They gathered together to discuss the problem and eventually arrived in the coldest place.
A man in white stood in front of the crowd, speaking solemnly. Although Qin Moyu couldn't hear what he was saying, she could sense his anxiety.
The path to heaven lies behind them. Anyone among them who wishes can embark on the path to heaven and leave this world. Even if this world is destroyed, it will have no impact on the departing beings. They can then explore many more different worlds.
But.
No living being chose to leave.
Finally, the man in white looked at everyone with a complicated expression and bowed deeply.
Then he took a step back, formed a hand seal, and a faint blue light emanated from the soles of everyone's feet, revealing a huge array.
As the array continued to flash, the people inside began to be gradually "absorbed," but they did not resist; they simply looked longingly into the distance as their bodies disappeared.
Their bodies disappeared into the formation, transforming into countless white soul clusters that wandered within it.
The man in white had his eyes closed and his face was deathly pale, clearly under immense pressure. Yet he gritted his teeth and persevered, and as time passed, the formation became increasingly complete.
When the formation reached a certain level, the man in white suddenly opened his eyes.
Those were not eyes that a human could possess—their clear black and white pupils held no emotion whatsoever; even the stones on the roadside seemed more vibrant than they were.
The formation, which was originally only about ten meters long, suddenly expanded, growing outward from the path to heaven, and eventually creating a forbidden area covered by wind and snow, inaccessible to anyone.
Within this forbidden land, a crimson lotus flame was quietly born.
"This is... an extremely cold place?" Qin Moyu stared blankly at everything before him, muttering to himself.
Although he had never been to the Frozen Lands, the moment the Red Lotus Karmic Fire appeared, combined with his brief memories of seeing his parents before, he was certain that what he was witnessing was the birth of the Frozen Lands.
Even Shen Yebai probably doesn't know that the Crimson Lotus Karmic Fire not only represents the seal of the Extreme Cold Land, but was also born from the formation of the Extreme Cold Land.
The matter is now quite clear. In order to prevent the imbalance of spiritual energy, those powerful beings in the Tribulation Transcending stage voluntarily sacrificed themselves, using themselves as the foundation of the formation to seal the Path to Heaven, just to give the world some breathing time.
Qin Moyu recalled the words she had heard before entering:
Do you want to know the truth?
So... does it refer to the truth about the extremely cold lands?
Qin Moyu pursed his lips, feeling that the truth he could possibly know shouldn't have come to this.
Sure enough, as the Red Lotus Karmic Fire was born, the whole scene seemed to freeze again, flashing and skipping through countless images before finally settling on one person.
The man stood at the entrance of the cave, gazing into the distance. When he turned around, he saw a face he never expected—
Mo Yuan.
No! That's not right!
Before Qin Moyu could even be shocked, she immediately realized that he was not Mo Yuan.
Although they look very similar, his aura and demeanor are quite different from Mo Yuan's.
If Mo Yuan is a drawn sword, then he is a tiger with its sharpness concealed; the former's danger is on the surface, while the latter's danger is hidden beneath its skin.
"How are you doing? Getting used to it?" Shen Mo asked casually into the cave.
"So-so," a familiar voice came from inside the cave.
Qin Moyu's heart tightened suddenly.
The perspective of the scene is no longer focused on a particular person in the cave, but rather like an eye in the sky, watching everything that happens in the cave from a superior third-person perspective.
Another person emerged from the darkness.
Because of the poor lighting, only half of the person's face could be seen, but that half face was enough for Qin Moyu to confirm that the person was Mo Yuan.
"Here you go." Shen Mo tossed something to Mo Yuan.
Mo Yuan caught the object precisely—it was a delicate little thing.
He looked up, his face expressionless, and asked, "What is it?"
"Things that can change appearance, didn't your last one break? You even wrote to me asking me to make another one." Shen Mo raised his chin, gesturing for the other person to use it.
Mo Yuan didn't listen to his immediate request. Instead, he fiddled with the object in his hand and asked without even looking up, "What else do you want me to do?"
“Go to the Liu family in Dongzhou. As long as they agree, the remaining families are nothing to fear.” Shen Mo stroked his chin and chuckled. “I know you narrowly escaped death last time, but this time it’s different. You don’t need to go to so much trouble. The Fen family sent a direct disciple, saying they want to use the power of Yunqi Tower to help us achieve our goal.”
"Since someone else has already gone, what's the point of me going?"
"Just in case, after all, they were sent by the Fen family, who knows if they're reliable or not," Shen Mo said sarcastically.
Mo Yuan made no comment on this. After looking through everything in his hand, he carefully put it away.
"I've never seen you care about this before. What's wrong? Did you run into someone you can't show your true face to?" Shen Mo's unintentional teasing hit the nail on the head.
"It's none of your business," Mo Yuan said coldly.
The next second, Mo Yuan transformed into Shen Yebai.
He couldn't resist trying it out.
Qin Moyu couldn't bear to listen to their conversation any longer. His eyes were fixed on Shen Yebai's face, and he found the ridiculous truth hard to accept.
All the questions were answered.