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The instant the Dragon-Slaying Stone was less than three inches from the ground, Hua Chen's pupils suddenly contracted sharply. With a roar, he leaped up and darted into the three-inch gap between the Dragon-Slaying Stone and the ground like an arrow!

We will die together, our vows will never waver!

boom--

The Dragon-Slaying Stone crashed to the ground, and the world fell into complete silence!

Chapter Four: The Soul Returns to the River of Oblivion

VOL.1

The stars were dim in the night.

The biting wind howled, whipping up a flurry of snowflakes. The vast, snow-covered Tianshan Mountains were shrouded in a desolate atmosphere, devoid of any trace of spring in the Flower Valley Hot Springs. The endless Tianshan snow was a boundless expanse of white, flowing fireflies.

Lotus carried the unconscious Murong Yin on her back, staggering forward. The swirling snow covered her body. She bit her lip and walked forward step by step, her white figure seemingly blending into the silent snowy world.

I've lost count of how many times I've fallen in the snow.

Feeling her whole body stiffen, Lianhua carried Murong Yin on her back, panting heavily. With each step forward, her feet sank deep into the snow.

Despite the freezing weather, beads of sweat rolled down her face...

If he keeps going forward, someone will come to meet Murong Yin. Once he gets out of this snowy region, Murong Yin will be able to survive.

She wanted to carry Murong Yin out of the Tianshan Snow Gate.

Dawn is breaking...

At the summit of Tianshan Mountain, a sharp and mournful cry of a snow eagle suddenly rang out. Lotus was startled and looked up at the snow eagle as it swept across the sky, leaving a vast and desolate trail in its wake.

This is... a snow eagle from the Tianshan Snow Gate...

Lotus's eyes flashed like lightning in an instant. She bit her pale lips hard, her body tensed instantly, and her stiff fingers gripped the silver whip tightly.

Suddenly, a mournful melody drifted from the boundless expanse of snow-capped Tianshan Mountains...

The music was deep, mournful, and sorrowful, as if carrying an endless stream of emotions. A thousand miles of travel were undertaken to find one person, yet the beloved was forgotten, lying on the other side of the water. To trace back to her was ultimately a long and arduous journey...

Lotus turned her head following the sound, and there stood a tall, slender figure playing the xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument) on a snow-covered cliff, a place where snow stretched endlessly.

With her back to the flowing clouds and snow-capped waterfall, the mournful sound of the xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument) filled the air. The player's black hair fluttered in the wind, her exquisitely beautiful face and flowing sleeves exuding unparalleled elegance, like a celestial being descended to earth...

Lotus's fingers felt icy cold.

A song that stops.

Dressed in white, Ye Chuhan slowly put down the xun in her hand, raised her eyes to look at Lianhua, and her narrow eyes were filled with a gentle smile, as if she did not see the pale and absent-minded look on Lianhua's face.

"You always said this song was too melancholic and lonely, and I always said that with you by my side, how could I be melancholic and lonely! Do you still remember these things?"

Lotus's lips, devoid of color, seeped coldness into her skin inch by inch.

He gazed at her, his eyes serene. "Lotus, put down Murong Yin and come back with me..." This was the last chance he was giving her!

otherwise--

He would rather leave her life in Tianshan than allow her to leave him with this man!

Lotus bent down slightly and slowly put Murong Yin down.

After settling the unconscious Murong Yin, Lianhua slowly straightened up, gazing intently at Ye Chuhan. Her eyes were calm as twinkling stars as she silently channeled all her inner strength into the soft whip in her hand.

She whispered, "Let's do it!"

Ye Chuhan's pupils slowly contracted. "You really want to be my enemy?"

Lianhua frowned, "Even if it costs me my life, I will never let Murong Yin die at your hands!"

"good--!"

Ye Chuhan's eyes narrowed, and in an instant, a sharp, sword-like light flashed in his eyes. He raised his right hand, and the Azure Jade Sword moved swiftly like a dragon, striking straight at the lotus flower!

Once the two clash, it will be a battle to the death!

At the summit of Cangxue, the sword energy of the Cangyu Sword, like a piercing light, roared terrifyingly. The killing intent of that sword energy caused Cangxue to tremble and the earth to shake. Wherever the sword energy passed, it shook the Tianshan Mountains...

The snow that has stood for millennia on the Tianshan Mountains was shaken...

Lotus lashed out with her silver whip, creating dazzling silver waves. In the blink of an eye, she had taken nearly a hundred blows from Ye Chuhan, but she could only defend and had no chance to counterattack. Her face was pale, and she was forced to retreat repeatedly by the Azure Jade Sword. In an instant, she was already behind a snow cliff thousands of feet high...

She had no chance of surviving this battle, but she was determined to fight to the death!

Ye Chuhan's figure shifted, as fast as the wind!

Lotus gradually weakened, and her movements slowed slightly. The Azure Jade Sword slashed down from the sky, its sword energy as cold as frost. The surrounding malevolent energy surged towards Lotus like a torrential downpour.

Lotus's bones creaked and groaned under the intense killing intent. Gritting her teeth, she brandished her silver whip, let out a long howl, and leaped into the air. The whip, like a nimble snake, aimed directly at Ye Chuhan's vital acupoints on his chest—

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, Ye Chuhan let out a cold laugh.

Lotus's hand suddenly sank, realizing that Ye Chuhan had grabbed the long whip in her hand. With a strong tug, Lotus stumbled forward and fell. However, at that moment, Lotus suddenly released the soft whip in her hand.