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

Chapter 599 I await him in the eternal night

When Xue Tong found Xue Lan, the man was pretending to be blind.

Be truly blind.

The wise and mighty Lord Changjun walked alone in the darkness, holding a straight and smooth wooden stick in his right hand, constantly probing forward, while in his left hand he carried a small and exquisite orange lamp.

The round orange was hollowed out, with a few simple five-petaled flowers carved on it. A red net hung down from the ebony lamp post, holding the orange in the middle. A cluster of blue-red strange flames floated peacefully and gently inside the orange shell, swaying slightly with the woman's steps forward.

Xue Tong landed less than three steps away from Xue Lan, and naturally raised her hand as Lord Wolf King walked over.

"You've also made orange lamps?"

Xue Lan seemed to have anticipated her arrival; the woman skillfully put away the wooden stick and placed her hand in the girl's palm.

"Made fresh."

Xue Tong reached out her other hand to catch the orange lamp:

"Made after it entered the magic core?"

Xue Lan nodded with a slight smile:

"The remnant soul of the demon god has not yet arrived, and the demon core is silent and lifeless. I am really bored."

After saying that, the woman smiled and casually asked:

"What about her? Has she finished dealing with Ji Shen?"

Xue Tong shook the orange lamp in her hand, watching the strange flame inside flicker:

"Ji Ping caught him."

Xue Lan's smile froze slightly:

"You saw my beads?"

Xue Tong led Xue Lan forward, her voice calm and devoid of emotion.

"Saw."

Xue Lan tentatively spoke:

"scared?"

The girl walking ahead suddenly stopped, then turned to Xue Lan and spoke softly:

"I was scared."

"Then throw your body fifteen meters away."

Lord Wolf lamented that he understood things too quickly:

"How many meters?"

"Just kidding!" Xue Tong couldn't help but laugh when she saw Xue Lan hesitate. The girl's lips curled into a bright smile.

“I am not from the Yuanming Realm. Only you yourselves can measure your hatred.”

Xue Lan didn't speak, but lowered her head slightly. Like a puppet, she was led forward by Xue Tong.

"what happened?"

The Wolf King's prolonged silence made Xue Tong uneasy, so the girl softly asked a question.

Then she saw a pair of eyes filled with tears.

Xue Lan charged forward like a big black rat, shouting as she went:

"Xiaotong, you've really grown up... Sister hugs you, sister is so proud."

Xue Tong raised her hand and pressed down on Xue Lan's face that was pressed against hers:

"I knew it! Get lost!"

Despite Xue Lan's fierce resistance, he was unable to hold her and spin her around twice as he wished, and finally had to give up.

Lord Wolf stood there, straightening his disheveled sleeves, muttering to himself:

"When I was little, I could have my face pinched if you gave me a candied hawthorn skewer..."

Xue Tong couldn't help but raise her fist: "You're spreading rumors again."

Xue Lan shut up; Xue Lan was fed up.

Lord Wolf hurriedly stuffed his unserious self back into place, flicked his sleeves, and put on an expression that said, "I'm actually very composed."

Xue Tong felt that her future was just like that.

The girl looked at Xue Lan helplessly and said:

"Where are you going if you keep walking straight ahead?"

The direction within the demon core was indistinct; east, west, south, and north were all impossible to discern, yet Xue Lan didn't appear to be wandering aimlessly...

Xue Lan sensed the girl's questioning gaze. The woman cleared her throat, hands clasped behind her back, and then spoke in a deliberately profound tone:

"I'm waiting for dawn."

"Wait until dawn?"

Xue Tong's doubts deepened, and the girl looked around at the endless darkness:

"Isn't the Long Night within the Demon Core?"

She thought this place would remain in absolute silence and darkness forever.

Xue Lan gently shook her head:

"Dead magic cores are dark, but living ones are different."

Xue Tong began to understand what Xue Lan meant.

The girl guessed and spoke:

"You mean that this place will remain in darkness for a long time until the remnant soul of the demon god enters the demon core?"

Xue Lan smiled and nodded:

"That's right, until the Demon God descends."

The woman's greyish-white eyes stared into the endless darkness before her, her voice low and hoarse:

“I await him in the eternal night.”

The pitch-black night within the demon core continued to extend, and when it dragged Shen Suan Zhenren into it, it turned into a sudden gloom in the old man's heart. The old man looked at Gong Yuan opposite him, his expression full of worry.

"Yuan'er!"

The master's voice seemed to come from a very, very far place. The young man, who was constantly trying to capture the energy and untangle the entangled energy, slightly raised his head, and a gentle look appeared in his eyes, which were covered with a few white clouds:

"Master, I'm alright..."

The young man slowly looked down at his chest, which was radiating demonic energy:

"It'll be okay."

The red mist around the altar grew thicker and thicker. Yinhun and Dandao exchanged a glance. One stood behind Xue Lan, while the other flew onto the altar, revealing his true form and hovering in front of Shensuan Zhenren and Gong Yuan.

A cacophony of sounds began to emerge from the thick red fog, suggesting that the battle on Zhu He's side had come to an end.

Sure enough, a moment later, the Soul Guide saw a bright firework explode in the sky of the Demon Realm. The remnant souls that had been guarding the altar returned to the earth veins as if they had been summoned, and a light blue river slowly emerged from the ground.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Qiu Yinzhen's ship arrived at the altar on the earth's vein water. The yin energy swirling around it spread out like a tide, dispelling all the surrounding red mist.

Qiu Yinzhen's silver-white light armor was already stained with blood from the battle just now.

Amidst the vivid crimson, the woman's eyes shone with an eerie light, like two stars that would never fall in the long night.

"Senior Brother Gong..."

Looking somewhat disheveled, Zhu He jumped off the ship, walking with a limp. The tip of his Xinghe sword had a small chip, which Yin Hun noticed immediately.

The young man stared blankly at the man sitting opposite the True Man Shen Suan on the altar, and couldn't help but tear up.

He wanted to go up to the altar to see Gong Yuan, but he saw a dark red aura of malevolence fly out from the long sword that was floating in front of the two of them.

The man in black with a single sword had a solemn expression and shook his head slightly as he looked at Zhu He.

"By order of His Majesty, these two fellow Daoists are to finish their task."

A profound sorrow welled up in Zhu He's heart, almost overwhelming his emotions, but the young man simply nodded slowly, gave the two of them a deep look, and then stood to one side of the altar.

The Crane Sword, missing a small piece, stood beside the young man, its blade gleaming with a cold light.

Let him stay here and protect them.

The red mist that had been dispersed by the impact of the ship gathered again, and a hoarse, terrifying roar could be faintly heard from within it.

Upon hearing this, Sui Xin, who was standing on the top of the ship, slowly lowered his eyes, and a scorching wave of air rippled out from the Heavenly Forging Hammer in his hand.

The roars from within the red mist suddenly ceased.

The entire demon realm fell silent instantly, and all sounds receded like the tide.

"Wow..."

Gong Yuan, who was on the altar, swayed twice, and the tortoise shell he was using for divination fell to the ground, scattering copper coins all over the ground.

All eyes were focused on the altar. Gong Yuan was surrounded by dark demonic energy, looking like a giant cocoon from afar.

On the ship, amidst the tormenting inner demons and demonic core within Ji Shen, a single thought simultaneously arose in Xue Lan's mind:

"he came!"