No matter how long Qin Moyu has to fight against the Heavenly Dao in the extreme cold, he will always be there to support Qin Moyu from behind.
Qin Moyu felt a lump in his throat. He knew that Xuanjing Zhenren didn't care about his own life or death. Living wasn't the most important thing to Xuanjing Zhenren. The most important thing was the safety of Guanlan Sect. But now he was willing to "selfishly" live on for Qin Moyu.
"Master's wine is delicious. When I come back, let's make wine together."
Qin Moyu said softly.
Master Xuanjing tried to smile several times, but failed each time. Reluctance, heartache, and worry... ultimately turned into a silent nod.
Meanwhile, Shen Mo was also taking the time to give instructions to the Shen Sheng brothers.
"Please rest assured, Ancestor, Shen Sheng will protect the Southern Kingdom to the very last moment." Shen Sheng's expression was calm. Even without wearing imperial robes, he still possessed the spirit of a young emperor, willing to fight to the last drop of blood for his people.
“Shen Yu is the same.” Shen Yu was unusually calm and composed, unlike himself, but his eyes remained as firm as ever.
For him, being defeated and dying on the battlefield was the best interpretation of his life.
However, this time Shen Mo did not nod in satisfaction as usual. He reached out, paused for a second above Shen Sheng's head, and finally placed his hand on both of their shoulders.
He said, "I have only one request: to live."
Shen Sheng looked at Shen Mo in surprise, seemingly unable to believe that these were the words of the ancestor.
"Only a great emperor can lead the Southern Kingdom to glory again after the disaster." Shen Mo looked at the boy in front of him who came from the same ancestor and shared the same bloodline. He finally put aside all his indifference and said softly in the tone of an elder, "You have done very well. I do not believe that I can rebuild the Southern Kingdom into what it is today after the war between the four continents."
Shen Mo has always had a clear understanding of himself. If he had ascended the throne hastily at the age of Shen Sheng, he might not have done better than Shen Sheng. Unlike his domineering nature of suppressing everyone with absolute force, Shen Sheng was an emperor who truly earned the recognition of the court and the public through his own abilities. He did not want the Southern Kingdom to lose such a good emperor.
Shen Sheng was slightly taken aback. He felt the warmth on his shoulder, a feeling of being affirmed and embraced by an elder that he hadn't experienced in a long time. It even made his long-dry eyes moist for a moment. This loss of composure didn't last long, so fast that people wondered if they had seen it wrong.
A glint of tears flashed in his eyes, then filled with a gentle smile. He said, "I thought that once I stepped down from the throne, I could live a carefree life and never have to see memorials again. But it seems I'm still destined to be a busybody."
"Of course." Shen Mo turned away, concealing the smile in his eyes. The invisible barrier between them vanished in just a few words.
The dark imperial robes were too ornate and made movement inconvenient, so the two changed back into their usual clothes and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.
After they left, the Demon Lord, who had been silent all along, slowly emerged from the darkness.
She glanced at everyone in the room, then looked up at the window and muttered to herself, "They're all gone. I can't just wait here."
She stretched out her slender, pale hand, her fingers revealing a depth that belied the number of lives she had taken.
"You've deceived me for so long, Fenqi, how many lives do you plan to use to pay for this..."
Like a soft sigh lingering in the room, it was filled with centuries of resentment and painful hatred. Even knowing it wasn't directed at them, it was enough to chill everyone present to the bone.
When the most crucial part of the conspiracy is revealed, the whole story is truly unfolded before her eyes.
She remembered each and every death of her relatives and loved ones clearly.
Chapter 89. The War Begins in the Frigid Lands...
Unlike the skies of the Four Continents, which are now shrouded in the Abyss Land formation, the sky over the extremely cold land in the far north of the continent remains gray. The howling wind cuts like a sharp knife, and the constant snow and wind have created a thick white "carpet" on the ground, making it extremely difficult to dig through and see the brown soil.
The heavy snowfall merged the sky and the ground into one. In this barren land where even the most resilient wild grass could not survive, two figures struggled to move forward through the snow.
"arrive."
Among the two people walking together, one of them looked into the distance and spoke softly.
The two people walking in the snow were naturally Qin Moyu and Shen Mo. When they entered the Northern Lands, they discovered that the entire air was filled with spiritual energy that was almost solidified. It was too risky to fly through this dense spiritual energy, so the two discussed it and decided to walk across it.
However, the ground was not an easy path to walk on; it was full of potholes and made walking very difficult. Because of the heavy snowfall, there was a risk of being buried in the snow if they stayed in one place for too long. The two could only quicken their pace, and they didn't know how long they walked in the icy snow before finally reaching the edge of the seal of the extreme cold land.
The seal of the extreme cold land is hidden in the wind and snow. It looks like a transparent bowl turned upside down on the ground. Only when people get close to it can they discover the invisible barrier. Only by placing their hands on the barrier can they feel the terrifying flow of spiritual energy inside.
Logically speaking, abundant spiritual energy should be very beneficial to both humans and plants. However, everything in excess is as bad as deficiency. When spiritual energy is purified to a certain degree, it can become a blade coated with honey, and those who lick it will die.
However, Qin Moyu sensed a familiar aura within this dangerous spiritual energy—an aura rooted deep within his soul, sharing the same origin as the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.
Qin Moyu felt a tremor deep within his soul, along with a soft sigh from Yu.
"I'm back……"
The sigh contained resentment, hatred, and a faint longing, much like her complex feelings towards the frigid land that imprisoned her for the rest of her life.
The formation in the extreme cold region confines their souls, but it does not impose many restrictions on outsiders. As long as they can withstand the blizzard, theoretically, as long as they reach the Tribulation Transcending stage, they can temporarily tear open the barrier and enter the extreme cold region. That is why Shen Mo's father was able to come here with a group of Tribulation Transcending stage cultivators and meet Yu. However, in order to restore the Path to Heaven, the entire formation had to be destroyed.
Based on all of the above, it did not take the two of them too long to enter the formation's range.
Beyond that invisible barrier, the wind and snow intensified, and round rooftops could be vaguely seen in the white snow.
Those were villages built by awakened powerful beings on instinct after losing most of their memories. They may not know what this represents, but a voice in their hearts compels them to do so, as if this way they have never lost their memories.
In this icy and snowy world, all they could use was ice and snow to carve the shapes of various objects from their hazy memories. That colorful world seemed like an unattainable dream, and no one knew just how dazzling it was.
That's why Qin was so determined to send Qin Moyu out of the extreme cold, even at the cost of his life and soul being annihilated in a foreign land.
Even though they had never met, Qin Moyu could feel the deep, unwavering love from her father through these fleeting moments.
Perhaps it was the sight that stirred up memories, but Yu didn't say anything more after the soft sigh she let out when she came in.
Reality didn't give them much time to grieve. The moment Qin Moyu and Shen Mo entered the extreme cold, Heaven already knew.
"Shen Mo, you really have a good plan."
A voice tinged with mockery rang out from above. Qin Moyu looked up and saw a human-shaped silhouette in the clouds.