NFBE Chapter 570: This is not the work of one person alone.
Chapter 570: This is not the work of one person alone.
"All right!"
"I have something important to tell you."
After expressing his deepest respect for his adoptive father in his heart, Lord Wolf King put away the smile on his face and spoke:
"Has something happened to the Demon-Suppressing Pool?"
He Zhui raised an eyebrow slightly: "How did you know?"
Xue Lan took the sleeping Xiao Zhou off her shoulder, and then pulled A Wu from behind her:
"You send them out when one is still a small cube and the other can't even talk yet."
"If the Demon-Suppressing Pool is alright, I'll sue you for child abuse!"
He Zhui couldn't help but laugh out loud, and said casually:
"It's time to offer sacrifices at the Demon-Suppressing Pool."
Xue Lan's knuckles cracked with a crisp sound, and the relaxed smile on her face vanished instantly. A-Wu, standing in front of her, turned around in confusion, wondering what had happened.
"This shouldn't be happening!" A hint of anxiety appeared in Xue Lan's gray eyes:
"How many years have you been a ruler? Why do you need to offer sacrifices?"
"This has nothing to do with how many years one has been a lord." He Zhui sat up straight at his desk, his expression gentle yet carrying a hint of resolute determination.
"When the Heavenly Dao of the Yuanming Realm reaches its dead end and fights to the death, it will allocate less of its laws to the Demon Suppression Pool."
"And I am the ruler of the Thousand Realms of Ghosts, and I possess a portion of the power of laws within my body."
They would then have to use their own lives to fill the missing laws within the Demon-Suppressing Pool.
Xue Lan stared intently at He Zhui, then chuckled and spoke:
"Do Jinguang and the others know about this?"
He Zhui smiled and shook his head: "You think you haven't made a mess of those two enough!"
Xue Lan looked at He Zhui, who had a calm expression, as if she were meeting her friend for the first time.
After a long while, the woman joked:
"You just had the nerve to call me lawless."
"Our lord is no less impressive!"
"What kind of lawlessness am I talking about?" He Zhui clearly disliked Xue Lan's easy labeling of him, and the young man retorted with a smile:
"I had no other choice."
Every ruler of the Thousand Realms Ghost Realm faces this helpless situation.
"Right!"
Xue Lan's clear voice rang in his ears. He Zhui saw the woman, whose expression had been somewhat gloomy just moments before, slowly raise her head and speak arrogantly:
"You are naturally no match for me."
He Zhui thought this person was a bit too naive, but still nodded in agreement:
"Yes, yes, you are the most powerful."
"Being alive is the greatest achievement, and so is dying; even if you die and come back to life, you're still amazing!"
"Why chase after him!"
Xue Lan called out He Zhui's name, and the woman gently lifted a strand of hair from A Wu's ponytail with her fingertips:
"Although I'm usually thick-skinned, it's normal to repay a favor once in a while, right?"
He Zhui's gentle smile froze instantly, and the young man spoke awkwardly:
"No matter how powerful you are, you're not a member of the Asura race. Don't dream."
"I'm not doing this for you!" The Wolf King's grey eyes met He Zhui's eyes directly, and the woman's unwavering voice rang in He Zhui's ears:
"If the cycle of reincarnation in the Yuanming Realm is complete, is it possible to transfer a portion of the power of the laws?"
“The cycle of reincarnation in the Yuanming Realm is beyond repair…” He Zhui smiled bitterly, wanting to deny Xue Lan’s idea, but suddenly saw the man pull out a delicate little girl from his sleeve. The little girl had a golden ring around her forehead.
The young man spoke in utter astonishment:
"The Mark of Reincarnation!"
Xue Lan looked at the Soul Guide flying beside her: "This is the retreat route that the Heavenly Dao extracted the laws to forge for the reincarnation of the Yuanming Realm. It did not abandon the Thousand Realms Ghost Realm."
"Why chase after him!"
Xue Lan looked at He Zhui again and spoke:
"Just tell me if it's okay!"
He Zhui didn't answer Xue Lan's question immediately. The young man's eyes were fixed on the little girl floating beside Xue Lan. The spirit guide also noticed the young man in the small bronze mirror and curiously flew to the front of the mirror, obediently looking at the handsome young man in the mirror:
Are you a friend of the emperor?
"Hello, brother, my name is Yin Hun!"
"Can……"
He Zhui's voice was somewhat hoarse and deep. The young man slowly raised his hand to touch the screen, looking at the delicate and lovely little girl, and then solemnly spoke:
"If the cycle of reincarnation in the Yuanming Realm is complete, the Thousand Realms Ghost Realm will no longer need to consume demon souls."
The reforged cycle of reincarnation will continue endlessly, protecting all living beings in this world while crushing all heresy and not allowing any evil spirits or villains to cause trouble!
At that time, the children of the Asura clan will no longer have to bear the responsibility of devouring demon souls, and can sing loudly from birth and eat whatever they want.
"That's good!"
Xue Lan nodded slightly, then told He Zhui about her plan, including how to persuade Tongtian Qingliu and how to gain a foothold on the chessboard between the Fusang Demon Lord and Quan Heng Daozun...
Years of planning slowly unfolded before He Zhui, who looked at Xue Lan with admiration in his voice:
"Xue Lan, sometimes I think you're really scary."
"In the short span of a few decades that would pass in the blink of an eye for an ordinary cultivator, Yuan Mingding had already devised such a comprehensive plan."
Xue Lan smiled and looked at him: "This is not my achievement alone!"
"The reincarnation mark that guides the soul was bestowed by the Heavenly Dao by drawing upon the power of its laws. The reconstruction of reincarnation is thanks to the understanding and sacrifice of several senior demon lords."
"The demons retreated because there were those in my Yuanming Realm who were willing to die for their cause; they could not return because of your Thousand Realms of Ghosts' ten-thousand-year-long steadfast defense..."
"He Zhui, this is a piece of cloth woven from a gust of wind from ten thousand years ago, by countless living beings!"
"I am a wind chaser, and also a sewing needle."
He Zhui was speechless for a moment, his gaze fixed on Xue Lan.
He saw Xue Lan's dark hair being blown behind her, and heard the endless sound of the wind in his ears.
What exactly was a wind that occurred ten thousand years ago?
He Zhui stared at Xue Lan, then suddenly remembered the man's name.
Lan, the morning mist and breeze in the mountains, rises at dawn and dissipates with the sunrise, driving away darkness and bringing light.
This is also the wind.
As if struck by inspiration, the young man smiled and said gently:
"I used to think that being friends with you was pointless. You embarrassed me the first time we met, and afterwards you left me with nothing but a mess, making me get bullied by Jinguang and the others every day..."
Xue Lan tilted her head to look at him, somewhat speechless, and couldn't help but grind her teeth. She thought to herself that if this guy didn't say something nice next, she would start cursing.
He Zhui found it somewhat amusing and continued speaking:
"But looking back now, it was quite good. Lord Wolf King was loyal and righteous, and had the world in his heart."
"Even if this matter fails in the end, I, He Zhuihun, will perish in the Demon Suppression Pool."
"Our friendship has not been in vain!"
"Can you say something that isn't unlucky?" Lord Wolf finally couldn't hold back and started spouting nonsense:
"After not seeing each other for years, the moment we meet again, it's like we're fighting to the death. Is that really okay?"
Hearing Xue Lan's words, He Zhui also realized the strangeness of this meeting. The young man, who couldn't stop laughing, finally stopped after hearing this and looked at Xue Lan with resignation:
"Alright, I, the dignified Lord of the Thousand Realms Ghost Realm, will say a few auspicious words to you."
Xue Lan nodded with satisfaction: "Go ahead and say it, I'm listening!"
He Zhui looked into Xue Lan's gray eyes, then at the gloomy sky behind her, and spoke gently and solemnly:
May you soar straight to the heavens.
"Is it over?" Xue Lan asked, frowning.
He Zhui nodded: "It's over!"
"What kind of blessing is this? It's a waste of all the humble words I prepared." Xue Lan snatched the bronze mirror off and put it in A Wu's arms, her tone quite annoyed.
"Go do what you're supposed to do!"
The scene in front of him disappeared, and He Zhui could no longer see the person opposite him.
The young man seemed to quite enjoy Xue Lan's exasperated state. In a good mood, he walked to the eaves and looked at the wandering spirits floating in the sky. He spoke softly, his voice long and calm:
"Don't lose your way when chasing the wind, and don't break the clothes you're making."
"At dawn, we drive away evil spirits; as the sun rises, let them not dissipate."
"Riding the golden crow, soaring to the ninth heaven..."