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

Chapter 321 So this is your obsession

“Tracing back…”

Xue Lan's voice was not as clear as before, and even sounded weak to the inner demon.

But even such a weak and feeble word caused a sudden gust of wind to rise from the boundless snowfield in the sea of ​​consciousness.

A fierce wind, carrying large snowflakes, rushed towards the inner demon.

The woman slowly raised her head within her sea of ​​consciousness, gazing at the snowflakes falling from the azure sky...

And there's that enormous Sun-Tracing Mirror seal.

Since waking up, this was the first time she had seen Xue Lan activate the second layer of the Sun-Tracing Mirror's seal. Layers upon layers of flowing light danced gently around the Sun-Tracing Mirror, like silk ribbons.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the heavy snow soaked the white robes of the inner demon.

Outside her sea of ​​consciousness, Xue Tong stared blankly at the several people in front of her who were constantly retreating. She watched as a small butterfly flew backward past them.

A quietly circulating magic seal rested in Xue Lan's palm, and two lines of bloody tears flowed from her pale pupils.

Time seemed to stand still the instant Ling Yuanzi's sword intent touched Xue Lan's sea of ​​consciousness. Xue Tong saw the woman slowly rise from her chair, her face expressionless, yet an undeniable loneliness emanating from her.

"Sun-tracing mirror..."

Xue Tong murmured, her eyes filled with worry.

"Xue Lan?"

Xue Tong stepped forward and grabbed Xue Lan's sleeve, her voice trembling.

But the woman didn't speak; she simply shook her head slowly.

After entering the sea of ​​consciousness, the inner demon saw Xue Lan standing opposite him.

The inner demon shook off all the snowflakes that had fallen on his clothes. His tone was listless and languid:

"I lost this time."

She spoke frankly and casually, as if all her previous plans were just a spur-of-the-moment little game.

Xue Lan, within the sea of ​​consciousness, also possessed a pair of clear, ice-blue eyes, like snow-capped mountains that never melt.

Her voice was hoarse, like a fierce wind on a snowfield: "Not this time... You've never won before."

The woman slowly took a few steps toward the direction of her inner demon, who instinctively retreated.

"The same old tricks that failed to convince me in my past life are being used again in this one." Xue Lan's eyes narrowed to slits, and the inner demon seemed to see a sinister light within them.

This is the real Xue Lan.

Xue Lan, a high and mighty demon soul, hides behind the senior sister of the Xuanhuang Sect's Jiyuan Peak.

The inner demon slammed into the pillar of the octagonal pavilion.

There is no way back!

"So what?" The inner demon looked at Xue Lan: "I'm just asking you to let go of those hypocritical fantasies and face the desires in your heart!"

She appears ruthless on the surface, but in reality, she has already lost the upper hand in this game.

A sharp silver light flew out from the distant mountains, and a sharp ice spike pierced through the inner demon's shoulder, pinning her to a pillar.

Hot blood dripped slowly from the end of the ice pick. Xue Lan spoke softly:

"I know what I'm thinking." The woman's voice was so soft it was almost a whisper, yet the chill within it was like shards of shattered ice, seeping into the ears of the inner demon.

"But what I'm thinking is unimportant. My death alone won't help Yuanming Realm in any way."

The inner demon seemed to be provoked, and she stared intently at Xue Lan's eyes, which were exactly the same as her own, yet were indifferent and clear.

"Then let's wait for the Yuanming Realm to perish on its own, Xue Lan!"

Her voice was filled with unspeakable pain:

"Don't interfere..."

Xue Lan sighed, as if she understood something.

"So that's it!"

Xue Lan leaned down and looked into the inner demon's slightly reddened eyes:

"So this is what you've been obsessed with."

The inner demon was startled, only then realizing that his mind was being gradually eroded by Xue Lan.

"Xue Lan..."

The moment the inner demon called out Xue Lan's name, Xue Tong watched as the woman in front of her, who had been frozen for a while, slowly came back to her senses and raised her hand to rub her temples.

Xue Tong looked helpless and pitiful: "What have you done now?"

Xue Lan patted her shoulder to comfort her: "It's okay, I just had a little conflict with my inner demons."

Xue Tong's expression was as if the host had died: "A little conflict?"

Xue Lan sensed the doubt in the girl's tone and said helplessly, "I just used the Sun-Tracing Mirror to turn back the time of these people to before they discovered my inner demons."

"Xiaotong, once you've played along with me through this, I'll tell you slowly."

Xue Tong had no choice but to obediently nod.

Xue Lan sat back down in her chair and used a small spell to remove the bloodstains from her eyes and body.

The woman smiled at her and asked, "Ready?"

Xue Tong wanted to say she was ready, but a huge question suddenly welled up in the girl's heart.

Regarding Xue Lan's previous reaction to Kong Mingzi.

"Xue Lan, are you very afraid that your inner demons will be discovered?"

Rather than asking questions, the girl was simply stating what she had observed.

Xue Lan smiled gently, her eyes curving like crescent moons.

"Yes! Once my inner demons are discovered, my future plans will be subject to their control at every turn."

"I can't stand that feeling."

Xue Tong opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

Xue Lan probably understands some things herself, Xue Tong thought to herself.

It's just that we had no choice but to abandon it.

"Alright!" Xue Tong perked up, stood behind Xue Lan, and patted her on the shoulder: "Let's begin!"

Xue Tong nodded slightly and snapped her fingers.

In an instant, time, which had been frozen in this small area, began to flow again, and everything that had been severed was reconnected.

Xue Tong heard Xue Lan's voice, tinged with laughter:

"Uncle-Master, I'm fine!"

Xue Lan's performance was impeccable. Ling Yuanzi's sword intent circled within Xue Lan's body, but this time no inner demon was detected.

There wasn't even a trace of demonic energy.

Kong Mingzi retracted his silk thread, looked at Xue Lan and sighed, "Strange, the Soul Scattering Technique is so powerful, yet the soul hasn't suffered any damage?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Yuanzi looked at his senior brother, his eyes filled with:

what are you saying?

Are you a quack doctor?

Kong Mingzi glared at him fiercely, then turned to Yin Shishi and said, "Take Master to your alchemy room."

Yin Shishi looked at Xue Lan, who was sitting calmly in the chair, her eyes filled with worry.

"Master, is her soul truly intact?"

Kong Mingzi nodded slightly and glanced at Xue Lan again.

Xue Lan, dressed in loose black clothes, sat obediently in the chair. Her gray-white eyes seemed to be looking at him.

It looks like a big, adorable black rabbit.

"Lingyuan, keep a close eye on your disciple," Kongmingzi instructed Lingyuanzi, thinking to himself that he wouldn't add Julangen this time if he were to brew medicine.

Xue Lan is already pitiful enough.

Before the man had gone five meters, he heard Xue Lan's weak voice behind him:

"Master Uncle, if Xue Lan becomes possessed by a demon, will you kill her?"

Xue Tong: !!!

"I think you've gone mad, not just lost your soul! If you've fallen into demonic possession, I'll lock you up on Qingyu Peak and feed you like a rabbit, feeding you Gu Langen every day!"

As Kongmingzi said this, he quickly disappeared ahead.

The little pity I had for Xue Lan before was eventually wiped out by this man's torment.

No one noticed that Xue Lan, sitting in the chair, had her eyes slightly lowered and a smile on her lips.

Actually, eating a few herbs every day isn't bad.