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Translated by Vaishu

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At the northernmost part of the eastern continent was a vast icy plain.

The ice and snow that never melted and the freezing temperature of the dripping water was enough to kill all the weak lives, leaving only the ferocious beasts with thick skins.

Within the snow curtain that covered the sky, the black afterimages were especially conspicuous.

One of them ran at top speed.

In the blink of an eye, he ascended to the peak of the clouds and mist, passing through countless palace walls and pavilions, and arrived in front of the largest hall.

Even if the Wanren Snow Peak was able to tread on flat land, they could only stand respectfully outside the main hall, waiting for the transfer of layers of information.

Finally, the door opened.

The colorful lights suddenly poured out, accompanied by warm and intoxicating air and bamboo, and the people came into the hall.

The palace door closed behind him, and the snow that filled the sky changed to March.

At the end of the magnificent hall, within the layers of gauze and cloth, a slender figure of a woman could be seen, leaning against the soft bed made of gold sheets.

Even though they could not see her face clearly through the veil, everyone who saw this scene would have an indescribable intuition, thinking that she was a peerless beauty.

The person in the tent didn’t move, and neither did the person who arrived. However, he could feel a sharp gaze on his body, as if his skin and bones were about to be cut apart.

He calmed himself and knelt down to pay his respects.

“Asgard Master, there are some people who have met the Lord at the borders of the Western Land.”

After a while, only when the people kneeling began to sweat profusely did a hand come out from the gauze.

She was delicate and beautiful, like an orchid waiting to be set aside.

For a moment, it was as if the incense in the hall was even stronger.

The hand swung, and the bamboo and song and dance were silent for a moment.

The musicians and dancers silently retreated.

The kneeling man picked up a clear pearl. “We are spies in the Blue Palace, and we carry a Shadow Pearl with us. The last image that will be sent back before death will be your majesty.”

With a wave of her delicate hand, the bead stopped at her fingertip.

She played with the pearls and got up from the tent.

It was soft like a boneless body, with a light and transparent jade-colored dress.

She stood barefooted on the glazed brick.

The tiles reflected her unearthly features.

The sculptures and pearls on the golden wall, the lanterns and ribbons on the painted beams, all began to grow dim at the same time.

Yu Zhan suddenly felt a little bored because no one dared to look at her because she was so beautiful.

When the Sword Saint stepped into the Wasteland, she seemed to feel something.

But for the saints, whatever they wanted to do, she could not stop or even ask.

Now that the saint had left, and Yu Shi was seriously injured, if she wanted to leave the Eastern Continent, who could stop her?

The Northern Emperor was on his deathbed, and that young master of the Institution was getting old.

The woman looked at the beads and smiled, like the March spring breeze blowing thousands of rivers and willows.

Her voice also sounded like she was drunk in the spring breeze. “Let’s go meet His Majesty.”

“Asgard Master, take off —”

“Asgard Master, take off —”

Notifications rang out one after another, echoing from the countless palaces and palaces to the silent snowy peaks.

From the glazed tiles to the pine trees at the edge of the cliff, the snow on them fell with a rustling sound.

The night was dark, and a cold moon broke through the clouds.

Yin Biyue sat on a big tree, wrapped in a black cloak, covered by a thick and huge canopy, almost not visible to the naked eye.

Compared to the fat sheep that came to the Eastern Continent to be slaughtered, no hunter would provoke him so easily now.

He could see far enough to see the borders of the moor.

Calculating the trip, he would be able to leave this place tomorrow and arrive at the nearest village.

Under the cold, bright moonlight, he took out the book in his arms.

It was the “Enchantment Immortal Elder Leng Xiao Fei” that Mr. Headmaster had given him.

The more Yin Biyue thought about it, the more he thought about it as an anecdote. It wasn’t until he started reading the first book three nights ago that he realized it was a few books of notes.

It was a note from the True Immortal Will Soaring Through the Heavens.

There were no technique inheritances, no sword or sword styles. There were only daily life and cultivation, and there were even some trivial things.

If not for the fact that the date and events were correct, the handwriting would be the same as the Lingxiao Sword Ruins of the Compendium Pavilion. It was impossible to tell that this was the life of a true Immortal.

The more he read, the more he found it hard to believe. He compared the details of the notes with the historical texts he had read and found them more logical.

There were some questions regarding the War of the Dao-Demons and the Era of the Saints that had a reasonable explanation for it.

He had never been so close to the truth of history, but the more he looked at it, the more alarmed he became.

“Mo Changyuan is two hundred and fifty, I don’t think so.”

“Tomorrow will be the day of the war, and the people’s hearts will be scattered. It will be difficult to bring the troops along …”

Who would have thought that before the world-shaking war between Dao-Demons, Ling Tianxing would actually write such a thing.

Later, the notes became more and more scrawled, revealing the unsettled state of mind of the recorder.

“I saw Mo Changyuan today. He has changed. Compared to when I was young, I don’t recognize him anymore …”

“He can’t turn back. I killed him.

I don’t want that. “

“I didn’t live a good life. Too bad.”

Yin Biyue closed the book bewildered.

The description of the notebook was simple, but there was an indescribable feeling to it.

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t help but think that if he was Yi Lingxiao, if he wanted to write something down and leave it behind, he would do the same.

He would also choose the ‘Enchantment Immortal’s daughter, Leng Xiao Fei’, a name that was both funny and boring.

But if Yi Lingxiao was really a transcender, then what kind of world was this?

No matter how he looked at it, Yi Lingxiao looked like the protagonist of point X.

Yin Biyue shook his head, feeling that this world could not be judged by common sense.

At first, he thought that his senior was the star character, but when he jumped off the cliff, there were seniors who taught him skills. His senior’s Jia Lan Eye Technique changed into a contrarian Boss.

Later, he met the number one master in the world. He felt that such a carefree and unrestrained life winner would always be the main character. As a result, his master entered the Sword Tomb alone, and he didn’t know when he would be able to return.

He took the book in his arms.

Through the shadows of the trees, he saw the bright moon in the sky.

He suddenly remembered that his senior was in the Vast Expanse, and that he was looking up at the same moon.

There’s a saying, ‘At the ends of the earth.’

The more he thought about it, the quieter it became.

He had come here to cultivate, and his long life here was more real than it had been in the past. It was more of a sense of belonging.

It didn’t matter whether the world had a script or not. Even if there was a ‘villain’ aura, he didn’t want to be a villain anymore.

He only wanted to work hard at his sword practice, to work hard to become stronger, and to live a good life.

He wanted to live up to his Master’s trust and change the Star Path and fate.

Yin Biyue laughed,suddenly turning around and focused.

His battle awareness, his five senses and his judgment were not the only things that improved his life.

It was a group of people walking across the wasteland in a grandiose manner. In the middle of the group was a huge emperor carriage that was as tall as a palace pavilion.

The four experts carried the emperor carriage, shrinking the ground into an inch. Although their speed was fast, the emperor carriage was smooth and unmoving like a mountain.

They came from the north with the chill of the ice.

The Hundred Miles Wasteland was deathly silent in the night.

Yin Biyue guessed at these people’s identities, he realized that he could not defeat any one of the people carrying the chariot, let alone the numerous figures in the tent.

He looked to the north and faintly saw that snowy peak amidst the clouds. It was alone and unreachable.

The most powerful gold palace in the Twelve Palaces had inherited the foundations of the Devil Palace from above.

Tongtian Snow Peak should have been as cold as a grave.

However, the truth was that a thousand years had passed, and there was no one who did not know of the extravagance and prosperity of that place.

The saying that the Golden Palace can satisfy everyone’s illusions about the vast immortal realms is enough to make one’s imagination run wild, even in legends.

Although the royal family of the Northern Land were cheering for their food, the citizens of the capital were also happy and prosperous.

The entire Imperial City, from the palaces and palaces to the ordinary streets and alleyways, was a magnificent sight.

Jumen often stinks of wine and meat, but it’s hard to see frozen to death by the side of the road.

The Eastern Continent was another extreme. There was an immortal realm on the snowy peaks, and a purgatory on the wastelands.

Some were extremely poor while others were extremely extravagant. Some plundered while others were unable to keep their lives safe. There were also some who indulged in unrestrained enjoyment while others drank and sang merrily.

Because the Palace Mistress on the throne was extravagant, the world of ice and snow was a hundred feet red.

He thought about it, it was not expected to meet this Asgard Mistress so quickly.

Even though they were separated by more than ten li of the wasteland, even though they were separated by the vast night and the curtain of the emperor’s carriage, they could only faintly make out a figure. It was extremely beautiful, but also extremely dangerous.

He knew that not a single blade of grass or a tree in the Wasteland could escape his eyes when an expert of this level personally came. There was no meaning in doing or not doing anything.

Thus, he only held his breath, watching as the group of people disappeared into the wilderness.

Fortunately, they were on their way.

His right hand unconsciously gripped the hilt of the sword.

He thought that his rate of improvement was already very fast, and only now did he realize that he was still as weak as an ant in front of a handful of rare experts in the world.

Still not strong enough.

The lakeshore sword emitted a low cry in the night wind. It seemed unwilling, but at the same time, it seemed to echo its master’s intentions.

The disciples of Cangya had been roaming around the northern borders for many days, but there were no more magic cultivators in the villages and towns. They then changed their route to Da Nang, which was beside the floating sea.

If a demonic cultivator wanted to come from the Eastern Lands, he would have to cross the sea.

By now, the merchant ships travelling to and from the Eastern Continent had received the news of Cangya Mountain and had all stopped shipping.

No matter where the ship came from, when it entered the port, it had to undergo a check and pass a detection array.

Worried that the formation would not be repaired over a long period of time, he deliberately tried to reinforce it after arriving in Da Nang and did not leave for a while.

Due to the fact that the Demonic Cultivator had entered the Western Land, the previously noisy port was now much quieter. Several large ships and a nearby lighthouse were silent in the sea breeze.

At the end of the field of vision, there were a few white seabirds circling the thin lines that connected the sky and the sea.

Suddenly, a small black dot broke the silence between blue and white. It split the water and broke the waves, and its speed was so fast that it was unfathomable.

In the blink of an eye, he was already more than a hundred feet away from the shore, so close that he could clearly see the figure standing at the bow of the ship.

The disciples on the shore were astonished. There must be a powerful expert controlling such a small ship to be able to cross a vast ocean.

“Not good!”

A ship from the east!

“Quickly inform Senior Brother Luo!”

“Who is it?!”

The ship was still far from the harbor, and the people on the bow of the ship jumped up, stepping on the waves, their bodies almost swaying in the air.

The newcomer was shrouded in a black cloak, revealing only his gaunt, pale jaw.

Although he did not have any devil Qi, the bloody light surrounding him could almost solidify, making it hard for people to breathe.

Five or six of the Cangya disciples wanted to draw their swords, but they discovered that under such might, they were actually unable to even grasp the hilt of the sword with their fingers.

In the next moment, the white robes of Hai Tian fluttered in the air. They abruptly relaxed and revealed expressions of joy.

“Senior-apprentice Brother Luo is here!”

The newcomer arrived on the shore and stopped in front of Luo Mingchuan.

The surface of the sea suddenly became calm, as if all the formless bloody light and vicious Qi had completely dispersed.

Luo Mingchuan smiled.

As the hood of the cloak came down, the wind howled, and black hair and white hair intertwined.