Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 457: Reincarnation of the Eye of the Formation?

"Brother!"

"Friend Lu!"

Familiar calls penetrated the silence of the ruins and the light mist of the rising soul, carrying with them the excitement of surviving the disaster and indescribable relief.

Tang He, Yan Qingshu, Wu Feipeng, Duan Jiashu, Ye Yingzhou, Wei Xun, Yu Shuoyang, Wang Yanzhi... Familiar faces appeared from behind the broken walls, some nimbly climbing over the piles of rubble, others stepping through the mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Their faces showed more or less fatigue after the fierce battle, but more often than not, they had relieved smiles as things were finally settled. Their eyes were bright and full of hope.

Most of their clothes were torn, covered in dust and stains, and many people still had scratches or fatigue on their faces from the battle, but at this moment, there was a common light shining in their eyes - it was the relief of finally seeing the light after experiencing life and death, and the sincere joy of seeing their companions safe and sound.

Tang He's face was filled with the bright smile unique to young people, without any gloom, and he waved vigorously at Lu Wensheng; Yan Qingshu carefully avoided the obstacles under her feet and gave them a relieved smile; Wu Feipeng and others also looked relaxed, with a sense of relief at the reunion.

Everyone waved vigorously towards the figure in the center of the light column, and couldn't wait to get closer and gather together.

Lu Wensheng looked at them, feeling an indescribable warmth and relief in his heart.

He also raised his hand and waved vigorously towards his companions, responding to their call, with a smile from the heart on his face.

He stood in place, his eyes sweeping over his companions who had gathered together, passing over the gradually fading soul light spots above the ruins and returning to reincarnation, and finally falling back on the calm and trusting gaze of Liu Jiqian beside him.

He initially embarked on this thorny road just for the person next to him, to rewrite the "script" that belonged to Liu Jiqian, which was full of injustice and suffering, like a meteor that only illuminated a specific trajectory.

However, today, looking back on the ups and downs along the way, he found that he had unknowingly reached a more grand position.

The so-called man of destiny, the so-called savior... The weight and responsibility carried by these titles did not come out of thin air, but were forged and strengthened bit by bit by the choices and actions he made along the way.

When did this belief quietly take root and become so indestructible?

Perhaps it was when he witnessed that the characters in the book, who he once regarded as "little people", became so vivid and flesh-and-blood in reality, struggling, sacrificing, and shining with the brilliance of humanity for their own morality and beliefs.

Perhaps it was the feeling of the tenacity, mutual assistance and purest desire for life that erupted from those mortals who were once regarded as "ants" in desperate situations. That kind of power gathered together and shook people's hearts like a towering tree.

Or perhaps, among all these living beings, we can always see the faint but never-extinguished light of humanity that flickers in the darkest moments, like a spark that sets a prairie on fire.

Every living being has his or her own suffering, his or her own joy, and his or her own inalienable brilliance and dignity.

He is no longer the "bystander" who only runs around for the people he cares about.

There are always some things whose value and weight are higher than personal joys and sorrows, higher than predetermined fate.

He once thought that if the sky fell, there would always be someone tall enough to hold it up.

When fate unfolded in a magnificent manner, Lu Wensheng clearly realized that he had already stood in that "high" position.

When the sky collapses and danger comes, someone is always needed to stand up and hold up the sky.

Perhaps, the starting point of all this is just to save a person's fate.

He just followed his heart and did what he thought he should do.

However, when the fate of countless individuals was changed by his choice, and when the wishes and vitality of millions of people converged into a torrent, he truly understood - unknowingly, this heavy belief in protecting all living beings and correcting the wrongs had taken root, grown, and become extremely firm in his heart.

Even though fate is turbulent, like a rushing river washing the rocks on the shore, it is full of unpredictable turns and surging waves.

But after experiencing all of this and protecting all of this, his will not only did not remain obliterated, but instead became even purer and stronger, like gold tempered by fire.

No matter how turbulent his fate is, he is still alive.

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"Zhengxiu?"

As the formation dissipated, the turbulent energy between heaven and earth gradually calmed down, the dust settled on the ruins, and the figures that did not belong to this world appeared particularly clear and abrupt.

Although Lu Wensheng and others were unaware of the fierce dispute between Lin Zhuxuan and Zheng Xiu concerning the Dao heart, they had indeed not seen him for some time. At this moment, they were suddenly surprised to see the familiar yet somewhat alienated figure standing quietly beside the broken wall not far away.

Zhengxiu heard the voice but did not turn around. He just snorted coldly. His voice was as clear as ice: "Lin Zhengxiu." He deliberately emphasized the surname, as if declaring a break, and as if re-anchoring his identity.

Tang He curled his lips and muttered softly, "Quite aloof." There was a hint of disapproval in his tone that was common among young people.

Above the ruins, the residents who had survived by chance turned into white spots of light, like a swarm of fireflies startled on a summer night. With a sense of relief, they slowly rose up, merged into the pillar of light cast by the broken sky, and finally dissolved into nothingness.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at this strange and compassionate scene, with indescribable complex emotions surging in their hearts. It was the relief after the heaviness, and the sigh of witnessing the end of countless sufferings.

Wu Feipeng narrowed his eyes, and his sharp gaze caught the strange light spots flying out from the direction of Xiangsheng River. He asked in confusion: "Huh? Why are there more light spots flying out of Xiangsheng River? Look at that direction...is that where Mr. Xike and the others are?" The colors of those light spots seemed to be brighter than the soul light spots of the residents, with a kind of purity after the obsession has dissipated.

"Didn't they say...the center of the formation cannot enter the reincarnation..." Ye Yingzhou subconsciously interrupted, his tone full of confusion.

However, just as he said this, he keenly caught the sudden tense lines of Lin Zhengxiu's back and the instantaneous hardening of his profile not far away. His heart skipped a beat, and he realized belatedly that what he said was too blunt, tantamount to rubbing salt into the other person's wounds. He could not help but stop talking in embarrassment.

Yun Wujiu stared intently at the light spots that emerged from the turbid waves of the Xiangsheng River. His clear eyes were instantly covered with a layer of hazy light, and he used the secret technique of Zhanwang Qi to carefully distinguish them.

After a moment, the bright light in his eyes dissipated, and his expression turned firm. He said in a deep voice: "Yes, this is the light spot condensed from the origin of the soul! And the number... is exactly right!" But how is it possible?