A King Summoner Travels Through the World of Ye Luoli

A week later.

Which team will be the first to take the stage?

"You don't even recognize her? She's the one Wenxin leads the dance with."

"Wen Xin! This big shot shows up right off the bat. Doesn't this just put more pressure on those who come after them?"

……

Hearing the whispers of the people around him, Lu Zhaoran couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

Her daughter, Wenxin, is the most dazzling star in Shanghai's dance circle, and she will become the most dazzling star in the entire dance world in the future.

This competition is the stepping stone for her to reach a higher level.

Lu Zhaoran was adjusting his camera while imagining the glorious scene of Wen Xin's future success.

OK, everything is ready except for Wenxin's appearance.

Farewell to the Clouds

The dance that Wenxin and the others were going to perform was called "Farewell to the Clouds".

This dance is inspired by a poem: "Three years a traveler, now I wear the southern crown again. Boundless tears for the mountains and rivers, who says the world is wide! I know the road to the underworld is near, yet parting from my homeland is difficult. On the day my resolute spirit returns, I will see its banner fluttering in the sky."

This is a poem bidding farewell to one's homeland. The homeland has been lost, the country is shattered, and the person has fallen into enemy hands. The odds are against them. The great cause of restoring the country has been painstakingly pursued for many years, but it still cannot withstand the torrent of history.

At the very beginning, a mournful, low lamentation echoed softly.

The lights shone on several dancers on the ground, and they moved with the light. Their dancing figures made people feel as if they had been transported back to that era of war and turmoil.

Then, the lights slowly moved upwards and finally landed on the high platform. Everyone looked up and discovered that there was actually another person on it.

The girl in the white dance dress looked rather slender, but she danced with great energy, captivating the audience with every move.

As Lu Zhaoran adjusted the camera in her hand, she couldn't help but smile when she saw Wen Xin's dance moves in the video.

During the climax, the drums sounded, the melody became increasingly stirring and passionate, and the dance became more and more energetic.

The audience was drawn into the dance, and their emotions shifted with the movements of the dancers.

"coax!"

As everyone was absorbed in their conversation, a loud noise startled them awake.

"What...what happened? The platform collapsed."

Is it a pre-designed story?

"Idiot, this is an accident!"

"Wow."

"Wenxin!"

The camera in Lu Zhaoran's hand shattered on the ground. She suddenly felt a splitting headache, as if something was constantly flooding into her brain.

“Wenxin…”

Seeing the mess on the table, she ignored her headache and forced herself to get up and run to the table.

Wen Xin... Wen Xin...

Upon seeing the blood-stained white clothes, Lu Zhaoran almost knelt down and hugged Wen Xin.

"Wenxin!"

Lu Zhaoran felt like her head was about to explode. Her hands trembled as she pulled out her phone, ready to call an ambulance.

“Lu Zhaoran…”

Despite the pain, Wen Xin grasped the hand that Lu Zhaoran was holding the phone.

"Idiot, have you forgotten? I'm already dead."

Wen Xin's words floated lightly into Lu Zhaoran's ears, yet they gave her a powerful shock.

"hiss……"

The memories she had previously rejected seemed to have lost their barrier and flooded into her mind.

She remembered.

"sorry Sorry……"

"Lu Zhaoran, wake up..."

Seeing Lu Zhaoran's nightmarish appearance, Wen Xin raised her hand to wipe away her tears and gently called her name.

"Don't get stuck in the past. My biggest concern in life was you. I couldn't rest in peace even after I died watching you get stuck in the past for more than ten years."

Wen Xin continued to talk to her with a smile and a playful tone, as if she weren't the one who was hurt.

"Did you blame me for deliberately distancing yourself from you during those years, and were you angry with me? I know your personality, which is why I distanced myself from you. Without my burden, you could fight and grab freely. I knew that after you gained power, I could die in peace. I just didn't expect that my death would have such a big impact on you, making it take you more than ten years to get over it."

"Lu Zhaoran, I've never blamed you in my life. I'm only happy that you're getting better and better. Look forward to everything, don't let me die with regrets. Lu Zhaoran, wake up, go back to where you belong..."

Wen Xin's figure slowly became ethereal, and her voice grew weaker and weaker.

"Wenxin! Wenxin!"

Lu Zhaoran wanted to hug her tightly, but she couldn't hold onto that illusory figure at all.

"There is no resurrection from the dead."

A hand suddenly landed on her shoulder.

Lu Zhaoran turned around, and behind him stood a handsome young man.

“Li Chang…”

No, that's not right.

"Chang Li!"

As Lu Zhaoran's memories returned, his gaze towards that person suddenly turned sharp.

"Oh!"

A huge energy fluctuation emanated from Lu Zhaoran, instantly shaking Changli away.

"Take your dirty hands off me."

Two figures, one in blue and one in red, appeared behind Lu Zhaoran.

The Great Master of Fate—Pray.

Shao Siyuan – Zhu Yuan.

"It's because of you that my summoner is suffering from the past once again."

Shao Siyuan glanced at the person opposite her, her expression full of disgust.

The summoner's hidden painful memories were brought to the forefront in such a bloody way; this person's actions were truly despicable.

The Great Fate, wielding the divine halberd that determines life and death, glanced at Lu Zhaoran on the ground and the figure gradually disappearing in her arms, a fleeting moment of emotion crossing his face beneath his mask.

Can human emotions really be this intense?

Is it worth risking everything, even the annihilation of one's soul, to relive the tragedy of yesteryear, just to awaken old friends?

"You...remembered everything..."

The boy, who had been knocked down and was kneeling on the ground by the force, lowered his head, his expression full of resentment. As he spoke, his figure underwent a huge change, transforming from a boy into a young man.

Her clothing also changed from modern to traditional Chinese style.

Her long, ink-black hair fluttered, and her crescent-colored robe also billowed as her energy fluctuated.

Sensing the energy fluctuations around them, Shao Siyuan and Da Siming stepped forward to block Lu Zhaoran, looking at the person warily.

"You remember... So what if you remember? Do you think this is some low-level illusion or dream? This... is a real world. This is a world I created with my own hands based on your memories. I am the creator god here. Those I want to keep, no one can take away!"

The once gentle man suddenly went mad. Looking at his distorted face, Lu Zhaoran really doubted that the Changli she had met in that other world was a different person from the one in front of her.

But she had no time to think about these things now. Feeling Wen Xin, who had almost completely vanished in her arms, a strong feeling of heartache washed over her. She forced herself to calm down and suppress the pain in her heart. She formed one magic seal after another with her hands. If one didn't work, she would try another. She tried to use all the magic she had learned to save her, but how could matters of life and death be easily reversed? Moreover, Wen Xin was already dead. Now, it was not just death that was the problem. Her soul had been shattered.

Even if she used Taiyi's magic or Dasiming's magic, it was to no avail.

"Wenxin!"

As the phantom completely dissipated, a hoarse, mournful cry emanating from her chest, along with the energy emanating from her body, resounded throughout the entire space. The sorrowful sound was like the broken-winged cry of a trapped bird or beast struggling against its will.

"Summoner!"

"How could there be such a strong emotional fluctuation!"

Changli stared at Lu Zhaoran kneeling on the ground, his previously crazed expression momentarily frozen.

It wasn't her... It wasn't her...

Those in power are truly compassionate when they are ruthless; she is a being devoid of joy or sorrow, so how could she possess such intense emotions...?

That system is right...