Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

A certain light burned in Qiao Xi's gray-white eyes as she stared intently at Xu Hao:

"Don't worry, 'Thursday' is too busy taking care of itself right now. It's been tied up here by us and doesn't have time to deal with things outside."

The teleportation authority over the entire continent of Fama is temporarily under our indirect control through this book. You can safely traverse the barrier with everyone.

Remember, it means everyone! Take everything with you—anything you can't bear to part with, anything you can't let go of, your loved ones, your close friends—take them all! Not a single one can be missing!

Before he could finish speaking, Qiao Xi suddenly stepped forward and, before Xu Hao could react, stretched out her cold but strong arms and hugged him tightly!

It was an embrace filled with resolve and some complex emotions, followed by a cool yet slightly burning kiss on Xu Hao's lips.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment; the surrounding stillness, the distant white light, and the resolute gazes of the old men all became blurred backgrounds.

Qiao Xi released him, a strange blush rising on her face, which looked odd against the gray and white tones. She took a breath, with a hint of self-mockery and recklessness, and muttered under her breath, "Damn it, I've been waiting for so many years, my standards are sky-high, and I haven't found a single man I like!"

"In the end, when I was dying, I got off easy, you little rascal! Just make do with it!"

A burst of laughter erupted around them. The ancient masters, whose faces were also ashen, wore expressions of mockery and relief as if they had seen through life and death. They showed no tragic grandeur of impending martyrdom, but rather a sense of relief as if they were looking at their own sisters who had finally achieved something.

"Sister!" Xu Hao felt as if something was blocking his throat, his vision blurred, and his tiger-like eyes instantly filled with tears. He wanted to grab Qiao Xi's hand, wanted to say something, but only choked sobs escaped his lips.

"No! You can't..."

"Enough with the nonsense!" Qiao Xi interrupted him sharply, quickly pulling out an ancient scroll with a faint glow at the edge from her bosom and shoving it into Xu Hao's palm without a word.

The scroll was icy to the touch, covered with intricate and twisted runes, and emanated intense spatial fluctuations.

This is a dungeon escape scroll that has already been torn open...

Qiao Xi gripped Xu Hao's hand tightly, pressing the scroll firmly into his palm!

The scroll suddenly burst forth with a blinding silver-white light, enveloping Xu Hao's entire body. He saw Qiao Xi's face rapidly receding in the light, and the last thing he saw on that ashen face was a complex look in her eyes, a mixture of determination, relief, encouragement, and a barely perceptible tenderness.

The laughter of the surrounding elders and their blurry figures receded like the tide.

"Sister—!" Xu Hao cried out one last time, but his voice was completely swallowed up by the buzzing sound of spatial teleportation.

With a flash of light, he vanished from the spot.

Qiao Xi stood still, maintaining the outstretched hand gesture, until the silvery-white light completely dissipated, leaving only faint spatial ripples and the still-spreading deathly gray in the air.

She slowly lowered her hand, the strange blush on her face and the feigned fierceness fading away, leaving only endless exhaustion and a profound tranquility.

She let out a soft sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders. Her gaze drifted into the void, seemingly piercing through layers of obstacles to see a distant place, or perhaps a distant point in time.

In a voice only she could hear, she murmured softly, "Luo Ming...sigh..." A long sigh escaped her lips, carrying endless regret and a hint of relief, "If there were a next life...never mind, there is no next life...we'll see if fate allows..."

……

The silvery-white light suddenly dissipated, leaving behind a pungent spatial ripple and a violent dizziness.

Xu Hao staggered into a relatively safe area outside the entrance to Crimson Moon Canyon. The solid ground beneath his feet felt icy cold, but the chill in his heart was even greater.

Qiao Xi's complex gaze at the end, that cold yet resolute kiss, and that self-deprecating remark, "You're lucky, little guy," were branded into his mind, making him almost unable to stand.

The lingering heat from when the dungeon escape scroll was forcibly activated still remained in his palm, reminding him that what had just happened was not a nightmare.

"Xu Hao!" A voice called out with surprise and urgency.

Xu Hao looked up abruptly and saw Miao Yu anxiously waiting not far away with a group of sisters from Liyuefang. Their originally pale faces instantly flushed with color when they saw him, but then their faces darkened again because of his distraught and bloodshot eyes.

Miaoyu rushed to him, supporting his swaying body, and asked urgently, "How is it inside? Where is Sister Qiaoxi? Everyone..." Her voice trailed off as she saw Xu Hao's almost broken expression, and an ominous premonition enveloped everyone.

The sisters from Liyue Pavilion also gathered around, asking questions all at once, their eyes filled with worry and anticipation.

Xu Hao took a deep breath. The air was icy cold, carrying the ashen scent of death, yet it couldn't suppress the sob in his throat or the burning in his eyes. He opened his mouth, his voice terribly hoarse: "Qiao... Sister Qiao Xi, she..." He struggled to lift his head, his gaze sweeping over the concerned faces, each word seemingly uttered with all his strength, "...and those seniors...they...they used themselves as fuel to hold back that 'Thursday's' 'formatting'..."

"Format?" Miao Yu's face turned pale, clearly not understanding the meaning of the word, but the words "use yourself as fuel" were enough to terrify her.

"It's about destroying everything!" Xu Hao's voice suddenly rose, filled with uncontrollable grief and despair. "That monster wants to wipe out the entire continent of Fama, turning everything into nothing! Sister Qiao Xi and the others... they're risking their lives to buy us time! We only have seventy-two hours!"

He grabbed Miaoyu's shoulder with such force that she cried out in pain, but he couldn't care less at that moment. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at her and at all the terrified women around them.

"We must leave! Immediately! Right now! Sister Qiao Xi has initiated the final plan... using my memory suit to bring everyone who is still alive back to the real world! Not a single one can be missing!"

Silence. A deathly silence enveloped the area, with only the faint, chilling energy fluctuations and the spreading grayness emanating from the depths of the distant canyon silently telling the story of the disaster.

Miaoyu was the first to react. Tears silently streamed down her face. She didn't cry out, but bit her lip tightly, her body trembling slightly. She looked at Xu Hao, then at the entrance to the hellish canyon, her eyes filled with pain and reluctance.

Immediately afterwards, suppressed sobs began to spread among the sisters of Liyue.

They were all women who had experienced the dangers of life and death, but at this moment, faced with such utter destruction and the resolute sacrifice of their loved ones, they could no longer remain calm.

Some covered their faces and wept bitterly, while others stared blankly toward the canyon, their vision blurred by tears. They all knew what Qiao Xi meant to them; she was their protector, their sister, their last refuge in this cruel world.

“Sister Qiao Xi…” a young woman murmured, tears streaming down her face, “How could she…”

"Stop talking!" Miaoyu suddenly raised her hand, wiping away her tears. Her voice was trembling with sobs, but unusually firm. "Now is not the time to cry! Xu Hao, we'll listen to you! Tell us what to do!"