Supreme Emptiness

Only to see.

On his Nascent Soul's heart, there was a long crack.

This did not seem caused by external injury.

It seemed to be triggered by a certain emotion mixed during the tribulation.

He attempted to inspect the crack with his mind.

As a result, his chest throbbed faintly with pain, and an inexplicable sadness welled up in his heart.

He understood.

This was a heartache.

He was undergoing the tribulation with the sorrow for Ling Shu.

At the brink of death, he was revitalized by the guilt for Ling Shu's death.

Therefore.

The Nascent Soul was naturally born with a trace of scar.

Jiang Fan clenched his fist, feeling unprecedented power, yet there was no joy in his heart.

Only endless regret.

"This power came too late."

"If I had it earlier, Ling Shu wouldn't have left calling 'brother' in my arms."

"She could have kept calling, kept calling."

"And I, would have always responded."

A gust of mountain wind blew by.

Cold seeped through his body.

Along with Jiang Fan's heart, it chilled entirely.

At this moment, Jiang Fan noticed a small pink flower at his feet, which appeared unknowingly.

He was slightly stunned.

How could there be a flower in the dead snowfield?

The wind, blew gently.

Carrying a faint, familiar fragrance.

Jiang Fan lightly sniffed, and his body abruptly froze, pupils shrinking sharply!

Because.

This was Ling Shu's personal fragrance.

But how could it be?

"Brother."

At this moment, a gentle call came from behind him.

His soul shook intensely!

Unable to believe, what had he just heard?

That was Ling Shu's voice!

It was Ling Shu!

Was he hallucinating?

Or was it a side effect of the Nascent Soul's scar?

Could he actually hear the call of the dead Ling Shu?

As his heart spirit wavered violently, the voice from behind came again.

"Didn't you say you'd always respond to me?"

Boom!

At this moment.

Jiang Fan felt a shock on his soul level, greater than the Infinite Blood Tribulation!

He difficultly turned his head.

A slender figure in a light green long dress stood behind him with her hands behind her back.

In the breeze.

Long hair softly swept her delicate shoulders, the hem of her dress lifted slightly.

She stood there, quietly watching Jiang Fan, with a faint smile on her lips.

Just like the first time they met.

Jiang Fan's throat was blocked, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

His feet felt leaden, arduously walking forward.

Reaching out, he cautiously touched her arm.

His heart pounded fiercely.

Afraid it was all an illusion.

Until the warm, soft touch came, Jiang Fan's heart almost leaping out of his throat finally relaxed.

It was her!

It really was her!

Jiang Fan pulled her into his arms abruptly, holding her tightly.

The familiar soft body, the familiar scent.

As if time flowed back to the moment before her death.

"Brother, you're hurting me," Ling Shu's voice came from within his arms.

Jiang Fan, however, did not loosen his grip; he was afraid it was truly a dream that he would wake from if he let go.

Ling Shu lifted her head, finally seeing Jiang Fan's eyes moistened.

Her heart ached along with him, allowing Jiang Fan to hold her tightly, as she also wrapped her arms around Jiang Fan's waist.

Through blurred tears: "I'm sorry, Brother Jiang Fan."

"It's Ling Shu's willfulness."

"If I had known that leaving you would grieve you so much, I would have tried hard to live well."

"Sorry, sorry, truly sorry."

She was filled with self-reproach, shedding pearls of remorse.

Jiang Fan finally confirmed it was Ling Shu in his arms.

A living Ling Shu!

His heart, suffocated by remorse, at this moment, found liberation.

He held Ling Shu's much thinner face, gazing deeply.

Ling Shu looked at Jiang Fan, who was much more haggard, feeling even more guilty: "Brother Jiang Fan, I... um..."

Jiang Fan bent down and kissed her.

Ling Shu's body stiffened, her small hands clutched tightly at Jiang Fan's back, her mind went blank.

Until she felt Jiang Fan's craziness, felt his fear of losing her again.

Tears flowed again, lifting her feet, she actively cooperated.

For a long time.

Their lips parted.

Jiang Fan looked at the slightly panting girl with a flushed face, finally displaying a long-lost smile:

"From now on, you are not allowed to leave me again."

Ling Shu wiped away her tears, nodded heavily: "Mhm, I will never be willful again."

"Never make brother sad for me again."

Jiang Fan was unprecedentedly joyful.

His heart felt like it returned from hell to the human realm.

This experience of loss and regain, this great sadness and joy, gave him a sense of rebirth.

At this moment, he finally asked: "By the way, what exactly happened?"

"I clearly had buried you."

Ling Shu quickly said: "Before being forced to marry the Sky Demon Emperor, didn't I go around asking people for help?"

"I asked the Spirit Sound Priest, she didn't see me, only made the Demon Moon Priest give me a cup of tea."

"It was that cup of tea that made my body appear dead."

"After you buried me and left, the Spirit Sound brought me back."

Speaking of this.

She, full of sadness, hugged Jiang Fan, nestling deeply into his arms, saying:

"My body was dead, but my consciousness was still alive."

"I watched brother cry for me, watched brother tell me to wait a little longer, also watched brother despairingly put me into the coffin."

"But I couldn't stop it."

"Sorry, brother, it was not Ling Shu's intention to hurt your heart."

Jiang Fan gently patted her back, resting his chin on her head, with warmth blowing the smile on his face:

"I don't blame you."

"Your return is a gift from heaven, you've saved me, I'm grateful."

Pausing a bit.

Jiang Fan asked again: "Then, since you woke up early, why didn't you come to find me?"

"I was in front of your grave, on that grassland, fulfilling your empty tomb's promise."

Ling Shu said ashamedly: "It was the Spirit Sound Priest who wouldn't let me."

"She said for your own good, told me to endure."

"To wait to see you after you finish the tribulation."

Spirit Sound?

Jiang Fan couldn't understand this mysterious woman at all.

What exactly did she want to do?

At this moment, the aura of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master and others came from afar.

Ling Shu immediately released Jiang Fan, tidied her hair, looked into Jiang Fan's eyes, and said:

"I know brother is sad, not necessarily because of deep feelings for me."

"More because brother is kind-hearted, unable to accept me dying by your side."

"But I will try, try to occupy a place in brother's heart, just like Sister Yun Xia."

Jiang Fan rubbed her head, full of tenderness.

After this incident, Ling Shu had long occupied an important position.

Unforgettable in this life.

Whoosh!

The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master, Slave Heart Demon Emperor, and Four Seas Demon Emperor each brought people over.

Seeing Ling Shu, they were all shocked into silence.

A person who had died, actually resurrected?

Ling Shu smiled sweetly, cupping her hands: "Everyone, I made you worried."

"As for the course, after Brother Jiang Fan sees the Spirit Sound Priest, he will explain it to you one by one, okay?"

"Now, let's quietly wait for Brother Jiang Fan to complete the final step of the tribulation, shall we?"

She looked towards the sky.

A small remnant cloud, floating in the mid-air, not yet dispersed.

Everyone was curious.

It must be the Ancient Saint's will to bestow Jiang Fan a divine title.