[Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfiction] I Raise A Ying in Yiling

Chapter 363 The Flute and the Old Qin: Lingering Echoes (7)

After a brief exchange, Lan Xichen, who had important matters to attend to, ultimately prevailed and successfully passed the thorny issue to Nie Huaisang!

But Lan Xichen, who had successfully shifted the blame, showed no sign of triumph between his brows, which were as serene as a distant mountain breeze.

After all, he was going to solemnly and respectfully send off many heroic souls on their way home!

Even if there are no remains, only some personal belongings and a lonely name!

Even so, in order to stabilize public sentiment, the farewell ceremony was not only not grand, but extremely simple, and those who came to mourn and bid farewell were limited to the existing decision-making level of "Le Qi"!

In addition, there are also trivial matters such as personnel transfers and resource allocation, which urgently require Lan Xichen and other senior executives to provide a perfect overall plan!

Therefore, neither Lan Xichen nor Nie Huaisang showed the slightest sign of a smile!

The two, having determined their victory, didn't linger. After exchanging a glance, they bowed and said goodbye, then hurriedly departed.

As for what method Nie Huaisang finally came up with that both avoided all risks and perfectly achieved his goal, and how Lan Xichen and the others handled it afterward, Wei Chaoyan and the others had no idea.

Because the light screen activated the Time Jump Technique again, three years passed in an instant. In other words, the scene jumped directly to the point in time when the newly established Myriad Things Life Array failed to suppress the first time!

[But then, the dark resentment, like boiling porridge about to leap out of a hot pot, churned violently at 1800 degrees within the Yiling Burial Mound, which was tightly wrapped like an onion by layers upon layers of dense, intricate, and profound runes.]

It resembled an ancient, ferocious beast eager to break free of its cage, baring its bloodthirsty fangs and relentlessly and tirelessly charging at the cage.

Its force was so fierce that it caused ripples to spread across the densely packed defensive barriers of the mass grave, just as the wind rippled a pool of spring water, and the water remained undisturbed as long as the wind continued!

Moreover, with each collision, the aftershocks, each more ferocious than the last, caused the entire earth to tremble!

Even standing at the core of the formation in the far west, one can feel the earth trembling faintly from the soles of one's feet, as if the world is struggling frantically and unwillingly before it is about to die!

In this dire situation, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji led the remaining decision-makers, standing solemnly at the foot of Burial Mound, looking up at the extremely unruly black resentment within the barrier.

After a long silence, the spirited female cultivator in a tight-fitting royal blue robe frowned and asked, "Mr. Wei, what is the situation at the mass grave? Is the suppression formation still functioning?"

Wei Wuxian shook his head very carefully, without turning around, and answered in an exceptionally solemn voice.

"The situation is not good! Look!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his index finger and gestured in the air, pointing to the very center of the boiling, howling tide of resentment.

It was as calm and peaceful as the eye of a super tornado raging at sea!

Within that fist-sized space, wisps of jet-black light, finer than cow hair, would occasionally flash by. They were incredibly fast and fleeting. If one did not patiently and intently examine them closely, even the most discerning person would be unable to detect this black light, which was darker than the deepest black in the world!

Guided by Wei Wuxian's index finger, everyone present focused their attention on the trace of the thin ray, and they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts at the astonishing and terrifying destructive power it contained!

"Wuxian, what's with these fine rays? Upon closer inspection, they give me a chilling feeling, like facing death head-on!" Lan Xichen asked with surprise and uncertainty.

"Brother Wei, has the thing deepest in the mass grave awakened?" Although Nie Huaisang's words were a question, his tone was extremely authoritative!

Wei Wuxian turned his head to look back at everyone. His handsome face no longer had the naivety and spirit of his youth. He had become extremely mature and steady with the tempering of the world. His affectionate peach blossom eyes were filled with the clear and calm understanding that comes from experiencing the storms of life.

Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and said with a smile, "Hey, Brother Nie is really something, you hit the nail on the head!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present changed their expressions slightly. However, having experienced many trials and tribulations, they did not lose their composure or panic upon hearing the bad news.

Moreover, a sense of relief, as if the dust had settled, appeared between their brows, as if the guillotine hanging over their heads was finally about to fall, and they no longer needed to be trembling with fear and suspicion, wondering when the guillotine of death would fall!

Nie Huaisang clapped his hands with his fan and said bitterly, "Brother Wei, has it really come to this final step?"

Wei Wuxian rested his elbow on Lan Wangji's left shoulder, propped his chin up, and blinked: "Yeah! You all saw it with your own eyes, what else is there to be skeptical about!"

"Then, all the efforts we made before..." A thin man in a pale yellow narrow-sleeved shirt covered his face and wept uncontrollably. He was not lamenting that he and the others would eventually die, but regretting that the sacrifices of his former fellow Daoists had all been in vain—they had ultimately failed to live up to expectations and were unable to turn the tide and save all living beings from the collapse of the heavens!

Wei Wuxian didn't know how to respond to this exceptionally heavy half-sentence, so he simply lowered his eyelids and remained silent.

Lan Wangji said calmly, "The world's origin has declined, beyond human power to reverse. We have done our utmost for the sake of all living beings, and since we have a clear conscience, what is there to grieve about?"

Wei Wuxian clapped his hands in approval and said, "Lan Zhan is right! Since we cannot reverse our inevitable demise, why not face it with equanimity and stand firm until the very end?"

The others were ignited by Wei Wuxian's words, their dejection and despair vanishing, replaced by a surge of heroic ambition.

Since death is inevitable, why not face it with courage and uphold our noble spirit?

In such a lively atmosphere, Nie Huaisang, who felt that the Wei Wuxian he knew was never such a resigned person, glanced at the still smiling Wei Wuxian strangely and subtly.

"Brother Wei, Brother Wei! Tell me honestly, is there really no backup plan? I don't believe you'd be willing to sacrifice your Hanguang-jun and Xichen-ge!"

Wei Wuxian, who had successfully received Nie Huaisang's gaze, paused almost imperceptibly, then smiled nonchalantly again, only briefly returning Nie Huaisang's glance.

"As expected of Brother Nie, renowned for his wisdom! He doesn't have any backup plans, just a possibility of surviving by putting himself in a do-or-die situation!"

"Ok?"

Wei Wuxian blinked: "I wonder if Brother Nie has ever heard of time travel?"

Nie Huaisang frowned: "Rumors circulating in the mountains and villages!"

"People have the will to save themselves, and the world also has the intention to save itself! In just a few short years, our cultivation has collectively broken through the shackles of the Golden Core stage. The highest level, such as myself and Lan Zhan, has climbed to the half-step Mahayana stage, only one step away from transcending tribulation and ascending. The rest are everywhere in the Nascent Soul stage, and the Golden Core stage is as good as a dog. The lowest level of cultivation has reached the late Foundation Establishment stage."

"There is not a single person in the world who is without cultivation!"

"Do you think it would be possible without the help of Heaven?"

“…!” Nie Huaisang denied it outright.

"Then... Brother Wei, since you have a plan, why do you do this?" Nie Huaisang was a little curious. Wei Wuxian was not the kind of person who would deliberately make things mysterious. If he had a way, even if the hope was slim, he wouldn't keep it from everyone!

Wei Wuxian tapped his lips with his index finger, giving Nie Huaisang a look that spoke volumes: "Some things are better left unsaid!"