Chapter 452: 427 Miracle

White clouds drifted leisurely, lamp light flickered, and the stars shone brilliantly.

This was originally a land of shadows, yet after countless starlight lit up, it unexpectedly took on a somewhat quiet and gentle atmosphere.

Yun Dao traveled through the shadows like a lighthouse; not only was its own light bright, but it also continuously released Cloud Silk lamps upward. Those lights were like fireworks, dazzling from the moment of their birth, arbitrarily decorating this pitch-black world, cluster after cluster, as if endless.

In truth, the lamps in Tang Zhao's hands could certainly not be called endless, but he was indeed well-supplied.

After all, Cloud Silk lamps were not Hand Lamp cylinders that could only rely on existing stock. They were made and used on the spot, utilizing a combination of Cloud Silk and Origin Stone Talismans.

The Cloud Silk was ready-made; if there was none, he would dismantle it. Not to mention those jars and pots, just that half-section of wall nearby—how much Cloud Silk could be dismantled from it? With his Ruyi manipulation, it only required a bit of Mental Power expenditure; the half-wall collapsed into Cloud Silk on the spot, and then, in the time of a single breath, a lamp shade capable of drifting with the wind could take shape.

As for that Sunlight Origin Talisman, it was also the Origin Talisman he had the most of in reserve. It was originally something he used for practice in his spare time; not only did he have a large reserve of finished products, but because it was his own Sword Art Talisman, it was also very convenient to produce on the spot. It only required a complete Origin Stone, then a circle and a strike with his Sword Image. A crack appearing on the Origin Stone made it a temporary Art Tool. What it consumed was merely sporadic Sword Essence; if high power wasn't required, simply unleashing the Origin Stone's own Origin Power was enough, consuming almost nothing.

Just like that Longevity Lock Art Tool he had obtained for the first time.

The only drawback was that it couldn't last too long, but Tang Zhao didn't truly seek eternal light; he only wanted a glimmer of hope for a day or two.

A Cloud Silk lamp could be created from nothing with just a wave of his hand; this really couldn't be counted as back-breaking work. And after Meng Huazhou and the others left, the journey seemed to suddenly become leisurely, casting off all disputes and interference. Tang Zhao even handed the task of steering the white clouds to the white fox. He sat there in a comfortable posture, peacefully rubbing out lamp after lamp, then sending them up, watching the sky gain a little more starlight, and feeling a bit more comfort in his heart.

It wasn't just him; a quiet and leisurely atmosphere now permeated the cloud top.

The white fox manipulated the clouds, drifting smoothly toward Qianqiu Tower, knowing that no matter how much darkness lay ahead, it had after all returned to the cloud platform of Baiyujing. The towers of its hometown were hidden in the darkness, still standing quietly; as long as the black fog was pushed aside, they could be seen again, so there was hope in its heart. Especially seeing the lamps flying up one by one overhead and the starry sky brightening bit by bit, the flower of hope in its heart gradually blossomed, its mood improved, and while steering the white clouds, it couldn't help but hum a little tune it had sung with its sisters while watching the clouds and sunset.

On the other side, Black Widow had also gradually quieted down.

Just a moment ago, when she suddenly couldn't find Yue Lai, it had scared her out of her wits, and countless strange tales had already flashed through her mind. But immediately after, she watched the grand drama performed by Meng Huazhou, Shangguan Jianke, and Yue Lai; it was truly ever-changing and spectacular. Although she didn't know what was going on and couldn't see Yue Lai's figure after being hidden by the white fox, she had seen the process of the white flower expanding and Shangguan Jianke taking a header with her own eyes, so she could naturally convince herself: so, everything was Meng Huazhou's conspiracy.

In such dark times, the most terrifying thing was the unknown and the bizarre; the more one thought, the more afraid one became. Once she found a reason to convince herself, she wasn't so panicked anymore. Especially since Meng Huazhou and Shangguan Jianke had left together, which was undoubtedly equivalent to removing a sharp sword hanging over her head, greatly reducing the pressure in her heart. Although she felt lonely without Yue Lai, the only one she could talk to, she was finally able to calm down.

She was, after all, an expert; she could keep her composure when facing major events. Especially watching the starlight continuously rising overhead, she vaguely guessed that there were other people in this world who were releasing signals by lighting lamps, so she would eventually be able to reach the place of her dreams, and what she had always sought was not without hope. After settling her mind, she simply relaxed completely, cast aside selfish thoughts, and sat in the middle of the pavilion, quietly looking up at the sky.

On this cloud, the three of them, whether busy or idle, were all looking up at the sky, entrusting their spirits to the starlight. This was unexpectedly the quietest and most harmonious moment since the team for the Baiyujing journey was formed.

"Is it... almost here?"

Although it was his first time here, and although he couldn't distinguish north, south, east, or west in the black curtain, Tang Zhao remembered the map. His spatial sense was good, and by positioning himself via the location of Moyun Tower, he calculated that they should not be far from Qianqiu Tower now.

The white fox nodded and said, "Mm, there's probably less than three li left... what are you doing?"

Tang Zhao stood up, drew the large bow he had just used to shoot the Cloud Silk lamp at Yue Lai, and rubbed another arrow.

Tang Zhao explained, "We are about to arrive. If there is still anyone at Qianqiu Tower, we should notify them to avoid confusing friend and foe. We must also tell those remaining there that we are the ones returning. Do you have any token? What kind of lamp light would allow old acquaintances to see at a glance that it is you returning?"

The white fox felt it was unnecessary; it didn't believe at all that there would be anyone left in this world that had become like this. But having traveled all the way, its trust in Tang Zhao had gradually increased, and it was different from when they first met. It thought this matter was harmless, so it let him be. However, it didn't have any token that was recognizable at a glance, and its Sword Art was mainly focused on attacking the mind, so the effect wasn't bright. Even if it were fox fur, it wouldn't be visible attached to an arrow; it couldn't just fly over with the sword itself, could it?

Thinking carefully, it only said, "Can you adjust the lamp light to the color of my eyes?"

Tang Zhao grinned and said, "Of course, color adjustment is the specialty of our Sunlight."

Sunlight looked white, but if you pulled apart the spectrum, it was the color of a rainbow. Tang Zhao took another look at the white fox to distinguish carefully, drew a few Rune Formulas on the Origin Stone, and the color of the Cloud Silk lamp instantly turned green, changing from warm to somewhat eerie.

The white fox said, "The color is a bit dark, add some yellow..." After adjusting a few times, the color was just right, and it couldn't help but praise, "This time it's done, you actually have some aesthetic sense."

Tang Zhao laughed, "I am flattered, I don't deserve such praise." He immediately made another green Cloud Silk lamp, which perfectly matched the previous one as a pair.

The white fox asked curiously, "Why make two?"

Tang Zhao laughed, "Aren't these your eyes? Of course, it takes two to make a pair; you aren't a one-eyed dragon."

The white fox always felt it was strange, saying, "My two eyes are growing just fine, why would I need you to make me a pair?"

Tang Zhao felt it was quite interesting and rubbed another arrow. This arrow was more than twice as long as the previous one, and an Art Tool Origin Stone was attached to the back. Where was this still an ordinary arrow? It had clearly become another kind of weapon.

At this time, the cloud was only a little over a li away from Qianqiu Tower in the black fog, the distance was just right—

Draw the bow and shoot the arrow!

The long arrow carried the two lamps and shot into the sky!

"So bright!"

The long arrow was not shot horizontally, but straight up, favoring height over distance. In mid-air, one could only see two green lights dragging out two lines of trajectory.

However, upon reaching the firmament, the long arrow itself erupted with intense light!

The white fox was not actually a white fox, but a Sword Image Manifestation, without many physiological reactions, but at this moment, it couldn't help but squint slightly to avoid this strong light for a moment, and looked down at Qianqiu Tower.

At this moment, Qianqiu Tower was enveloped in light, and countless black mists retreated like a tide, revealing the towering pavilion and the iconic one thousand and one "Qianqiu Jie". The white fox saw every brick and tile illuminated by the brilliance from the sky, every detail was exactly as it had been in the past, and it couldn't help but have tears in its eyes.

It looked up slightly, but couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

It turned out that the strong light that erupted in the sky was not just an ordinary halo, but had a shape; it was actually a complete illusion.

It was a large fox head. Not to say it was exactly the same as the white fox, but it was "recognizable enough." And the two green eyes on the fox's head were exactly those two Cloud Silk lamps, flickering as if blinking.

What does it feel like to have your own big head suddenly printed on the sky?

In any case, the white fox felt its toes curling. Although its true form didn't look like this, it had acted with the body of a white fox for a hundred years, and the two had become indistinguishable. Seeing the white fox, which was slightly distorted by the light and even uglier, was like seeing its own big avatar, and it felt extremely embarrassed. If it weren't for the fact that it wasn't a creature of flesh and blood, its face would have burned up.

It roared loudly at Tang Zhao, "What are you doing?! Suddenly making such a thing?! It's very scary!"

Tang Zhao pointed upward and laughed, "Look, isn't this clear at a glance? As long as there are acquaintances, they will know you are back when they see this."

The white fox didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and gritted its teeth, "How could anyone be watching? There is simply no one inside!"

Thinking that there was no one inside, and therefore not many people would see its big headshot, the white fox felt a little better, but still said ungraciously, "It's about to go out, what's there to look at?"

Tang Zhao laughed, "It will go out by itself in a moment..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, and his smile stopped.

The white fox knew something was wrong and hurriedly turned back to look—

Only to see a window on Qianqiu Tower suddenly open, and a purple silk ribbon hung down from it, like a waterfall falling, fluttering under the brilliance like a Tian He.

This silk ribbon itself did not emit light, and its color was relatively deep. If the light were a little dimmer, it would be impossible to see clearly, but it just so happened that the white fox's lamp light was so bright that it illuminated the windowsill as bright as day. The silk ribbon seemed to have a reflection, and all of them could see it clearly.

They not only saw the silk ribbon hanging down, but also saw it shaking rhythmically after hanging down. That was not caused by the wind or swept by the black shadows; that was a tremor that could only be caused by human movement.

Inside Qianqiu Tower, there was actually someone!

Even Tang Zhao was greatly shocked—

Don't look at how he kept saying he was showing it to the people inside; in fact, how could he have truly believed there was anyone inside?

No matter how one thought about it, in an old city sealed by Wangliang for a hundred years, where even the Cloud Warriors had fallen into black shadows, it was impossible for anyone to exist, right?

However, the fact was right before their eyes. Although they didn't know how they had survived, a miracle had indeed happened!

At this moment, for some reason, seeing the ribbon hanging down from the window, Tang Zhao thought of a fairy tale and, as if possessed, said: "Have you heard the story of Rapunzel? The ribbon is just like her long hair hanging down..."

The white fox had no mind for such random things; it had long since been staring fixedly at that strip of silk, with no heart for anything else, and cried out with a sobbing tone: "Aqin, it's Aqin! She is still here! Aqin, wait for me. Let's go over quickly! We are going to find her!"