Xingtetsu: You are not included in Elio's script!

Chapter 786

The light and shadow of the Fate Abyss had not yet completely dissipated, and Tibao was supporting Ti Ning, who was trembling slightly due to recalling his memories.

Lin Yu brought Xing through the door, followed by Aglaya and Xilian.

Just before, Xing agreed to this action and returned to Ohma, the Abyss of Destiny.

"Has everything been arranged at Ohma?" Tibao stepped forward, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the hairband left by Tian.

"Yes, Xiadie is guarding." Lin Yu nodded, "She said that next to Tian, the grass leaves always sway when there is no wind, as if they are waiting for someone."

Xing walked to the altar and raised his hand to press on the doorway. "The time anchor point of the Heavy Abyss is more stable than I expected. The power of Oronis still remains in the maze. The lock that Tinin mentioned before was actually made of the belief of 'towards tomorrow', which can just neutralize the backlash when going back."

Xi Lian took a step forward and said, "I have solved the puzzle."

Tianning recovered and said, "Back then, Tian always lay on the stone slab and said he wanted to go along to find his mother..."

"That's right." Xing's eyes flashed with certainty, "It contains Tian's purest obsession and is the bond between her past and present."

"Lin Yu, memory and destiny can penetrate time and space. When I open the rift, you will follow the trajectory and pull back her life mark."

Aglaya walked to the side of the crack and said, "I will stabilize the edge of the crack to prevent the turbid air from taking the opportunity to invade. Xilian, you must be ready to respond at any time. If turbulence occurs, use your ability to suppress it."

Xi Lian nodded, "Don't worry, I will protect what should be preserved."

Xing took a deep breath and turned to Lin Yu, "Remember, you can only act at the moment before she is devoured. That is the moment when her obsession is the deepest, and it is also the only node that can avoid backlash."

"Don't keep her waiting too long."

Lin Yu nodded, and the memory energy began to condense.

The doorway in the center of the altar suddenly widened, revealing a scene of Ohma.

Die was sitting next to Tian, holding the lamp in her hand. The light shone through the glass, casting a spot of light on the grass, like the silvery shallows her mother had described.

"It's begun." Xing's voice trembled slightly, and a crack suddenly appeared in the doorway, and a familiar wind rushed out, carrying the smell of Ohma sunshine.

On the other side of the gap, the light spot suddenly jumped violently, and Tian's figure gradually condensed in the golden light.

"Come with me." Lin Yu softened his voice, "Tibao is waiting for you."

When Tibao was mentioned, Tian'an's eyes lit up. He stretched out his hand hesitantly. The moment his fingertips touched Lin Yu, he was wrapped by a gentle force and slid towards Chongyuan along the gap.

"Pull!" Xing exerted force suddenly, and the light bridge vibrated violently.

Tibao stood at the edge of the safe zone, his nails almost digging into his palms, his eyes fixed on the gradually clearing image in the light gate.

That day, Tian pushed them into the door.

"Now!" Xing poured his own strength into the light gate without reservation, "Lin Yu! Stabilize Tian's vital signs!"

"Tian!" Tibao couldn't help but shout out, her voice trembling.

Tian in the picture seemed to sense something. He paused, looked back into the void, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, the black-robed man's sword attacked.

"Stop it!"

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the light gate trembled violently, and Xing's face instantly turned as pale as paper, "The crack is about to collapse! Lin Yu! Quick!"

Lin Yu closely connected Tian's vital signs. He could clearly feel that the weak heartbeat was accelerating, as if it was injected with new strength.

He clenched his teeth, poured more energy into it, and Tian's life trajectory began to emerge before his eyes.

Those unfulfilled wishes, those words hidden deep in the heart, came flooding in like a tide.

"Tibao said she wanted to teach me..."

“Want to try something new...”

"I don't want to die..."

"I know!"

"You won't die!"

In the light gate, Tian's body suddenly glowed faintly, and the place where the sword was supposed to pierce was pushed away by an invisible force!

The black-robed man's attack grazed the edge of her clothes and embedded into the cover behind her, making a harsh sound.

"Successful?" Tibao's voice trembled with disbelief.

Xing retracted his hand, and the ripples of the light gate began to shrink rapidly, "Quickly pull her out! There is only this moment!"

"Buzz!"

A second before the light gate completely collapsed, a figure was suddenly pulled out of the crack and fell heavily to the floor of the room.

It's Tian.

She was still wearing the dress she wore that day, with a frightened expression on her face, looking around blankly, "Where is this..?"

“Tian!” Tibao rushed over like crazy and hugged her, tears pouring out, “You’re not dead! You’re really not dead!”

Tian was dazed by the hug and subconsciously hugged her back, "Tibao, why are you crying? Am I fine?" Before he could finish his words, Tibao hugged him even tighter, as if he wanted to hold all the longing of the past three years into his arms.

Xing staggered back a step and was supported by Lin Yu. Her face was as pale as paper, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth. "Fortunately... we caught up." Her eyes dimmed a lot, and she was obviously exhausted.

Lin Yu supported Xing and looked at the scene that was lost and recovered in front of him, and suddenly understood.

Some regrets should not be accepted.

The so-called perfection may be to try your best to pull that important person back to your side from the cracks of fate.

Tian finally reacted, looked at Tibao's red eyes, looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, and asked in a low voice, "Tibao, did I...sleep for a long time?"

Tibao nodded vigorously, smiling and crying.

Those ties that were severed by the black tide, those promises that were covered in dust over the years, were finally tied together again in the belief of "towards tomorrow".

In the center of the altar, the Janus portal slowly dissipated, and the whispers gradually subsided, leaving only a faint "lullaby" coming from the depths of the portal, like their mother speaking.

"Look, you finally caught up with each other."

The wind blew from Ohma, carrying the smell of sunshine, brushing everyone's cheeks.

Tianing walked forward and gently ruffled Tian's hair. "I'm glad you're awake," her voice trembled with relief, "we all thought..." She didn't say the rest of the sentence, but was interrupted by Tian who tilted his head.

"Do you think I was killed? Actually, I grabbed a big wind grass, which carried me for a long time. When I landed, I didn't remember anything. I just knew to go to the light."

She pointed at the hem of her skirt, where there were a few dark red stains. "Just now, in the gap, I seemed to see a man in a black robe holding a sword coming over, but suddenly a warm force pushed me back. Was it Tibao calling me?"

Lin Yu supported Xing and suddenly laughed as he watched this scene.

That "warm power" may be Tibao's longing day and night, Xiadie's persistence in guarding the stone tablet, Xing's recall of overdrawn physical strength, and the mother's promise of "towards tomorrow".

"Next time I go to the Wind Plain in Ohma, I can finish making those unfinished wreaths myself."

Tian's eyes lit up. "Really? I also want to weave one for Xiadie. She said last time that she likes blue flowers."

When Xiadie was mentioned, Lin Yu remembered something, "By the way, Xiadie is still waiting in Fengzhiyuan, I'll go call her over."

"I'll go!" Tian suddenly jumped up, took Tibao's hand and ran outside, "I want to be the first to tell her that I'm back!"

On the way, Tibao suddenly remembered the "silver shallows" his mother had mentioned.

Perhaps there is no need to look for the other side at all. As long as the people around you are still there, as long as the warmth of your palms is still there, every step under your feet is a journey towards the light.

And those unspoken words and unfinished things can be slowly realized in the countless tomorrows to come.

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