Chapter 12

One by one, scenes appeared in Cai Xiaoxian's mind. Bu Li, drenched in blood, stood before her, shielding her from the wind and rain. After she was injured once, Bu Li cautiously avoided letting her enter the battle, shouldering all the pressure alone. His slender shoulders became as strong as a mountain amidst the storms.

But now, Bu Li was in grave danger, and Cai Xiaoxian could do nothing. She felt regret and hatred, hating how weak she was! A despair she had never felt before enveloped her mind, but she was powerless.

Bu Li's breath grew weaker, and the yellow-green vines had tightly entangled his body, leaving no gaps. Cai Xiaoxian wiped her eyes, wiping away her tears, and smiled.

A rainbow appeared in the sky, where the rain had left the pear blossoms glistening. Even the thick mist could not obscure Cai Xiaoxian's slightly immature yet breathtakingly beautiful face. Her resolve was set. Even if she was powerless, so what? She would follow Bu Li wherever he went. The Soul澜 Continent without Bu Li was destined to be lonely and solitary; she did not want to suffer alone.

After the rain, the rainbow, the beauty that could topple a nation, the beauty that could topple a city.

At this moment, a powerful aura suddenly appeared. Indeed, it was a powerful aura. With the arrival of this aura, the vines that were "devouring" Bu Li's consciousness began to soften, falling to the ground like they had been stripped of their bones, loosening around Bu Li and landing on the ground.

Bu Li felt a sense of familiarity with this aura. What was this? In a daze, Bu Li felt as if an invisible blade had cut through his soul, and the vast blankness in his memory began to stir, as if about to awaken.

He wanted to see what was happening, but the world was shrouded in increasingly thick mist, blocking out the sky and the sun, making everything unclear, even the vines at his feet were invisible.

The aura flowed, like a python darting out of the thick mist, heading straight for Bu Li. In the world, a fierce wind seemed to blow, whether from the powerful aura or the rapid movement of the air. Bu Li felt the air around him become extremely thin, unable to catch his breath no matter how hard he tried. But Bu Li's mind was completely focused, oblivious to his own safety. The overwhelming pressure that filled the world made Bu Li feel like a wanderer returning home. It was as if he had been wandering for many years, carrying his old bag, walking on the streets at dawn, everything was both familiar and strange. With each step, his feelings were peculiar. Carrying a weary body, the沧桑 of the previous night had long numbed him, in an unknown world.

Like a wanderer standing at the door of his home, looking at the faded street sign, he felt a sense of hesitation and fear of returning home.

Like a wanderer standing at the door of his home, looking at the now towering tree, his fingers gently brushing against the trunk, a familiar warmth flowing through his heart, the laughter and joy of the past seemed to echo in his ears.

Like a wanderer standing at the door of his home, after countless years of wandering, achieving nothing, alone and desolate, all that remained was the沧桑 of his travels and a calm, unrippled heart.

Like a wanderer standing at the door of his home, he dared not knock, for fear of bringing joy to his parents, now with white hair.

Like a wanderer who once soared between heaven and earth, but upon returning, had lost his former appearance.

The lost memories in Bu Li's mind now stirred, like a butterfly about to emerge from its cocoon, ready to spread its wings and fly between heaven and earth, farther than any dream.

In his heart, a lazy voice said, "Why are you still so weak!"

The voice was ancient and magical, with a tone that was calm yet carried a hint of playful mockery.

"Who are you?!"

"I am your grandpa!"

The voice seemed to have only wanted to curse Bu Li, and after saying that rough word, the world returned to silence. The white mist rose to the sky, obscuring everything, like a hazy nightmare. Bu Li stood there, at a loss.

Indeed, he was at a loss. Even with Bu Li's resilient nature, he was now in a daze and at a loss. Countless questions surged like a tide, and Bu Li forgot why he had entered this place. He only shouted in his heart, "Who am I! Where do I come from! Where am I going!"

The vines, like a thick python, coiled on the ground in several layers, the tip constantly extending and retracting, countless thorns converging to form a face, coiling around Bu Li, cautiously peering into the thick mist.

"Beast, to come here is a great opportunity you have cultivated, yet you dare to prey on your master!" The familiar voice echoed faintly in the mist, the pressure as substantial as a physical force, pressing down on the vines. The tough, yellow-green vines began to crack, like glass about to shatter.

"Who are you?!" The vines did not speak, but both Bu Li and Cai Xiaoxian felt as if they had really heard the vines "speak."

"Such an opportunity, I give you two choices. First, I can safely send you out, back to that mountain, living the same life day after day, never meeting again, and this opportunity will be lost. Second, become... become... hey, what's your name again?" The voice hesitated, asking.

"Me?" Bu Li was unsure if the voice was talking to him, and he asked tentatively.

"Damn! If not you, who else?" The voice cursed, saying. The voice was rough, cursing easily, but it was not unpleasant, a mix of laughter and anger, exuding a sense of charm.

"My name is Bu Li." Bu Li answered in a daze. Who was this voice? Why did it feel so familiar? Could it be related to the lost part of his memory? Bu Li didn't know, the more he thought, the more his head hurt, and he could not dispel the fog that clouded his memory.

"Become Bu Li's totem beast, and from now on, travel with Bu Li across the great rivers and mountains, seeing the vast landscapes. Perhaps you will have a chance at immortality, or perhaps you will be executed tomorrow."

"Will you be there?" The vines thought for a long time, asking tentatively. It was timid, as if the person in the mist made it extremely fearful, and that person was unpredictable, and if it said the wrong thing, it would be crushed to dust.

"Of course, I will be there." The voice in the mist said, with unwavering determination. The voice gradually faded, as if falling asleep, disappearing into the thick mist.

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