Supreme Emptiness

Chapter 1251: Chapter 1255: Venerate Wutong

Jiang Fan followed her gaze and felt a moment of trance.

In the depths of the pitch-black Forbidden Land stood a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree.

The ancient giant tree, large enough for ten people to embrace, stood upright, its ginkgo leaves like golden scales, draping down like an umbrella.

The wind blew.

The leaves rustled and fell, resembling a swarm of golden butterflies dancing, or meteors withering in the night sky.

Everyone was stunned.

In the deepest part of the terrifying Great Wilderness Forbidden Land, lay an artistic, picturesque human world of beauty.

"There... is someone there."

The Red Dust Venerable, with sharp eyes, was the first to notice a young girl in a light yellow dress sitting cross-legged beneath the tree.

Her long black hair was braided into twin braids, and her round, adorable face was set with beautiful features.

A lively and radiant little girl.

At this moment, her eyes were slightly closed.

She allowed the breeze to blow through her dress.

The yellow Divine Ring on the back of her head emitted a soft and holy light in the wind.

On the Divine Ring, five Flame Marks stood out prominently.

Her identity was self-evident!

Venerate Wutong!

A thousand years have passed, yet she remains a bright girl.

As if time cherished her, reluctant to leave a trace of gray in her hair or a wrinkle on her face.

A sea becomes a mulberry field, a mulberry field becomes a sea.

While time ages, she remains as she was.

Gulp!

Someone swallowed deeply.

The legendary Heavenly Human Five Decays Venerable, the Human Supreme sat right before them.

It was difficult for anyone to remain calm.

Jiang Fan was also awestruck, whispering softly: "She truly is a woman blessed by the heavens."

He had seen eternal youth before.

The two Demon Emperors, Yizhu and Old Dream, had the ageless appearance untainted by time.

But they could not withstand a thousand years and would eventually fade into a trace of red clay.

Venerate Wutong, however, remained unchanged through a thousand years.

His whispers rippled through time and space.

Venerate Wutong’s eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes, large and round, black and white distinct.

Her eyes seemed dull.

It was as if she had been sleeping for a long time and only just woke up.

As her vision gradually focused, seeing the crowd, she gently scanned them.

When she saw Jiang Fan, her eyes sparkled with a radiant gleam.

She hurriedly got up, a healing smile rising at the corners of her lips, forming two shallow dimples on her cheeks as she joyfully exclaimed, "You are here?"

She lifted her skirt, happily running toward Jiang Fan.

As she was about to get close, she slowly stopped, maintaining a distance, shyly lowering her head.

Adorable and bashful.

Jiang Fan was slightly taken aback; was Venerate Wutong speaking to him?

Why the shyness?

Wuyu Venerable swallowed hard, feeling a suffocating pressure at close range!

His Heavenly Human Second Decline realm was like a small boat facing a stormy sea before Venerate Wutong.

It could capsize at any moment.

He hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, Venerate Wutong!"

The other five Demon Venerables also respectfully paid their respects.

Venerable Lianjing cast a wary gaze at Venerate Wutong, clearly feeling the immense pressure.

Venerate Wutong regarded them as if they were air.

Still bashfully facing Jiang Fan: "I’ve been waiting for you for so long, come quickly!"

She reached out, shyly tugging at the hem of Jiang Fan’s garment, heading towards the ginkgo tree.

Jiang Fan was puzzled by her meaning.

He quietly followed her to the ginkgo tree.

As they got closer, Jiang Fan noticed the trunk was filled with carvings of two names.

One was "Wutong," and the other was "Lu Jiulin."

The number reached hundreds.

Most of the handwriting had become blurred, with no way to trace the era they were carved in.

"Senior Brother Lu, do you remember our promise?"

Wait!

Jiang Fan suddenly looked towards Venerate Wutong.

She mistook him for Lu Jiulin!

"I am not..."

Jiang Fan wanted to correct her, but Venerate Wutong shyly held Jiang Fan’s hand.

A chill without warmth invaded him.

Her shy voice, accompanied by the fluttering ginkgo leaves, gently floated into his ears:

"Senior Brother Lu, Wutong has waited for you for five hundred years."

Jiang Fan felt his heart tremble slightly.

Venerate Wutong hadn’t stepped out of the Forbidden Land, waiting for Lu Jiulin.

Waiting for the unfulfilled promise between them!

Waiting for five hundred years!

The explanation he had on the tip of his tongue could no longer be uttered.

Lu Jiulin had long perished in the desolate snowfield a thousand years ago.

Standing in front of her was merely a stranger delivering regrets.

Her Senior Brother Lu would never come again.

Perhaps due to cultivating the Brahma Saint True Spirit Technique, Venerate Wutong mistook Jiang Fan for Lu Jiulin.

Expressing her five hundred years of longing to him.

How could Jiang Fan bear to break her five hundred-year-long dream?

With tenderness in his eyes, he cupped Venerate Wutong’s face gently in place of Lu Jiulin and softly said:

"I have come to fulfill our promise."

"Wutong."

Tears quickly formed in Venerate Wutong’s misty eyes, falling as she sobbed:

"I was afraid I would fall asleep forever, never to see you again."

She threw herself into Jiang Fan’s embrace, her tears quickly soaking his clothes.

Her delicate body trembled slightly:

"I’ve been cursed by the Giant Emperor, only able to wake for a day each time and then fall into a long slumber."

"I feared forgetting you, so each time I awoke, I carved your name and mine."

"To remind the next time I wake, not to forget our promise."

"Thankfully, the heavens blessed me, and Senior Brother Lu finally came."

"I no longer have to worry."

Jiang Fan looked at the dense carvings, his heart deeply moved.

These were not just names.

They were Venerate Wutong’s longing across five hundred years of time.

Each stroke was filled with emotion.

His throat felt choked, unable to speak.

Venerate Wutong looked up, wiping away her tears, her eyes full of expectation for the future:

"Senior Brother Lu, since you’re here, let’s leave Central Earth together."

"Find a paradise, planting two rows of your favorite ginkgo trees."

"Build a beautiful house."

"With just the sky and earth, you and me, no more obstructions, no more disturbances, no more partings by death."

"Okay?"

It turned out, their promise was to leave the Central Earth Realm together.

To seek a paradise and be bound to each other.

How similar this was to Ling Shu’s wish?

Facing Venerate Wutong’s fervent gaze, Jiang Fan could not bring himself to tell her the truth.

"Senior Brother Lu, what’s wrong?" Venerate Wutong asked fearfully.

Jiang Fan felt his heart pricked as if by needles, gritted his teeth, and said: "Okay!"

"We will leave Central Earth!"

With such eyes, such desires, how could he bear to refuse her to her face?

He could only agree now and explain slowly later.

But, to Jiang Fan’s surprise,

Venerate Wutong was filled with excitement, tears falling again.

She nodded repeatedly, saying: "Great, let’s go to paradise then."

"But, Senior Brother Lu, wait a bit."

"I need to awaken all the flames in the Divine Ring to break through the barrier of the world."

She pointed a finger at the Divine Ring behind her.

The five Flame Marks merged into one.

Condensing into a gray flame above her head.

It had no warmth, no color.

Like a flame painted on with a brush.

Only missing the finishing touch.