The opportunity to leave the fragment might very well be here.
Song Wanníng activated all her defensive treasures, making sure she could instantly deploy her Immortal Furnace if needed, then proceeded toward the attic. She had guessed correctly: nearly all the immortals were in the attic.
Although the attic seemed small, it contained a spatial formation, and in reality, the number of rooms reached into the thousands.
Mo Yang Xiānjūn and the others were all present, including Mu Zixu.
Everyone was in different rooms, encountering different things.
Two moments later, Song Wanníng entered the attic herself. Feeling the familiar spatial aura, a glint of light appeared in her eyes. Ever since she had comprehended the spatial runes, her sensitivity to spatial energy had increased. She lifted her head and looked at the countless rooms before her, but did not enter hastily.
"Little one, help me sense where the energy is strongest."
She summoned Long Ling and, after confirming the direction, stepped into the attic. Once she located the correct position, she finally entered a room.
Floor by floor, layer by layer, all were others' residences.
Song Wanníng did not hurry, walking steadily upwards. On the seventh floor, she stepped forward, and the scene before her changed instantly. An endless starry sky stretched out, a flash of light streaked past, and the long fangs disappeared.
A figure stood beneath the stars, enveloped in a peculiar halo of light—none other than Senior Feng Jiuxiao.
Song Wanníng paused and looked back. The room she had come from had already vanished.
"Sister, the energy I sensed is right here, but something seems to be blocking it."
Long Ling looked around, brow furrowed.
The energy was clearly very close, yet seemed far away at the same time.
"There must be a formation here."
Song Wanníng lowered her gaze. Senior Feng Jiuxiao was clearly in the process of comprehending something—most likely a formation.
Perhaps the energy Long Ling sensed was behind it.
"That is possible, but Sister, will your Immortal treasures even work on this formation?"
The Immortal treasure had been a gift from Senior Feng Jiuxiao and had proved useful upon entering the valley. But would it function here?
Hearing this, Song Wanníng frowned slightly. The next second, the hairpin appeared in her hand.
She did not attempt to use it.
If this were Senior Feng Jiuxiao's opportunity, what if she acted rashly and ruined it? She had received kindness from the Senior and would never destroy the Senior's chance. That was her principle. So she simply stood to the side, holding her sword, guarding Senior Feng Jiuxiao as she meditated.
Senior Feng Jiuxiao was, as always, radiant and striking. Her brows and eyes were filled with pride and confidence, a self-assuredness that made her shine. Even among a crowd, she was the most eye-catching.
Mo Yang Xiānjūn was similarly impressive.
Dao Qing Xiānjūn perhaps lacked Feng Jiuxiao's appearance, but carried a refined and gentle aura, a polished elegance befitting a true gentleman. They were all exceptional people.
Those selected by the Heavenly Dao to receive their own inheritance must be highly esteemed, their status in the Immortal Realm certainly not low.
Song Wanníng's thoughts drifted, recalling her encounters with these Seniors. Seeing their younger selves in the time fragment felt truly strange.
In a blink, Feng Jiuxiao had awakened. Strictly speaking, she had noticed the moment Song Wanníng entered. But seeing that the young girl's cultivation was not high and posed no threat, she had continued her comprehension.
Strangely, the little girl did not seek the opportunity for herself. Instead, she guarded Feng Jiuxiao.
That was truly odd.
Moreover, the girl's gaze at her was filled with warmth and respect, as if they had known each other for a long time.
Even stranger.
Feng Jiuxiao turned and looked at Song Wanníng intently, certain that she had never met this person in her memory.
"I am Song Wanníng, Junior, greetings Senior!"
Song Wanníng smiled and introduced herself. Facing Feng Jiuxiao again, she felt an even stronger sense of closeness, especially holding the hairpin that had helped her so much.
"You know me?"
Feng Jiuxiao raised her brow, a hint of mischief in her expression. She looked at the little girl of just over a hundred years as though she were a child.
After asking, Song Wanníng considered and then presented the hairpin to Feng Jiuxiao. She had no talent for formations, so following Feng Jiuxiao was the safest choice. With Feng Jiuxiao's help, she might leave the time fragment more quickly.
"This is…"
Feng Jiuxiao stared at the hairpin, eyes widening in surprise.
She had always disliked the awkward designs of Immortal Realm treasures.
Especially formation-breaking tools—they were hideous.
She had recently planned to make a new tool to break formations. The design she drew matched the hairpin exactly, down to the smallest detail. Taking the hairpin, Feng Jiuxiao noticed her personal mark at the cut: a simple, crooked phoenix pattern.
"What is going on?"
Feng Jiuxiao frowned, her expression turning serious. The situation was utterly baffling, impossible to make sense of. Song Wanníng exhaled in relief, seeing that Feng Jiuxiao recognized it. She had worried that Feng Jiuxiao would not recognize the hairpin.
"Senior, this matter is long, but I speak without concealment…"
She recounted everything about their shared experience and explained the circumstances of her appearance. Learning that Song Wanníng came from the future, Feng Jiuxiao's heart shook, her gaze examining her closely.
She had no real understanding of time-space properties, and returning to a past timeline was unheard of. Time fragments were mentioned in texts, but only briefly, without detailed explanation. Thus, Feng Jiuxiao could not judge the truth of Song Wanníng's words.
"Since you say I gave you the inheritance, show it to me."
Curiosity sparked, wondering how her future self had developed and why she would give an inheritance to someone without talent for formations.
"If I show it now, will it affect you?"
A hint of hesitation crossed Song Wanníng's eyes. She had little understanding of the time fragment and feared causing a bad effect.
"It does not matter. I am the one studying it. Perhaps I can even improve it by comprehending it early."
Feng Jiuxiao waved indifferently, confident in herself. A single inheritance would not affect her future.
Seeing her resolve, Song Wanníng took out the inheritance. Feng Jiuxiao accepted it and soon became mesmerized, admiring the ingenious formations within.