Zhangsun Wuji's silhouette had long since disappeared from sight. Fuyao was still staring in the direction he had left in a daze.
She didn't know why, but as she watched his figure gradually disappear in the wind and snow, her heart sank little by little, as if it was tied to a rugged boulder, dragging it down bit by bit. She felt a faint pain from the grinding, and gradually sank to the bottom.
She clearly felt that she had made the right choice, but deep in her heart, her premonition told her that things were not so simple.
She had an impulse to rush up and grab Zhangsun Wuji, telling him not to go back. He should return to the Limitless Nation and be the ruler of his country. So what if he did not return to his sect? Qiong Cang was an independent country. Other than the sea route, it was not accessible to other countries. Countries could not attack Qiong Cang, but Qiong Cang could not cross the straits to punish Wuji.
But that was his sect, and yet he chose to go back like that.
Now, Fuyao could only place her hopes on Master Wuji's benevolence. From Taiyan's tone, the sect seemed to value Wuji very much. No master could bear to blame such a talented disciple for carrying on the sect's legacy and bringing it to greater heights, right?
She held the bag given by Zhangsun Wuji. It was not heavy, but it felt heavier than a thousand catties.
Opening the bag, there were only a few things inside: a piece of paper, a pill, a folded dagger made of a strange material that was neither gold nor iron, and even a very small prosthetic hand that could be worn on the elbow. There were also some miscellaneous items that he couldn't tell the purpose of.
She did not know what these strange items were used for, but they would definitely come in handy if Zhangsun Wuji gave them. She carefully put them away and hurriedly unfolded the folded paper.
What came into view was Zhangsun Wuji's elegant and lively handwriting. The words were like the person, elegant and graceful.
Fuyao:
Everything in this bag must be carefully kept at all times. Take the pill immediately. Evergreen's Four Realms is about to be activated. This Four Realms Formation is ever-changing, and it is affected by the thoughts of those who enter. Even I do not know all the obstacles. Be careful at every step. If you encounter any difficulties, do not hesitate and listen to Yuan Bao's guidance.
In addition, the life of the Four Realms lies in the formlessness of the flow. Often, when one enters the formation, one does not know it and can take advantage of the gap to injure others. You can climb up high and look around. If you see a greenish-black smoke rising up, that is the entrance of the formation. The southwest corner of the smoke is the door of life. You can enter from there and seize the initiative. Once you enter the formation, the rest is up to you.
As long as one passed the four realms of the Deity Templar, regardless of their identity, they would receive the courtesy of the Deity Templar. Furthermore, they would receive a promise of help from the Deity Templar. This was an iron-clad rule of the Deity Templar that had not changed in a hundred years. Hence, one should not try to force their way through. The Deity Templar's supernatural power was not something that could be coerced.
There is no need to worry about me. My teacher is kind and has always loved me. As long as I return to the shrine, I will definitely let bygones be bygones.
I stayed in the temple, praying for your safety every day, waiting for your arrival.
When you step into Ming Fan's main hall, there will definitely be wine and a banquet to welcome you.
Take care.
She slowly put down the paper and carefully folded it according to the original crease. Holding it in her hand, her fingertips caressed the slightly protruding handwriting, as if she wanted to carve every word into her heart.
When did he write this letter? On the way to the courier station, under the lone lamp, the reflection of the figure on the paper window was that person who was bent over the desk. He was quietly writing the words that he left for her, quietly arranging the most difficult path in the world for her to follow. In the cold night, when the ink fell on the paper, it turned into ice. Every word was heavy, but it was never spoken.
She held such feelings, yet she felt that it was too heavy for her to bear. The thin paper in her palm was as light as a feather, and the content on the paper was lightly written. The haze in her heart grew thicker, yet she did not know where it came from.
The wind and snow swirled and whistled, pouncing on her face. In the midst of the cold, she felt refreshed. In a trance, she seemed to hear his voice whispering in her ear, "Fuyao, when you are confused and in pain, remember that I am waiting for you."
He is waiting for me.
Meng Fuyao took a deep breath and stood up. She said to Yun Hen and the others beside her, "The road ahead is too difficult. Let's part ways here."
She spoke with difficulty, her voice dry. Yun Hen immediately shook his head. He opened his mouth, but before he could say the word 'no', Meng Fuyao suddenly struck.
Meng Fuyao suddenly struck!
Without waiting for Yun Hen, Yao Xun, and Tie Cheng to refuse, or even for them to react, Meng Fuyao struck like a bolt of lightning.
She did not attack Yun Hen, who had the highest level of martial arts. Instead, she swept towards Yao Xun like lightning!
Yao Xun was caught off guard. Just as he opened his mouth, he silently fell to the ground. Yun Hen and Tie Cheng, who were beside him, subconsciously came to his rescue. Meng Fuyao took advantage of their distraction to slap left and right.
Tie Cheng fell to the ground, but Yun Hen dodged, sliding his body to retreat.
Meng Fuyao immediately retracted her hand and slapped the top of her head, mercilessly slapping the top of her head.
Yun Hen was shocked. Just as he retreated, he slid over again and raised his hand to block her elbow.
Suddenly, the Heaven Piercing Saber on Meng Fuyao's waist slid out without a sound. With a quick twist of her waist, the Heaven Piercing Saber, along with its scabbard, struck Yun Hen's waist.
Yun Hen fell to the snowy ground.
These few moves were as fast as lightning. In an instant, Meng Fuyao had already tricked three people into falling.
Looking at the three people beside her, Meng Fuyao slowly closed her eyes.
She remained silent in the wind and snow for a while. Then, she moved the three people to a shelter, took out thick clothes from her bag, and covered them with pine and cypress branches.
Their acupoints could be unsealed in an hour, but staying in such a cold place for too long would harm their bodies.
Since the Nine Nether Dark Realm and the Floating Cloud Sky Region followed the movements of the people who entered the formation, by the time Yun Hen and the others woke up, they would not be able to find the entrance.
Meng Fuyao slowly squatted in front of the three people.
Once they entered the Four Nether Realms, they would either die there or enter the Temple. Perhaps the Temple Master would agree to her request and send her back. Then, there would be no more Meng Fuyao in this world. To those who had wholeheartedly followed and supported her, this departure would be a parting of life and death.
'I'm sorry.
I'll be leaving for a long time. From now on … we'll never meet again. '
Meng Fuyao's gaze slowly swept across everyone's faces. She suppressed the tears that welled up in her eyes, wanting to see their faces clearly.
She wanted to engrave their faces firmly in her memory. If this departure meant death, their faces would warm her in the cold of death. If this departure meant life, then she would slowly recall them in the years to come.
She would remember these people who had accompanied her through nearly three years of trials and tribulations. They had gone through life and death with her. They had witnessed her transmigration across the five continents. She would remember the breathtaking journey of the five continents. She would remember the encounters, acquaintances, companionship, and assistance. She would remember the touching, shock, concern, and warmth.
Then, it would be goodbye forever.
The three of them were quiet as if they were in a deep sleep. They did not know that Meng Fuyao was about to leave them behind.
Meng Fuyao squatted in front of Yao Xun and stuffed a private seal engraved with the mark of "Fuyao" into his hand.
That was the seal of her business, which Yao Xun had helped her earn. It was a pity that Meng Fuyao was so focused on moving forward that she had never inspected the results that Yao Xun was so proud of.
She tugged at Yao Xun's slender face, which had been flattened by the door, and smiled. She recalled the first time she met him. He had been beaten up by her, and then he had escaped twice, only to return to her side in the end.
"You were the first to follow me and helped me earn the most money. It's a pity that I won't be able to spend it in the future … I'll leave it all to you, miser. Do you like it now?"
'I'll give you my property, my subordinate who I met the earliest.'
She shifted her body and squatted in front of Tie Cheng, looking at his simple and honest features.
"Back then, you knelt before my city gate. A man's knee is worth a thousand gold. What else can I give back to you …" She tilted her head and thought for a moment before stuffing the thumb ring that Lei Dong had given her into his hand. "I don't know what use this has. Perhaps it's just Old Lei's private collection? No matter what, Zhan Beiye should know my intentions when he sees this. I'll give you the Great Han Fief in the future. "
She patted Tie Cheng's shoulder and raised her head to think. She recalled the first time she met him in Yao City, and how he had lost to her in archery. "I want to marry you!" His words shocked everyone, and in the end, he became her bodyguard. She had always been stronger than him and did not need much of his strength, but he had stubbornly remembered that he was her bodyguard.
'My most loyal bodyguard, I'll give you my land.'
Finally, she moved in front of Yun Hen, and suddenly fell silent.
This was not her subordinate, but someone who loved her.
He was a young man who loved her silently, but never said it out loud. He had never made any requests or hopes for her.
He was the first young man she had met on her journey across the five continents.
The sword duel at Mount Xuanyuan, the shocking night in the Taiyuan Palace, the Heavenly Fiend True Martial, and the Jianghu world where he had given up his chance to protect her. When she had gone missing, he had searched all over Fufeng, and when he had found her, he had only smiled in relief and silently wiped away all the hardships.
Everyone else had more or less been compensated by her when they had helped her. Only Yun Hen, her benefactor, had never been repaid.
"I'm sorry …" she said softly. "I once thought of helping you get back your identity and honor. I wanted to help you beat those two old farts to death. But I was selfish and only cared about my own business … You don't need that status and money … Yun Hen, I'm probably going to owe you for the rest of my life …"
She thought for a while, tore off a piece of her sleeve, bit her finger, and wrote down the Cleaving Nine Heavens inner force mantra. She then stuffed it into Yun Hen's hand.
"That damned Daoist didn't teach you this. Senior Sister will teach you. Who cares if it's a top-notch secret technique? But it might not be a good thing to learn it. It's up to you. "
She stood up, looked at the three of them deeply, and sighed. "It's a pity I can't see Zhan Beiye and Zong Yue again … Oh well, it'll be troublesome if I see them. Let's leave it at that."
After tidying herself up, she suddenly saw King Kong dozing off on her shoulder. She hesitated for a long time. She was worried about leaving it behind. How could she protect the Witch God's soul if they were to meet with danger in the Four Great Realms?
After hesitating for a long time, she could only ask Sun Wuji to bind its mouth and stuff it into Yun Hen's arms. Then, she carefully covered the three of them with pine branches and leaves.
She then strode away without looking back.
Snow fluttered in the vast sky, and the icy wind whistled. Those who slept dreamed of life and death together, while those who left chose to walk forward alone.
A line of footprints meandered through the thick snow, and was instantly covered by fresh snow.
In the depths of the darkness, in the midst of the chaotic snowstorm, a few figures suddenly flew in the opposite direction of Meng Fuyao.
= = =
Meng Fuyao climbed to the top of a nearby mountain and looked down into the distance. She wondered how she could find the greenish-black smoke in the dark of the night.
Her eyesight had gradually recovered, but she was still unable to see colors accurately. She would probably become color-blind in the future. It would be difficult for her to distinguish the greenish-black smoke with such eyesight.
Nevertheless, her eyes lit up immediately.
In front of her, between two mountain peaks, a wisp of smoke suddenly emerged. In the greyish-white snow, the color was very dark and conspicuous.
Meng Fuyao was overjoyed and immediately ran over. Only when she got closer did she realize that she was in a valley.
The valley did not look strange, and it did not look like there was a formation. However, Meng Fuyao remembered Zhangsun Wuji's instructions and did not dare to let down her guard against the Four Great Realms.
She carefully walked step by step, her moccasins squeaking in the snow. After a few steps, she suddenly felt something strange under her feet. It seemed that there were some potholes under the layer of snow.
She used her feet to brush away the top layer of newly fallen snow. Indeed, there were messy marks under the snow. It looked like the footprints of many people.
She frowned. Was there someone in the valley just now?
As she brushed away the snow, she gradually saw more things: the marks left by weapons, scattered clothes and accessories, and … bloodstains.
The bloodstains were still fresh, bright red like coral pearls on the layer of snow. When Meng Fuyao saw the bright red spots, she suddenly felt a pang in her heart. Then, her eyes turned cold, and her face turned cold.
She touched her face in surprise and actually felt two streams of tears.
Unbeknownst to her, the two streams of tears silently flowed down and instantly froze in the cold wind of the valley.
Meng Fuyao was stunned.
Why would she cry for no reason at all?
Why would she suddenly cry at the sight of a pool of blood?
Blood … She did not know how many times she had seen it in her life. She had seen her own blood, other people's blood, and even more shocking and tragic things than this pool of blood. Why would she cry for no reason at all?
She touched the beads of ice on her face in a daze, her heart pounding.
My heart is tied to … my heart is tied to …
A white light flashed before her eyes, and Lord Ingot suddenly scurried out from her sleeves.
He scurried to the pool of blood and threw himself into the blood-stained snow, arching his head and letting out a shrill cry.
Meng Fuyao stood there, suddenly feeling that her hands and feet were ice-cold. It was a bone-chilling coldness that froze every inch of her meridians and every inch of her flesh and blood.
She raised her hand slowly, as if all the bones in her body were rusted. She could even hear the sound of her joints cracking. She did not even know what she wanted to do with her hand. It was as if she wanted to reach out and grab the faint smile on his back as he left her. She wanted to pull him back from the nightmare she had just experienced.
Her hand touched the cold nothingness. The flying snow fell on her fingertips and chilled her to the bottom of her heart. She stood there blankly. In a trance, she heard the clanking of the chains, the roaring of the wind above the mountains, and the sound of the snow with ice shards beating on the deep wounds.
Suddenly, she threw herself over.
She threw herself onto the pool of blood.
She pressed her face against the pool of blood and vaguely felt a human figure there. It was as if someone had been lying in the snow and blood not long ago. Who was that? Who was that?
The blood-stained snow under her face had a faint, strange fragrance. It was different from any other fragrance in the world, but it was more noble and refreshing, like a lotus in the heavenly palace covered in deep snow. She had long become familiar with that fragrance during her three-year journey, as if it had been carved into her soul. Even if there was only a faint wisp of it left, it was like a huge bell ringing out, ringing out in her consciousness.
Boom!
In that instant, her heart and soul felt as if they had been shattered.
Shattered like the thousands of flying snowflakes on Mount Evergreen, drifting in the chaos between heaven and earth. Wherever they landed, they would be chilled to the bone and broken forever, unable to be warmed or tidied up.
She pressed her face tightly against the blood-stained snow, ignoring the coldness and pain as she tossed and turned. The fresh blood on the snow was gradually mixed into a pink snowflake by her vigorous rubbing, and then slowly stuck to her face, eyelashes, and hair. The pink snowflake could not melt on her cold skin, and then was frozen by her silent tears.
In the end, the snow that was three feet deep was rubbed away by her. The ground was filled with a pink mist of snow. Some of it was the original blood, and some of it was the blood that flowed from her forehead. They were all mixed together and stuck to her body. She knelt down in the snow pit that she dug out, wishing that she could bury herself alive.
Finally, she laid on the soil of Mount Evergreen that had been covered by the snow for many years, silently hugging her head and curling herself into a ball. She curled up so tightly that it seemed as if she wanted to hide under the soil and sleep forever, never to face the heart-wrenching pain.
Suddenly, a white shadow flashed by her side, and a small ball darted out like an arrow in a certain direction.
She immediately raised her head and stared in the direction that Lord Ingot had fled to.
Lord Ingot had dashed out dozens of feet, his speed many times faster than before. Even Meng Fuyao could not see his trajectory clearly. Just as she was about to give chase, Lord Ingot, who had already dashed out dozens of feet, suddenly stopped.
It stopped abruptly, braking in mid-air and falling to the ground. Then, it froze in the snow, motionless.
It raised its heavy head with all its might, looking at the highest point of the Evergreen Temple. Its black eyes were wide open, and the light in its pupils reflected everything it saw, as well as its inconsolable fear.
Previously, Master had shut off his spiritual connection with it, but just now, when his spiritual sense was activated, he could feel everything.
Master was suffering!
It desperately wanted to run in that direction, but was forced to retreat by the command in its heart.
Retreat!
Return to her side!
You can't bring her to me!
Protect her!
That command was extremely weak, and it took a lot of effort to feel it clearly. This weakness made its heart burn with anxiety, but it did not dare to move.
It had been loyal to him all its life, and to all his orders.
In its consciousness, it had not disobeyed.
Lord Ingot stood in the snow, the soft snow quickly sinking into its small body. It took two steps forward, then one step back. It raised its head to look in front of it, and then turned back to look at Meng Fuyao, who was waiting for it to lead the way.
At that moment, the Oracle Divine Rat, who had lived its entire life under its master's protection and pampering, finally understood for the first time what it felt like to be in a difficult situation.
Behind it, Meng Fuyao knelt beside it, almost begging, "Ingot, go, go …"
Lord Ingot remained silent for a long time. Its black eyes gradually shone with fragmented light.
It finally raised its head and looked in that direction.
Then, it turned and climbed up Meng Fuyao's palm.
It hugged her ice-cold fingers and slowly pressed its head against hers. Then, it stopped moving.
Meng Fuyao looked at it, her puzzled expression turning to one of understanding, and finally to the boundless pain.
She did not say anything, nor did she urge it. She carefully closed her fingers and raised Ingot to her forehead, gently pressing it with her blood-stained forehead.
At that moment, she wished that she was the real owner of Ingot, that she could read its mind, understand everything it saw, and know what had happened in the valley after he had left.
But now, she understood that he would not allow her to act rashly. Even when he had left, he had arranged the path for her to take. He did not want her to stray from her predetermined path because of him.
He had paved the path for her all his life, even if it required him to sacrifice his own life and bones.
With every step she took, she was trampling on his bones and his heart.
Meng Fuyao trembled like a withered leaf in the howling midnight wind. She could hear her teeth chattering, and she could hear Ingot, which was pressed against her forehead, letting out a soft cry from its chest.
The same cry rang in her heart, getting louder and louder, until she was dizzy and her thoughts were in a mess.
Fei Yan's Spirit Assimilation Array had injured her brain. Although it was a blessing in disguise and she had succeeded in breaking through the barrier of "Cleaving the Nine Heavens", there were still some sequelae. When she was extremely agitated, she would still have a headache.
The pain suddenly woke her up, and she remembered Zhangsun Wuji's earnest advice. She was immediately shocked. Wuji didn't know what had happened, so she should take care of herself to save him. How could she sink into the pain here and be unable to extricate herself?
She immediately scooped up a handful of snow, wiped her burning forehead, and flew out of the snow pit. Remembering Zhangsun Wuji's instructions about the southwest corner of the smoke, she flew out and turned around.
Her head became dizzy, and her body tilted to one side. When she landed, the scenery around her changed.
The snowy ground disappeared, the valley disappeared, and the blue dome of heaven above her head was covered with stars.
She did not land on the ground. Instead, her body sank, as if she was falling into an abyss!
Her heart thumped, and she suddenly remembered that she had flipped when she leaped out. Her head was in a daze, and she seemed to have turned in the wrong direction in mid-air.
She did not fall into the southwest corner.
She had mistakenly entered the Gate of Death!
= = =
The top of the Nine Heavens, the Land of Divine Punishment.
The highest peak of the Evergreen Sacred Mountain, the Heaven-Receiving Peak.
The peak was three thousand feet tall, its tip pointed towards the sky like a knife. Its highest point was at a right angle, straight up and down, covered with thick ice and snow. It was so slippery that even birds could not stand on it.
The peak of the mountain was hollow, with a radius of only a few dozen feet. There was a craggy cave that was no more than thirty feet long. The cave was also filled with ice and snow. The fierce icy wind that was three thousand feet above the ground would pass through the cave from time to time, whistling and roaring ceaselessly.
In the middle of the cave, there was a human-shaped iron frame connected to the top and bottom of the cave. The frame was faintly stained with solidified blood, indicating that traitors from the Temple had been imprisoned here.
A hundred and fifty years ago, the previous Temple Master suffered from Qigong Deviation in his cultivation. The King of the Yaksha Tribe of the Temple, Sikong Qi, who was known as the Indestructible Golden Body, took the opportunity to collude with the other tribes to rebel. At the critical juncture of success, the dying Temple Master used a divine technique that no one had ever seen before to subdue him. The God Slaying Nail pierced through Sikong Qi's shoulder blade, while the Demon Binding Chain bound his limbs. He was nailed to the top of the Nine Heavens, where the Land of Divine Roars was located. The Yaksha King, whose body was as tough as steel and did not fear any pain in the world, howled in pain for a hundred days and nights before dying on the rack.
The wind was not an ordinary wind. Even if a normal disciple still had his martial arts and his body was in good condition, he would not be able to last more than three days and nights before dying. As a result, the Temple Master didn't need to set up a punishment hall to punish the disciples who had committed crimes. They just needed to send them to the middle of the Sky Reaching Peak.
Everyone in the Evergreen Divine Hall paled at the mention of the Peak of the Nine Heavens. Apart from the fact that the founder of the Evergreen Divine Hall had stayed here for a month three hundred years ago, as well as the fact that the Yaksha King had been imprisoned here, even the kings and elders of the various tribes didn't dare to take a step near this place.
After a hundred and fifty years, the Nine Heavens Torture Rack that buried a genius of a generation welcomed its new sacrificial offering again.
At the middle of the mountain, the palace guards responsible for escorting the disciples stopped. They couldn't climb the slippery ice peak with their armor anymore. Following closely behind King Luo were a group of high-ranking disciples of the Temple.
Three hundred meters away from the peak, the disciples couldn't bear it anymore and stopped at the edge of the cliff. King Luo took over Zhangsun Wuji and said, "I'll go up myself."
"I'll go with you." A person came up from the foot of the mountain. He was wearing a dark green robe and a tall hat of the same color. The disciples all bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, Fourth Elder."
Shortly after, Luo Wang turned around and smiled, "The Fourth Elder is here as well."
Fourth Elder stroked his beard and smiled. "I heard that there was a traitor in the Temple. I was very angry and came to watch the punishment."
He looked at Zhangsun Wuji who was being carried on King Luo's back and frowned. "He's just a traitor who's about to die. He doesn't deserve to be carried by you. Let me do it." He reached out and pulled Zhangsun Wuji down and threw him heavily on the ground.
Zhangsun Wuji landed on the snow-covered ground. His wound trembled and blood spurted out again. His blood seeped into the depths of the unmelted ice, but he still didn't make a sound. He glanced at Fourth Elder indifferently and then looked away.
"Your Highness." Fourth Elder stared at him and sneered. "You dominated the Temple and acted like a tyrant. Did you ever think that this day would come?"
"You flatter me." Zhangsun Wuji coughed lightly. "Those eight words … comments, I think … it's more suitable to be used on Fourth Elder."
"Nonsense!" Fourth Elder's face darkened.
"Three years ago … when you were in charge of the Asura Division, you privately increased the taxes … sent people to extort the believers … intercepted the national tax," Zhangsun Wuji said slowly. "The Temple Master also wanted to invite you … to stay at the Peak of the Nine Heavens for a few days. I … stopped him. Now that I think about it, it's better … to save your … dog called Diabolical Wolf."
"You!" Fourth Elder was furious. He shouted in a low voice, "If it wasn't for you, the Temple Master wouldn't have blamed me. How could I lose the throne of the Asura Division!" The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He lifted his leg and was about to kick Zhangsun Wuji.
King Luo, who had been watching with his sleeves folded, sneered. He then said, "The mountain is slippery. It'll be hard to explain if you kick him off the cliff. Elder, you don't like him. Why don't you nail him to death? What punishment is more suitable for him than the Land of God's Roar?"
"Yes." Fourth Elder smiled. He grabbed Zhangsun Wuji and flew up the cliff. When he saw the torture rack covered with icicles, he raised his eyebrows and sneered. "Your Highness, do you see that? That's the most suitable coffin for you."
He dragged Zhangsun Wuji over and put the "God-Slaying Nails" that had pierced through Zhangsun Wuji's shoulders and wrists through the holes on the rack. Then, he bent the long nails and fastened them to the iron lock mechanism on the rack. In this way, even if Zhangsun Wuji tried to break free despite the destruction of his zhenqi, the connected mechanism would immediately tear his upper body apart and kill him.
After a series of movements, blood gushed out again. The blackened bloodstains on the ice torture rack were once again dyed with fresh red.
Fourth Elder's movements were rough. He wanted to punish Zhangsun Wuji, but he didn't make a sound. The torturer felt bored when he couldn't hear the other party's cries for mercy. Fourth Elder retreated resentfully. He stroked his sleeves and said with a smile, "This God's Roar is really amazing. I can't stand standing in front of this torture rack."
"How could it be?" Jinnara King saw that as soon as Fourth Elder stepped aside, the Nine Heavens Ice Wind immediately roared and hit Zhangsun Wuji. His eyes flashed and he smiled. "Elder, you're too modest. You have profound skills. Why would you be afraid of this?"
"Jinnara King, you've stood at the top of the Nine Heavens. Your skills have also reached perfection." Fourth Elder stroked his beard and smiled meaningfully. "Congratulations, Jinnara King."
"What's there to congratulate?" Jinnara King glanced at him.
"Everyone knows that apart from the Divine Lord, only you, Jinnara King, are qualified to ascend to the throne." Fourth Elder's eyes flashed. "Although the Divine Lord has always been the Divine Lord's, this traitor is treacherous. He deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors. Now that the Divine Lord has handed this traitor over to you, you can imagine his intentions."
"I hope Fourth Elder's words are auspicious." Jinnara King raised his eyebrows and smiled. "If you're lucky enough to inherit the throne, with Fourth Elder's knowledge and talent, the throne of the Yaksha tribe will definitely belong to you."
Fourth Elder's eyebrows danced as he listened. He almost immediately bowed and said, "Congratulations, my Lord." Then he turned and saw Zhangsun Wuji on the rack with his eyes half-closed. His pale face had a faint smile on it. Only then did Fourth Elder remember his status as a supreme Elder. He desperately suppressed the joy on his face and nodded. "If that's the case, I wish Jinnara King that his wish will come true soon."
"Likewise." Jinnara King smiled and slowly pulled out a long silver whip from his bosom.
Fourth Elder raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "Jinnara Whip?" He raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Zhangsun Wuji. He said in surprise, "Jinnara King wants to punish this traitor. It's only that this Jinnara Whip is not to be underestimated. What if …"
The Jinnara Whip could refine the Primordial Spirit, break the tendons and break the bones. The pain was unbearable. Countless people from the temple had died under this whip. Fourth Elder frowned and thought, "Jinnara King hates the Divine Lord to the bone. He actually used this whip. Normally, it would be fine. But now, this traitor is seriously injured and nailed to the top of the Nine Heavens to suffer the wind punishment. How can he withstand the pain of the Jinnara Whip?" He didn't care about Zhangsun Wuji's life. He just felt that since the Divine Lord hadn't ordered the traitor's death yet, torturing him to death so quickly might not be beneficial to his side.
"Elder, don't worry." Jinnara King lightly held the long whip and smiled sinisterly. "I know what I'm doing. I'll make him beg for death."
Holding the long whip in his hand, Jinnara King tilted his head and glanced at Fourth Elder. He didn't say a word.
Receiving Jinnara King's gaze, Fourth Elder seemed to understand something. If the King wanted to punish him, he must also vent his years of hatred towards his political enemies. Maybe he had some other tricks up his sleeves. It was not convenient to do this in front of others. He hurriedly took a step back and smiled. "There are still matters to attend to in the temple. I'll leave first."
"Elder, please." Jinnara King beckoned.
Fourth Elder quickly walked down the peak. When he was about a hundred meters away, he could vaguely hear the sound of the whip cutting through the air. It was even fiercer and stronger than the wind from the Divine Roar. He was so shocked that he trembled. He murmured, "Such great strength. Could it be that one whip can kill someone?"
Then, a cold smile appeared on his face. He turned around and looked at the mountain peak above the clouds. He looked pleased. "It's good that he's dead. From now on, this is the world of my Tianxing Bloodline!"
= = =
Deep into the night, the entire Evergreen Divine Mountain was shrouded in a chaotic darkness. Only the peak of the Divine Mountain, because it was so high above the clouds, was eternally shrouded in cold, moist clouds.
Above the clouds, the wind howled. With a force as fierce as a knife, it pierced through the frozen ice cave.
In the ice cave, on the torture rack, the person being tortured was very quiet. There were no cries, no groans, no cries of pain. If it weren't for the reflection of the person's silhouette on the white ice, it would seem as if the torture rack was empty.
A hundred feet below, the disciples of the Divine Hall who had been ordered to guard the place looked at each other in the ice room. They had all heard of the terror of the Land of God Roar and the tragic death of the Yaksha King a hundred years ago. They had thought that they would be disturbed by the cries and wouldn't be able to sleep for the whole night. They didn't expect it to be so quiet.
After the surprise, there was admiration. The Divine Lord was indeed the Divine Lord. Even when he was in such a state, he didn't give in. He was nailed to the top of the Nine Heavens with his heavily injured body. As for them, they were all full of spirit and energy. They constantly circulated their energy to ward off the cold. It had only been a day, but they already couldn't withstand the cold air in the middle of the mountain. They really didn't know what kind of endurance and willpower His Highness, whose martial arts were restricted and couldn't circulate, had to endure for so long.
Footsteps came from the foot of the mountain. The disciples who came to take over the shift had arrived. The guards were instantly delighted and came out to welcome them. They stomped their feet and sighed. They complained, "Why are you only here now? I'm frozen to death …"
"Aren't we punctual?" The disciple who took over the shift also complained. "We came fifteen minutes earlier."
The two groups of people bickered with each other and only cared about changing shifts. They didn't notice that a black shadow had silently floated up to the side of the cliff.
The masked black shadow's Lightness Skill was superb. He floated past the group of disciples like the clouds in the middle of the mountain. He went straight to the top of the cliff and disappeared into the ice cave in a flash.
The ground was slippery and covered with mirror-like ice. The man seemed to be in a state of shock. His martial arts were obviously excellent, but he slipped and fell down the cave. He slid to the feet of Zhangsun Wuji.
The man didn't get up. He hugged Zhangsun Wuji's waist together with the ice-cold torture rack. He didn't say anything. After a long while, there seemed to be a thin stream of water dripping down. Before it fell to the ground, it turned into ice and fell on the ice with a tinkling sound.
"Don't … cry." Zhangsun Wuji closed his eyes and didn't see who it was. He said softly, "Be careful … don't be heard …"
The man immediately quieted down. He got up and went behind Zhangsun Wuji. He reached out to pull the chain that was connected to the long nail.
The man's gesture was very careful. He pulled the chain with one hand and the lock with the other, for fear that he would hurt Zhangsun Wuji if he pulled it carelessly. However, the lock didn't move at all. Zhangsun Wuji let out a muffled groan.
The man didn't dare to move again. His eyes dimmed in the darkness. Zhangsun Wuji said softly, "Don't … can't pull it …"
He put down his hand disappointedly. His fingers swept across Zhangsun Wuji's body, which was colder than ice. The man shivered. He took out a medicinal pill from his bosom and fed it to Zhangsun Wuji. He then took out a thin piece of black fur. He pulled open Zhangsun Wuji's clothes and put it on his chest.
Then he walked to the torture rack. He seemed to want to block a gust of wind for Zhangsun Wuji. However, he remembered that there was wind behind him. He turned back and paced back and forth, feeling very helpless.
Zhangsun Wuji opened his eyes and smiled tiredly at the busy shadow. He said in a low voice, "It's … hard on you. Actually … don't worry about … me."
The man couldn't bear to look at his smile. He raised his hand to cover his eyes and said, "Don't …"
"I only beg you … I only beg you …" Zhangsun Wuji closed his eyes and murmured, "Her side …"
The man let go of his hand and turned around.
Zhangsun Wuji also did not speak. In the darkness, no one cried, no one groaned. It was a frozen silence. However, only those who were in it could feel the great endurance and the desperate resistance that even the bones were about to crack in the silence. The power that came from the depths of the soul faintly rang in the silence, stirring up shocking echoes that crashed against the walls of the ice cave. Even the howling wind and the towering mountain trembled.
The man finally couldn't bear the huge silent impact. His body trembled. His fingers gripped the cave wall tightly. His fingertips sank deep into the ice, and a faint blood color bloomed.
After a while, he struggled and said with difficulty, "I'll try …"
Zhangsun Wuji slowly let out a long breath, smiling happily. His complexion was frighteningly pale, and his smile bloomed like a flower of ice and snow. That smile was resplendent and beautiful, but it also made people feel that the beauty was fleeting in an instant.
The man looked at that smile and slowly turned around. After a while, he murmured, "Why …"
Zhangsun Wuji slowly raised his eyes. His gaze passed through the chaotic snow mist of the mountains and gazed in the direction of his heart.
Did she reach there? Did she enter the Four Great Realms? Did everything go well with her?
I hope she has a safe journey.
Bitter … maybe it was bitter. However, he still felt that the luck of being with her was worth all the pain he had suffered in this life.
A smile blossomed on his face as he felt slightly satisfied. He felt that his life was as precious as gold and jade, that he was the richest man in the world. However, the happiest moment of his life was still when she looked at him seriously. Her clear and bright eyes were filled with his image, and from then on, the poverty and paleness of his life were filled.
"Why … suffer like this …" The man still murmured absentmindedly, "How much more do you have to pay for her? Even the great rivers and mountains are not worth a glance. Don't tell me you don't even cherish your life? "
Zhangsun Wuji was silent. After a long time, he smiled faintly.
"To be with her … do I need to go to hell?"
The masked man turned around in shock.
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