frightfiction Chapter 539 Your life is too light, just one person.
Chapter 539 Your life is too light, just one person.
“Yuanming Boundary is not my personal desire.”
"That's my responsibility!"
The young man in the embroidered white robe looked at Xue Lan, his voice filled with undisguised anger.
"Boom!"
A deep rumble of thunder echoed from the black tower, passing through hundreds of arrays above and reaching the ears of the three—it was the might of heaven.
A cold blue light flickered in Xue Lan's gray eyes. She turned to look at the ever-burning furnace, and after a long while, she spoke in a hoarse voice:
"So, what does Lord Heaven think... Xue Lan's responsibility is?"
What are her responsibilities?
In what capacity does she assume this responsibility?
Tiandao looked at Xue Lan, his voice stiff and cold:
"If you are willing, I will make you the Heavenly Dao of the Yuanming Realm."
"Besides that, I'm not willing to believe a single thing more."
After saying this, the boy turned around and transformed into a white speck of light, slowly flying out of the cave.
"What about my breakthrough? Are you still going to send me lightning?" Xue Lan shouted at the point of light.
The point of light, which was about to fly out of the cave, hesitated for a moment, and then Xue Lan heard the clear voice of the Heavenly Dao:
"I'll arrange for you to undergo your tribulation during the first spring rain of the year in Xie Cuicheng."
The Way of Heaven appears silently and departs in haste, like a summer shower.
Xue Lan retrieved the iron block that had just been thrown into the water tank, picked up a hammer, and continued her unfinished work.
Unfortunately, Lord Wolf was not calm, and after only a few blows, he hit his own hand.
"Xue Lan!"
Xue Tong watched as Xue Lan calmly clenched her injured finger into her palm, and bright red blood dripped from between her fingers onto the smelting table. She couldn't help but call out Xue Lan's name.
Xue Lan put down the hammer, raised her hand to cast a healing spell on herself, and then smiled gently at Xue Tong:
"I'm fine, it was just an accident."
The girl clearly didn't believe it. She took two steps forward and pressed down on Xue Lan's hammer: "A mid-stage Golden Core weapon-refining master accidentally smashed his own hand?"
"You're not even willing to give me a proper excuse anymore?"
Xue Lan withdrew her smile, lowered her eyelashes, and softly said, "Xiao Tong, I'm sorry."
Xue Tong: The God of Gossip has arrived.
The girl looked down into Xue Lan's eyes: "I don't understand what you just said to Him. Could you translate it for me?"
Before Xue Lan could speak, a black mist rose from her chest, transforming into a white-clad inner demon before the two of them.
The woman's icy blue eyes were filled with hostility. As soon as she landed, she spoke to Xue Tong:
"Go out and play for a while, I have something to say to her."
"Huh?" Xue Tong, who was just about to comfort Lord Wolf, showed a blank expression. The next moment, he was swept up by a beam of light from his inner demon and thrown outside the weapon-refining cave.
When Xue Tong was thrown out, packaged up by her inner demons, Xue Lan couldn't help but speak:
"Don't bully the little girl."
"This doesn't count as bullying her."
The white-robed, white-haired inner demon looked at Xue Lan with his arms crossed:
"At least compared to what she did to me, these things don't count."
Xue Lan raised her hand and patted her shoulder: "So you're the one who's more pitiful."
As she spoke, the woman picked up the hammer from the smelting table again, ready to continue working.
"This piece of iron is ruined." The inner demon gripped her wrist:
"You didn't control your strength well just now. This piece of iron will shatter the next time it's put into the fire."
"You are a weapon refiner, you understand this principle better than I do."
Xue Lan, holding the hammer, spoke weakly:
"What do you want to say?"
The inner demon looked at Xue Lan with its icy blue eyes and spoke solemnly:
"Do you want to come with me to find the Demon God?"
"I will not be the master of the Yuanming Realm, nor will I be the one who forges the realm. I will only be someone who dies fighting for the Yuanming Realm."
"It's like a scenario you've imagined in your dream world."
The inner demon's words pulled Xue Lan back into her memories.
Back in the secret realm of Garan, Xue Lan burned his own soul with blazing sun flames in order to search for the remnant soul of the Demon God.
Among the many hallucinations she experienced at the time, she saw herself die fighting for the Yuanming Realm, nailed to the ground, her eyes never to be closed.
The inner demon's voice, tinged with a hint of relief, rang in Xue Lan's ears:
"Actually, this isn't bad, is it, Xue Lan?"
The inner demon smiled, and his gaze towards Xue Lan softened for once.
"You are willing to place your hopes of returning on the people of the Yuanming Realm, but it is not necessarily true that others are willing to believe you."
"Compared to the living, the world lords are biased."
"Everyone prefers a hero whose soul is scattered and destroyed."
Xue Lan remained silent, the woman quietly watching the burning furnace, the firelight illuminating her cheeks like warm jade.
"Hero!"
"But I don't want to."
"What good is it if you're unwilling?" the inner demon sneered.
"Heaven is deliberately trying to trip you up; your wish is completely meaningless."
"Unsatisfied, meaningless..."
Xue Lan raised her hand to cover her eyes, feeling the dampness in her palm.
"The savior needs no emotions."
The inner demon raised his hand and pried Xue Lan's hand away from her eyes, his fingertips touching the scalding tears.
"Xue Lan".
"Your life is too insignificant!"
Compared to the beings of the Yuanming Realm, Xue Lan's life is too insignificant.
……
The night in Xie Cui City gradually became noisy. Early-rising craftsmen would start lighting the furnaces at the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), and the entire city seemed to be slowly ignited and gradually lit up.
Xue Tong sat in front of the Black Tower, anxiously gnawing on his knuckles.
Is the inner demon going to cause trouble again while Xue Lan is stuck in her own thoughts?
"How can this go on?" The girl clutched her head in anguish.
She tapped the main system, her voice muffled:
"Master System Aunt, is what the Heavenly Dao said true?"
The main system, manifested as a white ball of light, appeared beside her, its voice cold and ruthless:
“A being with its own feelings should not rule a world.”
"This is unfair to other living beings."
"I..." the girl choked out:
“I was always afraid that she would stop saving Yuan Mingjie if she got upset.”
"So I tried everything to make her face her own desires, to make her care about the Yuanming Realm, but now..."
Xue Lan's wish seemed to have been completely destroyed.
"Squeak."
The sound of the tower gate opening came from behind. Xue Tong turned around abruptly and saw Xue Lan peeking out from the crack in the door.
"What are you doing?" the woman asked playfully, winking mischievously.
Are you crying because of me?
Xue Tong hastily wiped away her tears, stubbornly denying it: "No, why did you come out?"
"Okay, if you say no, then no."
Xue Lan held up the small basket she was carrying and presented it to Xue Tong:
"Want to join me in queuing up to buy Xinghualou's limited-edition pastries?"
"Are you crazy? It's only three-quarters past the hour of Yin!"
Xue Lan scratched her head awkwardly:
"Actually, it's not that different. Are you going or not?"
"go!"