Half a month later.
Cloudveil Sect, Dao Ground of Wangshu.
A strange phenomenon appeared. Divine light surged, visions filled the sky, nine winds rose to the heavens. The sacred might that enveloped the area made one’s heart tremble with reverence.
Inside the bedchamber, Yu Youwei’s face lit with joy, “Second Senior Sister, Master has come out of seclusion!”
Hearing this, Leng Qingqiu, covered in wounds and lying on the bed, seemed to remember something. A trace of hope flashed in her phoenix eyes.
“Master has left seclusion… with her great power, she’ll surely be able to find Junior Brother Lin…”
“I must see Master!” As she spoke, Leng Qingqiu forced herself up and was about to walk out, but Yu Youwei stopped her.
“Senior Sister, your injuries haven’t healed yet. You mustn’t move around recklessly…” Yu Youwei looked distressed. “Besides, you know Master’s temperament. She holds nothing in her heart. No one is worthy enough for her to act personally.”
“I have to go. If Master refuses, then I will kneel until she agrees!” Leng Qingqiu’s tone was resolute. “This is the only way to find Junior Brother Lin…”
“If Master won’t help, in this vast world, we might never see him again!”
Yu Youwei hesitated for a moment, then said firmly, “In that case, I’ll go too! I share the blame for hurting Junior Brother Lin, so I should also atone with you!”
Saying that, she helped Leng Qingqiu out of the bedchamber.
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Dao Ground of Wangshu.
Yun Wangshu stood in white robes, her dress flowing like clouds. She was peerlessly elegant, her slender figure graceful, her skin whiter than jade, her beauty unrivaled—stunning through all ages.
“In the blink of an eye, two years have passed. Within the Dao of Ruthlessness, a sliver of emotion was born. Yet my cultivation did not fall, and instead, I broke through to the Great Saint Realm.”
Her voice was magnetic and melodious, like celestial music drifting through the air.
Great Saint—7th Heaven of the Immortal Platform Realm, just one step from Quasi-Emperor. In the entire Northern Dipper Ancient Star Domain, only three Saints currently existed. A Great Saint was rare even in the ancient era.
This was the Desolate Ancient Era. The Ancient Era came before it, a time when all races flourished, gods rose together—a true golden age.
“Now that I’ve lived another life… I wonder how Chen’er is doing.”
She smiled softly. In that moment, the moon dimmed, stars faded, and everything in the world lost its brilliance—only she remained dazzling.
Yun Wangshu once believed there would never be a future between them. But she never expected to awaken into a new life after her death.
In that moment, she was overwhelmed with emotion—excitement, gratitude—feelings she had never experienced before.
She gently tapped the air with her slender jade finger, sensing that her jade pendant was still within Cloudveil Sect, surprisingly close—just outside the Dao Ground.
“Chen’er, you saw the phenomenon and came because you knew I’d left seclusion…” Yun Wangshu’s voice was like a divine phoenix’s gentle cry. Though hailed as the most beautiful woman in the Northern Dipper Ancient Star Domain, her tone held a girlish affection.
“I once said I would become a flower that accompanies you always. I will not break that promise.”
As she finished, her crystal-clear fingers brushed through her long hair, and she gently tore through space, vanishing from where she stood.
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Ancient Divine Mountain.
This mountain had stood since the Ancient Era, eternal and indestructible—even great battles between Ancient Emperors couldn’t level it.
On the mountain, rebukes echoed one after another.
“Ye Chen, we’ve long since stopped acknowledging you as a fellow disciple. How dare you come back!” Yu Youwei bit her lip tightly, her stunning face full of anger.
After learning the full truth, she had been overwhelmed with guilt. Naturally, she no longer looked kindly upon Ye Chen, let alone dote on him like before.
In her arms, Leng Qingqiu was even more furious. Her memories from her past life had fully awakened. She knew exactly what Ye Chen had done to Lin Luochen. Upon seeing him again, her heart was filled with murderous intent.
If Yu Youwei hadn’t held her back, Leng Qingqiu would have ignored her wounds and attacked him without hesitation!
Seeing both Leng Qingqiu and Yu Youwei—whom he once viewed as future members of his harem—now glaring at him with hatred, Ye Chen’s face darkened, though he still forced a smile.
“Senior Sister, none of this is my fault. It was all Senior Brother Lin stirring up trouble behind the scenes. That whole act of leaving Cloudveil Sect was just a ploy for sympathy.”
He looked aggrieved, “If you dislike me, I’ll leave on my own. You don’t need to frame me with baseless accusations.”
“Then hurry up and scram! No one wants you here!” Yu Youwei shouted. “You disappeared for so long, and the moment you heard Master came out of seclusion, you came crawling back! What are your intentions? You want to manipulate things in front of Master again? Let me tell you—Master is one of the three Saints of this era. Her eyes can see through past and present. Your tricks won’t fool her!”
Hearing this, Ye Chen was enraged. His previously ordinary face twisted in fury, becoming hideous.
Just as he was about to speak again, a celestial voice resounded.
“All this bickering—what kind of conduct is this?!”
A white figure appeared. Yun Wangshu stood with one hand behind her back, black hair flying, her skirt fluttering like a dance. Her face was as cold as frost, breathtakingly beautiful—an aura that repelled all approach.
“So… beautiful…”
Ye Chen gulped. His eyes nearly popped out as he stared at Yun Wangshu’s peerless face, unable to look away.
Such a fairy was worthy only of someone like Ye Chen!
Even Leng Qingqiu and Yu Youwei were stunned. It was their first time seeing Yun Wangshu’s true face.
Though both of them were already stunning, in the face of such a celestial beauty, they couldn’t help but feel ashamed.
“Greetings, Master!” Leng Qingqiu cupped her hands.
“Greetings, Master. Congratulations on leaving seclusion!” Yu Youwei quickly followed with a sweet smile.
Ye Chen was jolted out of his daze by Old Li’s voice from within the ring. He respectfully called out, “Master!”—but his eyes never left Yun Wangshu’s face.
Inside the ring, Old Li wore an expression of bitter disappointment.
With that temperament, he’s not even worth half of Lin Luochen’s pinky…
Let it all be destroyed… I’m tired!
Yun Wangshu gave a slight nod, but her gaze subtly swept past them, a hint of hope flashing across her face.
Yet very quickly, disappointment set in…
She hadn’t shown her real face for others. She only wanted that boy—Lin Luochen—to see her like this.
But… why hadn’t he come?
That thought left her heart hollow. Still, she forced a calm expression. “Where is Chen’er?”
Hearing this, Yu Youwei lowered her head, her expression full of sorrow, and replied softly, “He… left… he’s gone…”
“Hm, you… what!?”
Yun Wangshu felt as if struck by lightning. She almost lost control, but long years of cultivation quickly helped her regain her composure.
“Where did he go?” A trace of unease flickered across her impossibly beautiful face.
“We don’t know… he only said… that all ties to the mortal world were severed, and that we’d never meet again…” Leng Qingqiu said bitterly.
Hearing that, even Yun Wangshu’s steady heart trembled. “Ties to the mortal world… severed…”
That was the same sentence from their past life… If he’s saying it now… then he’s been reborn too…
But why… a year ago, he was still fine…
She tried to sense the location of that jade pendant, only to find it was close—right in front of her.
Her deep, starry eyes shifted toward the sleazy-looking Ye Chen. When she saw the jade pendant hanging from his waist, Yun Wangshu staggered, nearly fainting on the spot.