Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl

Everyone looked up, a light igniting in their eyes.

The darkness faded, and light returned.

Above the azure-swept sky, the sun was dazzling, and the flowing clouds shifted with the wind.

White birds soared upwards, like a grand and majestic dance.

Xie Linyuan raised his hand, catching a drifting peach blossom petal, whispering softly, "The daylight... it's so beautiful."

Three hundred years ago, he had never seen the daylight until his death.

Now, this daylight finally shone upon him.

So, he had no more regrets.

"We won!" someone shouted excitedly, "We won!"

The second Battle of Ten Thousand Armies, Shenzhou won.

With minimal casualties, they achieved absolute victory.

Except for the three chief commanders, all the invaders were killed by them.

Just like three hundred years ago when these invaders flooded into Shenzhou, cruelly slaughtering the soldiers and civilians.

Yet, they all knew that as soon as the gunfire erupted, there were no true victors.

Once war begins, everyone is a loser.

Even though they won, the past wounds were real and could not be erased.

"Yes—" Ye Wanlan smiled kindly, "We won."

The national hatred and family feud of three hundred years ago were avenged, but those soldiers and civilians who perished could never come back.

Shenzhou must always remember the year 1723, never to forget.

"Everyone..." Looking at the million spirits before her, Ye Wanlan softly said, "Rest in peace, we have protected Shenzhou, you can also go in peace."

After she spoke, she sat down, placing the Primordial Lost Sound Zither on her lap.

Gentle, soft zither sounds flowed from her fingertips, like a babbling brook, or spring breeze brushing the face.

Beside her, Yan Tingfeng also picked up the long flute, brought it to his lips, and gently played, harmonizing with the zither's sound.

Lin Fanyin recognized the familiar melody, it was originally a zither piece—"Sending You Home."

Whenever a war ended, the Heavenly Sound Sect would play this tune, to bid farewell to the fallen soldiers.

With the addition of flute sounds, it became even more prolonged.

In the wind, someone sang softly to the music of the zither and flute.

"The war drums have ceased, the beacon fires are extinguished."

"Comrades, your loyal bones, should return to the netherworld."

"Sheath your weapons, quell your battle spirit."

"The blood-stained history, souls return to the homeland."

"The Netherworld Path opens, cross the River of Forgetfulness."

"Though there's no return from this journey, leaving the green hills to bury heroic souls."

Penglai Magic, Ten Thousand Bones Soul Calming Spell!

"Buzz—"

The space vibrated, and the rift reopened.

These million spirits summoned back to Shenzhou were finally going back.

Sending off souls is easy, but letting go of obsessions is hard.

But the enemy was dead, Shenzhou remained, and the obsession suppressed for three hundred years finally vanished.

With the obsession gone, these trapped spirits could finally reincarnate.

Yet, just before stepping onto the Netherworld Path, the million spirits turned, cupped their fists, and bowed distantly in the direction of Ye Wanlan.

Ye Wanlan also cupped her fists, bowing in return, "Farewell to all of you."

"Swish, swish—"

The spirits entered the rift one after another, then disappeared.

In just a moment, they had all left.

The rift closed, scattering sunlight.

As the music ended, Ye Wanlan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She leaned against a tree, closed her eyes to rest, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Yue Zheng spoke, "Your Highness she..."

"Xiao Lan is too tired." Yan Tingfeng squatted down, "I'll stay here with her. You deal with the bodies, and later we need to interrogate those three."

Yue Zheng nodded, "Yes."

Ye Wanlan slept for three days and nights.

When she awoke, it was early morning, warm but not blinding sunlight filtered through the windows, falling on the edge of the bed like a layer of golden light.

Ye Wanlan raised her hand, sunlight danced on her fingertips.

Though she had slain every enemy, she still felt somewhat unreal.

As if all of this was just a dream, and upon waking, she would face a war-torn Shenzhou Land Continent.

"Xiao Lan." The door was knocked, "How are you?"

Ye Wanlan gathered her thoughts, got out of bed, and dressed.

She opened the door, and a tall, upright man stood there, looking at her with deep concern.

Not a dream.

It's real.

"Prince Brother." Ye Wanlan hugged him, whispering, "It's been so long, I haven't had a proper look at you, I've always been afraid... afraid that once I open my eyes, all of you will be gone, leaving only me."

He Jia was slightly taken aback.

Indeed, ever since he regained consciousness and awoke, he faced a battle with the Cangyuan Great Priest.

And after that, though he was sent back to Shenzhou by Ye Wanlan for a moment's rest, his sister still found herself constantly traveling to and from Atlantis, never stopping for a moment.