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In the camp, the sky was clear, without a cloud for thousands of miles. A bright moon hung high, its silver light cascading down, illuminating the figures of Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord. At this moment, they stood side by side, gazing at the open space ahead, where allies from all directions had gathered, each person's face expressing determination.
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord's gaze swept over the crowd, finally resting on Molan, nodding slightly to indicate she should begin. Molan took a deep breath and declared loudly, "Fellow Daoists, tonight we gather here not for a meaningless battle, but for our shared belief in the peace of Fairyland."
Her words were clear and powerful, each one carrying an undeniable force that left every Cultivator present feeling a mysterious sense of awe.
"We have long seen Cheng Moyao's ambition. His actions not only threaten the safety of each and every one of us, but also pose a threat to the peace of the entire Fairyland. We cannot stand idly by, nor can we wait for fate to take its course," Molan declared with even greater determination, as if each word could stir the blood in people's hearts.
Next to them, Liu Guan couldn't help but applaud, "Sister Molan is absolutely right! Although our Bi shui Palace is not good at fighting, we will never back down in this battle between good and evil!"
Tsang Yen, the silent sword immortal, also said softly, "Although I am a wandering swordsman, I am also willing to contribute to the peace of Fairyland."
Wuhen has sharp eyes and a cold voice, saying, "The Ghostly Valley has always stayed out of worldly conflicts, but for those who disrupt the balance of Fairyland, we will take action to punish them."
The words of the crowd were like an inspiring war drum, instantly pushing the emotions of everyone present to a climax. Even the usually calm Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord had a glint of battle intent in his eyes at this moment.
He stepped forward and declared loudly, "Today, we swear here that no matter how many hardships lie ahead, we will never abandon our comrades by our side. We will raise the flag in our hearts and together resist the enemy!"
"For Fairyland, for the purest justice in our hearts, we will never retreat!" Molan tightly held the hand of Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, his eyes shining as if they could see through the night and reach the sky.
The crowd responded, their voices flowing like a continuous river, and in the exchange of glances, they could read each other's determination. At this moment, they were no longer representatives of different factions, but allies on the same front, with their hearts set on the safety of Fairyland.
Molan watched this scene, feeling a surge of unprecedented emotion. This battle was far more than just a clash of power; it was a choice for the future of Fairyland. She turned to look at Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, only to see his profound gaze, seemingly contemplating a grander vision.
It's late at night, and as the crowd gradually disperses, each person returns to their own dwelling, preparing for the decisive battle tomorrow. Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord also stroll in the night until they reach a tranquil lakeside.
Here, far from the hustle and bustle of the camp, only the gentle breeze brushes the surface of the lake, creating one ripple after another. In the moonlight, Molan's shadow stretches long, as she stands there quietly, seemingly lost in thought.
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord Walking up to her, he asked softly, "Molan, what are you thinking about?"
Molan smiled slightly and turned to look at him, "I'm thinking about what our fate will be after this battle. But no matter what, I just hope that we will both be safe."
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord reached out and tightly held her hand, firmly saying, "No matter what, we will never be apart. Just like the vow tonight, we will never let each other down."
Molan's eyes flashed with determination as she held Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord's hand and nodded gently, "Yes, no matter the storm, we will never let each other down."
They made a mutual vow to watch over each other under the moonlight, never to let each other down. This was not only a commitment to each other, but also a commitment to the land of Fairyland.
As the night grew deeper, Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord walked back to the camp together. At this moment, their hearts may have been filled with unease, but more so with steadfast conviction.
Tomorrow will be a decisive battle that will determine the fate of Fairyland. But on the eve of this battle, the hearts of Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord are already tightly connected, and they fear nothing, whether in life or in death.
The moonlight by the lake is still bright, shining on this land and also into the hearts of Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, bringing warmth and comfort. No matter how intense the battle is tomorrow, the vows made tonight will become the strongest force in their hearts.
Before entering their respective residences, Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord exchanged a smile, their eyes shimmering with affection. Then, they turned and each stepped into the night, quietly awaiting the arrival of dawn.
Under the deep night sky, Molan lay alone in her residence, the moonlight outside casting a soft glow on her simple bed. Her heart was filled with memories of her exchange with Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord tonight, the words echoing in her ears, bringing her an unprecedented sense of peace and reassurance.
However, as she gradually drifted into the dreamland, the dream took her to a strange place—a vast and boundless lakeside, with the calm lake reflecting the bright moonlight. And by the lake, Cheng Moyao stood there, his figure appearing both mysterious and charming in the moonlight.
Cheng Moyao turned around, and with an elegant and charming smile, he said to Molan, "Welcome to my dream, Molan."
Molan was a little confused, but she couldn't help being drawn to this dream. She asked softly, "Where is this place? Why am I dreaming of you?"
Cheng Moyao approached with light steps, his voice gentle and alluring, "This is a pure land in my heart, only the most special people can meet me in dreams. Molan, have you ever thought that besides fighting, there could be more possibilities between us?"
Molan was shaken by these words, and complex emotions rose in her heart. She felt both wary of the allure of Cheng Moyao and hesitant due to their past relationship.
In her dream, Cheng Moyao seemed to sense Molan's hesitation. He reached out his hand and gently said, " Molan, let me show you a different world. There, you will no longer be troubled by any conflicts, only beauty and peace."
Just as Molan hesitated whether to accept Cheng Moyao's hand, she suddenly remembered the oath with Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord and the deep emotions between them. This longing was like a beam of light, illuminating her heart and helping her find her direction again.
Molan withdrew her outstretched hand and said firmly, " Cheng Moyao, I thank you for the invitation in my dreams, but my heart belongs to another. Our world may be full of various hardships, but it is these challenges that make our emotions even stronger."
In the dream, a hint of loss flashed across Cheng Moyao's face, but quickly recovered with a charming smile. "Molan, I respect your choice. But remember, my world is always open to you, no matter when."
As the words were spoken, the dream gradually blurred, and Cheng Moyao's figure and the mysterious lake began to dissipate into the air, ultimately turning into nothingness. Molan slowly opened her eyes, returning to the real world. She found herself still lying in her bed, the cold moonlight outside still shining through the cracks onto her face.
She lay quietly, pondering the scene from her dream over and over in her heart. The invitation from Cheng Moyao in the dream shook her, but it also strengthened her feelings for the Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord. Molan knew deep down that no matter how charismatic Cheng Moyao was, her emotions for the Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord were irreplaceable.
She smiled gently, understanding that true love is not about escaping into fantasy, but about standing by each other and never abandoning one another in the face of any adversity.
That night, the starry sky of Fairyland was exceptionally brilliant, as if also praying for peace and victory in the upcoming battle.
As the dawn gradually rose, the atmosphere in the Immortal Alliance camp was unusually solemn, with everyone making final preparations in a flurry of activity. After a brief rest, Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord also joined the preparations. The softness from the previous night had disappeared from their faces, replaced by a solemnity before the battle.
The battle horn is about to sound, and everyone knows that this will be a war that concerns life and death, and the future of Fairyland. However, at such a moment, Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord's hearts are unusually calm.
As the sun rises completely, the entire camp is a busy scene before the expedition. Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord stand in front of the crowd, their eyes piercing through the crowd, as if to convey this determination to everyone.
"Today, we will face a formidable enemy together, but our hearts will be even stronger. Not for fame and fortune, only for the peace of Fairyland. Are you all ready?" The voice of Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord resounded through the clouds, firm and powerful.
"We are ready!" everyone responded in unison, their voices converging into a powerful force that shook the hearts of all.
Molan smiled slightly. This was a memorable journey she and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord had walked together with all their allies. Regardless of the outcome, this unity would be forever engraved in everyone's hearts.
Then, Molan turned around, raised her sword, and pointed towards the distance, "Let's go!"
Under her leadership, everyone marched forward in unison, heading towards the unknown battlefield. Their figures gradually disappeared in the morning light, leaving behind a trail of footprints, recording their determination.
Above Fairyland, the winds and clouds changed, signaling the imminent outbreak of a decisive battle that would determine the future of Fairyland.
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