[Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfiction] I Raise A Ying in Yiling

Chapter 255 Dangerous crossing

Although Wei Ying spoke so casually, he knew from the bottom of his heart that the might of Heaven should not be underestimated and he dared not be careless! While focusing his mind on refining the lightning tribulation, he also quickly scanned the current state of the lightning-dispelling array, roughly estimating that it could still hold on for a considerable period of time before completely focusing his mind on cultivation.

Thus, time flew by as the two undergoing their tribulations within the mass grave were focused and single-minded, while those outside the grave were either filled with anxiety, bewildered and terrified, or overjoyed.

As dawn broke and dusk passed, three full cycles of day and night rolled by. Only then did this terrifying celestial phenomenon, which in its later stages completely covered the sky of the entire demonic world with its sea of ​​lightning, reluctantly cease. Amidst the azure glow that seemed to have been left behind by a celestial paradise, two towering, pale yellow pillars of light, resembling condensed liquid, slowly descended upon the location where lightning had repeatedly struck before, moving at a speed comparable to that of a snail!

"Ugh~~, ptooey (*｀へ′*)! Lan Zhan, how are you?"

Bathed in a thick, haloed light atop the mass grave—or rather, at the bottom of a small basin blacker than charcoal and reeking of burnt ash—a figure, charred black with a few pitiful tattered pieces of clothing hanging haphazardly, and with hair that looked like it had been chewed by a dog, crawled out from a thick pile of dark ashes, puffing out wisps of white smoke.

Upon seeing the light, it looked around and called out in a hoarse voice for another person who had vanished.

This figure, seemingly crawling out from a wave of refugees fleeing famine, is none other than Wei Ying, who narrowly escaped the three long days and nights of lightning tribulation!

As for Lan Zhan, who went through the tribulation with him?

Forehead()︿))!

"Susususu..."

Just as Wei Ying, shrouded in darkness, was panicking and at a loss because he had not received a response from Lan Zhan immediately and had not seen his figure, a slight rustling sound, like autumn leaves being blown by the wind, came from a small black mound directly behind Wei Ying.

Wei Ying turned around with great force, and with immense joy, he leaped towards the loosening mound at the top, shouting, "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan! Are you alright! Ugh, ugh..."

While shouting loudly, he frantically dug at the small mound of earth with both hands like whirlwinds, and the person buried inside also cooperated with Wei Ying's actions, constantly breaking through the soil layer by layer.

Finally, with the help of the two, Lan Zhan, who was no better off than Wei Ying and was even covered in mud, successfully broke free from the mound and appeared before Wei Ying completely intact.

As soon as he regained his footing, the man, who was always fond of cleanliness, didn't bother to tidy up his disheveled appearance. Instead, he tightly embraced the equally disheveled man in front of him, who was asking him repeatedly if he was injured, his long, strong arms gripping the man's back tightly, as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world, afraid that the person in his arms would disappear in the blink of an eye!

"Wei Ying..."

Lan Zhan, who was slightly taller than Wei Ying, pressed his forehead against Wei Ying's brow and whispered in a hoarse voice. However, the two words were filled with the ecstatic joy of regaining what was lost and the relief and fear after surviving a near-death experience!

Wei Ying could clearly feel the burning heat of Lan Zhan's rapidly beating heart as their chests pressed together, and heard his uniquely cool yet extremely gentle voice in his ear. Wei Ying felt as if he were enveloped by the warm sunshine of a snowy day, and all his negative emotions, such as anxiety, cold-bloodedness, grievances, resentment, and disillusionment, vanished like frost on a roof tile as soon as the sun rose!

"Lan Zhan~, Lan Er-gege, I thought we were going to die here this time n_n" Wei Ying leaned against Lan Zhan's still tender and thin chest, complaining aggrievedly about the cold-bloodedness and unreasonableness of the Heavenly Dao, "This is not some kind of Golden Core Tribulation! It is probably not even as powerful and imposing as the Ascension Tribulation. The dozen or so tribulation lightning bolts at the end were simply aimed at destroying the world!"

"Thank goodness 001 acted in time, otherwise, we would really be a pair of doomed lovers! This damned fate has taught me a real lesson today—that plans can't keep up with changes, and man proposes, God disposes!"

"If only I had considered things more thoroughly and made more preparations beforehand, I wouldn't have almost been struck by the Soul-Destroying Lightning this time!"

"Wei Ying, this is an unexpected event! No one could have predicted that the Heavenly Dao would react so violently; it is not your fault!"

Wei Ying knew this principle, but he was still somewhat dissatisfied. He pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but after thinking for a moment, he changed his mind considering Lan Zhan's current mood.

"Lan Zhan, let's go back to the Demon-Subduing Cave to rest for a bit before heading down the mountain. I bet my sister and father are getting impatient waiting down there! Thank God, oops! Thank God 001, the Demon-Subduing Cave wasn't affected and is still intact. Otherwise, if we went down the mountain like this, they would be worried sick!"

As he spoke, he pushed Lan Zhan's strong arm, trying to move, but he couldn't budge it the first time, and he couldn't budge it the second time either!

Wei Ying was completely confused: "Lan Zhan...?"

Lan Zhan held Wei Ying silently for a long time, as still as a mountain, before finally speaking in a soft, midnight murmur, as desolate as under the moonlight: "Wei Ying, does it hurt?"

Wei Ying looked completely bewildered: "...?"

Lan Zhan continued to persistently ask that hurtful question, using a light and ethereal voice, as if from another world: "Wei Ying, does it feel painful? Cold, to go down a path to the bitter end?"

Having fully grasped Lan Zhan's meaning, Wei Ying's usual smile vanished, and he fell into an unspeakable silence, his head bowed, an aura of desolation and vicissitudes involuntarily emanating from him, like "endless falling leaves rustling down."

Lan Zhan stopped asking questions and simply held his beloved in his arms with tenderness, accompanying him into another unforgettable chapter of his life!

It turns out that the words on paper can never fully express the hardships and suffering of a person's life!