71. Echoes of a Forgotten Oath

The night was heavy with silence, the stars shimmering above like distant witnesses to the unfolding events. Ling Tian stood atop a ruined mountain, his azure-gold aura flickering as his eyes traced the desolate battlefield before him. The corpses of fallen cultivators littered the ground, their qi dissipating into the void.

The battle had ended, but something gnawed at the edge of his consciousness—a faint ripple in the flow of fate.

Xu Qing'er approached, her usually calm eyes darkened with concern. "Ling Tian, do you feel it too?"

He nodded. "Something… or someone… has been watching us this entire time."

Qing'er's expression tightened. "It isn't just that. I felt a resonance, something tied to your past… and perhaps, mine."

Her words sent a shiver down his spine. Ling Tian had long suspected that Qing'er's origins were intertwined with the grand fate of the Myriad Worlds. But now, more than ever, the clues were beginning to unravel.

Suddenly, the wind howled, carrying a whisper—an ethereal voice filled with sorrow and longing.

"Do you still remember… your oath?"

Ling Tian's eyes flashed with a deep golden brilliance, his divine senses expanding to their limits. But there was nothing. Just the emptiness of the ruined battlefield.

Xu Qing'er gripped his wrist, her fingers cold. "Ling Tian… it was a woman's voice."

A memory flickered in his mind—blurred, fragmented. A girl's tear-stained face. A desperate promise. And then… darkness.

"Who…?" He clenched his fists, frustration boiling beneath his calm demeanor.

Qing'er hesitated before whispering, "Could it be… Bai Xue?"

His breath hitched. Bai Xue. A name he hadn't spoken in years. A name that should have been buried in the forgotten past.

But why did it feel so close now?

A cold gust swept through the ruins, and in that instant, Ling Tian knew—this was no coincidence. The past was stirring, and it would not be ignored any longer.

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