Chapter 221: 【You Still Have Me, The Peach Blossoms Are in Full Bloom】 (Second update, begging for)

"You, are you really sure?"

There was a kind of radiance in Huo Miaolan's eyes; it was a form of sincere hope.

At the level of an Immortal, such intense emotional fluctuations are highly abnormal; if one is not careful, it could even directly trigger inner demons, eventually leading to a fall into becoming a Heavenly Demon.

Song Wuming dared not be negligent and hurriedly nodded, saying:

"Once the garrison mission ends, I can give it a try. We cannot leave during the mission."

Upon hearing this, Huo Miaolan smiled and said:

"Good, no problem, I will certainly ensure you complete the mission!"

At this moment, an indomitable aura appeared on her body; this was her Sword Intent reaching a new peak.

The Peach Blossom Sword Dao that Huo Miaolan cultivated was a very unique type of sword path; most sword paths pursue the path of ruthlessness, seeking the essence of Sword Intent.

Yet she pursued true feelings; extreme emotions could bring her the greatest insights and gains.

Song Wuming felt that this sword path was highly dangerous, because the power of emotion is the root from which demons are born.

Any cultivator, even at the Golden Immortal level, would not rashly shake the power of emotion; generating inner demons and obsessions could potentially lead to one's own demise.

But everyone has their own Dao, and Song Wuming would not judge it excessively, only strive to learn.

To him, all sword paths could be transformed into a part of himself; whether it was the ruthless sword path or the extreme sword path, they were all the same.

Time quickly arrived at the day the fifty-year term ended.

They did not encounter any Golden Immortal-realm extraterrestrial demons; the most powerful one was at the Five-Turn Mysterious Immortal level, which was jointly slain by Huo Miaolan, who was only at the Four-Turn Mysterious Immortal level, and Song Wuming, who was at the First-Turn level.

With the mission over, one could choose to remain; no one in Daluo Tian would drive you away.

On the star, Huo Miaolan looked at the mirror in Song Wuming's hand with full anticipation.

This was just an ordinary Spirit Tool, not even a Spirit Treasure.

Seeing this, Song Wuming tapped on it, and a line of text appeared on the mirror's surface.

"Jiuchongtian, Third Heaven, Xianding Jifeng Tian, Qingquan Dong, body perished and Dao dissipated."

The final four characters made Huo Miaolan's eyes widen abruptly, her body tremble, and her breathing become rapid.

"This, what does this mean?"

Song Wuming did not answer, but instead said:

"Senior Sister, why don't we go and pay a visit? The information will be more accurate."

Huo Miaolan said repeatedly:

"Yes, yes, let's go pay a visit; there must be something wrong somewhere."

Subsequently, the two quickly left Daluo Tian, then arrived at the Third Heaven of Jiuchongtian, Xianding Jifeng Tian, and found Qingquan Dong.

They happened to see a person flying down outside the cave dwelling.

"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment, may I ask if you are a disciple here?"

Huo Miaolan stepped forward to inquire.

Upon hearing this, Ji Ziyou turned her head, looked at Huo Miaolan and Song Wuming, nodded slightly, and replied:

"Qingquan Dong's third disciple, Ji Ziyou, greets you, fellow Daoists."

Huo Miaolan and Song Wuming both had purple-gold luck above their heads, which was a sign of a top-tier immortal sect force, so she naturally would not be negligent.

Hearing that the other party was from here, Huo Miaolan asked impatiently:

"Then, Fellow Daoist, do you know a cultivator named Lv Gong?"

Hearing this name, Ji Ziyou was suddenly stunned, and then let out a sigh.

Seeing her like this, Huo Miaolan's heart skipped a beat, and the four characters that had appeared in the mirror could not help but surface in her mind.

"Body perished and Dao dissipated."

"Sigh, Fellow Daoists, follow me inside."

As Ji Ziyou spoke, she turned to lead the way, then brought the two to where Lv Gong's cave dwelling had once been.

Just arriving here, Huo Miaolan immediately sensed a familiar aura, but this aura had already become extremely faint.

After sitting down on the stone stool in front of the cave dwelling, Ji Ziyou continued:

"Lv Gong was my Junior Brother; I brought him back myself. About two thousand years ago, Junior Brother Lv Gong suddenly disappeared. After our Master made calculations, we learned that he had already perished. As for the reason, Master only said it involved a great karma, reaching up to the Immortal Venerable level, so he was implicated and wiped out along with it.

Sigh, we are powerless against such methods of great beings. Without becoming a Daluo, one is ultimately just an ant."

Hearing these words, Huo Miaolan felt as if she had been struck by lightning; her eyes suddenly became hollow, and a sorrowful emotion surged into her heart.

The person she had been concerned about for so long had actually been wiped out silently two thousand years ago.

Was everything she pursued just a void!?

Intense emotion caused her sword to wail; suddenly, her hair began to turn white from the roots—not pure white, but a white tinged with threads of blood-red, looking like a shade of pink.

Her aura changed, rising from the Four-Turn Mysterious Immortal level to the Fifth-Turn.

In the sky, heavenly thunder condensed; the Five-Turn Heavenly Tribulation descended.

Huo Miaolan stood there, doing nothing, yet her sword flew toward the descending thunder. Wherever the Flying Sword passed, peach blossoms bloomed; the pink peach blossoms looked so sorrowful.

Let alone people, even a Mysterious Immortal would be overcome by a wave of desolate emotion if touched by it.

The Five-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, a full forty-five bolts of heavenly thunder; the first thirty-six bolts of tribulation thunder were all handled by the Flying Sword itself.

The thirty-seventh bolt of tribulation thunder struck the Flying Sword in front of Huo Miaolan.

Huo Miaolan picked up the Flying Sword and stepped forward, one step at a time; peach blossoms bloomed beneath her feet, and just like that, she walked toward the heavenly tribulation.

The heavenly tribulation fell, yet she did not raise her sword to dodge, instead allowing the thunder to land upon her body.

A large mouthful of blood sprayed out, transforming into immortal spiritual energy and dissipating.

Then came the next bolt of tribulation thunder.

Song Wuming's expression changed, and he blurted out:

"Not good, she has developed a will to die."

When no one remembers you, you are already dead.

Therefore, people desperately hope to be recognized, to be remembered, and to gain a sense of existence.

Huo Miaolan's early sense of existence relied entirely on her parents, and later she met Lv Gong; this stranger who accompanied her for over a hundred years also became a bond in her heart.

She poured all her emotions into these three people.

They were also the foundation upon which her Sword Intent condensed; at this moment, upon learning that her last remaining attachment had died, the thought of simply leaving suddenly arose.

Of course, this is a choice, and for an individual, it is beyond reproach.

But for others, such as Song Wuming, he felt a sense of guilt; after all, he was the one who told her everything.

Huo Miaolan protected him through the garrison mission, yet he led her toward death.

Such karma is not right.

He could not rush over to stop her directly, as that would be a provocation against the Heavenly Dao and he would be dragged into it as well; he could only use the Supernatural Power 【Word Follows Law】 to transmit a single sentence into Huo Miaolan's mind.

"Senior Sister, you still have me!"

The effect of the Supernatural Power 【Word Follows Law】 was very powerful; although it was only one sentence, the time the two had spent together over the past fifty years was infinitely magnified, and the small feelings between them during that time were simultaneously amplified, gradually suppressing that sense of desolation, loneliness, and melancholy.

Suddenly, Huo Miaolan raised her Flying Sword and slashed out; the thunder dissipated, and in the sky, blossoms of peach flowers bloomed!