Tomb Raiders: After the Nine Gates Ancestor, they let loose and did whatever they wanted!

Deep within the dreamlike, fantastical flowerbeds of the Tibetan Sea of ​​Flowers lies the earliest imprint of his life, flowing with the deepest call of his bloodline—his mother sleeps there.

Parting the layers of petals, exuding a chilling aura, I finally touched once again that enduring and warm bond originating from the source of life.

The slender, dark figure huddled deeply, finding solace only amidst the sea of ​​flowers.

This place is also a sacred place that can no longer be touched by external erosion. It is the original nest where He returned after the four spirits gathered and were reborn in fire. It is the origin of life that the wandering Qilin finally found again!

All confusion and emptiness vanished in that moment...

This is not a cold tomb, but a haven where Xiao Guan's wandering soul can find peace, a place of return after shedding all worldly clamor, and the only anchor point deep within Xiao Guan's soul, an eternal home at the end of his wanderings.

Suddenly, an unexpected incident occurred!

Amidst the surge of spiritual energy, Zhang Qiling's Qilin bloodline churned, occasionally revealing a small Qilin cub that frolicked about, witnessing this destiny-bound moment.

But at this moment, the man and the auspicious omen meet but do not recognize each other.

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Little Qilin: Little Lingzi, what's wrong with you? I haven't been out for ages because I haven't had enough spiritual energy! Where's Little Zhu Zhu? Come play with me! ↗

Zhang Qiling, who suddenly discovered that he could communicate without barriers and learn through thought-to-thought exchanges, was filled with question marks, his face expressionless, inwardly grumbling.

"What's going on today? Why are we seeing ghosts all the time? Isn't this bronze door just an illusion?"

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Curious Little Qilin: Little Lingzi, why do you smell bitter? Did you run away from home?

"I don't remember..." This was the go-to answer for Zhang Qiling, an elderly man suffering from amnesia.

Little Qilin, used to this: How could you forget everything again and get lost again! ↗

(′??? ) ? For a moment, I couldn't tell if the little Qilin was referring to the confused Zhang Qiling in front of me or the unlucky patriarchs of the Zhang family throughout history. Sigh~↘

Sensing the intense sorrow emanating from Zhang Qiling, the thoughtful little Qilin jumped off his shoulder and curled up.

Nestled close to the only source of warmth in that cold sea of ​​flowers—not only close to spiritual energy, but also a manifestation of the master's will.

As the little Qilin nestled beside Baima, all the emptiness and sense of detachment Zhang Qiling felt were completely dispelled and soothed by a warm current surging from the depths of his blood.

Little Qilin, standing close to Baima, hurried to convey one last message to the lost child, Xiao Lingzi.

—The spiritual energy is insufficient; I can only stay with you for a short while. In this Dharma-ending Age, long-term meal tickets from Little Zhu Zhu are hard to find! Hurry back!

The voice in my heart fades and recedes into the distance…

A faint, hoarse call, born of a long silence, yet crystal clear, brushed against Zhang Qiling's heart like the softest feather, pulling him back to reality from his initial astonishment.

"Minor... official..."

The tranquil snow-capped mountain suddenly erupted in chaos; the frail man trembled violently, his heart feeling as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, only to be abruptly released.

A hallucination? ...Or an echo of memory? Zhang Qiling almost held his breath out of vigilance.

The old lama's words echoed clearly in my ears: "The Tibetan doctor Pema cannot speak, cannot hear, and cannot see; for the sake of the three of us, he remains silent..."

Abandoned burial, an existence that has been silent for so long...

But Zhang Qiling, filled with doubt yet still clinging to hope, with an almost suffocating sense of expectation, suddenly turned around.

It's not an illusion! ↗

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On the stone bed, the woman who had lain quietly for countless years, her eyes, once tightly closed and seemingly reflecting the essence of a high-altitude lake, were now laboriously and extremely slowly opening a crack.

Her long slumber had left her eyes with a newborn's bewilderment and vulnerability, yet that gaze pierced through the dust of time, landing precisely and gently on Zhang Qiling's face.

With just one glance, Baima knew that her efforts had not been in vain. It was none other than her child, her child!

His dry, pale lips twitched barely, as if he were trying to call out that name etched into his very bones.

But that one word, "obsession," represented years of waiting, the result she had silently repeated countless times, and it had exhausted all the strength she had accumulated.

From the moment Baima resolved to freeze her own time, she never thought of missing anyone, nor did she ever dare to speak of it aloud.

The fluctuations in my emotions are now causing my bodily functions to accelerate, and the spiritual energy is taking effect, stimulating me to breathe more vigorously!

For a moment, only the lingering resonance from the depths of one's bloodline, stirred by the surging spiritual energy, remained in the air.

And the silent yet soul-stirring gaze between mother and son, a gaze that transcends the passage of time and the boundaries of life and death…

Tears of longing for loved ones fall silently in the dark, but I fear my tears for my child are even more numerous.

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