Wanxi Rebirth - Chapter 95

[Calculating success probability of the plan…]

The voice of the 7364 System suddenly sounded in their consciousness.

Being a system modified in the world where the Core resided, its deductive ability far surpassed that of the current Yue Tingxi.

[Calculation complete.]

[The probability of returning to the three time points using only divine power is 52%, 34%, and 87%, respectively.]

[If the assistance of the Lord of Chuiyin is obtained, the probability of returning to each time point is expected to increase by 33%.]

“So that means, even with my help, only the chance of returning to the time when the Demon Calamity broke out will reach 100%, right?” Qiongqi squinted.

“Probably because too much time has passed, the causalities aren’t clear enough. Even going back to when Bashé was first summoned would be difficult,” Yue Tingxi replied calmly. “You don’t need to sacrifice yourself; I can use divine power to go back instead.”

“But if you arrive too late and fail to save Qingning City, the causality between us won’t disappear,” Qiongqi warned. “If you try to rewind time again, no one can guarantee this causality won’t kill you!”

For now, they were considered comrades-in-arms, and Qiongqi’s worry was heartfelt.

Yue Tingxi wanted to persuade her further, but the Scale, placed aside, suddenly coughed lightly and swayed.

“7364, calculate the probability increase if I assist,” Xie Zhi said, just recovering from unconsciousness.

She had long prepared herself for the possibility of sacrifice or being refined, yet she had survived until now, so it was only right to lend a hand.

[Please wait… Expected increase in probability: 15–17%.]

“Great, that makes it 100%,” Xie Zhi smiled. “With Qiongqi’s help too, we might actually make it back to when Bashé was first summoned. So, shall we take the gamble?”

Yue Tingxi remained silent.

Rationally, she should agree. This was a worthwhile sacrifice, a proper act to restore the world to its original state.

But no matter how much she tried to rationalize it, her desire to go back and change everything had ultimately killed two allies who had once lived.

Unable to find an answer on her own, she looked toward Qin Suoliu.

If it were the young lady, what choice would she make?

“You previously advised me to follow my heart, now please seriously consider what you truly want,” Qin Suoliu said, placing her hand over Yue Tingxi’s cold one. “And it might not even be a real sacrifice. You are a god, so you should have a way to preserve the memories of the sacrificed and recreate usable bodies, right?”

Of course, Yue Tingxi could.

Though memories were attached to the divine soul, isolating or transferring them was trivial for one who had ascended to godhood.

Her only hesitation was interfering with the memories—if memories of another self were forcibly placed into her current consciousness, what would her own experiences from birth until receiving those memories count for?

But now there was no choice. To accomplish what her heart desired, sacrifice was inevitable. Preserving memories at least allowed for eventual reunion.

Before the Small Seed Ice Wheel returned to its original world, she backed up Xie Zhi and Qiongqi’s memories, carefully storing them in her consciousness.

“Preserve my memories too,” Qin Suoliu suddenly said. “Then it’ll be like I’m going with you.”

“I want to go too!” Lin Fengqing didn’t mind taking her place in this shared journey. “Once you go back in time, my experiences might completely change, and I won’t have the adventures I did—but I don’t want to forget them.”

“You guys…” Yue Tingxi, restricted by the “Heartless Way,” thought for a moment and decided she had no choice. She raised her brow and curled her lips into a wry smile. “Fine, I’ll back them up.”

“Then back up Fengqing first. I’ll wait for you in the rest area,” Qin Suoliu said, heading toward the illusionary rest pod.

Yue Tingxi didn’t need to guess what she intended. After carefully backing up Lin Fengqing’s memories, she quickly followed.

Just as the rest pod door was locked, Qin Suoliu cupped her face and kissed her.

Almost instinctively, Yue Tingxi sent her spirit into Qin Suoliu’s consciousness, entering the divine soul illusion she had built two years ago.

No requests, no tears—just the embrace of the last moments.

The serpent tail coiled around Qin Suoliu as usual, and Qin Suoliu lowered her arm, letting her entire hand sink into the warm opening.

“I don’t ever want to forget you,” she murmured.

During their embrace, Yue Tingxi silently responded by transmitting her current memories into Qin Suoliu’s consciousness.

Thinking of “Qin Suoliu forgetting her” left a hollow feeling in her chest, but she had to do this, and she had to succeed.

In doing so, perhaps the fates of humans and demons could be restored.

The Small Seed Ice Wheel paused deep in the Ghost Domain, then entered the ruins of Qingning City.

—Chuiyin had said she wished to scatter her spirit here.

She had actively asked everyone to call her by her true name one last time. Upon entering the city, she led them to her bedchamber.

“Rest for a while before leaving. The battles during the counterattack were exhausting; remember to replenish yourself,” Chuiyin said, sitting on her favorite soft cushion and tossing a mat to Yue Tingxi.

“When the divine soul is absorbed, take my body as well,” she said seriously. “This isn’t the act of a demon—it’s just to improve the success rate.”

After a brief rest, Yue Tingxi placed her fingers on Chuiyin’s brow.

The 7364 System shielded her from the pain of spirit dispersal. Chuiyin quietly sat, feeling her divine soul gradually leave her body.

“…Thank you for letting me experience what everyone felt back then,” she whispered. “It’s a pity I can’t linger in pain longer, or it would affect your absorption efficiency.”

Yue Tingxi thought of the thousands of years ago, when Chuiyin was powerless, unable to save anyone, and could only watch countless people die and transform into senseless corpses.

Only Yue Tingxi had been spared that torment, and for millennia had remembered the sights of Qingning City and its carefree residents.

Chuiyin waited patiently. Past and present were the same.

When she realized her divine soul was nearly gone, she said, “7364, let me feel the pain.”

The expected pain, within her trained body, was barely noticeable.

She lowered herself, mimicking the transformation of low-level demon cultivators one last time.

“Thank you, Yue Tingxi.”

After a long silence, she whispered, “If the plan succeeds, I welcome you and your partner, companions… to my Qingning City. You… will definitely like it here…”

[Confirmed: Lord Chuiyin deceased.]

When it came to her body, Yue Tingxi didn’t manifest a demon form. A simple gesture was enough to absorb Chuiyin, converting her body into a spirit and integrating it into herself.

Lan Fengqing, sensitive and highly empathetic, couldn’t bear to watch, covering her tear-streaked face and rushing out of the lord’s chamber.

“I need a moment to recover too,” Xie Zhi said. “I also want to say goodbye to your family back in Xishan.”

Since leaving this world, she had no sense of Xishan or Qingwu’s situation.

While Yue Tingxi was refining the absorbed spiritual energy, Xie Zhi sketched her own body in three views and transmitted them through a spiritual blood contract, saying, “If you still want me to become a tool later, make it like this—I’m used to it.”

Outside the Ghost Domain, in Zhenyun Valley.

A white jade flying boat hovered at the long-closed secret domain exit.

“Are you sure you calculated this right? Why aren’t they here yet?” Luo Yansha asked anxiously, with Bifang responding with two small calls.

“Don’t be impatient—why doubt my senior sister!” the sixth elder of the Star-Picking Pavilion scolded.

“No mistake. It’s today,” the fifth elder said calmly. “Just wait a bit longer. Perhaps something delayed them.”

Rain poured heavily, drenching everything.

Three years had passed since their separation.

Luo Yansha often remembered that shortly after their parting, disasters erupted in the human world—earthquakes, floods, unending rain, winters as harsh as icy valleys… The world’s stability seemed suddenly broken.

Fortunately, thanks to prior guidance from the World Consciousness, the Eight Great Demon Mountains and human sects minimized casualties.

But apart from them, no one knew why the world had been thrown into chaos.

Now, disasters had subsided and disaster zones were slowly recovering. The fifth elder said he calculated Yue Tingxi and the others’ return time, so Luo Yansha, with Bifang, quietly left the mountain to meet them with two other elders.

After waiting half an hour, Bifang suddenly exclaimed, “Look!”

They hurried to the direction it pointed. At the Ghost Domain entrance, a “hole” appeared, gradually expanding into a door-shaped portal.

Luo Yansha immediately descended from the flying boat and, without incantations, used her mind to create a protective water shield around her and Bifang.

“Yue Tingxi! Young Lady! Fengqing!” she shouted at the door.

Though Bifang sensed familiar auras inside, it first assumed a defensive stance.

“Sha-Sha?”

Hearing familiar calm voices, Luo Yansha’s heart skipped a beat, thinking, “This isn’t good!”—The fifth elder had warned her Yue Tingxi had undergone a tremendous change since departure.

Before leaving, Yue Tingxi had already displayed dramatic changes, and now, seeing her with white hair, silver robes, and the power to seal the secret domain entrance, Luo Yansha’s mind went blank.

She also thought of the beloved elder of Qingyu Mountain—would he be happy or… saddened to see this?

Despite her thoughts, she still hugged Bifang and smiled, expressing joy at the long-awaited reunion. “We’ve been waiting for you so long!”

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