Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

Chapter 279 The Way of Heaven

When Long Siyin unleashed that sword strike, Xue Lan saw the ever-decaying thread of fate finally turn to dust.

Dissipated between heaven and earth.

But Ji Yan's aura is still there, so why didn't he die?

The woman stared nervously at the screen in front of her. In the dissipating dust, she saw that Ji Yan, who had taken human form, had lost his limbs and was slowly crawling forward, like an ugly termite.

Long Siyin walked up behind him, her voice carrying a laugh that terrified him.

"Didn't I say I would give your magic core to Xue Lan?"

It's not just for Xue Lan, but also for those children.

Xue Tong wanted to continue watching, but the small screen was suddenly blocked by the woman's sleeve, leaving her only with a shrill scream.

Xue Tong was somewhat puzzled: "Xue Lan, this is the fate that the demons deserve. I should watch it."

Xue Lan: "You think I'm afraid you'll see Ji Yan? I'm doing this to protect Si Yin's position in your eyes. Listen to me, don't look."

Although the elite disciples of the six sects and twelve factions in the lower realm are all ruthless people who have fought on the battlefield, Xue Tong is still a child, still a child.

A sword light flew in from not far away, drawing Xue Tong's attention: "Little Soul!"

"Your Majesty!" Little Fatty Sword buried his face in Xue Lan's arms, his delicate little face streaked with tears. His grey eyes, not much different from Xue Lan's, were also filled with tears.

"I knew it, Your Majesty, I knew it!" The little girl cried, tears streaming down her face.

"Sister Xiaotong said that according to the Lord's personality, he will eventually ruin himself one day."

An awkward silence fell over the air.

Xue Tong looked at the Moonlit Sword Domain with some guilt: "The Moonlit Sword Domain is about to collapse."

Xue Lan ignored her question: "Do you think he'll be happy when he comes out and sees two Nascent Soul stage cultivators outside?"

Forget being happy, Xue Tong thought to himself, "I'm probably ready to wipe out Xue Lan's ancestors for eight generations."

Within the Moonlit Sword Domain, Lü Su, whose clothes were stained with blood, had already exchanged blows with the blue-robed old man in front of her no less than a hundred times.

The woman held the Su Jun Sword in her hand, and a faint, scorching wind swirled around her.

"Remnant soul! Infuse every wisp of the remnant soul into the divine artifact!" The blue-robed elder looked at the woman before him and spoke slowly:

"If this sword domain is destroyed, you will no longer be able to possess such powerful strength, and you might even be rejected by the divine artifact!"

Lu Su's beautiful eyes curved into crescents: "I couldn't ask for more!"

The moment the crimson and cyan lights collided again, the unchanging scenery of the Moonlit Sword Domain, which had remained unchanged for millennia, finally shattered.

With a crisp "crack," like a mirror shattering suddenly, the entire Moonlit Sword Domain was shattered as if it were a mirage.

The old man in blue robes wore a knowing smile, but that smile vanished in an instant, just like the shattered Moonlit Sword Domain.

At the end of the fragments, two figures, one white and one green, slowly appeared and blocked his path.

The Su Jun Sword flew into the distance and landed directly in Xue Lan's arms.

Xue Lan held the Su Jun sword and called out softly, her voice trembling slightly:

"Sister Sujun?"

"It's nothing..." Lu Su's voice sounded tired. The woman pulled Xue Lan into the Moonlit Sword Domain. This place was no longer what Xue Lan remembered. After the great battle, only towering flames remained.

The flames not only burned the boundless reed marshes, but also set the lake ablaze.

Lu Su stood in the middle of the small courtyard, which had been burned to ruins, her body covered in blood.

The woman spoke softly, her tone still gentle: "I remembered something."

She looked at Xue Lan and said, "I want to see him, I really want to see him. In the world I lived in before."

She wanted to tell Nie Jing not to dwell on the past.

"There's nothing we can do in this lifetime, but as long as the Yuanming Realm exists, reincarnation continues..."

"Thousands of years from now, those destined to meet will reunite!"

The woman looked at Xue Lan, her eyes overflowing with tenderness.

"Demon Lord, I have no regrets!"

The next moment, Lü Su's somewhat blurry body suddenly disappeared, and Xue Lan was ejected from that space.

Su Jun Sword fell into a deep sleep, and the rust on it slowly crept up, turning into the image of when Xue Lan had just seen her.

Xue Lan raised her hand and tapped the sword a few times, but the Su Jun Sword did not react.

"It seems we can only try to find a solution at the Wan Gong Fang." Xue Lan sighed.

"I wonder if the person she wants to see is still alive."

The great battle between Nascent Soul stage cultivators had already begun behind them, but the exchange of blows between experts didn't cause as much of a commotion. It was only amidst the flying magical light that the surrounding space began to slightly distort.

Xue Lan sat within the circle left by Daoist Qingyin, not daring to move. She and the girl beside her looked at a mountain opposite them.

"Someone's coming," Xue Tong said excitedly, and sure enough, a few people were approaching.

It was Long Siyin, Xu Qizhou, Yue Cheng, Ji Jinjin, and Master Chen who came to provide support.

A massive wave of multicolored magical light, like a grand torrent, rushed towards Xue Lan.

Xue Tong was extremely excited. The girl looked at Xue Lan and realized that he was clearly looking in a different direction from her.

She followed Xue Lan's gaze and, through the fight between Qingyin Daojun and the others, saw a black vortex of clouds.

"It's not that..."

"Coming for you?"

Xue Lan's expression was very stiff as she nodded at Xue Tong:

"Damn Heavenly Dao! I only used the Sun-Tracing Mirror to change time for a moment! Did He really have to make such a fuss?"

Xue Tong wanted to comfort her, but before she could speak, a clear voice interrupted her.

"It's not like I'm going to chop you up this time!"

The two were stunned by the voice, and they both saw shock on each other's faces.

"If I can't even control you, how can I possibly control the plot?"

A young boy dressed in white, with a red mark between his eyebrows, appeared out of thin air in front of the two. His golden eyes were bright and filled with resentment.

"It's my fault, it's my fault, I'm always blaming myself! All I ever do is blame myself!"

Xue Lan slowly raised her finger and pointed at the young boy: "Aren't you the Heavenly Dao?"

The boy nodded.

Then, the next second, he heard Xue Lan's rebellious voice: "Judging from your appearance, I think I can also become the Heavenly Dao."

"I'm already ten thousand years old! You little brat who doesn't know how to respect the elderly, I'll strike you dead with a bolt of lightning!" The young boy jumped up in anger.

"Ten thousand years old?" Xue Lan keenly grasped the key point in the boy's words, her face showing a curious expression.

The young man sighed: "The previous Heavenly Dao perished during the great calamity ten thousand years ago!"

Xue Lan lowered her eyes, a dark glint flashing within them.

After thinking quietly for a while, the woman spoke: "Never mind that! Did you come here to save me or not?"

"If that's not it, then move aside and don't get in my way of getting struck by lightning!"