Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

Deep in the snowy plains of the far north, fierce winds whip up vast swaths of snow, raging across the land.

This is the most desolate forbidden zone in the Northern Region, filled with the law of absolute spirituality that allows no life to survive.

Su Chang'an's remaining semi-transparent outline of his soul was trudging through knee-deep snow, his steps uneven.

She has no physical form; the wind and snow penetrate her shadows, unable to bring the bitter cold that a mortal body can perceive.

But the pain caused by this state far exceeds physical torture.

The Law of Absolute Spirits regarded her, a being composed entirely of divine soul energy, as an anomaly, and continuously stripped away the already thin energy within her body.

With each step she took, she could clearly feel the edges of her soul being torn apart by an invisible force.

Su Chang'an tried to gather a wisp of divine sense to explore outwards, attempting to sense the quasi-emperor's true form that was sealed deep underground.

The moment his consciousness left the edge of her silhouette, it was instantly shredded by the violent spatial turbulence and the laws of spiritual annihilation in the air, and dissipated in the wind and snow.

Without the means to probe with her divine sense, she could not pinpoint the exact coordinates of her physical body, and there was no free spiritual energy around her to absorb and replenish.

Her light and shadow flickered in the wind, her energy dissipating at a visible rate, threatening to vanish completely at any moment.

As energy continued to drain, Su Chang'an's consciousness became blurred and fragmented over a large area.

Her steps grew slower and slower, her ethereal legs dragging intermittent tracks across the snow.

The sounds of wind and snow around me gradually faded away, and images that had been imprinted deep in my soul across thousands of miles flashed through my mind.

She saw Gu Xiang.

The gentle, simple-minded scholar, now with a full head of white hair and a withered appearance, knelt in the ruins of Luofeng Slope, his ten fingers bleeding as he dug at the frozen soil, reciting Confucian mantras.

Golden chains of characters, piercing through the void, wrapped around her soul with an unyielding obsession, pulling her back from the strangulation of the spatial turbulence.

The scene shifts to Chen Xuan.

Beneath the collapsed Guiyuan Palace, a boy with a broken spine and crippled arms used his broken body to stubbornly bear the immense chains of quasi-emperor laws that pressed down from the sky.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the reforged black broken sword erupted with a desperate and violent sword intent, determined to tear a path to survival for her even if it meant his own annihilation.

Immediately following was a deafening roar of a tiger that shook the heavens.

Bai Yin, the Blood Asura who clumsily grilled fish for her by the Yunmeng Marsh, has now transformed into a hundred-foot-tall white tiger burning with Geng metal evil energy. Under the sky of the far west, he forcibly tore through the spatial barrier and galloped wildly toward the Central Continent.

These entanglements, mixed with blood and tears, desperately tugged at Su Chang'an's ever-falling consciousness.

With this unwavering determination, she forcibly reconciled her collapsing soul structure.

In the raging blizzard, she mechanically lifted her illusory legs and took another step forward.

She refused to compromise with this desolate snowfield, and refused to simply vanish into the world.

The polar blizzard reached its most violent peak at this moment.

Thick, leaden-gray clouds pressed close to the ground, and the gale whipped up piles of snow, forming streaks of white air currents.

Su Chang'an's phantom shell outline flickered violently in the center of the storm, its light dimmed to the extreme.

Her steps came to a halt.

The obsession that had sustained her could no longer defy the laws of nature under the crushing force of absolute power.

Everything in her field of vision was swallowed by white, and endless darkness surged in, instantly engulfing her consciousness.

The faint ray of light lay upright in the cold snow.

The strong wind whipped up the thick snow, burying her completely in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace in the world.

Time loses its meaning on the far northern snowfields where there is no distinction between day and night.

After sinking into darkness for an unknown amount of time, a faint warmth seeped into the depths of Su Chang'an's lifeless consciousness.

Along with the warmth came a refreshing medicinal fragrance.

The medicinal fragrance carried a calming power, gradually gathering her scattered consciousness back together.

Su Chang'an regained consciousness with difficulty.

She found herself in a closed cabin.

The cabin was not large, and the walls were covered with intricate and ancient array patterns, which were operating as a barrier to isolate the outside world.

The entire cabin was swaying slightly and rhythmically, and the howling wind and snow outside sounded muffled after being blocked by the array.

Based on the frequency of the shaking and the fluctuations in the formation, Su Chang'an judged that he should be inside a snow-resistant flying boat traveling in the far north snowfield.

She tried to move and found that she was no longer that blurry light and shadow that could disappear at any moment.

Nourished by this unknown force, she successfully reformed a semi-transparent body.

The body was incredibly fragile, but the soul no longer continuously dissipated and lost energy as before.

Su Chang'an slowly lowered his head, looking in the direction of the warmth and the scent of medicine.

A yellow talisman of extraordinary material was pasted on the semi-transparent chest area.

The surface of the talisman paper is covered with intricate runes drawn with cinnabar, emitting a soft and stable white light.

The white light formed a miniature barrier, firmly protecting her soul core within it.

Su Chang'an quickly identified the origin of the talisman in his mind.

This is a high-level soul-fixing talisman, capable of forcibly locking the soul to prevent it from dissipating. In the outside world, it would be an invaluable life-saving treasure.

The cabin door suddenly made a slight clicking sound.

As the hatch opened, a gust of cold wind carrying the scent of snow rushed into the cabin, instantly dissipating the warmth.

Su Chang'an raised his head, his gaze warily fixed on the doorway.

A young woman dressed in a pure white Taoist robe stepped into the cabin carrying a white jade tray.

On the white jade tray sat a small jade bowl, and the cool medicinal fragrance emanated from the spiritual liquid inside.

The woman's Taoist robe was simple and elegant, without any extra decorations, with a few cloud patterns embroidered in silver thread on the cuffs and collar.

Her face was beautiful and ethereal, her skin was as white as snow, her features were exquisite, and her eyes revealed an unyielding loneliness and coldness.

That chill seeped into the bone, unrelated to the harsh cold of the far northern snowfields; it was a detached indifference to all things after all worldly emotions had been completely stripped away.

The woman walked to the bedside and saw that Su Chang'an had opened his eyes. His expression remained unchanged. He simply placed the white jade tray on the wooden table next to him and picked up the jade bowl.

Su Chang'an's gaze fell on the white Taoist robe, and his whole body tensed up slightly.

His iconic white Taoist robe and the aura of detachment from worldly desires locked her in her memory, confirming his identity.

Disciple of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect.

This face was not unfamiliar to her.

Back in the Misty Swamp, Chen Xuan, holding her who had transformed into a white fox, encountered the outer sect team of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect.

The aloof woman before them was none other than Luo Qingxue, the team leader who had tried to recruit Chen Xuan but was publicly confronted by him, who had declared that he only ate foxes.

Su Chang'an never expected that the person who rescued her from the extreme north blizzard and used a high-level soul-stabilizing talisman to prolong her life when her soul was about to completely dissipate was actually the disciple of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect, whom she had once labeled as a potential rival in love, but who later chose to focus on the sword path because of Chen Xuan's words.

Luo Qingxue looked at Su Chang'an's translucent body and handed the jade bowl to the bedside: "Drink it. Your soul is too weak, and the soul-stabilizing talisman won't last long."

Su Chang'an used the dim light to examine the other party.

Luo Qingxue's cultivation has improved significantly since she was in the Misty Swamp. The sword intent flowing around her is more refined, indicating that she has completely severed that lingering affection from back then and has truly stepped into the threshold of Supreme Forgetfulness.

She saw no sign of recognizing her in Luo Qingxue's eyes.

She once appeared in the form of a nine-tailed white fox, but now she is just a semi-transparent humanoid remnant soul, and her aura has become mixed due to her multiple near-death experiences.

Su Chang'an neither refused nor spoke.

She had almost no soul power left to even make a sound, so she silently stretched out her semi-transparent hand and accepted the jade bowl.

The clear, cool liquid slid down her illusory throat into the depths of her soul, transforming into a pure energy that replenished her nearly depleted essence.

Luo Qingxue stood quietly to the side, watching her take the elixir, then turned to leave the cabin.

As she reached the door, Luo Qingxue stopped without turning around: "The far north is extremely dangerous; it's truly remarkable that your remnant soul has managed to hold on until now. The flying boat will arrive at the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect's polar outpost tomorrow; you can leave on your own then."

After saying that, the cabin door closed again, shutting out the cold wind outside and also shutting out Luo Qingxue's aloof figure.

Su Chang'an leaned against the cabin wall, feeling his soul gradually stabilizing within him, and quickly calculated the current situation in his mind.

The extreme outpost of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect.

This was the very place she had been wary of, the place she considered the villain's lair.

At this moment, fate took a strange turn, sending her in the most vulnerable and unexpected way to the very gates of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect, where she had once sternly warned Chen Xuan not to trust anyone.

Su Chang'an quietly closed his eyes, digesting the medicinal power of the spiritual liquid.

Regardless, she survived.

As long as her soul remains, she has a chance to regain her original body and to respond to those madmen who have crossed millions of miles to desperately pull her along in dire straits.