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Danxue Mountain has been burning for three days and three nights. The cultivators of Immortal sect, led by the Lan Family, and many other wandering cultivators have been battling the flames for three days and three nights. However, this fire is extremely strange. If it is not continuously covered with water, the extinguished flames will reignite.
Although Danxue Mountain is just a small peak, there are not many cultivators who can control water. Apart from the disciples of the Lan Family who have learned water and rain symbols from Wei Wuxian, others can only manually transport water from nearby streams and rivers. Fortunately, when Nie Huisang arrived, he also called upon all affiliated families, and the affiliated families of the Lan Family also came under the direct order of Lan Xichen. Despite such a large amount of manpower working in shifts, the fire on Danxue Mountain has not weakened in the slightest.
"Wangji, take a rest and let your brother take over."
"Brother, I can hold on."
"You haven't slept for three days. How can you possibly hold on? If you collapse, who else can save Wuxian?"
Wei Wuxian has always been Lan Wangji's weakness. Lan Xichen knows that as long as he mentions Wei Wuxian, his stubborn younger brother will definitely listen.
After much consideration, Lan Wangji withdrew the spiritual power formation that was suppressing the fire, and Lan Xichen took over. In the cultivation world, only Lan Xichen could match Lan Wangji in continuously outputting spiritual power while also diverting some of his attention to absorb additional spiritual power to sustain the formation.
"Lord Hanguang!"
"Sizhui? How are things on your end?"
Lan Sizhui has never felt so powerless before. He regrets his lack of strength, unable to rescue his Brother Xian. Even offering help seems to be of little use.
"No need to blame yourself for nothing. We will save Wei Ying."
"Okay!"
"Any injuries?"
"No, Lord Hanguang, don't worry."
Lan Wangji was truly exhausted. He glanced at the endless mountain fire, suppressed his anxiety and fear, and slowly walked to the nearby grassland, sitting down cross-legged. He only allowed himself an hour of rest.
At this moment, the situation in the lava cave in the mountains is still at a stalemate. The towering central peak has long since disappeared, leaving only the broken stone disc.
Wei Wuxian's robe is tattered, covered in wounds. Three deep wounds on his back reveal the spine, covered in thick, dark red scabs, clearly inflicted by sharp claws. His body is adorned with talismans and magical tools, all used up, and even his Qiankun pouch has accidentally fallen into the magma.
Fortunately, Big Bird did not gain the upper hand either. Driven by the ghost path, the fierce ghost bone spirit gnawed at him, leaving him covered in lacerations. A large piece of flesh was even torn off his left leg, and the wounds showed signs of decay under the high-temperature stimulation of the lava.
Big Bird, who was almost exhausted, was standing on the stone platform, constantly staring at Wei Wuxian with his bloodshot eyes. The escape passage had been sealed by it with magma three days ago, leaving Wei Wuxian with nowhere to run. Its only goal was to kill Wei Wuxian and avenge its deceased partner.
Wei Wuxian Leaning against a stone wall in the cave, the exhaustion on his face was evident. What was even more perilous was that he hadn't had a drop of water or a grain of rice for three days, and he really couldn't hold on much longer.
Wei Wuxian OS: (Lan Zhan......Lan Zhan.......Lan Zhan......)
He could only silently repeat Lan Wangji's name over and over again, only in this way could he continue to support himself. He had already made Lan Wangji wait for him once, he couldn't let Lan Wangji suffer the pain of losing him again.
This Big Bird was obviously much stronger than the one they had previously dealt with. In three days of fighting, they had not been able to get close to its back. If they couldn't destroy the black crystal, they wouldn't be able to get rid of it. If this crazed monster were to escape, it would undoubtedly lead to unimaginable and terrible consequences. He, Wei Wuxian, absolutely could not allow such a thing to happen.
At this moment, Wei Wuxian suddenly discovered that every certain distance at the bottom of the stone stake was embedded with a ring buckle, made of an unknown special material. Moreover, the shape of the embedded part seemed to have a rotating mechanism. Estimating the distance between the ring buckles, there should be a total of eight ring buckles around the stone stake, and their arrangement looked just like the Bagua.
Bagua? Right! Wei Wuxian remembered that Lan Wangji had once told him about an ancient suppression formation, which was based on the Bagua formation. Coupled with the polarities of yin and yang, even ancient ferocious beasts would find it difficult to break free.
Rumor has it that the Eight Trigrams Yin Yang formation must be made with the essence stone of meteoric iron that has been around for ten thousand years. However, meteoric iron essence stones are rare and come from beyond this world, let alone ones that are ten thousand years old. Could it be that those buckles are made of ten-thousand-year-old meteoric iron essence stones? If so, this place should be where these two evil beasts are suppressed.
Wei Wuxian remembers that in order to activate the Eight Trigrams Yin Yang formation, the target must first be trapped within the Eight Trigrams formation, and then the Yin Yang formation must be applied to link the two formations together, thereby harnessing the power of heaven and earth to suppress the target. However, since this formation has been lost for a long time, the ancient texts only contain a few brief sentences that Lan Wangji told him, and no one knows the specific operation.
Staring at the ring buckle for a while, Wei Wuxian speculated that the ring buckle was probably used to lock Big Bird onto the stone slab, with the eight ring buckles corresponding to the eight natural positions—Tian Di Qi - Heaven and Earth Initiate, Shan Zesheng, the succession between water, fire, wind, and thunder. According to this order, it would be Qian, Kun, Gen, Dui, Kan, Li, Xun, Zhen. If the ring buckles were turned in sequence, it should be able to activate the Eight Trigrams Formation. (Fabricated! Fabricated! Fabricated!)
As for the Yin Yang Formation... Yin Yang Formation... utmost Yin and utmost Yang... A large bubble of fire burst out from the molten lava below, opening up a new train of thought for Wei Wuxian. It is said that the magma at the earth's core represents Yang, and the molten lava could serve as the anode of the Yin Yang Formation, and as for the cathode, isn't he himself the utmost Yin? However, all his speculations about the Eight Trigrams Yin Yang Formation were his own, and he didn't know if they would succeed. Even if they did, could he make it out alive?
"Roar!" Big Bird had stored up a certain amount of energy and launched an attack on Wei Wuxian without warning, leaving Wei Wuxian with no possibility of hesitation. With no other options, he could only take a risk.
He channeled his resentment into his feet, sprinting along the rock wall, drawing Big Bird into a relentless pursuit. Seizing the opportunity when Big Bird spat out a dark purple light ball to attack him, he leaped back and forth between the walkway and the stone slabs. With each jump, he smoothly rotated a buckle.
The initial plan went very smoothly, but when Wei Wuxian reached the sixth ring, Big Bird seemed to sense his plan and changed its flight direction, soaring up and then diving in front of him. In a moment of desperation, Wei Wuxian stirred up resentment and sprinkled magma towards Big Bird, narrowly avoiding a direct attack. He then used the rock wall as a foothold to jump onto the stone platform, and just as Big Bird was about to turn back, he simultaneously turned the last two rings.
"Why is there no response! Damn it!"
When Wei Wuxian was about to confront the enemy at the cost of severe injury, Big Bird had just flown directly above the stone platform when it was suddenly restrained by eight automatically flying chains, crossing and locking it onto the stone platform. Its beak was even shaken to the point of bleeding gold. It seemed that this incident had triggered some unpleasant memories for Big Bird, as it began to struggle desperately. However, the more it struggled, the tighter the chains became, causing it even more pain.
Seizing the opportunity, Wei Wuxian stood in mid-air, playing the soul-calming melody on his flute. In an instant, his already scorching appearance began to surge even more fiercely under the agitation of the fierce spirits, releasing a scorching fiery aura. The next moment, the tune of the flute abruptly changed from fierce and resolute to melodious and gentle, the very tune that had accompanied him through two lifetimes, Wangxian.
As the music progresses, Wei Wuxian exudes more and more resentment, and at the same time, he also transforms the accumulated resentment and deathly energy in the cave into pure Yin energy.
If you ask who can empathize with Wei Wuxian's fear, in this world, only Lan Wangji can.
At the first sound of the Wangxian melody, the resting Lan Wangji abruptly opened his eyes. At first, he thought he had misheard, but as more and more people heard the flute music, Lan Wangji became convinced of the fact that Wei Wuxian was still alive.
"The fire is getting smaller! The lava is starting to cool!"
"The fire can be extinguished and will not rise again!"
This is undoubtedly the most heartening news in the past three days!
Lan Wangji shouted "retreat" loudly, and after everyone left, he transformed into the guqin, using the String Killing Technique to immediately extinguish a fire over ten zhang in size. Lan Sizhui also took the opportunity to throw three water talismans, timely cooling the lava and successfully opening up an opening.
"Elder brother!"
"Good!"
the Lan The tacit understanding of the two brothers for more than thirty years goes without saying. Although Lan Xichen does not often play the qin, he still has one. The two brothers joined forces, and the power of the string-killing technique flew out like rain. The younger generation of the Lan Family attacked with water symbols and rain symbols, pushing forward. Other cultivators carried water to the sides to avoid the resurgence of the fire and the situation of being attacked from both sides.
Rescue is getting closer step by step, but Wei Wuxian is not doing well.
Even though in the past, whether in Potter's Field or in the nightless city, he had never called upon so much resentment at once. And this time, he even converted all the resentment and death energy into pure Yin energy. For him, who is already covered in wounds, this is undoubtedly the last straw.
At the critical moment of suppressing the formation, he cannot slack off. If he fails, not only will he die, but countless cultivators and common people may also die. He couldn't help but think of his parents. Back then, didn't his parents sacrifice their lives to eliminate the ferocious beasts?
"Heh, it seems that dying for the greater good, dying for peace, is the destiny of our the Wei Family. Lan Zhan..."
Wei Wuxian doesn't know if he can survive this ordeal. If he can't, he hopes that the heavens will grant him a chance to become a guardian spirit, to forever accompany Lan Wangji.
Finally, feeling that all the resentment in the cave had dissipated, and that the resentment stored in his body and in the Stygian Tiger Amulet had been fully utilized, Wei Wuxian stopped. Now, there was only one last question: how should he set up the Yin-Yang Formation?
"Roar~ Roar~!" Under the fierce and agonizing roar, Big Bird erupted with its full primal power, and the black crystal on its back completely merged into its body, causing the chains to loosen slightly in its violent struggle. Danxue Mountain was its nest, connected to its primal power, causing the entire mountain to start shaking, with rocks falling from the cave walls.
Unexpectedly, amidst the shaking and falling rocks, a buried stone tablet was revealed on the wall, with sixteen words inscribed on it—【Eight Trigrams Yin Yang｜Natural laws｜putting it in a desperate situation｜rebirth through fire】.
"Eight Trigrams Yin Yang, Natural laws, putting it in a desperate situation, rebirth through fire... putting it in a desperate situation, rebirth through fire... rebirth through fire..."
Wei Wuxian repeated these sixteen words over and over, finally focusing on the latter half.
Wei Wuxian OS: (Could it be that they want to...?)
The Yin-Yang formation is slow to activate, and the chains of the Eight Trigrams formation are struggling to contain the fierce beast. When Wei Wuxian sees the creature's entire body erupting with a dark purple lightning, he knows that there is no time left to consider.
"Chen Qing, remember to go find Lan Zhan, okay?"
(The buzzing noise indicated disagreement with Wei Wuxian's decision)
"Be obedient, trust me, I will come back."
A red light flashed, and Wei Wuxian knew that Chen Qing had agreed. He carefully touched the flute body, then threw it high up, wearing his usual carefree smile on his face.
"Lan Zhan! Wait for me!"
Immediately, without any hesitation, Wei Wuxian dove down and simultaneously detonated his own core.
Wei Wuxian's "Lan Zhan, wait for me" resounded through the sky, and everyone at Danxue Mountain heard it. Lan Wangji, who had just cleared the way to the cave entrance, felt a certain string in his heart snap immediately. He was the person who understood Wei Wuxian the best, and it was clear that this call was infused with a determination to face death.
"Wei Ying!!!"
As Lan Wangji was about to rush into the fire regardless, Lan Xichen was about to stop him, but then a red light came rushing towards them, and it wasn't until it stopped in front of Lan Wangji that everyone recognized it as the famous demonic cultivator's weapon - Chenqingdi.
"Chenqing..."
Lan Wangji's trembling hands dared not take over Chenqing. He knew what this meant, but was unwilling to believe it. His heart was already connected to Wei Wuxian, and they had reached the point of mutual recognition of spiritual devices. If one person died, the device would automatically seek out another person. Chenqing would never leave Wei Wuxian on its own, so the only possible reason for it to come looking for him now was one.
"No! It can't be! It can't be! Wei Ying, I have to go find Wei Ying!"
"Wangji, calm down! We can't confirm Wuxian's situation yet. Don't act impulsively!"
"Brother! Let go!"
"Wangji!"
"Bang! Clang! Bang!" The shocking firelight broke through the mountaintop, as if to burn down the sky. Immediately after, the earth shook, the wind whipped up the remaining clouds, and thunder and lightning intertwined. Countless fiery boulders fell from the sky, as people swung their swords to shatter the stones and set up protective barriers, but many still got injured.
In Lan Wangji's eyes, these injuries were nothing at all. At this moment, he only had one belief, and that was to find Wei Wuxian! To live together, to die together, it was the promise they had made.
"Wangji, hurry! The mountain is collapsing!"
"I must go find Wei Ying!"
"Wangji, don't act on impulse! If something happens to you, how will Wuxian manage! Trust your brother, he will find a way to locate Wuxian! Wuxian will be fine."
Tears filled Lan Wangji's eyes. Reluctant to leave, but knowing that Lan Xichen was right, he couldn't take unnecessary risks without any assurance. Moreover, Sizhui was still by his side, and he couldn't let Sizhui be in danger.
"Sword out!"
In an instant, hundreds of cultivators rose into the sky above Danxue Mountain, all looking down at the sea of fire below. As the mountain collapsed bit by bit, they discovered that Danxue Mountain was actually hollow, with an underground connection to a lava pool. Strangely, in the lava pool, there was a large broken stone disc entwined with several chains, with a pile of ashes in the middle.
"Senior Wei? Where is Senior Wei? This lava pool is where we saved people just now! Senior Wei!"
The heart of Lan Jingyi actually holds an answer, but he refuses to face that answer, vainly hoping to find Wei Wuxian's trace in the sea of lava.
The words are always pale, actions are the most effective way. With the guqin hanging in front of him, Lan Wangji used the String Killing Technique as if he had gone mad, cutting his fingertips and refusing to stop. Although the fire had weakened, the lava pool remained unharmed, showing no signs of cooling down.
Lan Wangji OS: (Wei Ying... where are you... come out quickly, don't leave me...)
the guqin The more it is played, the more resounding it becomes, and the power of the String Killing Technique grows stronger with each passing moment. It is clear that Lan Wangji's spiritual power is about to be depleted. Suddenly, a finger emerges from the pile of ashes on the stone plate, catching the attention of the 200% focused Lan Jingyi.
"Lord Hanguang! Look!"
"Wei Ying!"
Lan Wangji flew down on his sword, and Lan Xichen quickly conjured an ice formation to protect him. Seeing this, disciples of the Lan Family also concentrated water and rain symbols around Lan Wangji to prevent the lava and flames from harming him.
"Wei Ying! Wei Ying!"
Lan Wangji scraped away the dirty ashes a few times, but was shocked by what he saw, and then couldn't help but feel heartache. It was no wonder, Wei Wuxian's entire body was burned with no good skin left, it could be described as a bloody mess.
No breathing, no pulse, no heartbeat.
"Wei Ying... open your eyes and look at me... look at me, okay... Wei Ying..." (sobbing)
Lan Wangji covered Wei Wuxian with his outer robe, and bent down to look at the unrecognizable face that had been burned. He looked as if he had been torn apart by a thousand knives. He couldn't protect Wei Wuxian, so heaven punished him, making him lose Wei Wuxian once again. He only felt that his soul had been taken away, and there was no one in the world to call him "Second Brother Lan" again, and he would never hear that voice again...
"Lan... Zhan..."
"Wei Ying!!!"
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