Traveling through the world of Paper Wedding Dress

Seeing that Xiao was so depressed, Xun Yuanfeng decided to tell him about this matter.

"Xiao, I have something to tell you." Xun Yuanfeng said to Xiao who was still reminiscing.

“···Just tell me whatever you want to say.” Xiao was still immersed in it, but also responded to Xun Yuanfeng’s words.

Xun Yuanfeng told Xiao about a book he got from the real world that could nourish the remaining souls of the dead with incense and faith, complete their souls and revive them as gods.

Xiao immediately grabbed Xun Yuanfeng and said, "Traveler, is this true?"

"Well, I have told the Emperor about this. He is instructing Qixing to build temples for the immortals who died in battles throughout the ages. Some of the places where immortals are buried should have residual souls, and the power of faith can make up for the weak residual souls. Although there may be a price to pay, it is insignificant compared to living another life."

"Since the Emperor has a plan, I will go down again and retrieve Fushe's remaining soul. I will bury the other Yakshas in a secret realm to avoid the outbreak of karma. Presumably, the remaining souls may be left there." Xiao picked up the gun and prepared to go to the Layered Rock Abyss.

"Hey~ Don't go yet. I collected some of Fushe's residual souls and brought them back. It seems that they have not disappeared." Xun Yuanfeng took the jade bottle out of his backpack. He didn't know whether it was because of the system or the soul was not affected by that space, the few residual souls floating in it did not disappear.

"There are some remnants of Fushe's last memories in here. Do you want to see them?" Xun Yuanfeng asked Xiao.

"If you want, then just treat it as the last time we meet." Xiao's aura became sad.

Xun Yuanfeng took out the golden basin that he had used to cast the spell, filled it with clean water, and began to cast a spell to release the remaining soul in the jade bottle into the water using a secret method.

The clean water in the golden basin suddenly sparkled, and when the water surface calmed down, the picture appeared.

I saw a yaksha with fangs and four heads, and a strong man with thunder patterns and auspicious cloud patterns all over his body. He slowly opened his eyes and rubbed his head. "...Mi Nu, where did you go just now?"

A middle-aged man dressed as a sorcerer sighed, "Brother Yasha, you are confused again. I have told you many times that my name is Boyang. I am the sorcerer who fought with you in the Layered Abyss."

"Could this be Ye Lan's ancestor, the sorcerer named Boyang?" Paimon took a closer look.

"It should be him. It seems that they were the only ones who survived at the end, but they didn't return to the surface and died under the rock."

"Boyang... Boyang? You are Boyang? Then who am I?" Yaksha sat by the fire with a dazed look in his eyes.

"Well, I would like to call you by your name. Otherwise, we agreed to stay here together, but we can't even call each other's names. What a pity!" Boyang sighed.

"Stay here? No, you have to go out!" Fushe seemed to remember something and said to Boyang.

"Brother Yasha, stop talking nonsense, aren't we ready to stay here underground forever?

You, don’t regret it. That seal cannot be broken…”

"...Seal...Ah, yes." Fushe looked up at the seal that was still gathering. "I am the Yasha who came here to fight."

"...Brother, brother! Are you okay?" Boyang hurriedly supported Fushe who was about to faint.

"...Haha, look at how badly I'm injured. I'm afraid I won't live long!"

"There are only two of us left, you'd better not die!" Boyang patted Fushe who was coughing.

The fire was everywhere. It was unknown how long it had been underground. Boyang lit the remaining fire and said to Fushe: "Today, I saw my family members underground. Tell me, am I crazy too?"

"Boyang, do you want to go home?" Fushe sat up straight.

Fushe looked at the small fire. Under the light of the fire, the shadows reflected on the wall seemed to turn into yakshas.

“...is...my...mine...I remember, you are..." Fushe's eyes became more blurred, as if he saw many Yakshas coming to greet him.

"···These brothers and sisters are here to pick me up, Boyang."

"You're awake, at least, at least tell me your name!" Boyang asked quickly.

Fushe looked at the shadow reflected by the fire with a dazed look, "I... my name is Fushe - which means, in a moment of Fushe, everything is given up!" In the palm of his hand, the lightning element burst out with the light of his life, illuminating the entire darkness.

The images of memories in the golden basin also disappeared in the light. Xiao looked at the golden basin and remained silent for a long time.

"Fushe, did Fushe finally regain his memory? You are worthy of being the Grand Marshal of Teng Snake under the Emperor's seat - Fushe."

Xiao seemed to have let go of something, and said to Xun Yuanfeng: "Today, I said too much. But when talking to you, there is no need to hold back too much." Xiao was silent for a moment and continued, "Have you ever felt the destiny? The possibility of life, the coming of death... no matter what.

Today I understand that destiny is the calamity that Yaksha can sense most. It is destined to be sad... but we are not afraid. "

“···Xiao···” Paimon looked at Xiao, but didn’t know how to comfort him.

"It's okay, traveler. After all, there is still a chance to see them again. Although I don't know whether it will take a hundred years or a thousand years, I can wait." After Xiao finished speaking, he used the air freedom method to transform himself into a strong wind and flew towards Lihuazhou.

"Then let's go find Zhongli. At this time, he should be listening to a story at Sanwan Buguogang." Paimeng said to Xun Yuanfeng.

"Okay then, let's go!" Xun Yuanfeng took Paimeng to the nearby teleportation point, preparing to teleport back to Liyue Harbor.