Song Lan watched for several moments the flames engulfing YiCity. Paper dolls, delapidated buildings, dried bones, XY's body and XXC's coffin. Everything embraced by the all-cleansing fire.
He took a heaving sigh and turned his back, carrying two swords and a spirit trapping pouch away from here, never to return....
The fire was so bright he could not have seen some drawings starting to glow on the ground. Even if he turned. Which Song Lan did not. He was resolutely making his undead way into the world and his lonely future.
He needed to get used to being a selfconcious firce corpse. To not let himself be overcome by the dark energy or low desires of the undead. To not let his mind be clouded by rage and misguided by wishful thinking, like now, when it tried to make him believe there was something going on behind the sound of fire.
Everyone was dead. Dead and burning. Song Lan took one more step towards the city border. And another. And then another.
Behind him, the seal glowed bright in the dusty ground of the coffin house yard.
Writings brighter than the earthly flames and stronger than fates. A painful death and a cultivator's blood splattered on them were the final offering that brought them to life.
And them, in turn, brought to life someone else.
- Chengmei, our breakfast is burning, - shouted Xiao Xingchen trying to properly wake up. Since when did his bed feel so hard and uncomfortable....
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