Chapter 648 Never See You Again
Facing Ranran's departure, this was the first time that the saint felt the emotion called "reluctance" in her heart that was forged from solidification.
Reluctant to leave? Perhaps these four words can describe her current state of mind.
But no matter how reluctant you are, the time has come to say goodbye.
The saint took the initiative to speak, and even had a gentle smile on her face, "I think it's time to say goodbye."
Ran Ran nodded, "Yes, but I'm afraid the context of the word goodbye doesn't apply to our current situation."
The universe is vast, the sea of stars is endless, and given the short and rapid life of human beings, this separation will be the last time she sees the Saint in this life.
The Saint's eyelashes trembled slightly, "I will miss you very much, my...kind..."
Ranran opened her eyes wide. Now that she had regained all her memories, she realized how accurately the saint's word "same kind" was a summary of their relationship.
It was so correct that even the saint herself might not have realized it.
And this is exactly why Wu Ning sent her into this world.
To her, the saint is like a reflection of a parallel world.
Just as Ranran guessed, the last secret of the saint's identity is the most crucial key to unlock her memory.
The Saint is not a human being in the true sense, just as she is not a carbon-based life form as defined in her world.
Like the Saint, she is a collection of pure power.
There is even a tragic story behind the birth of both.
To describe the similarity between the two, one would use "another me in the world", but the saint is like her in another world.
In addition, there is one most important point in common, which should be the key that prompted Wu Ning to send her to this world - Zhongzhou is also a world without gods.
Ran Ran couldn't imagine what kind of hyena-like fight and bite would happen if Zhongzhou was discovered by the Cave of Terror consciousness. After all, the Blue Planet, which was not very powerful in the world, was enough to drive them crazy. If it was replaced by the powerful Zhongzhou...
What will happen next...
Ranran was also confused. How did Wu Ning discover Zhongzhou, where the situation was so special?
Even the Horror Cave Consciousness, which can travel between thousands of worlds, did not discover Zhongzhou, but Wu Ning did...
She couldn't figure it out, but she could understand it.
After all, Wu Ning had done what only the Kongdong consciousness could do - sending her to Zhongzhou.
The saint finally hugged Ranran.
It was a very tight and strong hug, almost dragging the saint into the nothingness emanating from her soul. Qin Siyi and Luo Jinghua were horrified, but they did not dare to disturb her, even their voices were suppressed.
The saint closed her eyes tightly, "Nice to meet you."
"The taste of your soul is just... so sad..."
The saint shed tears. "As a fellow human being and a friend, I really want to persuade you to stay. You will live well here, but I know you have things you must do no matter what..."
The saint slowly loosened her hand and looked at Ran Ran with her tear-soaked eyes, "Perhaps you can tell me your name?"
Ran Ran stood there for a long time and just shook his head, "Sorry."
She couldn't do it.
Qin Siyi almost lost her temper. "What's the big deal about saying a name? Without your help, she wouldn't be able to go home now!"
Luo Jinghua hurriedly pulled the person away and used the immobilization technique to force him to do so.
"...Okay." The Saint wiped the tears from her face, suppressed her sadness and smiled, "Goodbye, my fellow."
Ran Ran nodded, and then remained silent until the spirit completely faded and disappeared without giving any response.
There was silence in the cold air, with only the sound of snowflakes falling silently.
The whole world seemed to have not changed at all. Except for those who witnessed it, no one knew that a life had just disappeared silently from this world.
Luo Jinghua hesitantly released Qin Siyi's immobilization spell, "...Your Highness?"
"Is she gone?"
The saint burst into tears, and the two men stood not far behind her, at a loss as to what to do.
Qin Siyi didn't understand, "A heartless person who doesn't even want to tell her name is not worthy of the saint's sadness!" Luo Jinghua didn't refute, but just sighed and said, "If someone says that Your Highness is a heartless person who doesn't even want to give you a name, how would you respond?"
Qin Siyi said without hesitation: "I will let the white tiger bite off that man's neck!"
"So..." Luo Jinghua looked at the Saint with eyes full of heartache, "Now you should understand..."
Qin Siyi stood there in a daze for a while before closing his unwilling mouth.
Not long after, Shen Yanwen woke up slowly. When he opened his eyes, he saw the saint leaning over him and crying, with the corners of her eyes stained with a moist red color from her tears.
"Lady Saint!" He was shocked. "What happened?"
Shen Yanwen's memory stopped at the painful moment when Ranran's memory began to loosen. When Luo Jinghua told him what had happened, a trance-like look appeared on his face, just like Qin Siyi.
"You just left like that without even saying goodbye to me, your 'landlord'?"
The three of them were confused and asked, "What is a landlord?"
"Similar to the cave rentals we provide to city guests."
Luo Jinghua suddenly realized and asked curiously, "This is Shen..." Realizing that the person standing in front of him was Shen Yanwen, Luo Jinghua urgently asked, "Is that what the guy over there calls him?"
"Exactly."
"It makes sense indeed." Luo Jinghua had a reason. "The cave is called a house by ordinary people who don't practice cultivation, and the owner of the house is the landlord!"
In order to help the saint get out of her emotions as soon as possible, Qin Siyi was very supportive of Luo Jinghua at this moment, with a surprised smile on his face.
The Saint's attention was finally diverted after hearing this. She looked at Shen Yanwen with a pair of red eyes, "How did you know? Did she tell you?"
"Her soul is living in my body. Her thoughts and consciousness are like pages of a book exposed to the sunlight. They are all visible." Shen Yanwen explained with a stiff face, "I didn't mean to see these things. I just took a quick glance at them after I found them, and they were already engraved in my mind."
Luo Jinghua and Qin Siyi also listened nervously, fearing that the saint would think that Shen Yanwen's thoughts of spying on that person were an offense. After all, if such a situation happened to them, they would definitely consider it an offense.
The thoughts of the Saint, like the Saint herself, must not be offended!
Fortunately, the Saint did not dwell on such details, but just looked at Shen Yanwen expectantly, "What else do you know about her world?"
"People over there live in shiny little boxes. They are put together to form tall buildings that reach up into the sky. It's spectacular."
Qin Siyi saw that the Saint was fascinated by what she was saying, but he couldn't help curling his lips, "What's so strange about a building that reaches into the sky? We have so many of them in Zhongzhou."
"Which sect is not built on a high mountain, towering into the clouds?"
Shen Yanwen shook his head, "It's different. If you could see the scene that Ran Ran left in my mind, you would also be shocked."
"Besides, the people in that world are not like us cultivators who have the power to move mountains and fill the seas. Everything they have was created with their own hands."
The Saint did not miss the other key point in these words, "Ran Ran?"
"Yes, Ranran." Shen Yanwen smiled and said, "That's what the people in that world call her."
Qin Siyi was about to get angry for the Saint when he saw tears streaming down her cheeks again.
"Your Highness!"
The Saint just waved her hand, "It's okay, don't worry about me, I just suddenly realized..."
"Why would she say sorry?"
There was a long silence, and then the saint spoke again.
"Shen Yanwen?"
"exist."
"Would you like to stay with me and tell me more about that world?"
"..."
Shen Yanwen bowed to the saint.
“My heart longs for it.”
