Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

A useless person who can't even save himself, yet he always thinks about pulling the gods down from their thrones filled with rotting corpses. Isn't that ridiculous?

But at a certain moment, he had such a delusional thought.

Even now, when we clearly understand how ridiculous this idea is, it has still taken root and sown its seeds.

If one day Su Qing'an can truly unleash a sword strike faster than time itself, then that will be his next target.

"What are you thinking, guest who doesn't exist in the past or future?"

The words that followed shattered Su Qing'an's reverie. He looked blankly in the direction of the voice at the girl sitting leisurely in the bamboo basket chair.

Cang Xuan was speaking, but the only thing existing in this room was himself, who came from outside his memories.

What's going on? Is it a special kind of sentiment stored within this feather?

She has a certain sense of self, which is why she can see herself?

However, this doesn't make sense. If those feathers carried Fu Hua's memories, then such an existence shouldn't exist.

Cang Xuan looked in Su Qing'an's direction, then suddenly covered her lips with her long sleeve and smiled. She said:

"Don't even think about it, sir."

"I am not a being of longing; I am merely a memory from the past. At this moment, it should just be considered my own talking to myself, right?"

Her gaze drifted into the distance, as if she were truly seeing the figure of someone:

"But I understand, I know."

"Sooner or later, a guest who has a complicated relationship with Chi Yuan will see this memory."

Su Qing'an noticed the flaw. If what the other party said was true, then theoretically this scene was something Fu Hua did not see, so it should not exist in this feather.

The feathers likely contain Fu Hua's own memories.

Cang Xuan seemed to see through the distant past and perceive the boy's confusion. She gently parted her lips and said:

"Feather Crossing the Dust".

“The power and the results that each key of God can produce cannot be understood by common sense.”

"As I understand it, Chi Yuan's Divine Key has the function of instinctively recording memories. So even if Chi Yuan herself doesn't have this memory, Yu Du Chen will still record it into me while I'm nearby."

"That's why I did it."

The girl's petite body reclined comfortably in the swaying bamboo basket chair, and she said softly:

"After all, it's a bit embarrassing to talk to thin air like this in front of her."

Although this guy didn't seem to have any shame at all, Su Qing'an had no mood to complain in this situation.

If what Cang Xuan said is true, then she herself should have a similar ability to foresee the future, or a means to achieve this goal.

Assuming such an ability truly exists and can be used at will, Su Qing'an cannot imagine how the previous civilization was destroyed, unless the despair they ultimately faced was truly an overwhelming force that was absolutely irresistible.

The end.

As Su Qing'an silently murmured these two profound words, she inexplicably felt a sense of powerless despair, as if she were experiencing the same feeling herself.

It's not a feeling you can understand just by knowing the plot; it's a kind of pitch-black color that's completely indistinct on the page, and you're terrified just by knowing a tiny bit about it.

Cang Xuan continued:

"As you might think, I have a slight ability to foresee the future."

"Of course, this ability is incomplete, uncontrollable, and almost useless, and its correctness cannot be verified, but thanks to it, I have also seen some interesting things."

"Like you."

At this point, a new light appeared on the girl's previously calm expression, and she chuckled softly as she said:

"Hmph, if it's really as I see it..."

"Has that blockhead Chi Yuan finally come to her senses? That's quite rare."

"Actually, I'm not sure if the future I foresee will come true."

"But let's assume that you, the guest, really exist and actually heard those words."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I can't offer you anything either."

Cang Xuan gazed at the blue sky outside the window, her expression softening. After a moment of silence, she whispered:

"I only have one sentence to say to you, about Chi Yuan."

"She is a wonderful person, but also an extremely clumsy and stubborn one. She has already worked very hard all this time."

"Whether it's for the world, for the things she cares about, or for that belief, she has always been working hard and moving forward."

"But she never lived for herself."

"So, if possible."

"Be nicer to her."

With this whispered phrase as the ending, the scene before my eyes gradually vanished like a bubble.

But in the end, Su Qing'an saw black smoke rising from the kitchen, and Fu Hua helplessly cleaning up the mess for Dan Zhu.

The girl at that time had a warm and unsad smile on her face.

Looking at that smile, Su Qing'an responded softly:

"I would have done it even without you telling me."

The next second, reality returned.

146. Come with me to pay respects at the ancestral temple.

The imprint of the heart has disappeared.

As Su Qing'an returned to reality, countless crimson light feathers vanished into the void like bubbles, and Mount Taixu returned to its usual tranquility.

The feather in the boy's hand rubbed against his palm affectionately, and after a moment it slowly disappeared along with the rest of the heart imprints, as if reluctant to leave.

Scattered orange-red light fragments fell like petals, scattering in front of him as if bidding farewell.

Su Qing'an found Yu Mao's reaction somewhat amusing, and he couldn't help but say softly:

"So clingy."

Then, the boy realized that the current situation was not suitable for praising the "rebellious" feather.

Su Qing'an turned to face Fu Hua's deep gaze, and for a moment she was completely at a loss as to how to explain the scene unfolding before her.

The thousands of feathers that suddenly appeared clearly carried Fu Hua's own memories.

But unlike the owner of the memory, these feathers strangely only reacted to themselves.

Fu Hua, the host, was left standing to the side, a scene that could be described as quite bizarre.

Fu Hua quickly broke the silence, and she said softly:

"They have their reasons for treating me like I don't exist, you don't need to worry about it."

"So, is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Is there anything else you'd like to say?

Why are all your memories buried in Taixu Mountain, and why, knowing this, are you unwilling to retrieve them?

Why are you asking so many questions today, especially questions that you shouldn't be asking given your personality?

Having walked alone in this world for so many years, you should understand the importance of maintaining a sense of distance between people. Being distant and polite is your usual way of communicating, and you would never choose to be explicit, even when you are friends.

Yes, Su Qing'an also wanted to ask Fu Hua why.

Even if the boy may already have his own answer in his heart, some things will never bring peace until he hears the other person say them out loud.

Is there anything else you'd like to say?

Su Qing'an silently recited Fu Hua's words, gazing into her emerald eyes, and softly said:

I like you.

Truth is often buried in the desert of decay; sometimes speaking the truth comes at a price.

Until he was certain that he would bear the consequences alone, Su Qing'an preferred to remain a useless person hiding in his shell.

He blurted out something completely unrelated to him.

"I saw Cang Xuan."

Upon hearing this, the girl felt a moment of confusion. She understood that it was the name of an old friend, and her heart stirred with emotion, but that was all.

This feeling of nostalgia mixed with unfamiliarity has happened more than once or twice; perhaps this is the consequence of forgetting too much.

Sometimes you don't even understand why you're sad or why you miss something. Those precious things, honed by time and emotion, seem like an unattainable shadow, illusory and empty.

Fu Hua sighed softly, feeling melancholy:

"I see, Cangxuan?"

No one understood whether her sigh was because she had forgotten the name of her deceased friend, or because of Su Qing'an's answer.

The two continued walking towards Fuyun Temple, their silence witnessed only by the deep, sea-like white mist.

Just as Su Qing'an didn't ask you why you didn't retrieve those memories, Fu Hua wouldn't ask him if there was anything else he wanted to say to her.

Perhaps the immortal herself was also confused about some answers, and she shouldn't have asked this question, because once she did, their relationship would eventually change.

But that change may not be a good thing.

But Fu Hua, knowing all this, still chose to ask that question, which speaks volumes.

Even a sage who is pure of heart and detached from worldly affairs cannot escape delusions. Many involuntary emotions led her to act impulsively twice.

But Su Qing'an's answer revealed the outcome of everything.

You can say that the boy disappointed the immortal, but you absolutely cannot say that his choice was necessarily wrong.

Perhaps this is the right decision for the two of them now.

For Su Qing'an at this moment... love is restraint and forbearance.

We've arrived at Fuyun Temple.