Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl

Xiang Ke felt as if she were in a dream, being led by Ye Wanlan, and taken into the Chaos Pearl.

What happened next made Xiang Ke feel even more like she was dreaming, because she saw Xiang Mingyu and Xiang Chen, who had died before her.

In truth, Xiang Ke didn't get to see Xiang Mingyu's corpse, because Xiang Chen feared she couldn't bear the bloody and cruel scene, so he had her taken away beforehand.

She knew of Xiang Chen's death because Xiang Ke heard the bell toll.

The bell had rung nine times in succession when her father emperor passed away, playing a tragic tune.

It had also solemnly sent off Princess Yongning's coffin towards Yan Mountain.

Therefore, Xiang Ke knew that once this bell rang, it meant the emperor had passed away.

Yet Xiang Ke didn't have time to grieve and feel sorrow; she calmly buried the gunpowder.

After all, she was young, and her hands trembled as she lit the fire.

"Xiao Ke!"

"Yongle!"

"Little Yongle, how are you?"

The relatives who had died in battle surrounded her, bending over with concern and worry, just like usual.

Xiang Chen quickly stepped forward: "Xiao Ke, you—"

"Imperial... Brother..." Xiang Ke clutched Ye Wanlan's sleeve, "You... you don't scold me, if you scold me, I'll cry for you to see."

Xiang Chen was taken aback.

Before he said anything, Xiang Ke barked, "Besides, Imperial Elder Sister spoils me more, I will complain to her and let her scold you!"

Xiang Chen: "..."

He clearly meant to care for her, how did it turn into scolding her?

"What did Little Yongle do, to be so afraid of Yongshun scolding you?" Xiang Qingtian laughed heartily, "Don't be afraid, if Yongshun scolds you, I'll be the first as your uncle not to forgive him."

Xiang Chen again: "..."

The warmth lasted only a second.

"I..." Xiang Ke bit her lip, after a few seconds, she lowered her head, "I burned myself to death, burned my palace too."

One sentence made Xiang Qingtian's smile fade, his face suddenly serious.

Xiang Ke spoke simply and innocently, but he knew she didn't burn herself, but those cruel invaders.

Whether it was He Jia or Xie Linyuan, they were both deeply moved.

Among them, Xiang Ke was the only one not even ten years old.

Yet she had accomplished this.

"Xiang Ke!" Xiang Chen was furious, "You... you're really going to drive me insane, why didn't you leave?"

"Imperial Elder Sister, Imperial Brother is scolding me!" Xiang Ke clung to Ye Wanlan, "Imperial Elder Sister hit him!"

Xiang Chen angrily said, "I don't scold you, but if you do this again, what am I supposed to do?"

King of Yan was also his role model, he cared for Xiang Ke the way He Jia cared for Xiang Lan.

"Alright." Xiang Mingyu spoke, "Don't scold Xiao Ke, we are all powerless."

Xiang Chen smiled bitterly, "I wasn't trying to scold her, I was just..."

Just still blaming himself.

Blaming himself for not being strong enough, unable to protect his sister.

Xiang Ke ran up, hugged Xiang Chen's arm and acted spoiled: "Brother, I really didn't mean it, don't be mad."

Xiang Chen indeed yielded, softening: "Not again."

Xiang Ke nodded vigorously.

"Now our Xiang Family is truly gathered." Xiang Qingtian's brow suddenly furrowed again, "Now that Fengyuan has fallen, why is Minister Shen not seen?"

Although Shen Mingshu had no martial arts, her proud bones made it impossible for her to retreat.

Ye Wanlan looked at Han Yunsheng: "Teacher actually doesn't ask me?"

"I don't ask because I can guess." Han Yunsheng smiled faintly, his gaze gentle, "Ah Lan always does things thoroughly. Mingshu hasn't appeared, indicating her spirit is intact and she has already met with Ah Lan."

Indeed, he had cast Taoist Arts on the Mingyue Token, preserving the spirit within after its master died, awaiting future repair for awakening.

"Teacher is farsighted." Ye Wanlan smiled, "Please rest assured, the spirit of Daning's Female Prime Minister is intact and will reunite with everyone three hundred years later."

Xiang Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, but the Imperial Tutor and Female Prime Minister..."

Xiang Qingtian waved his hand to stop, "Why ask, no need to ask, I have sharp eyes, they are definitely holding back their feelings for each other."

Xiang Mingyu: "..."

Han Yunsheng also: "..."

Although it's true, saying it so simply and bluntly is too much.

"Everyone, it's not over yet, please wait for me." Ye Wanlan lifted her head, "No matter what, Flourishing Divine Land."

Flourishing Divine Land!

These four words shook everyone's hearts.

What they pursued all their lives was precisely these four words.

"Good!" Xiang Qingtian said heartily, "Little Yongning, go ahead, don't worry, there are enough people now, no worries about gathering people for mahjong."

Xiang Mingyu said nothing.

Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow, "Uncle Wang is best at finding joy amidst hardship, I truly don't need to worry."

She left the Chaos Pearl.

And what followed wasn't so easy.

Because she was going to meet Beiming Sect Master Xing Yun.

Like Shen Mingshu, Yue Zheng also left behind her spirit.

But the situation for the two was different.

Yue Zheng's spirit remained because Xing Yun gave up his spirit.

If she preserved Xing Yun's spirit, Yue Zheng would disappear.

Yet at this point in time, she couldn't preserve Yue Zheng's spirit, because history cannot be changed.

"Sister, time is a closed loop, past, history, and future are happening simultaneously," Si Fqing said softly.

For the Time Administration Bureau and those who had reached the pinnacle, the events occurring in each world are like a book that's already been written.

So to them, whether in the past, present, or future, it all simultaneously exists in the text of the novel.

One can turn to whichever page one wants.

But the characters in the book don't know this, from their perspective, they can only see current events.

This is why history can never be changed.

It's also why strong individuals in small worlds want to Shattered Void, to enter a higher world.

Knowing the existence of a higher world, higher dimension strong individuals, who would willingly be trapped in a book for a lifetime?

"I understand." Ye Wanlan said softly, "But I still want to try."

When they reached the battlefield, disciples from Penglai and Beiming, only about ten percent survived, bones had piled into mountains.

Among the white remains, Xing Yun held Yue Zheng, in a protective posture.

A purple screen of light surrounded him, blocking the fires of war.

Ye Wanlan approached.

Almost simultaneously, Xing Yun sensed it.

He frowned, his expression cold, with undisguised killing intent, sweeping towards Ye Wanlan.

But when he saw Ye Wanlan, he first saw her spirit.

The Beiming Sect Hierarch, unchanging even if Mt. Tai collapsed, suddenly changed his expression: "Her Royal Highness the Princess?!"