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Chapter 412 Winter Has Arrived, Gods Descend Upon the Frozen Sea!

Fang Qingyu's voice was very soft, even carrying a hint of his usual calm.

The words fell.

The tea room fell into a deathly silence.

The astonishment on the boy's face lasted only a moment, as fleeting as an illusion.

He did not respond to Fang Qingyu's question immediately.

Those clear, almost eerie eyes swept over Fang Qingyu in an instant.

It was firmly fixed on the figure beside Fang Qingyu, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, with a high ponytail.

The nonchalant smile on his lips froze.

A subtle, indescribable shock and apprehension flashed deep within his pupils.

It was as if a lazy beast had suddenly encountered its natural enemy, and every nerve in its body instinctively tensed up.

He slowly stood up.

"Ah"

The boy broke the silence with a short, ambiguous laugh.

His face once again wore that harmless smile, but there was no warmth left in the depths of his eyes.

"No? Since you don't want to, then I'll leave."

He shrugged, but his gaze never left Zhulong for a moment.

Goodbye, Sister Zhulong.

The young man bowed slightly, his movements elegant and fluid.

With an almost perfunctory politeness.

Before he finished speaking, his figure flickered violently, like a video with a poor signal.

It instantly became transparent and blurred.

It was about to be completely integrated into the space.

However.
Just as his figure was about to completely disappear.

The candle dragon stands still like a sculpture.

Moved.

She didn't even turn her head to look at the boy who was about to disappear.

She simply raised her slender, jade-like right hand with her fingers spread, and gently clenched it in the void in the direction the boy had disappeared.

hum.

The space trembled violently, like a lake surface tossed with a giant rock.

Visible ripples spread outwards in concentric circles.

"Ugh—!"

A muffled groan, suppressed with pain and horror, suddenly exploded from the void.

It was less than three meters in front of Zhulong's five fingers, which were clenched in a fist.

That distorted and turbulent space seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand.

The air was compressed to its limit, making a creaking sound.

next moment.

That distorted space was suddenly torn apart.

A figure, as if forcibly ripped from a painting, fell awkwardly from the void.

It was the same boy who had just been smiling and laughing as he was about to leave.

At this moment, his handsome face was devoid of any composure.

Instead, there was a sense of panic and pain, as if one were being choked.

His body was suspended in mid-air, his neck gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

Zhulong's right hand remained clenched in mid-air.

The five fingers are slightly clenched.

The boy was then gripped by the invisible hand of space, his feet leaving the ground.

Like a butterfly pinned to a specimen board, it was brought before Zhulong without any power to resist.

He frantically tried to pry open the invisible shackles around his neck with both hands.

His face turned bright red.

For the first time, genuine fear showed in his eyes.

"Sister, I was wrong."

The boy's voice was hoarse and strained, carrying an unprecedented air of ingratiation and humility.

There was no trace of the previous laziness and arrogance left.

"I shouldn't have had such thoughts. I swear! I'll leave right now. I haven't even done anything yet. Please, have mercy on me this once. Just this once!"

He forced a smile, his eyes filled with pleading.

There was no trace of the previous disregard for Da Lei.

Did they view Fang Qingyu as an ant?
Zhulong finally slowly turned his head, revealing his black and white heterochromatic eyes that held the secrets of the universe's birth and death.

The calm light fell on the boy's handsome face, which was contorted with suffocation and fear.

His eyes remained completely expressionless.

The tea room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Fang Qingyu's starry eyes narrowed slightly.

This was the first time he had witnessed Zhulong take action.

There was no earth-shattering momentum.

It was just a simple handshake.

A powerful god who could easily threaten an existence like Da Lei was as fragile as an infant in front of her.

Zhulong looked at the boy's pleading expression and parted her red lips slightly.

The clear, cold voice was like ice beads rolling onto a jade plate.

The sound echoed clearly in the quiet tea room:

"If it happens again, I will kill you for a thousand years."

His tone was as flat as stating a given fact.

The boy shuddered violently, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

The fear deep in his eyes instantly transformed into a bone-chilling cold.

He could clearly sense the extreme seriousness beneath Zhulong's indifferent tone.

For her, killing a god takes a thousand years.
It's likely that this is truly a death sentence, not just empty threats.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! There will never be a next time! I promise! I swear!"

The boy nodded eagerly.

Zhulong's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, as if to confirm the truth of his words.

Then, his loosely clenched right hand loosened very slightly.

"Cough cough cough!"

The invisible spatial force that had been gripping the boy's neck suddenly dissipated.

The boy clutched his neck and coughed violently, gasping for breath.

Then he dared not look at Zhulong again, nor did he dare to linger for even a moment.

"Thank you, Sister Xie, for sparing my life!"

The boy struggled to his feet and bowed deeply in the direction of the Candle Dragon, his movements hurried and fearful.

Immediately, the space around him fluctuated violently once again.

The figure vanished without a trace, as if erased by an eraser.

This time, he really ran, faster than ever before.

Not even a ripple in space was left behind, for fear that the Candle Dragon would change his mind.

Only a faint scent of wind remained in the air.

With the complete disappearance of the boy.

The suffocating, oppressive atmosphere in the tea room receded like the tide.

The stagnant air began to flow again.

The faint sounds of the city outside the window reached my ears again.

Da Lei's tense body finally relaxed.

The fabric on my back was soaked with cold sweat.

The way he looked at Zhulong.

It was filled with indescribable awe and gratitude.

He then immediately straightened his clothes.

With steady yet extremely respectful steps, he walked up to Zhulong and bowed deeply.

They performed an ancient and solemn ceremony:

"Junior Da Lei greets Lord Zhulong! Thank you for your help in resolving this crisis!"

Zhulong withdrew his gaze from the direction where the boy had disappeared and landed on Da Lei. His clear black and white eyes remained emotionless, and he simply nodded very slightly.

This was a response to Da Lei's thanks and greeting.

"It doesn't matter."

Her cool voice rang out, but her gaze had already passed over him.

"Where is she?"

Da Lei understood what Zhulong referred to.

Not daring to be negligent in the slightest, he stepped aside to make way and respectfully gestured for her to come: "Lady Nuba is deep within the quiet room I arranged. Please follow me, Lord Zhulong."

He then looked at Fang Qingyu and nodded with a complicated expression: "Please come along too."

Fang Qingyu immediately nodded and followed.

The three of them said no more and, led by Da Lei, quickly left the oppressive tea room.

Walk through the corridor covered with a thick carpet.

We arrived at an elevator.

The elevator door slid open silently.

Da Lei pressed the bottommost button.

The elevator started moving and descended smoothly and quickly, with the numbers on the display screen jumping rapidly.

The small space was completely silent, with only the low hum of the elevator running.

Zhulong stood quietly in a corner, his eyes lowered, lost in thought.

Fang Qingyu stared intently at the fluctuating numbers, his mind racing.

Da Lei stood in front of the control panel, his expression returning to its usual calm.

The elevator continued its descent, as if it were about to sink into the depths of the earth.

The depth of the descent far exceeded Fang Qingyu's expectations.

It extends at least several hundred meters underground.

"Ding--"

A crisp notification sound broke the silence.

The elevator doors slid open silently to both sides.

A pure, chilling aura instantly rushed towards me.

This gave Fang Qingyu a much-needed boost.

My eyes suddenly opened up.

This is an underground space.

The dome is extremely high, as if it were carved out of the belly of the entire island, at least a hundred meters high.

It is composed of a special mineral that emits a faint, cold light.

Like an inverted galaxy, it casts a hazy, cool glow that is enough to illuminate the entire space.

The center of the entire space.

A circular platform is supported by countless gnarled and twisted, massive bronze-colored tree roots that exude a warm, jade-like luster.

Right above that circular platform.

In the void, about ten meters above the ground.

A figure floated silently.

It was Jiang Wei.

At this moment, she was wearing a plain white traditional-style long dress.

Her long hair moved freely in the air like seaweed, drifting gently without any wind.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows in the cool light, her face serene as if she were asleep.

But her body.

However, she was not completely still. An indescribable power flowed and swirled around her.

Her figure is sometimes clear and solid, like a real person.

At times it becomes blurry and transparent, as if it might turn into wisps of smoke and disappear at any moment.

Sometimes, another phantom, resembling her in appearance but with a completely different temperament, would conjure up beside her.

The phantom's eyes were sharp.

His body was filled with a blazing intensity and desolation that seemed to burn the entire world.

The two figures overlapped and merged continuously between reality and illusion.

The temperature of the entire underground space fluctuated subtly with the shifting reality and illusion of her figure.

Sometimes it is as gentle as spring water, and sometimes as cold as winter.

At other times, it feels as if you are on the scorched earth of ancient times.

"This...this is fusion?!"

As soon as Da Lei stepped out of the elevator, his gaze fell upon the figure in the air, a figure that seemed to shift between reality and illusion, exuding a vast aura. He was struck by lightning and froze on the spot.

The composure and respect on his face vanished instantly.

Instead, there was unprecedented shock and bewilderment.

His weathered eyes widened suddenly.

Staring intently at the figures merging in the air, his lips trembled slightly.

"Why?! Why would Lady Nuba choose this moment to undergo a complete fusion?!"

They have protected the goal through countless lifetimes.

It was as if at this very moment.

They lost their way.

Fang Qingyu, who was standing next to him, was also stunned.
Judging from Da Lei's words, and the fact that Jiang Wei was the only person in this space.

Fang Qingyu had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

Then, with a solemn expression, he asked...

"Is there anything wrong with this fusion? What will be the consequences?"

Da Lei seemed not to hear Fang Qingyu's question.

His gaze remained unfocused on Jiang Wei, his body trembling slightly.

He seemed to have aged considerably in an instant.

It has protected us for countless years, from ignorance to strength, from birth to death, and from death to life.
His sole purpose in existence.

It seems to be the guardian spirit who has gone through one reincarnation after another.

Waiting for that figure who is almost impossible to return.

Now, this meaning seems to have been severed by the figure in the air who chose to merge with it.

He stared blankly, muttering unconsciously to himself.

The voice was faint, as if answering Fang Qingyu.

It's like questioning one's own heart:
"This means that Lady Nuba will have no chance of reincarnation."

"She gave up the possibility of searching for the Yellow Emperor through countless reincarnations; she placed all her hopes and all her bets on this one life."

Fang Qingyu was taken aback by these words.
What does it mean to find the Yellow Emperor?

Fang Qingyu quickly asked.

"The Yellow Emperor didn't die!?"

Da Lei seemed to be awakened by Fang Qingyu's voice.

Finally, he managed to regain a sliver of his senses from that enormous impact.

He slowly shifted his gaze away from Jiang Wei.

He turned to Fang Qingyu, a bitter smile on his face that looked more like a grimace.

"He's not dead."

Da Lei shook his head, his eyes empty and complicated.

"Of course they didn't die. Not only did the Yellow Emperor not die, but the Flame Emperor, the Fire Ancestor, and many other ancestors who led the human race through hardships and tribulations—they all survived!"

"They all disappeared suddenly at the same time."

"Shortly after Lady Nuba was severely injured by Yinglong and fell into a deep sleep, just as the great war that determined the fate of the human race had subsided and everything was in need of rebuilding, all the leaders who stood at the pinnacle of the human race, all the ancestors who ignited the flame of civilization, seemed to have made a pact, and silently disappeared from this world!"

"Without any warning, without any sign of battle, without leaving a single word."

"It's as if they've vanished into thin air!"

"From then on."

Da Lei's gaze fell once more on the merging figures in the air, filled with endless heartache and helplessness.

"Lady Nüba then abandoned the idea of ​​being reborn and regaining her peak strength. Dragging her broken soul and true spirit, she willingly entered the cycle of reincarnation, life after life, searching in the vast sea of ​​people for any clue that might be related to the Yellow Emperor and the others."

"We are searching for the truth behind their disappearance, hoping to bring them back."

Da Lei finally finished speaking, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

His tall frame hunched slightly, and his face was filled with an overwhelming weariness and confusion.

That was after losing the belief that had sustained them for so long.

An unfillable void.

Protecting Lady Nuba's reincarnation is a mission etched into his very bones.

That is the only value of his existence.

Now, this mission seems to have come to an end.

He was like a veteran who was suddenly told he could retire.

Standing in the empty barracks, I looked around blankly.

I don’t know what to do.

Fang Qingyu listened quietly.

After Fang Qingyu heard
Then I roughly understood what was going on.

Looking at Jiang Wei in the air, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Because he most likely knows why Jiang Wei did that.

She didn't want to be trapped in the cycle of reincarnation anymore.

She wanted to stay by his side.

But she did not mention that she wanted to find the Yellow Emperor.

The pressure was not placed on Fang Qingyu.

Instead, they chose to take all the pressure upon themselves.
Zhulong, standing to the side, finally looked away from Jiang Wei with his distinct black and white heterochromatic eyes.

It landed on Fang Qingyu's messy face.

Her delicate brows furrowed almost imperceptibly again, her exquisite face remaining expressionless.

But deep in his eyes, a subtle, indescribable ripple also flickered.

These past two months, I've traveled with Fang Qingyu, witnessing the hustle and bustle of life.

She was naturally aware of the relationship between Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

At this moment, watching Jiang Wei make the choice for Fang Qingyu.

Zhulong couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart:
"Indeed, my sister was right, men are all poison."

at this time.

Da Lei, who had been silent all along, seemed to have forcibly broken free from his immense bewilderment.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions, and looked at Fang Qingyu.

His voice regained some of its composure, but still carried an undeniable gravity.
“Young friend Fang, I know what you’re thinking. Lady Nuba has chosen to merge, but that doesn’t mean the power of reincarnation within her has disappeared.”

Fang Qingyu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately looked at Da Lei: "What do you mean?"

"The power of reincarnation has long been integrated into the depths of Lady Nuba's original spirit, coexisting with her."

Da Lei said in a deep voice, looking worriedly into the sky.

"The fusion simply means that her power is completely unified with that of the drought demon, bringing her closer to her peak condition, making her will more unified, and her power stronger."

"But the authority that originates from her and controls a portion of the laws of reincarnation still exists!"

He paused, his tone becoming even heavier: "In fact, because of the unity of will and the enhancement of power after fusion, this power of reincarnation may be even purer and more tempting than before! For those who covet this power, the fused Nuwa is still a walking treasure."

"The only difference is..."

Da Lei's voice carried a hint of sorrow.

"Before, she had the path of reincarnation to choose from. Those beings could seize her, extract the power of reincarnation, and perhaps end her current life, but she would still have another. But now..."

He sighed heavily, each word striking Fang Qingyu's heart:
"Now, Lady Nuba only has this one life left."

Hearing the regret in Da Lei's tone.

Zhulong, who was standing beside him, turned around and looked at him coldly, saying, "This is her choice. You have no right to ask her to do anything. She has reincarnated for more than two thousand years and has done enough."

Upon hearing this, Da Lei snapped out of his daze.

He dared not put on airs in front of Zhulong and immediately gave a wry smile.

"You've misunderstood the Candle Dragon Assembly. I know Lady Nuba has done a lot. I'm just... a little dazed."

However, the words did not fall.

at this time
A terrifying pressure swept through the entire underground space without warning.

Da Lei was the first to be hit, and his face instantly turned ashen.

He let out a muffled groan, and his body swayed violently uncontrollably.

He looked up in horror: "They're here!?"

The Candle Dragon, which had been standing still as if in an abyss, suddenly lit up its heterochromatic black and white eyes.

Like two suns and moons rising in the darkness.

For the first time, a solemn expression appeared on her exquisitely beautiful face.

Without the slightest hesitation, and without even having time to say a word to the two people beside him.
Swish!
The figure of Zhulong vanished instantly, as if erased by an eraser.

It's like it never happened.

Almost at the same instant that the Candle Dragon disappeared.

boom!
A violent, earthy-yellow divine light suddenly erupted from Da Lei's body.

He abruptly turned to look at Fang Qingyu, only managing to utter a low, urgent growl: "Take her away!"

Before the roar had even faded, his figure vanished instantly, like a mountain merging into the earth.

The change happened too fast.

Fang Qingyu didn't even have time to think.

The body's instincts have surpassed consciousness.

The moment that terrifying pressure, enough to crush a fourth-tier being, descended upon him.

The power of the stellar remains within his body, along with the mysterious crystal blood energy, erupted with a thunderous roar.

A star-shaped horn instantly appeared on his forehead, and he transformed into a dazzling starlight that tore through space, instantly arriving in front of Jiang Wei and embracing her tightly.

It also vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next moment, Fang Qingyu also appeared on the surface of the Arctic Ocean.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vast and boundless ice sea.

The sky was leaden gray, and the low-hanging clouds seemed to press down on the sea.

In the far distance, broken icebergs stand tall between the gray sea and sky.

The figure of Zhulong stood quietly less than ten meters in front of Fang Qingyu.

She was still wearing that thin white T-shirt and jeans, with her hair tied in a high ponytail.

The ice beneath my feet silently spread out with countless bottomless black cracks, which spread out for hundreds of meters in an instant like a spider web.

Da Lei's figure appeared a few meters behind and to the side of Zhulong.

He knelt on the ice, supporting himself with one hand.

A divine light, yellowish-brown in color, rose up from his body like a heavy mountain.

They desperately resisted the terrifying pressure that was everywhere.

His gaze was extremely serious as he stared intently ahead.

Fang Qingyu steadied himself, the power of the Star Remains surging within his body to resist the malicious pressure from ahead.

He followed the gazes of Zhulong and Dalei and suddenly looked up.
Looking at that leaden gray expanse.

Deep within the thick, seemingly within reach of the clouds.
As far as the eye can see.

Fang Qingyu's starry eyes suddenly narrowed to their maximum size.

All that could be seen was an endless, low-hanging, oppressive sea of ​​leaden gray clouds.

Suddenly, countless tiny creatures appeared.
A golden question mark!!!

【？？？】，【？？？】。
That golden question mark is deep in the ocean.

Indistinctly, there were about a dozen figures of various shapes.
The frozen sea was deathly silent.

Winter is coming
A god descends upon the icy sea!

(End of this chapter)