Chapter 679
A Promise Spanning Ten Thousand Years!
Honglian's breath hitched. She felt as if her heart had stopped beating for a moment, and then started beating wildly at an unprecedented speed.
She stared blankly at that face, forgetting even the pain in her body.
That deep-set face, along with that domineering and devastating palm strike, was forever etched into the deepest part of her soul, never to be erased.
"Thank you so much for saving my life, senior..."
After a long while, Honglian finally woke up as if from a dream. She endured the excruciating pain in her abdomen, braced herself against the cold rocks, and struggled to stand up to pay her respects to her benefactor.
But she was too weak. She had only gotten halfway up when her legs gave way and she fell to the ground again. The pain aggravated her wounds, and she gasped in pain.
Ignoring her disheveled state, she could only kneel on the ground, raise her head, and look at Lu Yuan with a weak yet extremely urgent and awe-inspiring gaze.
"May I ask your honorable name, my benefactor... Honglian was saved by you today. No matter what level of cultivation I attain in the future, even if I have to serve you like a cow or a horse, I will repay your great kindness and virtue!" Her voice trembled, but it revealed a resolute stubbornness.
However, Lu Yuan did not answer her question. He did not step forward to help the critically injured girl, nor did he take out any healing pills from his storage bag to give to her.
He stood there quietly, his posture as upright as a pine tree, gazing down at her for a moment with a deep, calm gaze that seemed to see through her past and present lives.
This moment of silence filled Honglian with a strange sense of awe and tension.
Then, Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze, turned around, and once again turned his back to Hong Lian.
He slightly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the perpetual miasma of the Burial Bone Mountains, looking towards the endless, profound void.
"Come see me on Daluo Island 100,000 years from now."
A low, calm voice, yet filled with endless vicissitudes and a sense of destiny, slowly came from Lu Yuan's mouth.
The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to contain some kind of law of heaven and earth, echoing for a long time in front of the cliff, in the valley, and in Honglian's ears, deafeningly loud.
This simple sentence, without any further explanation, is like an invisible giant lock, forcibly locking a coordinate spanning hundreds of thousands of years in the vast river of time.
Furthermore, a seed called "cause and effect" was deeply planted in Honglian's heart, which had just experienced a life-or-death ordeal. Once this seed was planted, it could never be removed.
Having said that, Lu Yuan didn't linger any longer, nor did he glance at Honglian again.
He raised his right foot, seemingly taking a step forward into the void ahead.
"Snap!"
With a crisp sound like shattering glass, this solid void from 100,000 years ago was forcibly shattered by his foot, creating a dark and deep spatial rift!
Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Yuan, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, stepped directly into the rift that emitted terrifying spatial turbulence.
The next instant, the crack closed, the space returned to normal, and Lu Yuan's figure completely disappeared from this world, as if he had never existed, drifting away.
Before the precipice, the wind still howled, and Honglian knelt alone on the cold rock.
Black blood was still seeping from the wound on her abdomen, but she seemed to feel no pain at all.
She was like a sculpture that had lost its soul, staring blankly at the empty void where Lu Yuan had left.
Her mind went blank, and all that remained in her ears was that phrase, filled with endless vicissitudes, echoing and reverberating.
"Come see me on Daluo Island 100,000 years from now..."
"Ten thousand years later... Da Luo Island..."
Honglian's chapped lips moved slightly as she murmured these words repeatedly.
With each recitation, the confusion in her eyes lessened, and gradually, a flame was rekindled in her eyes, which had been dimmed by despair.
This is an unprecedented light that will never yield, even in the face of death.
She gripped the hilt of the broken sword tightly, letting the blood stain her palms.
"My benefactor..."
Honglian gazed at the void, gritting her teeth, and spoke slowly and deliberately, as if making the most solemn vow to heaven and earth.
"I will definitely go! Even if I'm shattered to pieces, even if I have to cross mountains of corpses and seas of blood, ten thousand years later, Honglian... will definitely come to Da Luo Island to see you!"
Ten thousand years later, in the present world, in the secret chamber of the main hall of Da Luo Island.
"Buzz—"
With a low, muffled rumble, the spacetime barrier that stretched across the center of the secret chamber, violently distorted like ripples on water, finally began to slowly close after exhausting its last bit of power.
A series of cracking sounds, like ice shattering, emanated from the surrounding space. Just as the violent spatial turbulence was about to overflow, it was forcibly smoothed out by an invisible force.
In the center of the secret chamber, the bronze coffin of the Three Generations lay on the ground, its surface originally shimmering with a dazzling and mysterious blue light.
As the spacetime barrier completely closed, the layer of azure light that seemed capable of illuminating eternity rapidly receded like the receding tide, disappearing entirely into the coffin.
"Creak—"
Lu Yuan braced himself against the heavy coffin lid with one hand, and with a sudden burst of strength, pushed it open.
He stepped out of the bronze coffin of the Three Generations, his feet firmly planted on the cold stone slabs of the secret chamber.
The span of 100,000 years seemed to have left no trace on him, but his deep, abyss-like eyes held a profound sense of vicissitude and indifference that could dim the stars.
Lu Yuan lowered his head and glanced at the slightly oversized blue Taoist robe he was wearing.
These were clothes he casually draped over himself 100,000 years ago, and now they looked somewhat out of place on him.
His expression was calm, and the vast, ocean-like immortal power within him only circulated slightly.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, the blue Taoist robe was instantly shattered into a shower of fine dust, which fell like blue snowflakes in the secret room.
Immediately afterwards, a flash of light appeared, and a magnificent black robe, symbolizing the ultimate power and majesty of the Lord of Da Luo Island, materialized on his body.
Lu Yuan slowly straightened his clothes, feeling the surging power within his body and the familiar yet unfamiliar laws of the present world around him.
Lu Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his deep gaze seemingly piercing through the thick walls of the secret chamber, looking towards the endless, distant void.
A faint, confident smile slowly crept onto his lips.
"Ten thousand years..." he murmured to himself. The seed of cause and effect had been planted by him in that desolate land ten thousand years ago.
He doesn't need to do anything extra. All he needs to do is sit on the throne in the main hall of Da Luo Island and quietly wait for the seed to sprout and grow into a towering tree.