The Untamed's Longest Promise: Awakening of the Lost Immortal Love

Prologue

Third Person POV

"Shijie!" Wuxian's heart leaped in recognition, his gaze now shifting to find his beloved sister.

The reason for her presence in the midst of such danger eluded him, but he knew he had to ensure her safety above all else.

Pushing through the throngs of battling cultivators, Wuxian's heart raced as he finally caught sight of his sister, Jiang Wanyin, cradling her in his arms.

"A-xian!" Yanli's voice reached out to him, drawing him closer with a sense of urgency.

Rushing to her side, his heart pounding with a mix of emotions, he questioned her well-being.

"Is she okay, Jie? You shouldn't have come here, it's too dangerous," he urged, his protective instincts kicking in.

"Xian Xian, My Xian Xian, you ran so fast I didn't get a good chance to look at you and talk to you," Jiang Yanli whispered softly, her hand trembling as she reached out to touch Wei Wuxian's cheek.

He leaned into her touch, savoring the warmth and familiarity of her gentle caress.

"I want to tell you...." Jiang Yanli's voice trailed off, her expression turning to one of shock and horror as she caught sight of a figure lunging towards Wei Wuxian with a sword in hand.

Without a second thought, Yanli acted on instinct, pushing Wuxian out of harm's way. The chilling sound of metal piercing flesh echoed in the air as the sword found its mark, plunging into Jiang Yanli's heart.

Time seemed to freeze as Wuxian watched in horror, his world shattering around him, his heart breaking at the sight of his lifeless sister cradled in his brother's arms.

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'Don't you...dare leave me Weiying!'

Driven by an overwhelming love and determination, Wangji sprinted towards Wuxian, his feet pounding against the ground, each step fueled by his desperation to save his beloved.

His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing his fear, his love, and his unwavering devotion to his Wei Ying.

Then finally he reach Wuxian, his hands stained with blood, Wangji's relief was short-lived as he observed the state his soulmate was in.

Wuxian appeared on the brink of surrender, tears streaming down his pale cheeks, his spirit burdened by an overwhelming mix of pain, suffering, betrayal, and grief.

It was a sight that tore at Wangji's heart, threatening to break him apart.

With trembling hands and a heavy heart, Wangji closed his eyes, unable to let go of Wuxian.

He couldn't bear the thought of living without his soulmate by his side.

His selfishness wouldn't allow him to simply release the younger man in that moment.

The depth of his love and the intensity of his desire to protect Wei Ying surpassed any rational thought or self-preservation.

In the depths of his soul, Wangji wished desperately that he could turn back time, vowing to never make the same mistake again.

But deep down, he knew it was an impossible feat.

The weight of helplessness settled heavily upon him, threatening to suffocate him.

"Wei Ying... don't let go. I'm here... I'll safely bring you back up here... I promise," Wangji pleaded, his voice filled with unwavering determination and boundless love.

Wuxian shook his head, believing it was too late for him to be saved. A bitter smile crossed his lips, his spirit drained and weary.

"Lan Zhan... please let go," the Head Disciple implored, yearning for respite from the pain that had consumed him for far too long, his voice filled with a mix of resignation and desperation.

"I... I can't... you promised me," Wangji blurted out through gritted teeth, his heart wrenching at the sight before him.

The taller man was covered in blood, the crimson liquid staining his once pristine white robes, a testament to the sacrifices Wangji was willing to make to save his beloved.

The hands that grasped Wuxian were drenched in red, evidence of the lengths Wangji was willing to go to protect their love, to keep Wei Ying from slipping away.

"Promises that I have neglected ever since I returned... you should hate me now, Second Young Master Lan! Let me go!" Wuxian pleaded, his voice filled with despair and anguish.

Wangji shook his head, refusing to release his grip on the younger man.

His eyes burned with determination, his love for Wei Ying shining through the darkness that threatened to consume them both.

"If I can't have you as mine, then I would rather choose death!" Wangji declared, his voice filled with unwavering resolve, his words a testament to the depths of his love and the lengths he was willing to go to keep their souls intertwined.

"Lan Wangji! Don't you dare!" Wuxian exclaimed, panic evident in his voice, his heart breaking at the thought of losing the one person who meant everything to him.

But Wangji simply chuckled, his grip unyielding, his spiritual energy locked in place.

"You're insane!" Wuxian hissed at Wangji, his voice a mix of disbelief and desperation, his spirit clinging to the last threads of hope.

But Wangji's laughter echoed in the abyss, a bittersweet melody that mingled with the swirling winds.

This time, no promises would be broken. No hearts would be shattered, and they would not be separated from each other again.

Together, they descended into the depths, their spirits intertwined for eternity, their love defying the boundaries of life and death.

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As the scene unfolded before him, Xichen remained stoic and composed, his expression betraying no hint of the tumultuous emotions swirling within him.

He issued a command to his disciples, instructing them to scour the depths of the cliff in search of his brother and Wuxian's bodies, a necessary task to confirm their fate.

After an exhaustive hour of scouring the area, a disciple approached Xichen with the somber news that Wangji and Wuxian's remains were nowhere to be found amidst the darkness of the abyss.

A heavy sigh escaped Xichen's lips as he absorbed the weight of this revelation, a mixture of relief and uncertainty clouding his thoughts.

With a heavy heart, he turned away from the desolate scene and began the solemn journey back to Gusu.

The Lan disciples followed in dutiful silence, the echo of their footsteps mirroring the oppressive stillness that surrounded them, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded earlier.