plumnovel Chapter 563 All people must eventually part ways.
Chapter 563 All people must eventually part ways.
The victory celebration lasted all night.
Someone got drunk and was snoring on the table, drooling all over it. No matter how much you tried to wake them up, you couldn't.
Some people got drunk and started calling the people next to them brothers, acting like long-lost brothers even though they had only met for the first time that day.
Some people drank too much and squatted in the corner crying like children, and no amount of persuasion could calm them down.
The moon rises and sets, the stars shine and dim.
The lanterns in the square lit up one by one, red, yellow, green and purple, illuminating the entire square as bright as day.
Laughter, singing, the sounds of rock-paper-scissors, and clinking glasses mingled together.
At this moment, they all forgot their identities, cultivation levels, and status; only the camaraderie of fighting together remained.
The Flame Empress walked up to Lin Chen with a wine glass in her hand.
She changed into a red phoenix robe, which was thinner and more transparent than the one she wore during the day, and the neckline was lower.
Her hair had been styled again and adorned with a golden phoenix hairpin, the phoenix's beak holding a ruby that glittered in the candlelight.
She had also redone her makeup, with her eyeliner slightly upturned at the corners of her eyes, and her lipstick was a fiery red.
She walked up to Lin Chen, a slight smile playing on her lips, her eyes shining brightly.
"Young master, let me offer you a toast."
The voice was neither loud nor soft, but all the leaders of the surrounding forces heard it.
Their ears perked up, but no one dared to look any longer.
Lin Chen raised his wine glass and clinked it against hers; the sound was crisp and pleasant.
The two drank it all at the same time.
The Flame Empress put down her wine cup, looked at Lin Chen, her lips moved slightly, and she said softly:
"My lord, you promised to give me a child. Last time we met, I wasn't able to fulfill my wish, so you'll have to work even harder!"
Lin Chen paused for a moment, his hand holding the wine glass still.
The eyes of all the leaders of the various factions flickered slightly, and they secretly added the Flame Empress to their list of people they dared not provoke.
At the same time, they each had their own ulterior motives.
The Flame Empress smiled slightly, then turned and left.
Lin Chen watched her retreating figure, opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.
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After the victory celebration banquet, each faction led their teams home.
Jiang Xuan led the people of Kunlun Domain away. As he left, he looked back at the Tower of Babel and the stele, staring at them for a long time.
Then he walked up to Lin Chen, clasped his hands in greeting, said only "Take care, young master," and turned to leave.
Long Zaitian led the people from Penglai Immortal Island away, turning back to shout to Lin Chen as he left:
"Young master, come visit the island sometime. The sea breeze is lovely, the seafood is delicious, and the young lady misses you quite a bit."
The last sentence was spoken a little softly, but it was still heard by the person next to him.
Qingyunzi left with the people of Qingyun Sect. As he left, he bowed deeply to Lin Chen without saying anything.
His white beard fluttered in the wind, his whisk draped over his arm, and he walked slowly, like a cloud blown away by the wind.
Sword Gentleman and Sword Thirteen left with the people from Heavenly Sword Pavilion.
As he left, Jian Shisan glanced back at Lin Chen, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he said nothing, only clasped his hands in a salute.
Abbot Xuanci left with the people from Mount Sumeru, chanting a Buddhist prayer as he departed: "Amitabha."
The sound drifted in the wind, as distant as the tolling of a bell.
The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons left with the people of the Southern Wilderness. As he left, he shouted "Take care, young master!" at Lin Chen, making Lin Chen's ears ring.
After shouting, he lowered his voice, leaned close to Lin Chen's ear, and said mysteriously:
"Young master, we have stunningly beautiful fox spirits, cat spirits, and rabbit spirits. Each one is beautiful and obedient. If you come, I'll arrange the best for you!"
Lin Chen was stunned for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Yan Ruyu, standing beside her, held a teacup, smiling, but twirled the teacup in her hand.
The Demon King, oblivious to the danger, continued speaking with great enthusiasm:
"The fox spirits in our area have soft, fluffy tails that feel so comfortable to touch."
The catgirl's ears can twitch; if you touch them, she'll meow—it's so cute!
The rabbit girl is even more amazing, those legs…
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a chill down his back. When he turned around, Yan Ruyu was smiling at him.
The smile wasn't cold, but he shivered.
The King of Ten Thousand Demons chuckled awkwardly, "Well, I'll be going now."
After saying that, he turned and ran, faster than a rabbit, with a group of monsters following behind, raising clouds of dust.
The King of Jinsha left with the people of Xizhou, clasping his hands in a fist salute as he departed, his voice loud and powerful.
"Take care, young master! The Golden Sands Empire of Xizhou will always welcome you! We may not have fox spirits, cat spirits, or rabbit spirits, but we certainly have beauties of unparalleled charm!"
He added something, then strode away.
The Flame Empress left with the people of the Northern Desert. As she left, she glanced at Lin Chen, a slight smile playing on her lips, but said nothing.
But the meaningful look in his eyes made Lin Chen suddenly feel a soreness in his kidneys.
Zhang Yiyuan was the last to leave. He stood in front of Lin Chen, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed deeply.
He straightened up, looked at Lin Chen, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.
In the end, he only said two words: "Take care."
Then he turned and left.
He took two steps, then suddenly stopped, and without turning his head, said:
"Young Master Lin, Tianyuan City will always obey your orders!"
Then he walked away.
The people in the square gradually dispersed, like the receding tide.
Lin Chen stood in front of the Tower of Babel, watching those people walk further and further away.
Some rode horses, some traveled by carriage, some walked, and some flew on swords.
Some were in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing.
Some travel alone, silently making their way.
They walked at different speeds and in different directions, but they were all going to the same place—home.
Those who survived went home.
Those who died have also gone home.
The only difference is that one returned to the home of the living, while the other returned to the home of the dead.
Lin Chen watched them walk away, further and further away, further and further away.
Finally, they turned into tiny black dots and disappeared into the distance.
The sky was beginning to lighten, a new day was about to begin.
Lin Chen turned and walked into the Tower of Babel, his footsteps echoing on the empty staircase.
Behind him, the runes of the Tower of Babel shimmered in the morning light.
The eight characters on the monument stood out prominently in the morning light.
A breeze blew from afar, causing the incense and candles in front of the monument to flicker.
Those incense sticks were lit by the families of the fallen soldiers; some had already burned out, leaving only a wisp of grayish-white ash.
Some were still burning, with wisps of smoke rising and drifting into the sky.
The sunlight peeked out from behind the clouds, golden and shining on the monument and on the names on it.
Those names shone brightly in the sunlight, like stars.