Kunlun, the number one mountain in Huaxia.
It was also known as the home of gods in myths.
Ye Tatian was standing on top of a mountain, near a valley. He looked into the distance and saw a stone statue standing in the snow.
The stone statue had been eroded by time, but it could be seen that it was very old. It was unknown what era it came from.
"It's been a year…"
Looking at the statue, Ye Tatian looked a little disappointed, as if he knew who the statue was.
In the end, he sighed, withdrew his gaze, and jumped into the mountains.
This mountain stream was in a remote area, and there were no roads leading to it. It was very difficult to think of this place, let alone discover it.
In the mountains, there were ruins and broken walls. It was an ancient ruin.
The blurry images and words silently told the story of the past.
Even though it had been submerged in the long river of history and eroded by the wind and sand of time, the aura here was still magnificent.
In the middle of the mountain stream, there was a small bump. It was a lone grave.
The surroundings were already covered in snow and wind, and it was almost impossible to see. There was a faint arc, and one could vaguely make out that the ground was slightly protruding.
There was no tombstone here, nor was there anything that could prove the identity of the owner of the tomb. There was only a broken sword stabbed diagonally on it.
No one knew how long the soul inside had been asleep. However, that body had probably turned into white bones or even a handful of yellow soil, dissipating in the wind and snow.
The broken sword was filled with an ancient aura. It was unknown how long it had existed, but it seemed to have existed with the snow mountain since ancient times.
The sword was rusted, and it was no longer as glorious as before.
"I'm back."
Ye Tatian muttered to himself as he walked to the grave. He stood there quietly with a sorrowful expression.
Don't think about it, it's hard to forget. There's no place to talk about desolation in a lonely grave thousands of miles away.
……
No one would have thought that there would be such a lonely grave on this hundred thousand feet tall snowy peak.
This could not help but make people wonder who was sleeping here and actually chose this place as their graveyard.
The buildings had been eroded by the wind and snow, leaving only scattered broken walls. He could barely find some similar shadows. A cold wind blew, bringing with it a few whimpers.
Now it was covered in snow, and everything was buried in the cold wind.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Only this lonely tomb remained in the world, lonely.
Ye Tatian stared blankly, as if he was recalling something.
As far as the eye could see, there was no scenery other than the unchanging snow.
"Uh-"
Suddenly, Ye Tatian groaned in pain and covered his chest.
He lowered his head and saw a red light emitting from the place where the sword was stabbed into his chest. It was as bright as blood, but it also looked like a red-hot iron piece that was deeply imprinted on it.
This sword that was stabbed into his chest had accompanied him for 19,000 years!
He couldn't pull it out.
No one could pull it out.
Even the Saints of the Three Realms who had ascended were powerless!
This sword was Ye Tatian's tie.
Even if it brought him pain that penetrated deep into his soul at all times, he still did not care.
This pain was enough to kill a Primordial Immortal!
Now, the pain in his chest was even more intense, almost causing him to die. However, his expression was still calm, and there was even a hint of gentleness.
"Buzz!"
At the same time, the broken sword on the lonely grave seemed to have sensed something. An almost inaudible clang suddenly sounded, but it quickly dissipated in the raging cold wind.
As the broken sword trembled, the sword in Ye Tatian's chest also seemed to respond, causing the pain in his chest to become more obvious.
It was as if an invisible hand formed by the Great Dao had grabbed Ye Tatian's heart. His body and soul were crushed.
However, Ye Tatian remained calm. Even his eyes were calm.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he actually smiled at the sudden pain.
It was a…nostalgic smile!
He rubbed the ancient sword on his chest, looking a little lost.""It was you who sensed me, right?"
Ye Tatian's eyes fell on the grave and he said in a disappointed tone,""You and I have known each other for 3,981 years. Then you passed away for a thousand years, but in my time it was twenty thousand years.”
"I'm finally back to see you.”
"But I'm still unable to resurrect you.”
"But I believe that we will be able to do it one day!”
Ye Tatian clenched his fists. His knuckles turned white because of the force, as if he was trying his best to hold it in. Finally, he slowly loosened his grip.
His deep gaze turned to the void, as if he was looking for something. However, the sky was vast, and only countless snowflakes fell from it. It was silent.
Pausing for a while, Ye Tatian sighed and said,""Although I escaped from the three worlds and entered the human world, I was unable to escape this catastrophe. The Dharma Ending Tribulation seems to be chasing after me.”
"Perhaps it will descend in the next few days, but this might also be an opportunity.”
"I will try to resurrect you again, just like ten years ago!”
"Snatch the heavenly secrets!"
After saying that, Ye Tatian slowly turned around and began to clean up the grave and sweep away the snow.
He didn't use any magic, but he personally picked up handfuls of snow. Some transparent crystal objects fell from between his fingers, making him look like cold jade.
Ye Tatian's flawless hands were stained with dust, but he remained silent as if he was holding a solemn ceremony. He was solemnly and slowly cleaning the lonely grave.
The snowflakes were like paper money flying in the sky. Ye Tatian didn't say anything, but the aura around him seemed to be able to make the world sad.
Silent loneliness and sadness surrounded them. Even the snowflakes fell heavily.
After an hour, the lone grave was finally cleaned up.
Ye Tatian took out three long incense sticks from his Primordial Chaos Inner World and silently stuck them into the grave.
Then, he sat cross-legged in front of the grave and began to wait silently.
The green smoke spiraled upwards. Strangely, it did not extinguish in the snowstorm. Instead, it burned brighter and brighter.
It passed through the snowflakes and flew out of the mountain stream. Even though the wind was howling, it did not disperse for a long time. It formed a green ribbon and pervaded the main peak of Kunlun, adding a bit of mystery to the already unfathomable snowy peak.
This was the Immortal Dao Green Smoke, the most precious treasure in the Three Realms. Ye Tatian was lucky enough to find it. He didn't use it for cultivation, but now he was using it to worship the dead!
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On the other side.
Kun Lun did not know the time, as if time was made of snowflakes.
Su Qing was still struggling to move forward. At this moment, her footsteps were as heavy as lead. Every step she took weighed a thousand pounds. In the end, even moving was very strenuous.
The weather was so cold that the tip of her nose was red from the cold. Her bones and blood were also extremely cold, but her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.
Sweat dripped down his body like needles, making him feel uncomfortable.
"Su Qing…Su Qing…"
In a trance, Su Qing seemed to hear someone calling her name.
However, the wind and snow were too heavy for her to hear clearly.
His head was dizzy, and he could not even open his eyes.
Su Qing knew that her current state was not right, but she had no choice.
She stumbled and fell to the ground, her whole body falling even more dazed.
Vaguely, she saw that the snow on the top of the mountain seemed to have rolled down.
It was very slow, but it was endless.
Was this a sign of an avalanche?
Su Qing's heart turned cold. She vaguely knew that she might be finished.
However, at this moment, she saw a few figures running towards her in her haziness.
Then, she lost consciousness.
An unknown amount of time passed.
"Su Qing, Su Qing, are you okay?”
There was a voice that kept shouting in her ear. Su Qing forced her eyes open. The top of her head was green, no longer pale.
She had already returned to the tent.
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