Chapter Thirty-Nine: Finally Awake

The will of the Frost and Snow Essence gradually merged with Mingshuang, and deep within his soul, he beheld a vast, pure white expanse. The entire world seemed composed of wind, frost, ice, and snow, while he himself was nothing more than an inconspicuous little snowflake. In truth, aside from Mingshuang, snowflakes could not speak; he was left to mutter to himself, his words unwittingly taking on the voice of a child.

Snowflake Mingshuang always drifted in the sky, unwilling to land just anywhere. He could only follow the wind, wandering endlessly, for this world had no boundaries—nothing existed but ice and snow.

“So boring... There’s nothing here but me.”

The childlike voice was gradually swallowed by the boundless snowfield.

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At the site of the Ice River Seal, the ice pillar containing the Frost and Snow Essence began to transform.

Just then, behind the armored cavalry, a deep voice rang out like a sudden clap of thunder.

“You noticed?” Song Yingying looked at Yang Xu in disbelief. That man had been following her, and she only realized something was amiss by chance. Yet Yang Xu detected it instantly, which truly impressed her.

Under the onslaught of the raging wind and falling leaves, all aberrations were swept away, and Ye Fei wandered aimlessly through the empty ruins.

Yang Lanjia, for her part, could not be bothered to argue, merely watching her companion’s ostentatious display, like a peacock unfurling its tail.

This is a planet called Azure Star, though that is not important. What matters is that the body’s original owner was also named Xiao Yao, once a happy heir to a wealthy family, until a sudden calamity six or seven years ago left him orphaned and destitute.

Later, Zhang Ning merely waited backstage while his streamers worked hard on his behalf. He seldom streamed personally anymore, which left him with a lingering sense of guilt for abandoning his path halfway.

Shui Ruhai never imagined he would be able to activate a space talisman. Staring at the portal that appeared out of thin air, he was overjoyed.

Youluo’s pupils widened in shock, cold sweat breaking out all over—his greatest pride, his speed, had been defeated?

Madam Hu’s shouting drew no reaction from Huanhuan, who kept her head bowed, her whole demeanor steeped in despair.

Though not a good man, he could never treat the lives of the people so callously.

Far behind enemy lines, Wang Mang led one hundred thousand cavalrymen to seize Yumen Pass before hastening on to other passes without pause.

Though the boss had no special golden finger, he was after all the leader of the underworld, long feared and respected, and thus naturally took charge—everyone listened to him.

“How could such a man of questionable virtue attract so many capable followers? Truly a marvel in all the world,” Liu Yan mused to himself, utterly baffled.

Last time, he’d been so drunk he barely remembered being taken by Liu Kai to get his arm and leg set—he wondered how things were now.

She had only known someone was following her, not who it was. Now, faced with them, she finally saw clearly.

Some, when their turn came, were told their urine sample was insufficient and had to drink more and wait, but this time, once ready, they could go in immediately.

During the battle on Penglai Island, Qin Heng had already sensed the benefits of the secret realm’s emergence in comprehending the highest laws. Afterward, he sought out Lü Chunyang to learn more about the secret realm.

Under the onslaught of sword energy, the Great Chanyu’s expression remained unchanged, utterly calm. Imperial aura surged from him, rising into the sky as he contended with the sword’s might.

Long, long ago, the desert was not a wasteland but a fertile oasis where travelers would pause to rest—a place that, amidst the sands, brought true peace of mind.

Though filled with questions, Ma Yun dared not ask a single one, only watching helplessly as the man departed.

As the saying goes, “One does not climb the Three Jewels Temple for no reason.” Mu Feng had no doubt Wang Nian was not here for idle chat.

The rain came, and the secret realm, nourished, burst with life. Dried pools filled, and in the sunlight, the surface once again shone like a mirror.

Before Xia Liangxi could say anything, Wu Yu spoke up first: “Pastry chef, could you make some lotus pastries for me too?” Her large, pitiful eyes glistened with tears.