Azure Sky Continent, Fengxue Domain!
The vast expanse of heaven and earth was painted a bleak white by the howling, bitter winds and raging snow. This endless winter stretched for thirty thousand miles, rendering the void exceptionally frigid.
Amidst the blizzard, a young man draped in a pitch-black cloak stood in solemn silence. His white hair danced in the wind, and he stood as straight as a Celestial Spear beneath the firmament.
Listening closely to the ethereal music drifting through the void, his sharp, chiseled face revealed a profound desolation that belied his age. Gazing at the roaring snowstorm, he recalled a breathtaking figure from his memories. A nostalgic smile graced his lips as he murmured softly, "Qingcheng, I’m here!"
The music grew louder, eventually shaking the heavens!
A fiery red Vermilion Bird soared across the void. Its entire body blazed with intense flames, rolling out a burning crimson carpet across the sky.
Lin Huang turned his head.
He saw a procession adorned in festive red slowly emerging from the blizzard. The entourage stretched for a hundred miles, flanked by Azure Dragons and led by White Tigers paving the way. Thousands of Martial Artists stood guard alongside them.
The sheer scale of the spectacle was absolutely staggering!
"Who goes there? How dare you block the Eastern Celestial Divine Sect’s wedding procession!"
Accompanied by the roars of the White Tigers, thunderous shouts echoed from the convoy. Having dominated the continent for thousands of years and controlled the fate of the world, the Eastern Celestial Divine Sect only ever blocked others’ paths. No one had ever dared to cause trouble for them.
Moreover, today was the wedding day of the Divine Sect’s Young Master, Liu Cangsheng.
Brushing away the blinding snow, the crowd finally got a clear look at the young man. His loose, snow-white robes billowed, while his pitch-black cloak whipped violently in the wind like a fluttering Battle Banner. His head of frost-white hair whipped wildly in the tempest.
"My name is Lin Huang," the young man said calmly.
"Lin Huang?" The members of the Eastern Celestial Divine Sect instantly frowned.
On the continent today, there were four young Martial Saints at the height of their glory: Dong Situ, Xi Xuance, Nan Cangsheng, and Bei Linhuang!
Nan Cangsheng was none other than the Young Master of the Eastern Celestial Divine Sect, Liu Cangsheng! As for Bei Linhuang... he was the seemingly ordinary young man standing right before them.
Born into the Divine Sect, Liu Cangsheng possessed peerless talent and the Nine Heavens Sword River Martial Soul. With countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures fueling his Cultivation and peerless experts guiding him, the speed at which his Realm advanced and the sheer magnitude of his strength were simply terrifying.
In contrast, Lin Huang was a complete nobody. With ordinary talent, a mere Middle Grade of Yellow Tier Martial Soul, and zero background or backing, there was absolutely no way he could compare to Liu Cangsheng.
Yet, it was this very nobody who had spent ten years carving out a place for himself in the world, relying on nothing but the Instant Blade in his hand to forge a bloody path. Against all odds, he had reached a level where his name stood shoulder to shoulder with Liu Cangsheng.
In the middle of the procession, within a luxurious carriage drawn by Biyi Birds, a woman trembled violently at the sound of the name ’Lin Huang’. Beneath her crimson veil, a radiant smile blossomed on her lonely face, blooming like a sudden cluster of begonia flowers.
But soon, worry clouded her features. She bit her red lip gently, her expression incredibly conflicted.
BANG! The carriage shattered into pieces.
Pushing off gently with her delicate feet, the woman drifted into the air above the crowd. Dressed in a vibrant red wedding gown that fluttered in the snowstorm, her flowing black hair cascaded downward, perfectly framing her peerlessly graceful figure.
She gazed into the distance at the figure standing tall like a Celestial Spear amidst the blizzard. For a moment, her slender body quivered.
Ten years of longing. The joy of reunion. The uncertainty of the future...
A myriad of complex emotions surged within her all at once, causing tears to quietly slide down her snow-white cheeks.
In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, the peerless woman in red and the desolate young man with a head of white hair gazed at each other from afar, separated only by the swirling blizzard!
Ten years of endless separation.
Moving apart like distant stars.
Looking upon each other today,
The youth from the past is nowhere to be seen!
The current Bei Linhuang was no longer that inexperienced youth. How could he still possess any trace of his former self? He was not yet forty, but his face bore a desolation carved as deeply as by a knife. In a mere ten years, his head of black hair had been weathered into frosty white.
Lin Huang also looked at the woman in red floating in the void. Her face remained unchanged; she was just as beautiful as ever. She stood like a blooming begonia in the freezing snow, displaying an unmatched, peerless elegance.
"Qingcheng, I’m here to take you home!" Looking at Jun Qingcheng, a smile that he had long forgotten over the past ten years appeared on Lin Huang’s face.
The wedding procession instantly burst into a commotion. The crowd stared at Lin Huang in disbelief, mockery dancing in their eyes as if they had just heard the greatest joke in the world.
For all these years, no one had ever dared to oppose the Eastern Celestial Divine Sect! Even if this person was Bei Linhuang, it wouldn’t change a thing!
"Like an ant trying to shake a tree!"
"A frog at the bottom of a well, completely ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth!"
Before Lin Huang could approach, a figure flew out from the procession. Clad in a red wedding suit, he blocked the path between Lin Huang and Jun Qingcheng, his face dark and sinister.
"Lin Huang, you actually showed up!" Liu Cangsheng looked down at Lin Huang from above, his tone condescending.
"Thanks to you, who sent people to hunt me down a hundred and seventy-two times over the past decade. It was through these life-and-death trials you provided that I was able to raise my Realm step by step and eventually become as famous as you!" Lin Huang laughed. Beneath his calm demeanor laid an endless thirst for blood. The hatred between him and Liu Cangsheng was absolutely irreconcilable!
"Nan Cangsheng, Bei Linhuang... Doesn’t it sound incredibly jarring to your ears?" Liu Cangsheng sneered, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists tightly. "Do you honestly think you’re worthy to be named alongside me? You even dare to dream of being with Qingcheng? Look in the mirror, you lowly scum!"
He, Liu Cangsheng, was the favored son of heaven on the Azure Sky Continent. Whether it was family background or Martial Arts talent, Lin Huang wasn’t even fit to carry his shoes. So why? Why did Jun Qingcheng never forget about Lin Huang?
"If I had even half of your talent, what would you amount to? For ten years, you exhausted every scheme to hunt me down, all to obtain the Buddha God’s Relics and Qingcheng. But in the end, what good did it do?" Lin Huang looked at Liu Cangsheng with utter calmness.
"Since you know, then surrender without a fight. Hand over the Buddha God’s Relics, and I’ll let you die with some dignity."