Ku He, still a young man, and Xiao En, with a face full of shock, began to climb up the snowy mountain. Their faces were no longer frozen by the wind and snow that filled the sky. Instead, they were filled with a complex mix of emotions: excitement, joy, nervousness, excitement, and a faint sense of fear.
There was no fear on Ku He's face, only incomparable fanaticism. He was an Ascetic Monk, and his whole life he had longed to be able to touch the door of the temple with his own hands, to be able to gently kowtow to the stone steps in front of the temple.
The vast universe on the snowy mountain seemed very close, but when the two of them tried to approach it, they discovered that the temple was an extremely distant existence. After climbing for a long time, they felt that the temple was getting further and further away. Those black, solemn stone walls were like an illusory shadow that could vanish into the snowy mountain at any moment.
According to legend, the temple only appeared twice a year. Ku He and Xiao En did not want to give up on this opportunity, so they used all their strength to climb up the snowy mountain. They didn't know how long they had climbed, but their bodies were covered in cuts from the icicles. They were dripping with blood, and they left two faint lines of blood on the snowy ground.
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With a clap, Ku He's palm finally touched the stone steps in front of the temple. The young Ascetic Monk could not help but impudently clap twice, expressing the ecstasy and indescribable excitement in his heart.
Xiao En was slower than him. He secretly gripped the hidden weapon in his sleeve, and looked at the main door of the temple with a trace of fear. This door was at least seven meters tall, like a book that a god had thrown into the mortal world. The door in the Wei Kingdom's palace looked like a miniature version of the door of the temple. It was far less grand and majestic than this temple. It was indeed not a place for mortals to live.
The stone walls of the temple were covered in dust. It must have been many years since anyone had come to visit this most mysterious place in the world.
Xiao En swallowed and prepared to find a way to enter the temple. He had been entrusted with an important task by the Emperor, and had requested the recipe for immortality. Now that success was at hand, he was naturally excited. But Ku He was not like him. He very devoutly knelt in front of the temple, constantly kowtowing. Gradually, blood began to seep from his forehead.
He walked towards the door of the temple and stretched out his hand, but he could not touch the giant door. It seemed that as his fingertips moved forward, the giant door was retreating in a strange way.
The Divine Temple was right in front of them, but it was far away.
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Thirty years later, in the cave, the dying Sean's eyes were filled with a trace of sadness.
"I couldn't get in."
Fan Xian loosened his tightly clenched hands and quietly said, "This is something that can be imagined. Otherwise, the Four Great Grandmasters would become the Five Great Grandmasters."
"Ku He is stronger than me. Even if I had his luck, I would not be able to enter the realm of a Great Grandmaster." Xiao En shook his head. "But Ku He was not able to enter either. That temple seemed to be protected by some mysterious power. Back then, Ku He and I were the strongest warriors in the world, and yet we were unable to enter."
Fan Xian came to a realization. Among the secrets of the world, Teacher Fei Jie had once mentioned that Ku He had knelt on the stone steps in front of the Temple for a long time before he gained the power to dominate a region. It seemed that this rumor was somewhat true. He suddenly furrowed his brows and asked, "What exactly is a temple?"
This was a question that Xiao En could not answer. The old man said weakly, "There is a large plaque at the front door of the Divine Temple. But it is very old, and I cannot make out what is written on it. I suspect that it is a rune left behind by the heavens."
Fan Xian's heart trembled. "What kind of rune is it?"
Xiao En looked at the excited Fan Xian, and his eyebrows twitched. It seemed that this young man, on the brink of death, was still so curious about the unknown. He was a little interested.
"It is the character 'Wu'..." The old man stretched out his finger with some difficulty and gestured in the air.
Fan Xian immediately understood, and said to himself, "The hidden dragon does not use?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he laughed in spite of himself.
"There are three identical runes," Xiao En continued. His finger moved up and down in the air, and then up and down again, drawing two arcs. His fingertips pierced through the air, giving off a mysterious feeling.
Fan Xian was a little surprised. He knew that he could not discover anything from such simple runes. Did the Divine Temple have anything to do with his rebirth? Did it have anything to do with his mother? It seemed that he would have to wait for the future to find out. But he might not be as lucky as Ku He and Xiao En, who would be able to survive the long polar night.
"I don't think the story ends so simply."
Xiao En coughed. "That's right... when a goal that you have so painstakingly pursued is right in front of you, but you can never reach it, you will always feel a strong sense of dissatisfaction."
"Ku He very sincerely knelt on the stone steps in front of the Divine Temple, and I began to slowly walk towards the high wall on the side of the mountain."
Outside the cave, the darkness enveloped the two of them. There was no fire, so there was no light. Xiao En's indifferent voice recounted the events of decades ago, and it seemed very strange. Fan Xian suddenly said in a soft voice, "You were looking for a sewer?"
Xiao En looked at the young man's silhouette at the mouth of the cave. "You were in the same profession. Of course you knew what I would have done."
"You couldn't even get close to the wall... how could you have entered the Divine Temple through a sewer? Besides... "Fan Xian frowned." For a place like this left behind by the heavens, it is not certain that there would be a sewer. "
"So I failed," Xiao En said straightforwardly. "Now that I think about it, I was very brave at the time. Facing the Divine Temple, I still thought of these earthly methods."
"And then?"
"And then..." Xiao En sank into a very strange mood. "Then I walked back to the main entrance of the Divine Temple, and found that Ku He was putting something in his pocket. I was a little curious, and just as I was about to ask him about it..."
The old man's speech slowed, and Fan Xian's heart jumped.
"The door of the Divine Temple... opened."
"Huh?" Fan Xian subconsciously moved a little closer to Xiao En, as if he wanted to protect this guy from thirty years ago.
An absurd smile appeared in Xiao En's eyes. In a hoarse voice, he said, "The door of the Divine Temple opened without a sound. I was overjoyed, and just as I was about to enter, from the world's largest door, a most wonderful person suddenly ran out."
"The most wonderful person?"
"Yes, it was a little fairy."
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Xiao En stood stupidly outside the door of the Divine Temple, watching helplessly as a little girl rushed into his arms. He almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ku He rush to the door of the Divine Temple like a ferocious tiger, tangling with a black light inside the Divine Temple.
The young Ku He was already the youngest superior ninth-level master in the world. At this moment, he was stimulated by some unknown reason, and the power within his body was completely unleashed to the peak. He was actually entangled with the mysterious black shadow inside the Divine Temple. Qi flew in all directions, and the snow was thrown into chaos.
After a few breaths, Xiao En remembered that there was a little girl in his arms. Before he could react, he heard the little girl shout to Ku He, who was on the bluestone steps, "Retreat!"
It was a very simple word, but coming from the mouth of the little girl, it was as if she was the ruler of a generation. No one could question her. That kind of natural power made Xiao En's heart tremble, and then he received a slap in the face.
"You retreat too!"
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Ku He floated away, and Xiao En, holding the little girl in his arms, tumbled down the stone steps. He was thirty meters away from the main door of the Divine Temple.
The black light suddenly shrank back into the Divine Temple, and did not pursue. Xiao En looked at the giant door with lingering fear. He thought that the black light seemed to be a human figure, and he could not help but be afraid — because Ku He was now beside him, spitting up blood. Even Ku He was not a match for the other. The people inside the Divine Temple could not be viewed with the eyes of mortals.
He came to a realization very quickly. It must have been that when he went to find the sewers, Ku He, who was kneeling on the bluestone steps, and the little girl in his arms had come to some kind of agreement to help her escape from the Divine Temple.
But... who was this little girl?
"Hold me, pull him, go."
The little girl seemed to be a little afraid of the cold, and buried her face in Xiao En's chest. Xiao En did not dare to be negligent. He grabbed Ku He by the collar and ran down the snowy mountain.
He did not know how long they ran, but he finally ran back to his tent. It was not until he sat down in his tent, panting, that he came to his senses. Why did he run? The elixir of immortality that His Majesty wanted had not yet arrived. Why did he listen to this little girl? And strangely enough, the immortals in the Divine Temple did not chase him.
Xiao En turned around and saw the little girl crouching, pinching her nose, looking at the leftover human bones in the corner of the tent.
"What a pitiful and hateful human." The little girl turned around and looked at Xiao En. It was only now that Xiao En could see her face clearly.
Clear as water, pure as snow, eyes like stars. She was a beauty that no mortal should have.
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In the darkness of the cave, Fan Xian's expression could not be seen, but his voice was a little strange. "How old was that little girl?"
"Four years old. At most four years old." Xiao En's eyes were open, and it was as if he could still see that beautiful face. "When I held her in my arms, I felt that she was so light it was like she did not exist."
Fan Xian was a little confused. "Also four years old?"
"Why do you say also?"
"It's nothing." Fan Xian smiled, and his eyes lit up. "Do you know who that little girl is?"
Xiao En spoke with absolute certainty. "Of course I do. She is a little girl who longs for the world of mortals, so she ran out of the Divine Temple!"
Fan Xian laughed and shook his finger. "Believe me, she is just a little girl who ran into the Divine Temple to steal things."
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