Dongfang Ming's white robes fluttered in the wind, and his eyes were as dazzling as the stars in the night sky.
He could summon the Great Void True Flames with just a wave of his hand, and with every step he took, the entire heaven and earth transformed into a boundless sea of flames for his use.
Shen Yin had never seen such a dazzling man before. He was like a monarch of flames, capable of incinerating the heavens and boiling the seas. He was invincible. The eight Soul Formation Stage demonic cultivators couldn't last more than three breaths before they were incinerated into ashes by the boundless Great Void True Flames.
"You have a vendetta against the Qing Huan Sect? They deployed half of their forces to kill you. "In contrast to his arrogant demeanor, the man's voice was particularly gentle.
"M-hm." A faint blush appeared on Shen Yin's face, but her bright eyes stared directly at the man before her, not for any other reason than the fact that he was simply too handsome.
"What a coincidence. My mission is to destroy the Qing Huan Sect. Shall we go there together?" Dongfang Ming smiled again.
"M-hm!" Shen Yin nodded vigorously.
This was the first time they had spoken to each other, and it was a simple and direct conversation that connected their fates.
Qing Huan Sect.
The Heavenly Dragon Maiden confessed her love amid a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"Dongfang Ming, be my dao partner!"
"Why?!" Dongfang Ming was startled.
"Because you're handsome!"
Dongfang Ming: "…"
"Because … you saved me!"
Dongfang Ming shook his head. "I don't need someone to repay me with their body. A dao partner is a lifelong event, and it's not something to be trifled with. I can't make a decision without spending over a hundred years together."
"Alright … then I'll be with you for a hundred years first!"
Dongfang Ming: "…"
Her voice began to become gentle and mellow, like a gentle breeze caressing one's cheeks, or like a lover's soft moan.
Time flew by, and the sea turned into a rock.
Shen Yin chased after a drifting dandelion in a sea of dandelions. An Lin and the others saw the gentle expression in Dongfang Ming's eyes.
Shen Yin strolled along the beach as the sun set. Her pristine white toes sank into the golden sand as she hummed a moving song. Dongfang Ming picked up an extremely beautiful seashell and gave it to Shen Yin before grabbing onto her hand. An Lin and the others could feel the warmth of Dongfang Ming's hand and the love in his eyes.
"Xiao Ming, I plan to forge a Celestial Artifact that contains the power of a True Dragon and a Heavenly Phoenix for our child!"
"We're not Daoist companions yet … and you're already thinking about what weapons our children will use?"
"Aiya, it's only a matter of time. Half of the hundred-year promise has already passed …"
The two of them roamed the Nine States, looking for materials to forge weapons.
In order to forge this immortal weapon to perfection, the two of them even sacrificed their own bloodline power to fuse into the weapon.
On the day that the Dragon Sparrow Sword was completed, the True Dragon and Heavenly Phoenix intertwined in mid-air, and a phenomenon of heaven and earth instantly took place.
"Xiao Ming, hug this sword as if you are hugging our child. After all, this sword has the aura of our bloodline."
"Then do we still want to have children?"
"Ah! You scoundrel, you finally admit that I'm your Dao companion? "
"… Fool, if I didn't treat you as my Dao companion, only an idiot would waste eighty years to accompany you."
Shen Yin: "…"
"In another twenty years, I'll go to the Dragon Court and marry you."
"Alright, I'll wait for you!"
Shen Yin's singing voice suddenly changed. An extremely fearful emotion began to appear in her voice.
A series of scenes that she didn't want to recall began to appear in her mind.
The failed Dao Integration Stage product of the Purple Star Realm, the Godfiend of Six Paths, led a hundred-thousand-strong ghostly army toward the Dragon Court of the Eastern Seas.
The ghostly army wreaked havoc, and the East Sea was transformed into a bloody ghostly realm.
Shen Yin looked on at this despairing scene, only to find Dongfang Ming standing in front of her again.
He was still as dazzling as ever. His entire body was like the sun, illuminating Shen Yin's entire world, just like when they had first met.
But this time, it was different from when they first met.
This was the day that they would be parted forever.
The Godfiend of Six Paths was extremely powerful, and Dongfang Ming had to expend all of his power in order to defeat the Godfiend of Six Paths and completely crush the Ghost Tribe army.
Dongfang Ming lay in Shen Yin's arms. His aura was like a candle in the wind, but the gentle expression on his face remained unchanged.
"Shen Yin, I've invented a bloodline transplant spell technique that can transfer my power to you …
"No … You have to live! Have you forgotten our promise? There's only two years left, there's only two years left … "
The young woman sobbed with extreme grief.
The phoenix bloodline flowed through her body like a gentle stream, warming up her frosty body and soul.
"I'm sorry, I didn't keep my promise …"
Her voice was imbued with boundless sorrow and remembrance, drawing tears from the listener's eyes.
An Lin and the others all burst into tears at the sight of Dongfang Ming's death. This was a true sorrow, as if their lover had passed away. It couldn't be helped; they were simply too immersed in the tragedy.
Xu Xiaolan clasped a hand over her heart as tears welled up in her eyes. "Xiao Ming … Why did you leave me?"
An Lin wiped away his tears as his mind was filled with images of Dongfang Ming's smiling face.
His domineering aura, his gentleness, his constant protectiveness, and the love that flowed through his veins unwittingly, all the way up until the moment of his death. All of these emotions erupted forth, and An Lin was completely heartbroken.
"Waah, husband, how could you die? No, I want to die with you! Woof! "Dabai's face was already covered in tears, and he looked as if he had nothing left to live for.
Only the clown stood firmly on the spot, not crying or howling.
He kept reminding himself that a love story that transcended species would never end well. However, what was with this ocean-like sadness? And what kind of liquid was flowing from his face?
Shen Yin's voice gradually began to change. A certain conviction supported her forward as she embarked on the path of dao once again.
Her delicate body seemed to have been imbued with some kind of power, allowing her to forge ahead with all her might.
She was several times more determined and desperate than she had been in the past.
"Xiao Ming, I'll definitely make good use of the power you left in my body …"
The Dragon King's enraged roar erupted from within the Dragon Court. "Shen Yin, you've gone insane! How can the dao of a phoenix and the dao of a true dragon be combined? They're two completely different great daos to begin with, and you'll die if you force them together! "
"There are countless great daos, and there are no restrictions. Why can't I create a new dao?" A faint smile appeared on Shen Yin's face, but her voice was extremely firm. "His power will fuse with mine, and we'll never be separated …"
On this day, heaven and earth tumbled as the ocean surged.
Countless bolts of lightning fell over the East Sea, and the entire sky rumbled incessantly as flames erupted like scorching suns, threatening to evaporate the entire ocean. However, all of this disappeared amid a pained moan from the woman.
Shen Yin had failed her Dao Integration Stage on the East Sea, and her delicate body plummeted from the sky with a forlorn smile on her face.
I still failed. I really don't know why I'm so stubborn. If only I had materialized the True Dragon Dao earlier …
Shen Yin was feeling a little self-deprecating, but for some reason, she didn't feel any remorse in her heart. All she felt was regret that she had failed her Dao Integration Stage. She had used a mystic technique to solidify her consciousness in order to delay her own death.
She arrived at the place where she had first met Dongfang Ming. This was the plateau between the Heavenly River State and the Stone Dragon State.
"What should I call it? I met you in winter, and it was also winter when you left me. How about I call it the Winter Dragon Tomb …"
Shen Yin had constructed a tomb for herself and sealed herself within the Divine Spirit Pillar, waiting for the fated person who could inherit her power.
It had to be said that fate was a very strange thing sometimes.
A beautiful woman had arrived at this dragon tomb.
She possessed the bloodline of the True Dragon and the Divine Phoenix. She had a bloodline connection with Shen Yin, and she had received the approval of the Dragon Sparrow Sword …
Shen Yin felt like if she and Dongfang Ming were to have a child, it would definitely be someone like Xu Xiaolan. Her thousands of years of waiting had not been in vain. She had found someone who was both very surprising and very satisfying to her.
The song drifted into the distance, and Shen Yin's body began to fly toward the pillar of white light.
There were two streams of tears running down her face, and she seemed to be able to see that dazzling figure again. The woman in the white dress gradually became illusionary, and her aura began to dissipate.
The Palace of Heaven began to tremor as cracks began to appear on its walls.
The space within the Winter Dragon Tomb also began to tremor as a series of web-like cracks began to appear.
An Lin and the others came to their senses, and they finally realized that they couldn't stay here any longer as they looked on at the disappearing divine voice.
"Big Sister Shen Yin!" Xu Xiaolan yelled as she ran toward Shen Yin, only to be held back by An Lin.
"Run! We're going to die if we don't leave now! "
An Lin leaped onto his black brick with Xu Xiaolan in tow before flying toward the exit with Dabai and Xiao Chou.
Elder Fate heaved a faint sigh as he made his way toward the spatial gate of the tomb.
The light emanating from the Palace of Heaven slowly dissipated, and the mystic realm that had existed for eight thousand years began to crumble at this moment, as if it was going to completely bury its past.
"How fortunate I am to have been able to spend ninety-eight years with you in this life …"
Shen Yin's voice was like the sound of nature, but it was drowned out by the spatial turbulence of the mystic realm.
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