After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight – Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Siblings Reunited

As soon as Ma Huaizhen gave the order, in less than half a second, a group of elite warriors quickly assembled on the icy plains. Led by Cen Zicheng and other elders, they rushed towards the spatial rift.

At this point in the story, after witnessing the terrible scene in the demon realm, a group of cultivators couldn't sit idly anymore. They watched helplessly as Qiao Wan and the others went towards their deaths.

"Go... go support Qiao Wan and bring them back!" They made up their minds and threw out their magical tools, rushing towards the space fissure.

Before they could reach the large crack, over a thousand elite soldiers were "bounced" back from the crack in the sky in the blink of an eye!!!

Someone in the crowd cried out, "We can't hold on any longer! The sky has closed!"

Cen Zicheng stumbled back a step, looking extremely worried as he gazed up at the sky.

Ma Huaizhen paused for a moment, his face turning serious. Without saying a word, he lifted his hand and struck his wheelchair, releasing a burst of energy that shot towards the sky.

In an instant, the energy was also "bounced" out as it entered the crack, falling back onto the icy plain and creating a large crater.

As Ma Huaizhen looked closely, his face turned pale.

Gongsun Bingzi was surprised when she saw the other cultivators throwing their magical tools at the crack. But instead of going through, the tools were all bounced back with bright lights.

Before she could figure out what was happening, she saw Zhou Yan frowning and saying, "Everyone, we can't hold on much longer."

For three whole days and nights, the thousands of sword cultivators had been opening this crack. They were now exhausted, drenched in sweat, which instantly froze in the icy wind of the tundra. They looked like candied fruit covered in layers of ice, swaying and unable to hold on any longer.

"It's... the Primordial." Qi Feidao said absent-mindedly as he watched this scene.

He remembered.

Before the man died, he raised his hand and made a gesture. With a flash of light, he extinguished this spatial crack himself.

"Can we open it again?" Ma Huaizhen quickly regained his composure and asked.

One of the sword cultivators held his sword with a pained smile and said, "I can do it, but I'll need at least a day of rest for my spiritual energy to recover before I can open it again."

Ma Huaizhen fell silent, his gaze fixed on the thousands of sword cultivators covered in frost in front of him. After a moment of silence, he spoke up, "Brothers, please hold on a little longer..."

Zhou Yan nodded and replied, "I understand."

They couldn't enter anymore. At this point, they could only rely on Qiao Wan and the others to withdraw on their own before the sky closed.

Meanwhile, Xie Xingzhi and his group received a message from the North suggesting, "The spatial fissure is collapsing. Return immediately, urgently."

While Xie Xingzhi and his companions were searching for Qiao Wan, they received this message. Xie Xingzhi tightened his grip on the jade slip and glanced at Qiao Wan, who was standing among the withered grass.

Fang Lingqing whispered, "What... what should we do? Should we go up?"

They had just witnessed everything... Thinking about the actions of Venerable One Miaofa before his death, Fang Lingqing couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, along with lingering doubts.

"What is Qiao Wan's relationship with Venerable One?"

Pei Chunzheng stared intensely in that direction, silent.

Chu Tongzheng pondered, "Shouldn't we try to persuade them?"

"No need," Lu Pihan interrupted the conversation, looking at Qiao Wan. He coughed and said, "She is ready."

Clearly receiving the message, Qiao Wan composed herself and calmly placed Miaofa's body into a storage bag. Gripping Wen Si Xing Zhu Sword, she quickly charged forward.

"Let's go."

He had some interaction with Lu Cixian and Qiao Wan, not too much and not too little. When Qiao Wan approached, Xie Xingzhi hesitated for a moment and said, "Take care."

Qiao Wan paused, nodded, and replied, "I know."

Xiao Boyang, somewhat worried, furrowed his brow and lightly tapped her, "Qiao Wan, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Qiao Wan's expression remained calm. "Whether I'm okay or not, let's retreat first and then we can talk."

Qiao Wan did not want her personal emotions to affect her teammates, nor did she want her father and seniors' sacrifices to be in vain.

The group hastily returned to the remaining remnants and quickly counted the number of people.

It was fortunate that they died in the demon realm.

But what about those whose fates were unknown?

Qiao Wan clenched her fists and took a deep breath, saying, "Let's go."

They didn't have time to search for their missing teammates anymore. The priority was to teleport the living out.

The outside support couldn't get in, and their original evacuation plan was scrapped. The group had to squeeze together with the remaining flying devices and make their way to the crack in the sky.

The sunset reflected in front of them, sprinkling over the people. The fiery red horizon was getting closer and closer.

Hope for survival was right in front of them. After experiencing such a close brush with death and facing the pressure from Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan, they could finally return to the Northern Realm. Even Xie Xingzhi and Lu Pihan couldn't help but show a little relief on their faces.

In the sky, the reflection of these young monks could be seen. They were covered in blood, with torn clothes and tired expressions on their faces.

Ma Huaizhen couldn't help but push his wheelchair forward, a look of joy on his face.

Just as the flying artifact was about to pass through the space crack, he shouted loudly for others to get ready to catch it.

Something strange was happening!

Qiao Wan and the others felt as if the flying artifact beneath them had crashed into a stiff wall. There was a loud bang and it kept shaking.

Qiao Wan was so shocked that she held onto the edge of the boat and looked up.

"What's going on?!" Angry shouts immediately filled the air.

"We can't go through! The flying artifact can't go through!!"

The flying boat couldn't pass through the space crack, and that space crack was slowly closing!

In a hurry, everyone turned the boat around and tried to force their way through!

Boom!

The front of the boat once again collided with the sky. Due to inertia, they almost couldn't stop and ended up falling over!

Qiao Wan, Xiao Boyang, and a few others were thrown together and they were all dizzy and disoriented.

Through a heavenly curtain, Ma Huaizhen, feeling very angry, released a burst of energy to try and forcefully open the crack in space.

Cen Zicheng quickly followed suit, imitating the actions.

Inside the demon realm, Qiao Wan and the others steadied themselves and immediately cooperated.

Both sides, working together, tried their best to break open the crack in the sky.

Thousands, even tens of thousands, of lights struck the crack, but they all bounced back.

The crack in the sky remained undamaged, resembling a menacing grin from the heavens.

The cultivators on the flying boat were momentarily confused. The joy on their faces quickly faded as they wiped away the blood from their faces. Clutching the edge of the boat, they asked in a daze, "Are we... are we unable to leave?"

Ma Huaizhen swiftly responded with determination, transmitting a message through his bracelet, "Don't say that. We are currently trying to find a way to rescue everyone."

Once again, they tried to turn the flying boat around, but this time, luck was not on their side. The boat crashed violently and flipped over.

Qiao Wan and a few others clumsily fell off the boat like falling dumplings.

In a hurry, they quickly changed their positions in mid-air before landing.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion and stared at the message on the bracelet, feeling stunned for a moment.

Their hearts sank with disappointment, realizing that there was a high possibility they wouldn't be able to escape.

Just at that moment, they suddenly heard some noise from up ahead.

The booming noise echoed like thunder.

The ground shook, causing the thick layer of gravel to jump and bounce.

"Hold on," Chu Tongzheng said, her face changing as she raised her hand. "Listen, what's that?"

Xiao Boyang froze and looked up.

As soon as he looked up, he exclaimed, "Oh my goodness!"

In the distance, the red desert blended into the horizon.

On the horizon, countless monsters were coming towards us in a massive wave! They stretched across the horizon, like waves on the sea. From afar, they didn't seem terrifying, but as they got closer, we realized they were towering hundreds of feet high!

Everyone present had dealt with these monsters from the demon realm for many years, and their faces turned pale!

"It's a monster wave!"

"Everyone, retreat quickly!"

"Where is the flying boat? Everyone, get on the flying boat!"

As the monster wave approached, the ground shook, sand dunes collapsed, and the approaching dust storm created a scene of the end of the world!

However, just as we scrambled onto the flying boat, before we could even take off, the ship shook violently as if something was banging against it from the outside.

Qiao Wan's heart sank as she clung to the edge of the boat and took a look.

It was those flying monsters.

They were the first to attack, swarming around and attempting to knock the small boat out of the sky.

In the vast red sky, the spaceship was like a tiny lonely boat, floating on a whirlpool, spinning around.

The ship couldn't bear the weight anymore and with a "crack", it broke apart, finally splitting into four pieces.

Qiao Wan , Xiao Boyang , and Fang Lingqing all fell together in a mess.

Spitting out sand, everyone held their heads in pain and struggled to get up, sighing with mixed emotions as they looked at the strange tide not far away.

"Oh well, I finally understand today."

"It seems like the heavens want us to stay here."

"What's going on?"

"We can't escape now." Chu Tongzheng chuckled bitterly and reached into her pocket, pulling out a communication bracelet. Her slender fingers swiftly tapped out a few words.

"No need to come to our rescue, leader. We can't get out."

It's too late.

The strange tide is coming closer, but there's still a little time.

Qiao Wan turned her head and looked around. On the vast desert, there were hundreds of practitioners, both men and women. They were wearing tattered clothes and standing close to each other.

Some of them sat down in groups of two or three, while others were using communication jade bracelets to send messages. Some just stared blankly into the strange tide without doing anything.

Everyone was already tired, but they calmly watched the beast tide.

Someone asked, "Do you think this looks like the sea?"

Immediately, someone laughed and said, "It does resemble the sea. Speaking of which, I've never seen the sea before. I wasn't assigned to the southern front during the war. Taoist Friend Xie, can you describe what the sea looks like?"

Before facing their impending death, Xie Xingzhi paused for a moment, then smiled gently and softly, pursing his lips before relaxing them. "It's similar to this."

He also drew his heavy iron sword and placed it on his knee before sitting on the ground.

When facing death, it's inevitable to think about many things. In this situation, they couldn't help but discuss the things in their lives.

"I haven't confessed yet..."

"My parents must hate me."

Xie Xingzhi listened and fell silent for a moment. He ripped a piece of cloth from his Taoist robe and skillfully wrapped the sword hilt and his hand together.

"I haven't found my sister yet."

The news of Xie Xingzhi's search for his sister was known to everyone present.

"I heard that Taoist Friend Xie was tricked and stripped naked while searching for his sister."

As Xie Xingzhi recalled this humiliating incident, he called out the name with precision: "Lu Wan, a woman."

Qiao Wan shivered.

"Lu Wan?" someone immediately recognized the name. "Taoist Friend Qiao, didn't you mention this name before?"

Xie Xingzhi froze.

Lu Pihan glanced to the side.

Under the gaze of these two lost souls, Qiao Wan felt a barrage of emotions. She quickly and courteously performed a standard greeting.

"Sorry, Taoist Friend Xie, Lu Wan is... me..."

Well, there was no point in hiding it when death was imminent.

Xie Xingzhi. furrowed his brows in surprise as he stared at her. He never expected that Qiao Wan was actually Lu Cixian, and Lu Cixian was Lu Wan. These three identities had deceived him.

Qiao Wan remained silent.

Lone Sword Xie Xingzhi was known for his clear likes and dislikes and his strong hatred for evil. Although he had a tendency to hold grudges and even had the names of his enemies recorded in the Demon Killing Record, it no longer mattered in this situation.

So, Xie Xingzhi fell silent.

The atmosphere became slightly awkward. Someone clever immediately changed the subject and jokingly said, "Taoist Friend Xie, why don't you share with us? With so many people here, maybe someone has heard news about your sister?"

Xie Xingzhi hesitated for a moment, then calmly said, "I don't remember anymore."

He furrowed his brows. "All I remember is that my surname is Qiao, my original name is Qiao Zaoer, and I used to live in the Yueze Mansion in Dongshang Country."

It was there that he was taken as a disciple by Daoist Chisong.

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, as if struck by lightning.

Qiao Zaoer.

The Yueze Mansion in Dongshang Country.

The kind-hearted older brother who shed tears on the yellow soil.

"Wan'er! Wait for your older brother! Your older brother will definitely come back to find you!"

Xie Xingzhi, a man who has been constantly searching for a girl.

An unbelievable guess emerged in an instant.

Qiao Wan stood up abruptly, her face stiff.

"Thank you... Taoist Friend Xie."

Xie Xingzhi raised his eyes and furrowed his brows, "Lu... Taoist Friend Qiao?"

As soon as the words fell, a vague and indescribable feeling flashed through his mind like lightning.