The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

The cry of an eagle pierced the sky.

The Azure-Scaled Eagle King swooped down, its wings spreading out and blocking out half the sunlight.

Its sharp claws, like hooks, came crashing down on Shen Yan's head.

The speed was so fast that she didn't even have time to blink.

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared.

Yin Shi used his remaining half-body fragment to stand between her and the Azure Scaled Eagle King.

His puppet body had been cleaved in half by Bei Chenji, and he couldn't even stand up, yet he still forcefully met the eagle's claws with his chest.

The puppet didn't even make a sound when the eagle's claw pierced through its body; it just glanced back at her amidst the flying debris.

His lips moved.

There was no sound, only mouth movements, exactly the same as what he had said at the rift.

"Walk."

Then his body began to shatter from where the eagle's claws had pierced him, the fragments scattering in the wind and exploding the poisonous mist hidden within his body.

He didn't say another word.

Shen Yan didn't hesitate and turned to run.

She ran even faster than before, so fast that she couldn't hear anything when the wind rushed into her ears, and her tears were swept away by the wind without leaving a trace.

Kong Sangyu's expression finally turned cold.

He looked at the unrecognizable remains of the puppet on the ground, his smile vanished for a moment, then quickly returned to its harmless state.

"Even a puppet can try to be a hero."

He shook his head.

"That's really interesting."

He raised his hand, his fingertips twirling a white feather that had fallen from his shoulder, and flicked it gently.

"However, it's time to end this."

The feather exploded in mid-air, turning into countless tiny feather blades that shot out in all directions.

The feather blade made a fine whistling sound as it pierced through the smoke and dust, like a sudden rainstorm scattering autumn leaves.

Shen Yan staggered as she ran, and behind her came the muffled sound of a feather blade piercing the ground.

She didn't dare to turn around.

She kept running.

Until the smoke and dust cleared.

Kong Sangyu stood there, looking at the unrecognizable remains of the puppet on the ground, and the fine holes that the feather blades had drilled into the barren soil.

He was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly.

"Sister Yan, you must hide well."

His gaze swept across the desolate fields around him, his eyes showing no anger, only a cat-like patience and interest in catching a mouse.

"Don't let me find you. Next time, there won't be any puppets to shield you."

Then he smiled, a smile that was still clear and pleasant to the ear.

"But it's alright if we find you... I'll make sure you leave with dignity. After all, you acted very well before."

Shen Yan lay prone under the pile of corpses, suppressing her breathing to the lightest and shallowest level.

One of the feathered blades had pierced her shoulder blade, the wound burning as if branded with a hot iron, but she dared not move.

She heard Kong Sangyu's voice drifting over from above, clear and melodious, like a spring breeze blowing through the wind chimes on the eaves, but the sound that fell into her ears was like a poisoned silver needle.

She bit the inside of her arm, her teeth sinking into her flesh, tasting the rusty blood.

The only person in the world who was kind to her has disappeared.

They were simply following orders, acting on the instincts of puppets, nothing more.

But she could never forget the sight of their bodies shattering behind her.

She closed her eyes tightly, forcefully suppressing the bitter taste rising in her throat.

I don't know how much time has passed.

It went on for so long that her whole body became stiff and numb, and the wound on her shoulder blade became so painful that she lost all feeling for it.

She heard the crackling sound of flames burning above.

People have started burning the piles of corpses.

The firelight spread from the edge of the pile of corpses, and the heat wave, carrying acrid smoke, filled her mouth and nose, choking her so much that she almost coughed up.

She bit down hard on the flesh on the inside of her arm, which was almost pierced through, her nails digging into the soil beneath her, not daring to utter a sound.

The fire burned for a long time.

It was so long that she thought she was about to turn to ashes along with those piles of corpses.

As the flames finally began to die down, she saw a clear path through the burning cracks and struggled to crawl out little by little.

His robes were burned with large charred holes, the wound on his shoulder blade was repeatedly burned and reopened in the fire, and several red marks appeared on his face.

She staggered into the night, not daring to stop for a moment.

Kong Sangyu's tamed beasts roam the wilderness. She hears the occasional cry of an eagle soaring through the night sky, each cry sending shivers down her spine.

But she dared not stop, and could only keep running towards the dark, running over thorns and gravel, streams and wastelands, until her legs had no strength left.

As dawn broke, she finally collapsed, unable to hold on any longer, in front of a low fence.

There were shadowy figures moving around in the courtyard.

Someone was speaking, their voice so gentle it seemed to come through a thick curtain of water.

"Auntie, look, someone's injured here..."

"Quickly, save her!"

In her last moments of consciousness, Shen Yan only remembered a pair of warm hands supporting her shoulders before she sank into a bottomless darkness.

Before she sank, the last thing that came to her mind was the look Yin Shi gave her before she shattered.

His lips moved slightly, and he silently uttered that word.

"Walk."

she left.

But they all stayed there.

Even though she escaped the pursuit of Kong Sangyu and the King of Beichen, she had already been poisoned by Tang Xixue.

No matter how hard she struggled, it was a dead end.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away above the sea of ​​clouds, sword light was piercing through the layers of clouds.

Yun Boyan rode his sword, his white hair dancing in the wind like frost and snow. He held Tang Xixue in his arms, their moon-white robes and silver robes overlapping in the wind, like two clouds being swept up by the same gust of wind.

"Ayan, where are we going?"

Tang Xixue's voice was somewhat muffled by the wind, but it was still clear and pleasant to hear.

She looked up at him, her gaze filled with an indescribable tenderness.

"My brother is waiting for us in the Kingdom of God on the other side."

Yun Boyan looked down at her, then pulled his arm closer to shield her from the oncoming wind.

"Sister-in-law, you're tired, take a rest. I'll call you when we get there."

"Not tired."

Tang Xixue curved her lips into a smile.

"It just feels a bit unreal."

"What's unreal?"

"The Guixu Palace collapsed just like that."

She rested her head against his chest.

"Those people...those things...it's all in the past."

Yun Boyan was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "The long dark night is over. Sister-in-law's future will be bright."

The sword light slowly spread across the vast sea of ​​clouds, as if writing an unfinished sentence in the depths of the sky.

The clouds ahead are thinning, and the sky is gradually brightening.

The mountains, dark as ink, slowly revealed their outlines in the morning light.

"My brother and Fei Ming are both here, so my sister-in-law will be able to see them soon. Oh, and my eldest sister too!"

Yun Boyan said.

"Is this Ayan's residence in the Other Shore God Kingdom? Does Feiming also live here?"

Tang Xixue inquired, recalling that Sheng Feiming's body was showing signs of the five signs of decay, and his condition was not optimistic.

Xie Jinlian and Yun Mian must have come to see him specifically.

"Yes, this is Thin Moon Peak, the place where I live in seclusion and cultivate in the Other Shore Divine Kingdom. Fei Ming also has a meditation room here."

Yun Boyan gave an affirmative answer.

"Um."

Tang Xixue's gaze fell into the distance. The mountain peaks were covered with a thin layer of snow, while the mountainside was covered with unknown white flowers, which looked like a layer of flowing clouds falling between the rocks from afar.

The wind blew from that direction, carrying a very faint scent of sandalwood and the crisp aroma of grass and trees, making one unconsciously slow down their breathing.

The sound of the ancient temple bell echoed through the mountains.

We've arrived at the divine realm on the other side.