The sky darkened.
The rumbling of thunder resounded throughout the world, and the frenzied lightning tore through the sky, as if an angry god was roaring in the sky, illuminating the dark Kunlun Mountain.
Light and shadow intertwined. The light was only for a moment, but the dark shadows seemed to be everywhere, and would continue like this forever. The entire gigantic Kunlun Mountain flickered in the storm, lightning, and thunder, except for one place.
That was between the clouds in the sky.
The four strange peaks floating in the sky were majestic and motionless, and in the mysterious forbidden area below them, the thick fog that never dissipated all year round was not affected by the storm at all. All the raindrops fell silently into the thick fog, and there was no longer any movement. The thick fog did not show any signs of shrinking or retreating. Sometimes, this strange thick fog even slowly expanded outwards, slowly drifting towards the four strange peaks in the sky.
This was the most deserted and empty day of the year in the most important sacred place of the Kunlun Party. Because unless they were in closed-door training or could not come out for other reasons, most of the Yuanying Zhenren who cultivated between the clouds in the sky would go to Zhengyang Hall of Tiankun Peak. As for the remaining two Deity Transformation Stage Zhenren Tianlan, he rarely came back, and Hakushin Jinkun had also left Winter Peak on this day a few years ago to support Zhenren Idle Month.
The wind and rain were mournful, and the fog was misty. It seemed that no one was paying attention to this place anymore. Only the thick fog kept drifting in the air, looking at the dark night sky.
Among the four mystical peaks of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, the Winter Peak had always been a very peculiar peak. On this torrential night, the other three peaks were drenched by the rain, but the Winter Peak was the only one that didn't have any rain.
Because it was too cold on this peak, almost all the raindrops would immediately turn into frost when they fell, and then turn into wind and snow that slowly drifted down.
In the world of wind and snow, it was cold and lonely. Transparent icicles of different shapes could be seen everywhere, reflecting each other with a beautiful and psychedelic luster, as if it was a fairyland that was completely different from the outside world. This place was so beautiful, but there was no one around. It seemed like a place where no one should live.
Hakushin Jinkun's Immortal's Cave was located at the peak of Winter Peak surrounded by a violent snowstorm. Legend has it that once a Deity Transformation Stage True Monarch, a supreme great cultivator, all of them would possess peerless divine abilities that could penetrate the heavens and the earth, countless marvelous Daoist techniques, and innumerable magical treasures and spirit materials. Furthermore, they would meticulously set up a magical Immortal's Cave that belonged only to them. Inside, there were all kinds of mystical things, countless formations, the gathering of countless essence from the world, and all kinds of unimaginably fierce restrictive mechanisms. There was even a saying in the cultivation world: Never challenge a living Soul Formation Perfected Monarch in a Perfected Monarch's cave abode, even if you were a Soul Formation Perfected Monarch.
Only dead Perfected Monarchs of Divine Transformation Realm would have their Cave Abodes loosened after a long time, allowing outsiders to spy on them. In the long history of the Divine Central Continent, every ancient Perfected Monarch's cave abode was an inconceivably huge treasure trove. Just a word or two about it was enough to drive the world crazy. Even so, the ancient Perfected Monarch's cave abodes that had been passed down from ancient times were still extremely dangerous places. Over the years, they had claimed the lives of countless explorers who yearned for treasure.
… …
Zhuo Xian stood quietly outside the cave abode on Winter Peak. The wind and snow drifted past and landed on his shoulders, but he seemed to be unaware of it. High above his head was the Perfected Monarch's cave abode that was wrapped in a violent snowstorm.
Occasionally, he would raise his head in the cold wind and glance at the mysterious abode high above. But even with his current Jin Dan realm eyesight, he was unable to see through the snowstorm, so he couldn't see the appearance of the abode clearly.
He had never been to the top of the Winter Peak, and he had never seen the cave mansion before.
He had always had a wish in his heart. He wanted to take a look at his Master's cave abode, to see for himself whether the cave abode of the most powerful cultivator in the world was really as magical and powerful as the legends said.
But, after so many years, he still didn't have this opportunity.
But it didn't matter. Zhuo Xian had always been a very patient person. He could wait, and he was willing to wait. Just like now, he was waiting for his Master Hakushin Jinkun to come down from the abode high above. Even if the cold wind hit his face and the ice and snow froze him, he didn't care in the slightest.
On the snowy ground beside him, there was a large wooden chest. Sometimes he would glance at it, and then he would look away.
The night was deep, and the wind and snow drifted.
Suddenly, a whistling sound came from the vault of heaven. In an instant, the sky was filled with wind and snow, swirling up into the air. They gathered at one point and then suddenly dispersed, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers. In the wind and snow, a figure floated down. His appearance was haggard, and his eyes were full of spirit. It was Hakushin Jinkun.
Zhuo Xian deeply lowered his head. With a respectful expression, he bowed and said, "Shizun."
Hakushin Jinkun stood with his hands clasped behind his back. With an indifferent expression, he said, "Change your clothes."
Zhuo Xian responded. He turned around and opened the chest beside him. A gust of cold wind blew past, revealing a set of solemn and dignified formal attire in the chest.
For many years, wearing formal attire had always been the privilege of the Sect Leader during the Sect Council. And as the Master of Immortal Idle Month, as long as Hakushin Jinkun sat there solemnly and solemnly in this set of attire, there was no need for any words to explain everything.
Just as Zhuo Xian bent over and was about to pick up the formal attire for his Master to wear, he suddenly heard Hakushin Jinkun's question coming from behind him.
"Are you the only one on this mountain?"
Zhuo Xian's body suddenly stiffened. His fingers that had just touched the soft formal attire only felt an endless chill suddenly rushing into his body from his fingers, freezing the blood in his entire body.
He even subconsciously held his breath.
…
It was pitch-black outside the window. Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and heavy rain poured down, making people a little flustered.
Sitting in front of the window, Yi Xin felt a little uneasy. At this time, a light sound suddenly came from the bed behind her, startling her and causing her to quickly look back. She saw that Sumo, who was lying on the bed, was still unconscious. She just turned over and muttered something, but her expression was actually a little frightened, as if she was dreaming of something terrible.
Yi Xin relaxed, but she immediately felt a little funny. Although she was also born in an aristocratic family in Kunwu City, she wasn't familiar with the other members of the Su family except for Su Qingjun, whom she had become close to these days. As for Sumo, she was usually a tyrant in Kunwu City, so she always kept a respectful distance from her.
Speaking of today, it was the first time she was alone in a room with this person. She didn't know why, but she always felt a little strange. Therefore, when she saw Sumo turning over in her sleep in fright, Yi Xin didn't go forward to comfort her.
At this time, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. If the person lying on that bed right now was Brother Lu, what would she do?
Would she go over and take care of him?
Maybe, she should … she would.
She giggled and suddenly felt her face become a little hot, so she became a little shy and complained in a low voice. It was unknown whether she was talking about herself or cursing Lu Chen.
But after standing like this for a while, she still opened the door and walked out. Just like that, she stood in the corridor outside the room.
A gust of cold wind mixed with raindrops blew over, blowing against her face. She took a deep breath and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
Originally, on such a dark day, a girl alone in a room with a strange man didn't look right, so it was better to just stand outside the door.
Yi Xin smiled as she looked at the rainy night. The surrounding houses were still deserted, and the people who went to Heavenly Kun Peak still hadn't returned.
… …
On the Winter Peak amidst the clouds in the sky.
Zhuo Xian slightly bent his body. His fingers touched the dress. In this cold and snowy night, for some reason, a drop of sweat suddenly dripped down his forehead.
It was also at this time that the old man standing behind him in the wind and snow said very indifferently, "Where's that girl White Lotus? Where did she go?"
Zhuo Xian closed his eyes and opened them again. In that instant, he took a deep breath and everything returned to normal in the blink of an eye. The smile returned to his face.
He reached out and picked up the dress from the big box, spread it out in his hands, and respectfully carried it towards Hakushin Jinkun. At the same time, he said with a smile, "Little Junior Sister went down the mountain earlier."
Hakushin Jinkun snorted and said, "What's she doing down the mountain instead of cultivating on the mountain? Naughty and mischievous! "
Zhuo Xian walked to Hakushin Jinkun's side, lifted the two sleeves of the dress with both hands, and helped Hakushin Jinkun put it on slowly. At the same time, he said with a smile, "Although Little Junior Sister's talent is outstanding and rare, she is still a child after all. Sometimes, it's not a big deal to play around a little."
After Hakushin Jinkun put on the dress, he let Zhuo Xian button up those gorgeous but also very complicated buttons in front of him. At the same time, he frowned and said to him, "You and Idle Month are both her Senior Brothers. When I'm not around, you should also strictly control White Lotus and not let her loose."
Zhuo Xian nodded and said, "Yes, I understand."
As they spoke, the dress was put on. Hakushin Jinkun shook his sleeves slightly, and the two snowflakes beside him turned into a whirlpool. Then, they quietly dispersed and slowly floated down.
"Let's go. We'll help your Senior Brother to hold the fort one last time." Hakushin Jinkun said lightly, and then his gaze drifted to the distance. In the distance, there was a misty wind and snow, and wisps of mist were floating in the air.
"It's very foggy tonight." He sighed and walked forward.
However, he had only taken a few steps when his body suddenly stopped.
There was silence on Winter Peak. It seemed that even the snowflakes were falling silently, and the whole world was desolate and cold.
He slowly turned around and looked in the direction he was just now.
The thick mist lingered in the wind and snow, but it did not dissipate. Unknowingly, the mist at the bottom of the four strange peaks had spread to the top of Winter Peak. At the same time, at the edge of the wind and snow and the mist, there was a sudden ripple in the mist.
An unusually tall and burly figure appeared indistinctly in the mist.
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