Two Thousand Six Hundred and Seventy-Five People
Three days later, Star Luo City, night.
Yun Jingheng was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the room. The moonlight shone in from the window and fell on him, casting his shadow on the wall behind him, like a static, black paper-cut.
He had been sitting like this for a long time, so long that the moon outside the window moved from east to west, so long that the bowl of porridge he placed on the bedside table was completely cold.
His breathing was very light and slow, each inhalation was deeper than the previous one, and each exhalation was slower than the previous one.
The silvery white moonlight condensed around him. The light seemed to be pulled by something, pouring in through the window, bypassing the tables and chairs, bypassing the bed, bypassing all the debris in the room, and flowing into his body bit by bit.
That was the power of Yue Shen Godhood awakening. It was not absorbed by him on his own initiative. It was Godhood himself who was looking for him.
Yue Shen's Godhood has been waiting for too long.
Half has been sleeping in the divine body of Dragon Valley for tens of thousands of years, and the other half has been split in Moon Domain for tens of thousands of years.
The half of Godhood is awakening, slowly and irreversibly awakening in his body.
His awakening was not because of Yun Jingheng's meditation, but because His own time had come.
Yun Jingheng's eyelids moved.
His meditation was interrupted, not by a sound from the outside world, not by someone touching him, but because something inside him was touched.
He felt that coming from far, far away, from the direction of Moon Domain, from deep in the core where the white-haired God Servant was, where the beam of light was gushing out, was a more essential, more primitive force, like two magnets that had been separated for a long time finally sensing each other's existence.
The other half of the Godhead was calling him, those fragments in the Moon Realm, the half of the Godhead itself, the half of the Godhead that was suppressed, sealed, and trapped deep in the core of the Moon Realm by the Divine Attendant.
Yun Jingheng opened his eyes.
The moonlight fell into his pupils, dyeing his eyes silvery white. That was not the light of Soul Power, but the light of Godhood.
He stood up from the floor, walked to the window, opened the window, and the night wind poured in from the window, blowing his hair and clothes.
He closed his eyes and felt the direction of the call, which was the direction of Moon Domain.
He didn't know why he could feel it, he didn't know if it was the Godhood in his body that was guiding him or if he was being pulled by something, but he just knew it.
Yun Jingheng opened his eyes and his body floated up from the window sill.
The gravitational field unfolded around him, and an invisible halo enveloped his body, lifting him up into the night sky. There was no sound, no wind, no roar of Soul Power, only an almost silent rise as silent as water.
He rose above the hotel, to the height of the treetops, to a height beyond the reach of city lights, and then he paused.
He turned back and looked at the hotel, the building where he had stayed for three days, with scattered lights on, at the window he had just left, and at the curtains swaying gently in the night wind.
He withdrew his gaze and flew out in the direction of Moon Domain.
He didn't see that the moment he flew out, several windows in the hotel lit up at the same time.
When Yun Ming sat up from the bed, Ya Li was already standing in front of the window.
She didn't change clothes, she was still wearing the white nightgown. The moonlight shone on her body, outlining her silhouette with a silvery white edge.
Her hair was loose and untied. When the night wind blew in, her hair floated up and covered half of her face.
She pressed her hand on the window sill, her fingertips turning slightly white.
Yun Ming walked behind her and stretched out his hand to push her hair to one side.
"He's gone." Ya Li's voice was very soft, so soft that it seemed like it would be blown away by the night wind.
Yun Ming said nothing.
He looked at the silvery-white light spot getting farther and farther outside the window, watching it change from a star to a blurry halo, and from a halo to an almost invisible point.
His fingers slipped from Ya Li's hair and hung by his side, "I know."
Ya Li turned around and looked at him, looking at his face that looked particularly cold in the moonlight.
She looked at it for a long time, then stretched out her hand to straighten the crooked strap on his collar.
"I'll bring him back." Yun Ming looked at her without speaking.
He lowered his head and touched her forehead lightly, then turned and walked towards the door.
Ya Li stood there, watching his back disappear from the door.
She didn't follow.
In the corridor, Cai Yue'er was leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest, and his long silver-white hair fluttering slightly in the night wind.
The long white dress glowed coldly in the moonlight.
Her Martial Soul has been released, and the white moonlight slowly flows around her, illuminating the entire corridor as bright as day.
She watched Yun Ming walk out of the room and looked at his face that looked particularly cold in the moonlight.
"Let's go." Yun Ming walked past her.
Cai Yue'er followed him.
The two people walked in the corridor one behind the other, walking fast but not in a hurry.
The moonlight shines in through the window and falls on the two people, casting their shadows on the ground and overlapping them.
At the end of the corridor, Zhuo Shi stood there.
The crimson Soul Power was looming on his body, like a thin layer of flame that could burn at any time.
He looked at Yun Ming walking over and looked at his face that looked particularly cold in the moonlight.
"Pavilion Master." Zhuo Shi's voice was hoarse and deep.
"Let's go."
Zhuo Shi followed him.
The three of them walked in front of each other, walked through the corridor, walked through the stairs, and walked through the hotel lobby.
When the night shift waiter in the lobby saw them, the cup in his hand almost dropped to the floor.
He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.
He just stood there, watching the three people walk out of the hotel door and walked into Yeyue.
Leng Yaozhu is sitting on the steps in front of the hotel.
"Leng Tower Pillar?" Wu Zhangkong's voice came from behind.
Leng Yaozhu stood up and patted the dust on her skirt, turned around and looked at Wu Zhangkong.
"Are you healed?" Leng Yaozhu looked at him.
Wu Zhangkong said nothing.
"Yes, you...?"
"My good apprentice asked me to help the little guy."
Wu Zhangkong nodded, Yun Ming looked at her, "Thank you."
"No need."
Star Luo City beijiao, Maple Leaf Forest.
Zhao Yu'an stood on the edge of Maple Leaf Forest. The moonlight shone on him, casting his shadow on the ground, very long.
He had been standing here for so long that the dew wet his shoes and trousers.
He held the folded papers in his hands. The papers were soaked with sweat from his hands, the corners were rolled up, and the ink marks in some places were blurred.
He lowered his head and looked at the papers for a long time.
"He's here." Su Qian's voice came from behind.
Zhao Yu'an raised his head and saw a silver-white light spot in the night sky approaching quickly.
The light spot is getting closer and closer, getting brighter and brighter, turning from a star into a halo, and from a halo into a human figure.
Zhao Yu'an looked at that figure for a long time, then lowered his head and looked at the soaked papers in his hand, slowly folded them, put them in his arms, and patted them to make sure they would not fall out.
Su Qian came out of the woods and stood beside him.
She had already changed into her combat uniform, and her dark blue uniform shone coldly in the moonlight.
She was holding the black bag in her hand. The bag was very old, the corners had been worn white, and there were several stitching marks on the handle.
She hugged the bag tightly in her arms, "I have everything."
Zhao Yu'an nodded.
A few more people walked out of the woods.
Yi Tiezhu was walking in the front. His arm was still wrapped in a bandage. The bandage had been replaced with a new one and was wrapped tightly and neatly.
He held a long knife in his hand. The blade was very wide and heavy, and it glowed dimly in the moonlight.
His steps were heavy, and each step was very solid, making a rustling sound on the dry maple leaves.
Wang Tiangu followed him, holding the notebook in his arms, which had already been turned to the last page.
The page was filled with names, densely packed, row by row, column by column. He lowered his head and looked at the names for a long time.
Yun Biechen and Yun Zhishui walked out side by side, their hands clasped together tightly.
Yun Biechen's moon-white robe glowed faintly in the moonlight, and the ancient jade pendant around her waist swayed gently.
Yun Zhishui's plain white dress fluttered in the night wind. The moon hairpin was pinned to her ear, and the moonlight shone on it, reflecting tiny spots of light.
Zheng Yongkang was walking at the back, with a bandage still wrapped around his finger, and dark red blood oozing out from under the bandage.
His hands were in his trouser pockets, and his posture was as casual as if he was visiting the vegetable market.
But his eyes were not random. There was light in those eyes, very bright and heavy, as if they were burning.
Chen Jingcheng came from the other side of the woods, holding a lamp in his hand.
The lamp was old and the glass cover had a crack running from top to bottom.
The light leaked out from the cracks, casting a thin, bright light on the ground. She walked to Su Qian, stopped and handed her the light.
Su Qian took the lamp and held it up. The light shone on her face, making her face half bright and half dark.
Zhao Yu'an looked at those people for a long time.
Then he turned around and faced the falling silvery white spot in the night sky.
His lips moved several times, trying to say something, but no sound came out.
Yun Jingheng landed on the edge of Maple Leaf Forest, stepping on the dry maple leaves and making a soft sound.
He looked at those people, Zhao Yu'an, Su Qian, Yi Tiezhu, Wang Tiangu, Yun Biechen, Yun Zhishui, Zheng Yongkang, Chen Jingcheng.
The moonlight shone on them, casting their shadows on the ground, overlapping each other, like the roots of a tree, digging deeply into the land. He looked at them for a long time, and then smiled.
"They're all here."
Zhao Yu'an looked at his face that looked particularly pale in the moonlight, at his eyes dyed silvery-white by the moonlight, and at the slightly curved corners of his mouth.
His eyes turned red, "You promised us."
"I remember."
Zhao Yu'an looked behind Yun Jingheng, "They are also on the way, 2675 people, all of us."