A deafening roar erupted from the mountaintop, and snowflakes danced high in the sky—the mountain collapsed and the earth cracked, and everyone fled for cover. At that moment, the summit of Kunlun resembled a graveyard.
Could this be the legendary "apocalypse"?
She didn't know how much time had passed before she awoke in the snow, feeling pain in every part of her body. The pain was almost indescribable, seeping into her very bones, making her want to scream out loud.
She knew that it was the poison of the Seven Star Begonia, which had already begun to erode her entire body.
However, as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Miaofeng.
He stood beside the broken Baiyuchuan, looking down silently at the bottomless glacier, his long blue hair fluttering in the cold wind.
"Sister Wang." Suddenly, he murmured, taking a step towards the glacier, the accumulated snow falling like a bottomless abyss.
"Yami!" she exclaimed in surprise, "Stop!"
In a fit of anger and frustration, she somehow mustered the strength to stand up from the snow, staggered over, and grabbed him from behind, but all her muscles were too weak to move, and she collapsed to the ground.
Miao Feng was slightly startled and stopped in his tracks. He then turned around and picked her up from the snow.
"Don't do anything foolish..." she clutched his arm in terror, breathing heavily. "Even if Miaoshui dies... you can't do anything foolish. You, you, hehe, you must live on!"
Miao Feng lowered her eyes: "I just want to go down and collect Sister Wang's remains."
"Ah..." Xue Ziye breathed a long sigh of relief and finally let go of his arm. She seemed to want to say something, but before she could speak, she collapsed heavily into his arms.
Miao Feng was shocked: The King's last blow on his deathbed must have seriously injured her, right?
"Don't worry. I will ensure the Pope's safety, but I will also ensure your safety."
He made that promise when he sent her to the top of the mountain—yet in the end, he was unable to protect either of them!
Intense pain tore him apart rapidly, almost turning his heart to dust. He reached out, only to find that his energy channels were no longer functioning properly. Watching Xue Ziye's face grow paler and paler, her breathing weaker and weaker, he could only stand helplessly by, his heart breaking.
He wanted to scream and cry, but his face remained expressionless.
More than twenty years of lifeless existence had robbed him of the ability to express emotions!
He collapsed to his knees in the snow, slamming his fist into the snow and letting out a low, hoarse howl as he buried his head in the snow—the cold snow buried his burning forehead. Intense grief and anger surged within him, alternating like a raging tide, yet he did not know how to find an outlet for such a tidal wave.
This extremely painful struggle lasted for an unknown amount of time. Finally, at the moment when he was on the verge of collapse, "snap!" a very soft sound was heard, as if some thread binding him in his heart had finally broken.
The raging tide surged forth, rushing from the depths of his heart into his brain, and then rained down from his eyes.
"Ah—ahhhhh!" The moment the tears fell, he finally shouted out his first cry in the wind and snow.
An unprecedented pain spread through his heart, tearing his long-dead heart apart. He was finally free to let go of the pressure and allow the sorrow and anger to completely overwhelm him.
However, amidst such pain, a long-lost warm and gentle energy suddenly surged forth, filling every part of my body!
The snow on the edge of her palm was melting rapidly. When her hand was immersed in a pool of warm water, Miao Feng was surprised and raised her hand. She felt that power re-condense between her fingers. She tried to swing her hand, and the edge of her palm brought up a scorching wind, which actually cut off a section of the cold white jade bridge with a "crackling" sound!
Bathing in the Spring Breeze? He can now use the Spring Breeze technique again!
Over a month ago, he met Xue Ziye. After years of stagnation, he was moved by her, and his mind, already in turmoil, could no longer use the Spring Breeze Technique. Yet now, in this instant, as countless moments of despair and pain pressed down upon him, it was as if something within him had suddenly been released. His mind suddenly returned to its withered state, no longer hesitant, no longer wavering—
It turns out that after extreme pain comes extreme stillness.
The two are simply different paths leading to the same destination.
Mu Chunfeng's inner strength regrouped. Without thinking, he anxiously scooped up the unconscious woman and rushed down the mountain, simultaneously placing his hand on Xue Ziye's back and continuously channeling his inner energy into her to dispel the chill within her body—he had to find a way quickly! If he didn't find the best doctor for her soon, things might…
He absolutely cannot let her die like this... absolutely not!
As he rushed down from the Western Heavenly Gate, he saw a familiar figure standing quietly at the entrance.
He was slightly surprised: It was Miaokong?
The palace was in complete chaos, but Wu Mingzi, who was usually elusive, was surprisingly standing aside.
"Miaokong!" He stopped and briefly instructed, "The sect is in chaos. You must return immediately to take charge!"
Now that the Five Bright Ones are almost entirely wiped out, they can only entrust the situation to Miao Kong. However, upon hearing this shocking news, Miao Kong simply folded his hands, his face hidden behind his mask revealing no expression: "Is that so? Then, Miao Feng Envoy, where are you going?"
"I have to leave. Please bear with me here for now." Miao Feng vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but he was too anxious to say more. He simply finished instructing Miao Kong and then rushed down the glacier at top speed—he had to get back to Medicine Master Valley as quickly as possible! If she didn't receive proper treatment soon, her injuries might be beyond saving.
"It's good that he's gone." Watching his disappearing figure, Miao Kong smiled slightly, her voice low and eerie, "It saves us both trouble."
Blood meandered down the ice, but froze halfway down.
Miao Kong turned his head and walked in the direction of the blood flow, kicking away the corpses lying in the shadows—those were disciples of the Great Bright Palace guarding the Western Heavenly Gate, lying piled up on the back of the gate tower, each with a horrified expression on their face, as if they could not believe that their superior of many years, Miao Kong, one of the Five Bright Ones, would suddenly kill his subordinates.
How foolish... How could these guys trust someone wearing a mask?
“Everything’s been taken care of…” Miao Kong looked southeast and murmured, “Why haven’t they come yet?”
When Xue Ziye woke up, she found herself on the back of a galloping horse.
Is he still alive?
The wind and snow howled in her ears, but she did not feel cold—she was curled up in someone's arms, a warm fox fur coat wrapped around her, and a pair of hands held her back tightly, continuously sending in warm breath.
Long blue hair fell across her face.
—Is it Miaofeng?
She awoke, a faint smile appearing on her face. She opened her mouth, wanting to persuade the man not to waste his efforts, but the poison had overwhelmed her, leaving her without even the strength to speak. As if sensing the person in her arms awaken, the man on horseback abruptly lowered his head to look at her, urgently asking, "Valley Master Xue, are you feeling any better?"
She slightly moved the corners of her lips, forcing a smile, but at the same time, bluish-green blood seeped from the corners of her lips.