Chapter 1377: Chapter 1253: Jiang Xue Returns
The world shines brightly.
The outside world has reached extre prosperity, with golden eras continually erging and prodigies constantly appearing.
Those Supre Ones who had once fallen, upon reincarnation, burst forth with brilliant light.
The world has entered a long Age of White Mist, with the Black Mist only occasionally appearing at the periphery of the universe, no longer affecting the living beings of the world.
Everywhere are Pure Lands, everywhere are Holy Lands for cultivation.
In the ten-thousandth year, the world was further expanded. The original Immortal Land suddenly, in the causal flow of the river of ti, saw the appearance of myriad world imprints, and the Immortal Path directly evolved into a universe!
At the sa ti, the Saint Path, Divine Path, and Chaos Path also entered great prosperity, each becoming a universe of its own, and those ancient creatures all erged one by one. In the historical river of the Mortal Realm, there stood an unknown World Tree that supported the Immortal, Saint, Divine, Chaos, and Forbidden Five-Path Worlds.
On this day, the world formally entered the “Five-Path” era. The five paths stood side by side, and people discovered that cultivating the Immortal, Saint, Divine, Chaos, and Forbidden paths in order was one way, but cultivating just one of these paths alone could also reach the Supre Realm.
Those lost cultivation systems reappeared in this era.
anwhile, in the river of ti, a woman in white finally returned. Her white dress was snow-pure, and the World Tree she once held had disappeared.
Jiang Xue had returned.
On the day of the Great Battle of the Continent of Grey Mists, Jiang Xue was the only one not corrupted by Dark Li Fan and was the one who jumped into the bygone tis, holding the World Tree to reconstruct the forr universes of the Immortal Path and others.
She helped perfect the history of the Mortal Realm, anchoring the past. From the origin of the Immortal Path to the final Forbidden World, all were solidified.
On the day she stepped out of ti, her brilliance was unmatched, radiance flying across the sky, the five universes resonating as if welcoming her return.
But in the present age, except for Fire Spirit and other giants, no one knew her identity. The world worshipped her but was unaware of her feats.
Jiang Xue only appeared before the world for a mont and then disappeared.
She learned the location of the current small village from Fire Spirit and others and set off promptly.
Soon after.
She finally arrived at the front of the small village.
From afar, the small village stood amidst a simple forest, with the golden sunset shedding light over it, smoke faintly rising, and the sounds of chickens and dogs echoing within the village.
Stepping out from the river of ti, having experienced endless ages, Jiang Xue couldn’t help but smile slightly upon seeing the small village, her forrly ice-cold, exquisitely beautiful face adopting an expression like a pear blossom in the second month.
She slowly walked into the small village.
“Second Elder?”
Entering the village, she saw soone lying on a deck chair at the village entrance, seemingly sunbathing.
But when that person heard her voice and turned around, it wasn’t the Second Elder.
“Young Master Lin?”
Jiang Xue was surprised.
It turned out that it was Lin Jiu Zheng lying on the Second Elder’s chair.
He leisurely fanned himself, holding a palm fan in his hand.
Seeing Jiang Xue, Lin Jiu Zheng was also pleasantly surprised and jumped off the chair directly, saying:
“Snow Maiden, you’ve finally returned!”
“That damned guy said you went to the bygone tis to nd the past and wouldn’t co back for a while…”
Imdiately, he shouted towards the village:
“Snow Maiden has returned, prepare to feast!!”
He cheerfully turned back and said:
“Snow Maiden, co, I’ll take you back to the village!”
Unexplainable warmth filled Jiang Xue’s heart, everything was as it once was.
This small village was still a ho, a haven.
With Lin Jiu Zheng’s shout, others in the village were also extrely delighted.
Within the village’s farmland, Lu Rang was plowing with the Big Black Bull, accompanied by the Primordial God Ox, just like Uncle Zhang once was. At once, they stopped and put away the farming tools to head ho.
In a certain yard, Wu Dade was grumbling as he fed the pigs. Hearing it was ti to feast, he fixed his gaze on a certain plump pig, which, happily munching away, suddenly shivered and looked fearfully at Wu Dade.
…
Returning to the small courtyard, the plaque of Wu’er Xianting still hang, the four words as usual.
“Wu’er Xianting.”
Jiang Xue murmured, even though now she had gained the lost cultivation systems from the Immortal, Saint, Divine, and Chaos paths, breaking through to the Transcendent Realm, she still found that these four words gave her the sa feeling as before.
Unfathomable.
Upon entering the small courtyard, everything seed orderly as usual.
Nan Feng was playing the zither, the white Celestial Wolf curled up beneath her skirt, quietly asleep.
Zi Ling was painting, her drawings vivid and swift, but she couldn’t sketch out a particular figure on the pale xuan paper.
She was attempting to draw Li Fan.
But she had not succeeded.
Long Zixuan was fishing with a rod, and amidst the pond, the shadows of Kunpeng and True Dragon occasionally manifested, wrestling with him, vying for bait.
Dugu Yuqing was forging; he had found a book on crafting in Li Fan’s study, pondered it for long, and decided to forge a sword for himself.
Even though he had already reached the stage where everything in the world was his sword, as he said… a Sword Cultivator with a sword is stylish.
Qing Chen was under the Bodhi Tree, playing and betting with a black spider, and when he won, the spider would transform into a human, giving him a back massage.
Once transford, the spider was stunningly beautiful, with snow-white skin, slender waist, wearing black stockings on snow-white long legs, pure yet alluring.
Jiang Li was playing chess against himself, and over countless years, his path of chess had advanced to unknown realms.
Su Baiqian was nearby planting herbs in a plot filled with rare dicinal plants of the world.
Xinning was writing continuously, having finished reading all of Li Fan’s books, now writing her own for fun, reportedly novels.
The Peach Tree stood as always, the old hen pecking idly at the ground, and ti passed day by day like this.
“Sister Jiang Xue, you’re back!”
Seeing Jiang Xue’s return, Zi Ling was overjoyed and put down her paintbrush.
“That’s wonderful.”
“We’re finally reunited!”
Nan Feng, Su Baiqian, Long Zixuan, and others were also extrely happy.
“Co, co, slaughter the pig, it’s feast ti tonight!”
Wu Dade was already calling out.
“Co, I’ll dig out Master’s wine right away! No one leaves sober!”
Dugu Yuqing also spoke up.
Feeling everyone’s enthusiasm, Jiang Xue smiled brightly.
That night, the long-lost bonfire was lit in the small village, and Gong Ya personally took charge, cooking a great feast.
Everyone drank and laughed, yet amidst the laughter, there was a distinct sense of bittersweetness.
Jiang Xue had already learned of the truth from before; she remained silent for a long, long ti.
In the small village, Second Elder and others had been sleeping until now; Nan Feng and others had the power to lift the Quiet One’s past influence, allowing them to wake up.
But they seed not yet willing to awaken, so Nan Feng and the others did not insist.
“Sister Yun Xi is in the painting,”
Zi Ling’s beautiful flushed face expressed, “From the first mont Master saw her this lifeti… he left her life imprint in the painting, but only if Master returns… will she co out.”
——In those years, when Yun Xi first t Li Fan, Li Fan picked up a brush and painted a picture of her. (See Chapter 211: Butterfly)
Because of that painting, Yun Xi’s own life imprint was trapped in the painting, leading her to think of herself as Li Fan’s “Fate Slave,” even calling Li Fan the Great Demon King.
In hindsight, perhaps it was too much reluctance, too much worry, too much cherishing, so at their first eting, Li Fan left her an escape route.
Leaving her life in the painting, never to wither.
“When will Master co back…”
Wu Dade, drunkenly, said: “Without Master, even when drunk, I have to crawl back myself…”
His eyes were red, tears seed to be falling silently.
“Master… will definitely return.”
Jiang Li’s emotions were also sowhat low.
They were separated from the original ti and space of Li Fan by trillions of years.
So far apart.
So very far apart.
“Master, Da De misses you…”
Wu Dade shalessly yelled out.
Even the Big Black Dog whimpered a few tis beside him.
Xinning didn’t drink, her little face full of calm, silently writing her own novel.
She was writing a new chapter, telling the story of a little girl who finally t a Big Brother in a forest…
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Regarding Yun Xi, most readers guessed about the painting, feeling rather helpless, since this foreshadowing has spanned over a thousand chapters, yet so can still rember…
Alright, you’re aweso.
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