Chapter 1502
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Chapter 1502 Unconscious An Qingyu
“Qingyu?!”
Lin Qiye’s expression changed when he saw the familiar figure on the hospital bed.
An Qingyu lay on the bed, his face somewhat pale, eyes tightly closed, as if asleep. Despite Lin Qiye’s noisy entrance, he didn’t wake up at all.
Sitting on the black coffin beside the bed was Jiang Er. She wore a white long dress, her lips slightly pursed.
Sensing that An Qingyu’s vital signs were normal, Lin Qiye let out a slight sigh of relief, then asked,
“What happened to Qingyu?”
“He…”
“His soul has been damaged,” a voice came through. Lin Qiye turned to see a Taoist priest who had somehow appeared at the doorway.
“Heavenly Venerable?” Lin Qiye was startled. “Why are you here?”
“As it happens, this matter is related to me as well.”
The Primordial Heavenly Venerable sighed, slowly walked into the room, and recounted what had happened.
“You’re saying that Qingyu listened to the whispers of the K-system gods to find our location?” Lin Qiye was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something. “When you said earlier that someone else saved us, you meant Qingyu?”
“That’s right.” The Primordial Heavenly Venerable nodded slightly. “If not for him, I wouldn’t have been able to rescue you from the space-time crevice… If that were the case, our Great Xia would likely be in ruins now.”
Lin Qiye never imagined that the space-time location even the Heavenly Venerable couldn’t find was decoded by An Qingyu… He could already imagine how much Qingyu had sacrificed to find them.
“So even you have no way to heal his soul injury?”
“If it were an ordinary soul injury, we have several pills in the Heavenly Palace that could treat it… I’ve already tried, but his soul is special, and these pills have no effect on him.”
“Special?” Lin Qiye recalled his previous conversation with Zuo Qing, who said An Qingyu was the nightmare of the future world. Could this be related to his special soul?
“So will he never wake up?”
“Not necessarily. External forces cannot heal his soul injury, but he himself might be able to… In short, whether he wakes up depends on him alone; others cannot intervene.” The Primordial Heavenly Venerable paused. “However, even if he wakes up, there might be some aftereffects from the soul damage. You should be mentally prepared.”
Lin Qiye stood like a statue, staring at the unconscious An Qingyu.
“My personal suggestion is that you take him away from here to places familiar to him,” Shao Pingge slowly said. “Since the key to his awakening lies within himself, approaching it through memories might be more effective.
Chennan Pass has just experienced war, and the atmosphere is too depressing, which isn’t conducive to his recovery.”
They had settled An Qingyu here earlier because Lin Qiye hadn’t returned yet. Now that everyone was back and most personnel at Chennan Pass had left for vacation, leaving this place was indeed the best choice.
Lin Qiye came back to his senses and quickly nodded, “I understand. I’ll prepare a plane immediately to take him away.”
As a special squad, [Nightfall] had its own dedicated aircraft. Lin Qiye made a phone call, and soon a plane landed at Chennan Pass’s military airport, waiting for their arrival.
Lin Qiye removed the instruments connected to An Qingyu’s body. These were used to monitor his vital signs, but Lin Qiye didn’t need them—his mental power perception was the best vital sign monitoring device.
“Old Cao, go find some clothes for Qingyu. I’ll carry him.”
Lin Qiye lifted the unconscious An Qingyu onto his back. Cao Yuan brought a thick military coat from next door and draped it over him, then picked up the black coffin by the bed, and they quickly headed out.
After Lin Qiye and Cao Yuan settled An Qingyu on the plane, the pilot turned and asked:
“Captain Lin, where are we going?”
Cao Yuan and Jiang Er also looked at him. Lin Qiye thought for a moment, then slowly said: “Beijing.”
…
Heavenly Palace.
Wang Mian passed through the empty hall doors. A familiar Taoist figure stood before a tall medicinal furnace, with roaring flames rising from its base and a wisp of medicinal fragrance spreading throughout the hall.
“Heavenly Venerable,” Wang Mian respectfully said.
The Celestial Venerable Lingbao turned around and pointed to the fragrant furnace, saying, “I’ve already started refining medicine for you. However, this medicine still needs to be refined in the furnace for seven times seven, forty-nine days. If all goes well, when this pill is complete, it should extend your life by a few more years.”
As he finished speaking, the Celestial Venerable Lingbao walked up to him, took out a green pill from his sleeve, and placed it in his palm.
“This one is a ‘Pain-Suppressing Pill’ that I took from the medicine room. It can alleviate the pain of your dissolution. Without this pill, even if your life is extended by several years, it would only add to your suffering.”
Wang Mian inhaled the fresh scent of the pill, gratitude appearing in his eyes. “Thank you, Heavenly Venerable.”
The Celestial Venerable Lingbao watched Wang Mian’s hunched figure slowly bow down, his expression showing reluctance. He reached out to help Wang Mian up and said with a helpless smile, “There’s no need for such formality before me. At your age, others might think I’m bullying the elderly…”
“The Heavenly Venerable jests.” Wang Mian paused, then still asked, “Did the Heavenly Venerable summon me for something else?”
“Yes.”
The Celestial Venerable Lingbao’s expression became solemn. “I ask you, when do you plan to save the [Mask] squad?”
Wang Mian thought for a moment. “It’s been a year since [Mask] was destroyed… With my remaining lifespan, I should be able to trace back to that time and rescue them from the village’s law. I plan to go immediately.”
“And after you go back in time, how do you plan to save them?”
“Of course by erasing that time law for them…” Wang Mian said halfway, then seemed to realize something and frowned, falling into deep thought.
Back then, [Mask] was destroyed in the fishing village under that time law. Now that Wang Mian had become a god, erasing that time law would be no difficulty for him. But the problem was that doing so would cause a series of chain reactions.
Although [Time Sequence Rioter] allowed Wang Mian to ignore time paradoxes, this only applied to himself. If he erased that law, he could indeed save the [Mask] squad, but then [Nightfall] wouldn’t go to the fishing village, Lin Qiye wouldn’t enter Takamagahara… and the Japanese divine realm polluted by the Red Moon would still exist in the world, becoming a deadly threat to Great Xia.
Seeing Wang Mian’s expression, the Celestial Venerable Lingbao knew he had thought through this layer and slowly said:
“[Time Sequence Rioter] can change history, but you must bear the causal force generated by timeline changes. If you save [Mask] this way, not only will it generate enormous causal force, greatly reducing your lifespan, but it will also place Great Xia in danger…”
