Yao Wan waved her hand and gave an unconscious soft hum. Then she turned around, and the indescribable weight that had been pressing on her heart eased a great deal, making her let out a breath of relief.
In that case, her original intention and ultimate goal in going to the Eight Emperors' Tomb had been perfectly accomplished.
As for the rest, whether it was the Crimson Emperor's Fire or the Soul Emperor's divine ability, to her, they had only ever been things she could take or leave.
As long as the Progenitor was safe and sound, that was enough.
Walking through this unfamiliar world, every familiar person and thing was as fragile and precious as candlelight.
And even if she was burned in order to keep that wisp of candlelight alive, it was still better than being swallowed by the cold, icy night.
"Yao Wan—Yao Wan. To the current me, this name really is both familiar and strange."
Behind Yao Wan, the Medicine Emperor called softly and could not help sighing. That also drew Yao Wan's unconscious glance back. The fine, curved lashes adorning her golden eyes trembled faintly, as though making such a move had already taken all the courage she could muster.
The instant their eyes met, Yao Wan seemed to realize something. She subconsciously pressed her cherry lips together and involuntarily let out a breath of stale air, like a sigh.
"Can you completely inherit the memories from both sides?"
Narrowing her pretty golden eyes slightly, Yao Wan could not help asking.
"Of course. My remnant souls fused with each other, they did not devour one another. Naturally, there would be no such loss."
"...On the other hand, your recent mental state seems rather poor?"
"Ah?"
Yao Wan murmured unconsciously, only then realizing belatedly that her