Luo Qingyao’s mind was in turmoil.
Already disturbed by the sudden change, she even put extra force into mopping, and now she looked like a red apple.
After using spiritual power to clean the traces, she was still troubled by what happened, unaware that a single wisp of pressure had leaked out from this Fangcun Dongtian.
“Ah, why is this barrier damaged…”
Luo Qingyao slowly walked out of the grotto-heaven.
As soon as she came outside, she inadvertently noticed a gap.
She thought it was a trivial matter, but in the near future, she would pay a heavy price for today’s carelessness.
That extremely faint aura followed the grotto-heaven outward, then happened to slip past the previously arranged isolation formation, and just happened to flicker within the sect’s barrier like a flash in the pan.
Ordinarily, such a faint aura was like a breath exhaled unintentionally when someone breathed—nobody would care, as ordinary as a spring breeze.
But this spiritual pressure happened to be emitted by someone who did not belong to this world.
The aura appeared only for an instant, yet not only in the region of the Hidden Immortal Sect, but throughout the entire lower realm, a formidable divine sense swept across.
“Qingyao…?”
At this time, within a cold palace, a woman stood barefoot on the mysterious ice, her disheveled golden hair cascading behind her, but it could not conceal the exquisite face beneath.
The young girl lay prone on the ice coffin, her expression filled with unmistakable confusion and disbelief.
“Although I didn’t find any traces, I definitely captured something just now…”
Her weak voice echoed within the cold palace.
For hundreds of miles around, everything was covered in mysterious ice.
The young girl stood barefoot on the ice surface.
Though the soles of her feet had already turned an enticing pink from the cold, her eyes never left the coffin forged from mysterious ice.
“Qingyao, you left so decisively back then. You’ve made me wait so long. Why? Why couldn’t you just say you loved me…”
The young girl gently caressed the translucent ice coffin.
Inside lay Luo Qingyao’s Immortal Venerate body.
Even though it was completely devoid of life, the corpse of an Immortal Venerate still radiated celestial music, and light shimmered on its surface, as if it were merely asleep.
“I’ve thrown my tantrum. It’s time to come back, isn’t it… Qingyao.”
Gazing at the person she yearned for day and night inside the coffin, the young girl’s voice was only weak and powerless, as if her body had been hollowed out by sorrow.
Yet a suffocating possessiveness remained, even if only the corpse was left.
Luo Qingyao’s Immortal Venerate body lay there, hands and feet tightly bound with chains, and numerous seals of various sizes placed on her body.
The young girl always believed that the other was merely asleep.
Looking at the flawless body, the young girl simply infused her own celestial spiritual power into it, keeping the body as usual—celestial music never fading, spiritual light never dimming.
She slowly turned around and stepped onto the stairs built from mysterious ice.
“Qingyao must be suffering down in the lower realm. I… I have to bring her back.”
At this moment, the young girl’s ice-blue eyes were filled with exhaustion, and faint tear traces hung at the corners of her eyes.
Celestial spiritual energy continuously infused and nourished her.
Though her face was gaunt, only the nourishment of celestial energy kept her vitality from being affected.
“Qingyao must be missing me right now too. Missing me so much she can’t eat or sleep…”
The young girl lightly exhaled a turbid breath, gently sweeping her sleeve to clear the frost from the floor.
The floor of the cold palace was like a transparent block of ice.
Looking downward, one could see an unfathomable abyss.
And this very abyss happened to be the path connecting to the lower realm, bound by the laws of heaven and earth.
The young girl bent down, her fingers gently piercing through the ice surface, and instantly it was as if flames seared her body.
“I still can’t get through, huh…”
The young girl slowly withdrew her probing hand.
Looking at the burn marks on it, the originally delicate skin had already been scorched beyond recognition.
With a light wave of her hand, it instantly returned to its original state.
Even though her current strength was already no different from that of an Immortal Venerate, the laws of heaven and earth would always prevent her.
Those of the upper realm cannot cross the boundary of the lower realm, for it is too fragile. If she forced her way through, only destruction awaited.
“Although it’s very faint, Qingyao must be waiting for me. I can’t wait any longer.”
After saying this, the young girl pointed her finger, and a drop of nectar fell onto the mysterious ice.
Then, carrying a thread of heart-connection energy, it passed through the thick ice and plunged into the abyss.
But the young girl had only done this much when the sky above was already shrouded with dark clouds.
Clearly, the laws had already been set—any interference would be punished.
As the heavenly tribulation thunder struck, the young girl stood in the center without fear.
She watched that drop of celestial dew as it descended, and a calm yet somewhat twisted smile slowly appeared at the corners of her mouth.
“We’ll meet soon, Qingyao.”
Murong Xue had just finished dealing with those traitor matters and returned to her own main peak.
At this moment, all she could think about was Lin Xinyi’s unfathomable behavior earlier.
So much so that she didn’t realize she, as the sect master, was paying too much attention to Lin Xinyi unconsciously.
At the same time, that mysterious young girl who had passed by her side today gave off an inexplicable sense of distortion.
“Lin Xinyi, Senior Sister Lin, Elder Lin.”
Murong Xue slowly landed in a forest pavilion, muttering casually.
But when she mentioned Lin Xinyi, a faint, barely noticeable smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.
Because Lin Xinyi’s reverent attitude toward her was never what Murong Xue wanted.
And that excessive fondness for those hands was never a hobby Murong Xue had developed herself.
‘I really want to add some pleasing decorations to those beautiful hands…’
Luo Qingyao, after finishing tidying up things outside the grotto-heaven, suddenly felt a tremor in her soul, as if sensing something.
Then a cold wind seemed to blow at her back.
“Why do I keep having this bad feeling…”
Murong Xue slowly walked into the pavilion, surrounded by an endless forest.
Perhaps from here she could see the spiritual peak where Lin Xinyi resided.
But what left the deepest impression in her mind was not the current Lin Xinyi.
Staring at the distant peak, her thoughts drifted far away.
Her memories seemed to return to those years when she was just an ordinary inner disciple, while Lin Xinyi was already the sect master’s personal disciple, even becoming the sect master’s closed-door disciple.
In the other’s eyes, she was just a passerby.
“You’re my junior sister, huh? Mediocre looks, just a little bean. But you can be my follower~”
“Hey, what’s your name? Something Mu… Forget it. On this main peak, I’ve got your back~”
“Haha, just killing one demon cultist scares you like this? Come here, let me pat your head~”
Murong Xue’s thoughts drifted far away.
Clearly, their relationship wasn’t like this now, because in Murong Xue’s memory, Lin Xinyi’s demeanor was still the same back then.
It was only later that no one expected she would become the sect master, while Lin Xinyi instead became an elder.
And every time Lin Xinyi saw her, she kept calling her “Sect Master,” as if she had completely forgotten the days they had spent together.
“Senior Sister Lin, could it be that you’ve forgotten…”
Murong Xue slowly rested her cheek on her hand, sitting by the table.
This pavilion was even the place where Lin Xinyi had brought her when she first joined the sect.
Now, the other acted completely like a stranger.
“But standing in front of her like this, watching Elder Lin show a frightened expression, that’s not bad either…”
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