The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

At the center of the formation, the light suddenly intensified.

In that instant, endless flames poured down from the sky, intertwined with crimson and gold, so intense that it was impossible to open one's eyes.

Thirteen cloaked array masters jointly formed the Heavenly Fire Array.

The beams of light cascaded down from the heavens like a waterfall, as if the Milky Way were hanging upside down.

The light was so bright that it illuminated the entire night sky as if it were daytime.

Even the moonlight paled in comparison to it, shrinking back and hiding behind the clouds.

The snow on Tangxi was enveloped in the center of the flames.

She stood at the center of the formation, her body bound by invisible shackles.

That was the suppression from the Heavenly Dao—a familiar feeling.

It was so familiar that it reminded her of those days when she was sealed in darkness.

But there was not a trace of fear in her eyes.

Deep within her eyes burned a flame of defiance.

The Snow Soul Fan, personally crafted by his master Xie Jinlian, was already unfolded in his hand.

The fan ribs were crystal clear, carved from cold jade.

The fan surface is covered with frost-like patterns, each one a rune personally engraved by Xie Jinlian.

A chill surged from the fan, condensing into layers of ice crystal barriers around her.

Crystal clear, layer upon layer.

It's like a rainbow sealed inside ice, breathtakingly beautiful, yet chillingly cold.

Yin Kong's small body was taut and straight, every silvery-white hair stood up, and its whole body shone with a bright silver light.

The silver light burst forth from its body, desperately erecting a barrier that solidified into a transparent wall, blocking Tang Xixue's path.

"Meow--!"

The little white cat possessed the instinct of a spirit beast to protect its master, as well as a stubbornness that would rather die than back down.

But the flames were too intense.

It was so intense that even the silver light trembled and shattered.

On the silver barrier, cracks spread little by little, like glass struck by a heavy hammer, spreading from the center outwards and shattering inch by inch.

Tang Xixue lowered her eyes and looked at the little white cat.

It's so small, small enough that she can lift it up with one hand, so small that it usually likes to snuggle in her arms and act cute.

But at this moment, it did everything it could to protect her.

In those round, bright eyes, there was no fear, no hesitation, only the purest and most unwavering devotion.

"Silver Sky".

Her voice was very soft, as soft as snow falling into a flame.

"You'd better run away."

The little white cat didn't move.

It simply turned its head and glanced at her.

"Meow--"

You are my master.

I'm not going anywhere.

"Click—"

The silver light condensed from the spiritual energy on its body finally gave way, emitting a crisp cracking sound.

The sound was very soft, as soft as if someone had broken a dry twig next to your ear.

But within that lightness lay endless despair.

At the critical moment.

A streak of silver light flashed past the flames at incredible speed.

"Weaving—"

The voice pierced through the flames and reached her ears.

Low-pitched and gentle, yet carrying a reassuring certainty.

Like the first ray of moonlight suddenly falling on a snow-covered mountain.

"Don't be afraid, your master is here."

The next instant, a figure in a silver robe came into her view.

Xie Jinlian arrived, riding on flames.

The silver robe, as white as snow, fluttered wildly amidst the blazing crimson flames.

The hem of the robe, licked by the flames, remained as white as ever.

He didn't even flinch at the heavenly tribulation, let alone the sea of ​​fire.

He held the Butterfly Sword in his hand.

The sword's blade was as transparent as ancient ice, and the stardust flowing within it shimmered brilliantly in the firelight.

That sword swept across, its energy like a rainbow, severing the invisible chains that bound her under the heavens!

"clang--!"

Tang Xixue looked up and met his silver-gray eyes.

Those silver-gray eyes reflected her face.

Complete and clear.

His gaze held relief, lingering fear, and endless tenderness.

"Master..."

She called out softly, her voice weak.

Upon seeing Xie Jinlian appear, her spirit, exhausted under the pressure of the Heavenly Dao, finally gave way.

Her vision went black, and she fell into a coma.

"Weave it!"

Xie Jinlian caught her and held her tightly in his arms, also placing Yin Kong on his shoulder.

He looked down at her, at her pale little face.

His gaze darkened.

Then, he looked up.

In those silver-gray eyes, only one emotion remained at this moment—killing intent.

The Butterfly Sword swept out horizontally!

Amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, the thirteen figures forming the array were reduced to ashes in the same instant!

They didn't even have time to let out a scream before they vanished into the extremely sharp sword intent, as if they had never existed.

The sword energy was too domineering and too sharp; wherever it passed, even the air trembled and space itself was distorted.

The Kunlun Sword Immortal, a single sword strike that startles the world.

To determine life and death.

At the same time.

Another figure moved through the forest like clouds.

Yun Boyan's sword was as fast as light, as fast as lightning, and as fast as the coldest killing intent in the world.

Wherever the Bo Chen sword passed, the assassins wielding bows and arrows didn't even have time to resist before their throats were slit with a single strike.

He sheathed his sword and stood there, his silver robe unstained by even a single drop of blood.

The moonlight fell on him, outlining a cool and sharp profile.

"boom--!"

A massive explosion swept outwards, shaking the earth.

That was the aftershock caused when the Heavenly Fire Killing Array completely collapsed.

Flames shot into the sky, illuminating half the night sky, and even those far away in Baiyujing could feel the tremors beneath their feet.

Countless people were awakened from their sleep, opened their windows, and saw flames shooting into the sky from the direction outside the city, dyeing half of the night sky red.

"What happened?"

"The sky over there is all red."

The flames roared, turning the sky red.

After the explosion, the dust and smoke cleared.

All that remained on the ground was a huge crater.

"Your Highness—!"

Mu Liang and Fu Yi rushed towards the spot where Tang Xixue had been, but only found empty air.

There was nothing there.

All that remains are scorched earth, scorching residual heat, and the huge crater left by the explosion.

They knelt at the edge of the pit.

Mu Liang's hands were trembling.

His hand that held the sword was once so steady, it had once beheaded countless enemies, and it had once protected her through countless storms.

But at this moment, that hand was trembling uncontrollably.

His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and heart-wrenching pain.

"Your Highness...where is Your Highness?"

His voice trembled, as if squeezed from deep in his throat, hoarse and barely audible.

"He was just here a moment ago... Your Highness was definitely just here..."

He looked around frantically, his eyes searching the scorched earth as if looking for some lost treasure.

He turned over clods of scorched earth and shoveled away patches of ashes.

"Your Highness—"

He called out again, his voice already trembling with tears.

He knelt to one side, his face ashen.

She gripped the sword, her knuckles white, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Her lips were trembling; she wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

It felt like something was blocking her throat, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Waaah—"

Fu Yi opened her mouth, but only managed to utter a sob.

The sob was very soft, as soft as a wisp of smoke about to dissipate.

But within that gentleness lies endless pain.

When the flames fell, she had no time to do anything.

She could only watch helplessly as the raging flames devoured everything, and as the white figure disappeared into the light.

"Your Highness..."

She finally managed to speak, but her voice was so hoarse it didn't sound like her own.

"Your Highness...she's so amazing...she'll be alright...right?"

She looked towards the twilight, her eyes filled with the last glimmer of hope.

In those eyes, there was pleading, expectation, and unspoken fear.

Mu Liang's hand gripped even tighter.

"Your Highness, she..."

His voice was very soft, so soft it was as if he were trying to convince himself.

"Everything will be alright."

But his eyes were already red.

It was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.