Chapter Fifty-Seven Reunion

  The dust slowly dispersed, and everything returned to calmness.

  Although Ling Luoyu was seriously injured, with even a broken finger, he still gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his body, stumbling to get up slowly, looking around at everything.

  For years, she had been tormented by the Jiuyang pulse, and while suffering from the severe pain of the Lying Scripture, she also cultivated Ling Luoye's will as hard as iron.

  Pain can be endured, and injury pain can also be endured.

  Not far away, Zhuang Luo Chen, Hong Fei, Han Xiao and several others were covered in dust, but they didn't seem to have suffered any major injuries.

  Not far ahead, a figure sat cross-legged on the ground, eyes slightly closed, panting heavily, it was Chen Kong.

  "Brother Chen, are you okay? Can you hold on?" Ling Luoyu walked slowly towards Chen Kong step by step, while Zhuang Luchen, Hong Fei and others rushed quickly to the direction where Chen Kong was, because they all knew that their lives were saved by Chen Kong.

  Han Xiang looked at Chen Kong and then at Ling Luoyu, walked to Ling Luoyu's side, supported Ling Luoyu and slowly walked towards Chen Kong.

  Chen Kong slowly opened his eyes, looked at Ling Luo Yu and the others, and weakly said: "It's okay, I haven't died yet! Are you all okay?"

  After a pause, Chen Kong said: "Congratulations to several of you! After passing through this great hall, all of you will be cultivators. As for myself, well..."

  Zhuang Lu Chen, Hong Fei exchanged a glance and said: "Brother Chen's great kindness, no matter what happens to us in the future, we will never forget! If Brother Chen needs our help with anything, we will not hesitate!"

  Chen Kong smiled faintly and fell silent.

  "Is everything over? Is it all finished? Where's Zitian? Could it be...?" Ling Luoyu gazed blankly at the entrance of the Taoist temple, hoping to catch a glimpse of Zitian's figure, even if only for an instant, which would at least prove that she was still alive. However, in front of the temple, everything remained empty and quiet as before.

  "Luoyu, you must live on, wait for me..." The scene when entering the tomb of Tongxian was as if it was still in front of Ling Luoyu's eyes. Perhaps, this lifetime, Ling Luoyu would always remember that scene clearly.

  "Zi Die! Luo Yu is still alive and waiting for you! Where are you?"

  If there were no purple butterflies, what would be left in his life? This question Ling Luo had never thought of, nor did he dare to think.

  Looking at Ling Luoyu's distracted appearance, Chen Kong chuckled and said: "Brother Ling, what are you thinking about? Do you need my help?"

  "It's no use telling you!" Ling Luoyu looked at Chen Kong who was still panting heavily on the ground and sighed.

  "Is that so? Can't help it at all? Take a look outside! Maybe the person you want to see is outside?" Chen Kong said with a smile.

  Under Han Xiao's support, Ling Luoyu walked slowly and hesitantly to the door of the Taoist temple, looking outside.

  On the suspension bridge, a white figure in a dust coat was slowly walking towards this Taoist temple.

  Butterfly! It's Butterfly! Butterfly is fine!

  Ling Luoyu suddenly shook off Han Xiao's supporting arm and rushed towards Qin Zitian, but apparently, Ling Luoyu had underestimated the severity of his own injuries. He had only taken a few steps when he fell to the ground with a "thud".

  Qin Zitian, who was walking slowly, also noticed the sound from this side. Looking at Ling Luoyu, who had fallen to the ground, Qin Zitian's speed suddenly increased, and he quickly came to Ling Luoyu's side, gently helping him up.

  "Butterfly!"

  "Fall down!"

  A simple and intimate call is better than a thousand words.

  Han Xiao shook his head, smiled wryly and retreated back into the Taoist temple.

  "Butterfly, you know, I'm really worried about you, I'm afraid I'll never see you again..."

  "Lu Yu, me too..."

  The topics between lovers are always so dull and tasteless, but both parties are self-satisfied. Everything is because the dull and tasteless topics are full of deep feelings, which is the closeness of heart to heart.

  Unconsciously...

  "Ling brother, Purple Butterfly girl, let's talk about it later! The road ahead is still long! You two have been talking non-stop for three hours already!" Chen Kong's voice rang out, interrupting the two people's intimate conversation.

  "Has it already been three hours? So fast!" Ling Luoyu, Qin Zitian raised her head and looked at Chen Kong with a hint of embarrassment.

  Zhuang Lu Chen, Hong Fei also walked over and said: "Ling brother, Zi Die girl, Chen brother have all recovered for a long time, just waiting for the two of you. Seeing how dedicated you both are, I didn't want to disturb you! Ah!"

  "Then let's go!" Qin Zitian's face turned slightly red.

  "Let's go!" Chen Kong took the lead, and a group of people walked through the main hall, heading straight forward.

  "Brother Chen, where is the passage leading to the Cultivation Realm? Isn't it within this grand hall?" Looking at the precipitous cliff in front of him, Hong Fei hesitated for a moment.

  "Just follow me!" Chen Kong smiled faintly and stepped towards the cliff, disappearing in an instant.

  As Chen Kung disappeared, everyone was slightly startled, but they didn't hesitate and followed closely behind, stepping forward with one foot.

  Ling Luo Yu and Qin Zi Die exchanged a smile, hand in hand they stepped towards the cliff's edge into the void...