Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl

Every word a pearl, every sentence polished.

A voice that awakens the deaf, a message long stirring the heart.

In just a few short sentences, without any ornate embellishments, it gave everyone immense strength, raising the morale of those present to its peak in an instant.

Even those ancestors of the Xiang and Huo families, who had long since retired behind the scenes and detached themselves from worldly affairs, felt a boiling battle intent ignite within their chests!

Who dares to say Shenzhou is failing?

For thousands of years, they have walked this path, never bowing their heads or breaking their spines; how could it end with their generation?

How could they betray the proud elegance of their ancestors and belittle themselves?

As long as they wish, dare, strive, and fight for it, they will surely succeed.

Even if, stepping back, they do not succeed, so what?

They have already realized their self-worth.

"I will join you in battle," Ye Wanlan raised her hand, smiling faintly, "In all matters, I will lead the charge. Here I, Ye Wanlan, vow."

"Miss Ye, you are mistaken. We old bones are neither buried nor incapacitated." An ancestor of the Xiang Family stroked his beard and laughed, "We are not dead, how can we let you youngsters go? We, too, don't have many days left; to die on the battlefield would be worth it."

Though their age spans a century, they are still far removed from the Ning Dynasty.

They have not experienced war and slaughter, yet in their hearts still burns the dream of heroic sons and daughters.

Now, Ye Wanlan awakens the fire in their hearts, a flame that will soar and ignite the plains.

If they die on the battlefield, it is their honor and glory.

"This calamity is not only what Shenzhou will face, but also the Northern Lands, Global Center... and Atlantis must confront together," Ye Wanlan said slowly, "With external threats at hand, internal conflicts must be set aside. Rest assured, I will negotiate the power of the four corners."

The Grand Elder of the Huo Family's expression shook: "Miss Ye, do you mean to say... these forces are now under your control?"

The Northern Lands, needless to say, were a powerful country of the same era as Shenzhou, where Empress Valentina left abundant treasures.

Though Global Center's rise spans only three hundred years, it is now the center of the world's technology, economy, culture, and politics.

As for Atlantis?

In their perception, it is a lost ancient continent and also a powerful underwater kingdom.

Xiang Shaoyu laughed and said, "Great Elder, Miss Ye is now the Empress of Atlantis; do you think she might have control?"

At this, everyone was shocked.

Empress of Atlantis!

Though they knew Ye Wanlan was powerful, they never imagined she could become the emperor of the world!

"Rest assured, I am always with you," Ye Wanlan said, "The loyal bones of the martyrs three centuries ago stand with us, and we will surely achieve victory."

...

This pre-battle rally achieved excellent effects, sweeping away the shadows in the younger generation of the Five Great Families and restoring their original vitality.

"No wonder she's Miss Ye," Xiang Shaoyu said, "Even if I can say the same words, I would not achieve such momentum and effect."

"Ah Lan indeed has the bearing of an emperor," Su Xueqing said, "I suppose Princess Yongning of yesteryear must have been equally charismatic, making others willingly follow her."

"Indeed." Xiang Shaoyu mused, "If Shenzhou were still in ancient times, it seems Miss Ye would already be a great emperor."

Su Xueqing agreed, glancing around: "Where is Ah Lan?"

"Just left with Brother Yan," Huo Yunyi said, "Probably something urgent."

Meanwhile, Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng returned to Cangyuan Country.

"Tingting, you have yet to awaken the Divine Bloodline," Ye Wanlan said, "The teacher was right; the Divine Bloodline is essentially our power. Now that the Holy Pond is open, I will send you for the ceremony."

Yan Tingfeng nodded: "Alright, Xiao Wan, wait for me."

He entered the Holy Pond.

At that moment, in the Yunjing Rong Family.

He Jia lowered his lashes and bowed his head, recalling the long, long ago.

He died six years after Princess Yongning's passing, the same year the Ning Dynasty fell.

But those six years, he often recalled the days leading up to Xiang Lan's death.

To say days is to overstate, truly only a few shichen had passed.

From the outbreak of the old illness in her body to the rapid decline, even Shui Yunqing, who was with her, was caught unprepared. Part of a series hosted by My Virtual Library Empire (MV&LEMP&YR).

He Jia still remembers racing to her side, finding her already laid in the coffin, her face pale without a trace of blood.

At that time, she smiled and said, "Brother, it hurts."

In just three words, the towering King of Yan crumbled.

What kind of pain could make Xiang Lan, who hid all emotions and true feelings early on, unable to help but say "it hurts"?

But he had no way, he could not transfer her pain onto himself.

If possible, he would not hesitate to bear it in her stead.

Perhaps that was the first time He Jia shed something called "tears."

Before this, even when pushed to the brink, he never cried.

Men only cry when deeply heartbroken.

He didn't know with what mood he sent off his sister, only that from then on, a piece of his heart had died.

But now...

He Jia raised his hand, gently touching his chest.

Xiao Lan is still here.

"Perhaps Brother He is relieved this time?" Yan Shunhua crossed his arms, his voice coming from behind, "How he treats Yongning is not worse than you, in some ways even surpassing you."

"Long relieved," He Jia said indifferently.

"Oh?" Yan Shunhua was surprised, "Then why did Brother He ask those three questions to put the Tower Master on the spot?"

Those three questions were indeed full of traps, yet Yan Tingfeng answered each one perfectly.

He Jia glanced at Yan Shunhua, retorting coldly: "Because you have no sister."

Yan Shunhua: "..."

So what if he has no sister?

Is having a sister something to be proud of?

Fine, it's something to be proud of.

He doesn't have one; he admitted defeat!

Yan Shunhua took a deep breath: "A sister like Yongning, only you can handle."

"Naturally." He Jia carried his hands behind his back, a faint but gentle smile in his eyes, "Xiao Lan is the best Xiao Lan in the world."

"Tsk." Yan Shunhua shook his head, "You and your little sister obsession."

He Jia paused slightly: "What do you mean, 'little sister obsession'?"

"Little sister obsession is—" Yan Shunhua was about to tease when suddenly thunder erupted in the sky, and lightning raged in an instant!