Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 446: Is that you, Little Yongning? [2 more - s]

Chapter 446: Is that you, Little Yongning? [2 more Chapters]

This was also the first time in history that the Sect Leaders of both Mount Penglai and the Beiming Sect had made an appearance.

Be it the Penglai Saintess Yue Zheng or Beiming Sect Master Xing Yun, although both appeared very young on the outside, barely in their early twenties,

their actual age had long since surpassed these numbers.

No one really knew their age; they were at least a century old, and it was quite possible that they had already reached the human limit and were about to break through.

This is the Shenzhou Taoism Technique.

The records of the Daoist arts of Penglai and Beiming mentioned that, in Ancient Times, there were people who cultivated the Daoist arts to the extreme, and as a result, truly reached the state where the flesh became holy and they ascended to immortality.

But because the era is too far removed, it was already impossible to determine whether this was legend or a real occurrence.

However, it was undeniable that the Daoist arts could significantly allow practitioners to break through physical limits and become "immortals" as told among the common people.

This was why the disciples of Penglai and Beiming did not appear among the common folk as often as the Divine Strategy Army, Heavenly Sound Sect, Great Purity Sect, and Taiyi Palace.

And once they joined the battlefield, it was no longer the sort of battle that ordinary martial artists could participate in.

One Daoist practitioner from either Penglai or Beiming could take on a hundred enemies alone.

Thus, when Ye Wanlan first learned that a war involving tens of thousands had demolished all the top powers of the Ning Dynasty within seven days, she felt nothing but disbelief and incredulity.

In the Imperial Court, a saying had always been circulating—

King of Chu in prosperity, King of Qin in adversity, King of Yan in desperation.

There was no battle that these three Royal Nobles could not resolve.

With the addition of the disciples of Penglai and Beiming who had already transcended ordinary martial artists, who else in Shenzhou could be their rival?

Three hundred years ago, as the only disciple of Han Yunsheng, Ye Wanlan had actually seen Yue Zheng and Xing Yun a few times.

From the time she could remember, the appearance of Yue Zheng and Xing Yun had never changed.

Of course, with their divine powers in the Taoist arts, they could transform and create several faces in the blink of an eye.

"Long time no see, you two," Han Yunsheng nodded slightly, paused for a moment, and then slowly began, "You two must have also heard... about the latest developments in the war."

"I was in seclusion, it was my sister who came to me, that’s when I learned Shenzhou had suffered such chaos," Xing Yun spoke gravely. "My sister and I have already sent the sect’s disciples down the mountain to repel the enemy."

"I did not foresee this enemy," Han Yunsheng exhaled, "And by the time I could see them, they had invaded Shenzhou, so I cast a divination for Shenzhou."

He looked up at Xing Yun.

"The same as what the Imperial Tutor saw," Xing Yun shook his head slightly and slowly expressed with eight words, "Mountains of corpses, sea of blood, hell on earth."

Han Yunsheng closed his eyes, his fingers trembling uncontrollably: "Could it be, is this where Shenzhou’s future comes to an end?"

Ye Wanlan quietly watched the three of them, with a somber expression.

Indeed, just as Han Yunsheng and Xing Yun had seen, Shenzhou had become a bloodstained purgatory.

"Imperial Tutor, even if the future we see is such, we must change it no matter what," Xing Yun said coldly. "Shenzhou must not be destroyed."

"Wait—" Yue Zheng suddenly spoke up, "Someone is watching us from the shadows."

At those words, Xing Yun’s expression turned stern.

Yue Zheng’s cultivation in the Taoist arts was not as profound as his, but her senses were exceptionally sharp. Yet, it shouldn’t be that she could sense the presence of a hidden observer and he had no clue.

"This person is right beside us," Yue Zheng’s eyes turned fierce. "Since you’re here, why hide?"

Xing Yun and Han Yunsheng turned sharply to where Yue Zheng was looking, but there was nothing there.

Ye Wanlan too was startled.

Because she was just an "observer," she could be certain that there was no one else here.

But apart from her.

Could it be possible that Yue Zheng could actually sense her presence?

Yet she had not traveled back to the past and there was no overlap of space and time.

But the spot where the three of them were looking was indeed where she was positioned.

"Sister, could it be that you mistook something?" Xing Yun was somewhat concerned. "There is no fourth person here; with our strength, it is impossible for someone to be this close."

Yue Zheng’s frown deepened, and after a long moment, she lifted her hand to her temple and let out a wry smile: "Perhaps, due to the suddenness of it all, I could not accept it and hallucinated."

Eight thousand Divine Strategy Army troops had fallen, along with many other people of the Martial World buried on the battlefield, even the Four Directions Nobility had died in battle...

With only them left, did they truly still stand a chance of saving Shenzhou?

"Saintess, Sect Hierarch," Han Yunsheng said indifferently, "I have come here because there is but one path left for us to take."

Xing Yun, as if realizing something, blurted out, "Does the Imperial Tutor intend to—"

"With my body, my soul, I beseech the heavens," Han Yunsheng’s expression was resolute. "Thus, I shall find the answer to save Shenzhou."

"Let me do one last thing for Shenzhou," Han Yunsheng said, hands clasped behind his back. "I need the two of you, brothers and sisters, to seek out the Master of Highest Heaven Tower, for only you can save Shenzhou now."

"In the saying, ’In prosperity, the King of Chu, in adversity, the King of Qin, in desperation, the King of Yan,’" there was another line that followed—

"At the moment of certain death, only the Master of the Highest Heaven Tower can turn the tide."

Certainly, six years ago, Han Yunsheng would not have trusted this Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, who had never revealed his true face.

After all, Jianghu and the Imperial Court are separate entities; he couldn’t possibly entrust Shenzhou to the hands of the Master of the Highest Heaven Tower.

But no one expected that after Princess Yongning passed on, the Master of the Highest Heaven Tower took over the knife from her hands and continued to wield it for her.

Whatever the Imperial Court could manage, he would manage.

Whatever the Imperial Court could not manage, he would also manage.

In this way, Han Yunsheng believed that the Master of the Highest Heaven Tower must have a way and would certainly do everything in his power to save Shenzhou.

The price of prying into the secrets of heaven was too great, too immense; the mortal flesh could not withstand borrowing the strength from beyond.

Therefore, when he made the decision, he already knew that he was not likely to survive.

Han Yunsheng’s eyelashes dropped, and in a very faint voice, he whispered, "Ming Shu..."

"Come back alive."

Yet he still couldn’t keep this monthly promise.

How could Yue Zheng and Xing Yun not know that Han Yunsheng’s arrival was to meet his death?

But time was running short.

"The Imperial Tutor is noble and righteous," Xing Yun bowed deeply to him, "My senior sister and I will take our leave first to find the Tower Master."

A shallow smile appeared on Han Yunsheng’s face: "Go ahead, it just so happens that I need to use the Great Formation of Mount Penglai."

Yue Zheng and Xing Yun exchanged a glance and with a "swoosh," their figures were already hidden among the clouds.

Ye Wanlan followed Han Yunsheng into Mount Penglai.

At this moment, not a single disciple of Penglai remained on the mountain; they had all descended to join the battle and protect the commoners at dawn.

In complete silence, Han Yunsheng reached the mountain summit.

He sat cross-legged at the very center of the formation’s core.

"Om!"

A monumental force poured in, activating the formation.

Gradually, a vortex of fierce wind formed around the center of the formation.

This vortex surged towards the sky and spun unceasingly.

And within the vortex, Han Yunsheng was gradually being torn to shreds by this force.

"Teacher!" Ye Wanlan’s pupils constricted again, "Teacher, stop!"

But Han Yunsheng couldn’t see her, nor could he hear her speaking.

From his feet, legs, to his torso, arms... every inch of Han Yunsheng’s body darkened.

Bones shattered into sand.

These four words on the pages of history were, in fact, not an exaggeration.

But these four words were merely touched on lightly, how could they ever truly depict the real history?

Ye Wanlan was rooted to the spot, staring blankly as that familiar face was also consumed.

In this moment, Han Yunsheng completely dissipated into nothingness.

The swirling vortex grew even fiercer, reducing even the surrounding trees and rocks to dust.

At this moment!

Ye Wanlan could see that after Han Yunsheng’s physical body was thoroughly destroyed by the vortex, his soul gradually began to manifest in the air.

Practitioners and psychics alike, they cultivate not only the body but pay even more attention to the soul.

Hence even after the death of their bodies, with the force of their powerful souls, they can still remain in the world for a long time.

But clearly, even though he had sacrificed his body, it still wasn’t enough to find the answer to save Shenzhou.

So, next was the soul.

Ye Wanlan knelt on the ground, tears streaming down uncontrollably, her voice hoarse: "Teacher..."

If the soul vanishes, then Han Yunsheng would completely disappear from this world.

She could never have imagined that behind the history books’ phrase "bones shattered into sand" lay such an outcome.

Before her very eyes, Han Yunsheng’s soul also started to fade bit by bit.

And just at that moment, Han Yunsheng’s lips curled into a slight arc, and even his eyes suddenly softened, as he asked: "Is that you, Little Yongning?"