Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

Chapter 594 Shared Fate Hexagram

The traveler is far away, the widow is dead.

At the call of the True Man of Diligence, the "monster" bound to the altar pillar slowly raised its head, its turbid eyes looking in his direction.

The old man, deeply moved, staggered forward a few steps, tears streaming down his face.

"Yuan'er..."

The "monster" on the stage was stunned.

It's Master...

Only Master!

His heart, which hadn't pounded violently for years, suddenly began to race wildly. He struggled incessantly against the pillar, the chains binding him rattling loudly.

How could Master come alone?

Why did Master come alone?

"So this is your disciple."

Tingnu, who had been watching between the master and disciple, suddenly spoke, a glint of obscure light flashing in his sinister red eyes.

"Master Priest!"

Xue Lan looked at Ting Nu's expression and spoke calmly, while the Soul-Guiding Sword floating behind her emitted a dazzling golden light.

The woman's greyish-white eyes grew even colder, yet her tone remained relaxed and carefree, as if she weren't exchanging harsh words with the demon priest, but rather discussing the weather:

"It's best not to have any other thoughts."

Tingnu knew that the younger generation of the Silver Moon Wolf clan was always arrogant, after all, they were born with the most outstanding ice spirit root in the Yuanming Realm, and their clan was so powerful that they were unlikely to be in danger during their growth.

He's truly a carefree little white wolf living under Lord Changjun's protection.

The old man sighed inwardly, then released his demonic energy to probe Xue Lan, his voice hoarse:

"Will you still use that person's name this time?"

Xue Lan glanced at him indifferently, her gray-white eyes calm and unwavering, and spoke with confidence:

"I will never change my name or surname, I am Xue Lan!"

Tingnu was somewhat wary of Xue Lan.

The little white wolf who can say such things is probably one of the top disciples in the Northern Region River, and is greatly favored by the Lord.

With the grand plan of the Demon God's awakening imminent, it's best not to let that person cause trouble.

Rather than...

Tingnu gave Xue Lan a cold look.

They refined the little white wolf into a sentient demon, extracted its spiritual roots, and sent it to the Lin family...

This can also be considered as maintaining the deal between the demons and the Lin family.

Thinking of this, a dark light appeared out of thin air in the old man's hand, which was behind his back.

Xue Lan couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Others might not know what Tingnu was holding in her hand, but they knew all too well what it was.

That was a very high-level dream demon seed.

Xue Lan lazily raised his eyes to look at Ting Nu. His glassy eyes reflected the deep red mist around him, giving him the feeling of being stared at by a wild beast.

Tingnu was slightly startled.

Is this the Silver Moon Wolf? One of the few top predators in the Yuanming Realm.

Despite his young age, he possessed such a terrifying demeanor, his gray-white eyes filled with icy killing intent, as if he were about to transform into his true form and pounce on him to bite through his throat.

It reminded him of certain memories that had been sealed away for thousands of years.

Thinking this, the old man quietly tossed the dream demon seed behind his back. The fruit, imbued with demonic energy, disappeared into the surrounding red mist in an instant.

He thought his actions were completely unnoticed and didn't realize that the woman opposite him slightly curled the corners of her mouth, a hint of contempt flashing in her expression.

Xue Lan had probably already guessed Tingnu's plan.

He dared not kill Xue Lan directly because of the prestige of the Wolf Lord, but he also did not want to let Xue Lan go.

They wanted both, and now they're waiting for their retribution.

Thinking of this, Xue Lan secretly transmitted her voice to the Calculating Master behind her:

“Master Uncle, this battle is unavoidable. Xue Lan will be responsible for holding off this high priest.”

"I'll leave my senior brother to my senior uncle."

"Lan Lan!"

Shen Suan Zhenren withdrew his gaze from Gong Yuan, who was now barely recognizable as human, his tone filled with worry:

"After all, he is a Nascent Soul stage cultivator."

"Don't worry, Senior Uncle." Xue Lan's tone was calm and confident.

"Xue Lan is not a true early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator; he is an old monster who has lived for at least a thousand years. It is still unknown who will emerge victorious."

"Just do as I say, Master."

Tingnu saw the young woman in black across from him narrow her eyes slightly, then reveal a faint smile. Her gentle features blossomed in an instant, like ink splashed on a landscape painting, vibrant and beautiful.

"Does Your Highness not believe Xue Lan's words?"

The woman gently raised her hand, and the Soul-Guiding Sword that had been floating behind her instantly appeared in her grasp. Xue Lan held the sword in her right hand, while her left hand, forming a sword-finger gesture, slowly rested on the blade of the Soul-Guiding Sword.

"But that's okay."

Even if it means turning this entire demon realm upside down, I will still take the person behind you away.

The moment the words fell, the strange fire mark between Xue Lan's eyebrows suddenly lit up, and a dazzling cluster of blue-red flames flew out from it, climbing up the woman's arm and landing on the Soul-Guiding Sword with lightning speed.

"Go!"

A great battle was about to break out. Almost the instant the woman spoke, a blue-red fire dragon flew towards Tingnu's face. The air in its path seemed to ignite. The old man in the indigo robe casually raised his hand to block the fire dragon, and with his fingertips, he led it to crash into the edge of the altar.

"boom!"

The fire dragon collided with the edge of the altar with a loud bang, and the sparks that flew out landed in the grooves on the altar, instantly turning it into a blaze of fire.

After the flames, Shen Suan Zhenren's figure flew swiftly towards Gong Yuan's direction, like a withered bamboo leaf.

"What do you think this altar is?"

Tingnu snorted coldly, his eyes full of contempt. The old man raised his hand and struck out with a palm. The fierce palm wind landed on the pillar behind Gong Yuan, more than twice as fast as Shen Suan Zhenren.

The instant the palm strike landed on the pillar, a dark, glowing restriction rapidly unfolded around Gong Yuan, ultimately blocking Shen Suan Zhenren three meters away from his disciple.

"Ahem! Puff!"

The old man, injured by the restriction, spat out a mouthful of sticky blood as he landed on the altar. His once well-maintained beard was covered in blood beads, making him look extremely disheveled.

The cold, smug voice of Tingnu came from behind:

“Foolish humans.”

“Once the ritual begins, no one may approach the offerings.”

The old man slowly raised his hand, and boundless demonic energy transformed into a giant claw in mid-air, reaching out to grab Shen Suan Zhenren. However, it was blocked by Xue Lan halfway there.

The woman in black landed nimbly in front of Shen Suan Zhenren, the sword energy on her Soul-Guiding Sword swirling and instantly transforming into towering mountains. The jagged mountains spun endlessly at the tip of the Soul-Guiding Sword, finally forming a bottomless vortex that gripped the giant claw formed from demonic energy.

“This is…” A hint of surprise appeared in Tingnu’s eyes, and the old man murmured:

"The power of reincarnation".

"The Yuanming Realm actually possesses the power of reincarnation!"

The old man's voice suddenly went mad, and his face, which had barely become human, began to distort, splitting into two, with his mouth slit all the way to his ears.

"Give it to me!" Tingnu slowly reached out her hand to Xue Lan:

"I don't have to kill you."

"Idiot's dream!"

Before Xue Lan could utter a rebuttal, a hoarse yet firm voice came from behind her.

The woman turned her head slightly and saw that Master Shensuan had wiped the blood off his face. The Xuan Tian tortoise shell used for divination was floating in front of the old man's chest, and all the divination symbols on it were lit up.

"You say I can't get through this barrier... What a joke!"

As the old man spoke, he raised his hand and placed it on the restriction behind him, his eyes filled with determination as he looked at Tingnu.

The old man spoke with a mocking tone:

"Demon priests, you've never heard of anything called a 'shared destiny'?"

Shen Suan Zhenren slowly opened his right hand towards Ting Nu. In his palm, a constantly flashing white rune appeared, which looked like two interlocking rings. The Tai Chi Bagua was constantly rotating below, and the trigrams on it lit up one by one, illuminating Shen Suan Zhenren's eyes, which had been dull for a long time.

Tingnu suddenly looked at Gong Yuan, who was trapped in the barrier on the altar. A Bagua mark had appeared on the young man's deformed right hand, which was hanging by his side.

"A madman!"

The old man spoke in a fit of rage, raising his hand to unleash a beam of demonic light at Shen Suan Zhenren.

The pitch-black demonic light transformed into a twisted venomous snake and flew towards Shen Suan Zhenren's chest, but it was blocked by an invisible force less than a foot away from him, unable to advance an inch.

Shen Suanzhen glanced coldly at Ting Nu and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Only those whose destinies are intertwined, whose lucky stars shine upon them, and whose desires align with theirs can activate the shared destiny hexagram."

“In the eyes of your altar, I am also a sacrifice.”

"I have made this offering to cast a divination. If this divination is ineffective, then all things, nothing should obstruct me!"

The old man began to tidy his clothes.

Without using any magic, Shen Suan Zhenren slowly smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, wiped away the bloodstains stuck to his beard, then turned to Xue Lan with a gentle smile, his voice soft and husky, like a gentle breeze across the wilderness:

"Lanlan, your senior uncle has arrived."

A wave of indescribable bitterness washed over Xue Lan. The woman forced back her tears, took out Gong Yuan's Xuan Tian Tortoise Shell from her sleeve, and placed it in Shen Suan Zhenren's hand, desperately suppressing the sobs in her voice.

"Go, Uncle Master."

The old man glanced at the Xuan Tian Tortoise Shell in his hand and nodded gently to Xue Lan.

He looked up and stared intently at Gong Yuan on the altar, his eyes filled with a tender and loving gaze that flowed like an endless river.

A gentle breeze rises from an unknown place, driving away evil spirits and sending forth green bamboo.

The old man began to walk step by step toward the altar, easily passing through the barrier that had blocked him.

The old man's life force gradually dissipated, merging into the surrounding demonic mist.

Xue Lan and Ting Nu both heard the old man's hoarse yet resonant voice:

"Gong Yuan!"

The "monster," who had been corrupted and driven to madness by being tied to the pillar, regained some of his senses in an instant. He slowly raised his head, and a murky tear rolled down from his white-rimmed eyes.

"Master!"

"Insanity!"

Tingnu looked at Shen Suanzhen and his disciples with an evil smile.

"What good are those who share the same fate and path? Once they enter the altar, they are ultimately just offerings to the Demon God."

The old man raised his hand towards the Calculating Master Shen, who was slowly moving forward on the altar:

"Yuan Mingjie?"

"They're nothing but ants!"

"Zheng!"

After a sharp clang of metal clashing, Xue Lan was sent flying dozens of meters away. The woman struggled to steady herself, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and coldly spoke:

"Ants?"

A golden light flew out from the Soul-Guiding Sword and transformed into a lovely little girl in front of Xue Lan. She stood in front of Xue Lan, her eyes filled with anger as she looked at Ting Nu.

Xue Lan clutched her chest and slowly straightened up, her greyish-white eyes filled with pity.

"Fine rain falls from the sky and transforms into rivers, lakes, and seas, but how can you know... that ants gathered together cannot devour a demon!"

"Invite the soul!"

As the woman spoke in a mournful voice, a huge golden ring suddenly appeared beneath the entire demon altar, exactly the same as the reincarnation mark on the soul guide's brow.

The porcelain doll-like spirit guide hovered before Xue Lan, its palms pressed together before slowly separating. A cold disdain appeared in its pale golden eyes.

"Nine Heavens and Ten Unions, manifest!"

"Boom!"

Tingnu looked down in horror and found that a huge crack had appeared beneath his feet. A pale blue river flowed from the crack, carrying tens of thousands of wronged souls. In an instant, they wrapped around his body and began to tear at him like wild beasts.

"Earth veins!"

The old man's composure was finally broken. He raised his hand and knocked away the vengeful spirits that were clinging to him and biting him, then glared fiercely at Xue Lan.

As soon as one wave of wronged souls was knocked down, another wave pounced on them.

They transformed into a river, carrying their deepest hatred for the demons.

They would not hesitate to be reduced to ashes.

Xue Lan looked at Ting Nu and smiled slowly:

"Priest, are you curious as to why there are ley lines in the desolate region?"

The woman spoke slowly and deliberately:

"What good can someone who betrays the Yuanming Realm be?"

Tingnu's expression changed slightly, and he looked coldly at Xue Lan:

"Do you think you can kill me with these wandering spirits?"

Xue Lan watched as Ting Nu flexed her wrist:

"Priest, don't overthink it. Xue Lan has no intention of killing you."

Tingnu's heart skipped a beat. A bad premonition filled his heart in an instant.

But it is already late.

He saw the woman slowly move her wrist, then reveal a maniacal smile:

"Priest, it's time for you to leave!"

As soon as the woman finished speaking, an immense and irresistible suction force emanated from behind the old man. At the same time, the woman's terrified voice echoed in his mind:

"Priest, save me!"

It's Her Highness the Fourth Princess!

The old man struggled desperately to break free from the pulling force, but to no avail.

Not only that, the moment he came into contact with this suction force, his originally suppressed cultivation level seemed to be permanently fixed at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and he was unable to unseal it at all!

In his last glance before leaving the center of the Demon Realm, the old man saw Xue Lan, who appeared calm and composed.

The woman in black slowly raised her hand and gently stroked the blade of the short sword in her hand. At the same time, an extremely familiar sword intent burst forth from the woman's body, and frost covered the entire altar.

The old man's pupils suddenly contracted...

is her!

"Xue Lan!"

Listening to the slave's furious voice echoed throughout the entire Demon Realm, Xue Lan calmly raised her eyes:

"You've been recognized."

"Really boring."

The woman twirled her soul-guiding sword, then pointed it directly at the chains binding Gong Yuan.

The woman spoke lightly:

"Senior brother, tilt your head!"

Gong Yuan subconsciously turned his head, and the next instant, a bone-chilling cold, carrying three thousand snowflakes, swept past his ear and crashed directly into the chains binding him.

"Wow!"

The incredibly strong chain snapped into thousands of glittering ice shards in an instant, scattering crisply as it hit the ground.

Gong Yuan swayed slightly and fell forward, but in the next instant, a slender, bony body steadily supported him.

A faint blue hem of clothing appeared blurry in his vision. Gong Yuan revealed a twisted smile and rested his head on Shen Suan Zhenren's shoulder:

"I knew Master would come."

Master Shen Suan looked at his eldest disciple, whom he hadn't seen for many years, in his arms and gave a bitter smile:

"Master has arrived!" the old man murmured, then stuffed the Xuan Tian Tortoise Shell in his hand into Gong Yuan's arms, with a gentle smile on his face, just like when he first taught Gong Yuan the art of divination.

The old man took out many things from his sleeves and placed them one by one on the altar.

Xue Lan's eyes welled up with tears again as she looked at the things that Master Shen Suan had taken out.

It was a scroll of magic formulas handwritten by Zhang Mingqiu, a few trinkets that Liu Yiyi and Gan Lin liked, and half a tortoise shell that Qi Song broke while doing divination...

And a handful of Awakening Moon Flowers from the back mountain of Xuanhuang Sect, and a spring peach plucked from Suandao Peak.

The old man gently stroked the hardened armor on his disciple's face, his smile both resolute and gentle:

"Once this divination is completed, we can be reunited!"