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Under such circumstances, there was only such a small amount of food that fell into her stomach.

She clearly had been reduced to this state, but she felt as if the wall in her heart had suddenly collapsed.

What followed was the collapse of the Star Observation Platform which was so high it pierced through the clouds.

The two leaped up and landed on a patch of red silk that fluttered in the wind a moment later.

In the secluded meditation room, Feng Wuxue was seated cross legged, beside her ears she heard the rumors of Yun Zhiheng and Shui Mingyu getting married recently from the Jiuhua Sect, she did not believe it at all so she did not ask, but the flames that were flying around her betrayed her unusually agitated state of mind.

A newly-wedded Shui Mingyu entered with a sweet smile. "Senior Sister, you've been in closed door cultivation for so long, yet you're not even going to come out to drink Senior Brother Zhiheng's and my wedding wine anymore?"

"In order to catch up with Senior Brother Zhiheng's cultivation, how did it feel to forcefully cultivate your Nine-layered Star Flame?"

"It's a pity. Senior only treats you as junior sister. The sect leader has already decided to testify for our marriage …"

Her every word was unable to conceal the pleased expression on her face. Feng Wuxue sternly interrupted her: "Shut up! Get out! "

"Senior Sister, you're so fierce, I'm really scared, hahaha!"

The fiery red phoenix on her body burned her eyes. The Nine-layered Star Flame that was cultivated to such a critical point lost control of its body for a moment, as it surged several times over.

The door to her room was suddenly opened by someone. Yun Zhiheng walked in dressed in white and snatched Shui Mingyu away from her hands.

He said, "Junior Sister Wuxue …"

When he heard the two words Junior Sister, Feng Wuxue's throat turned over and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.

She forced herself to stabilize herself and asked him: "Are you really going to marry Shui Mingyu?"

She originally thought that knowing each other for so many years would be enough to make the two of them live forever, but it turned out to be just wishful thinking.

Yun Zhiheng was silent for a moment, and then, as if he was afraid something happened behind him, he called out softly, "Senior Brother, Senior Sister is about to go berserk …"

"Yes."

With this one word, the person in front of him had a face as white as snow and the person behind him had a smile on his face.

Outside of the room was a group of fellow sect members who had their heads stuck out. Even for a place like the Nine Flower Sect, it was inevitable to see a person who didn't mind the excitement.

Feng Wuxue was nearly hysterical, his hands becoming fists, "Why? Yun Zhiheng, tell me, why? "

Could it be that all these years had been her imagination, and his eyes were filled with gentleness, not for her sake in the slightest!

The man in white who looked like a painting said emotionlessly, "The origin of destiny cannot be forced!"

These words seemed to be said towards Feng Wuxue, and also seemed to be said towards himself.

The eyes that looked at her were no longer filled with the gentleness of the past, but instead, they were filled with endless desolation.

On the surface, however, there was neither desire nor sadness nor joy.

"Good, good, you can't force it!"

Unwilling, furious, and loathing were currently dyed red in Feng Wuxue's eyes. She gave a self-deprecating laugh as blood seeped out of the corner of her mouth, "When will the things that I cannot force be done by others!?"

Three thousand flowing flames surged out from his palm, as though it had a mind of its own, and went around Shui Mingyu, who was feeling extremely pleased with himself, right behind him.

The latter used her power to block the attack, but her body was obviously burned by the fire. She gritted her teeth and called out softly, "Senior Brother, save me …"

Yun Zhiheng waved his sleeves, and his elegant white clothes swept the original path of the blazing inferno back to him. The fierce wind and the raging flames temporarily cut her off from him.

They were clearly only a few steps away from each other, yet they were opposites that could not be crossed by thousands of mountains and rivers.

The color in Feng Wuxue's eyes dimmed. His past feelings had vanished like smoke, and everything in front of his eyes became extremely blurry.

Even someone like Qingning, who wasn't part of the group, felt a chill in her heart upon seeing this.

Vaguely, one could see the sky filled with firelight. Yun Zhiheng's spotless face and gentle eyes, were looking at the fire with a smile.

He was with her in the sky full of red clouds, in the setting sun, in the sword moving in the rainbow dress, in the most beautiful times of the zither dancing.

Even though she knew that it was an illusory realm, for a moment, she only felt the blazing fire burning her body. The fiery light illuminated Qingning's eyes, and she could not help but look at Qin Huo.

Even the people in the Nine Flower Sect, who had already transcended the mundane world, would find it difficult to endure such emotional tribulations.

Qin Huo protected her frail and weak body in his embrace, his robe covered all the raging flames surrounding her, although he knew it was not real, he was already used to it.

"A hundred years ago, there was a rumor that Feng Wuxue's cultivation had gone berserk and he had been frozen in place by the people of Nine Flowers Sect!"

Qingning buried her head, feeling the warmth in his embrace, her mind thinking quickly, 100 years ago, the illusion was most likely Feng Wuxue's memory.

The scene changed once again, but it was different from the scene before. The place where the eyes focused on was completely engulfed in flames.

As Feng Wuxue sat cross-legged in the middle of the mountain, her eyes were completely red. The sword beams of the human silhouette flying at high speed burned into the raging flames in her palm, causing unending wails of pain to resound in one's ears.

However, she acted as if she didn't hear him. She stood up and stood above the sea of snow. Her tone was as calm as it could be, "You're here!"

With his back facing the people from the same sect, his red clothes fluttered in the air, seeming to merge with the fiery light.

To be able to turn into a demon with a single thought was more or less the same as her current state of mind.

Yun Zhiheng stood in front of her with two steps, his white robe was like a painting, but his face was cold as if he had never melted a thousand years old of ice.

His eyes were cold as he said, "Wu Xue, you disappoint me too much."

Behind him, a group of people from the Nine Flowers Sect pointed their swords at each other, "Senior Brother Zhiheng, the Sect Leader has orders to if he sees Feng Wuxue … "Clean up the mess!"

Feng Wuxue suddenly laughed facing the wind, "With just you two?"

Everyone's expressions changed when they heard this. They all knew that cultivating superpower skills was not something that could be caught up to by effort. Talent was something that people could only dream of.

She was once such an existence, and everyone thought that if the swords at the peak of the sea of clouds were twofold, the white clothes on the flying immortal platform would last forever.

His white clothes fluttered in the snow, but his posture did not move at all.

The rest of the people knew of the two's past as well. Immediately, another person beside them spoke out, "Everyone, follow me. We will act so that we can report back to the sect leader!"

In the past, she had faced her fellow sect members with long swords, but she continued to smile faintly, not caring in the slightest.

Other than Yun Zhiheng, the words of the others beside him were hard to hear.

's cultivation, on the other hand, possessed immense killing power. However, in the Nine Flower Sect, all of the methods used to create this array formation were mutually exclusive, and the array formation in front of her was obviously used to suppress her flames.

The moment the long sword reached Feng Wuxue's chest, she gave up on resisting. Her red clothes shone brilliantly in the snow, causing one's eyes to burn.

A look of relief appeared in his eyes. "So it was such an easy thing to die, but you still have to live in such misery."

The sect leaders of the Nine Flower Sect steeled their hearts and stabbed out with their long swords. Everything returned to its previous calm state.

However, they were suddenly swept aside by a strong gust of air, and were sent flying several tens of meters away. "Senior Brother Zhiheng, you must not commit any grave mistakes!"

Yun Zhiheng's sleeves fluttered as he stood in the cold wind. His eyes were only left with that person's fluttering red, whether out of anger or disappointment.

He had never experienced such an indescribable feeling in his life.

"In the end, you still can't bear to part with me, right?"

Feng Wuxue's bloodshot eyes had a shimmer in them as she smiled. It was as if she had accidentally cut open a tree and burned a spell book of his.

No matter what, in the end, he could only helplessly say, "I can't do it again!"

Could he still be the same as before …

However, just as Feng Wuxue was about to walk towards him …

The illusory blue light in Yun Zhiheng's palm grew even brighter as the ice seal covered the entire sky and earth from above her head. Even if it was thousands upon thousands of snowflakes, it could not withstand such a blow from him, causing her heart to turn cold.

Every word he said caused her heart to feel cold and hopeless. She even thought that even if he died to her sword just now, it would be better than letting him do it himself.

The bloody eyes that had originally shown signs of relief suddenly ignited once again. Her palms flew up as she used the fresh blood in her hands to draw out the raging flames in the sky. She used all her strength to fight back.

The flame broke through the ice and the cracks spread rapidly. She smiled, as if she had used some tricks in the past to force him to lose.

Yun Zhiheng frowned. The ice blue cold jade in her sleeve flew and fell around her body, inch by inch.

"Thousand Year Cold Jade! Yun Zhiheng, you have already considered it, you want to freeze me! "

Feng Wuxue's eyes were filled with pain, but even more so, they were filled with fury.

That person had his hands behind his back, gradually distancing himself from her. The endless frost that had formed around his body was trapping her within it. Even if he used all his strength to block it with his hands, it would not melt even a little.

She struggled until her fists met, blood flowing from her hands, but she was not aware of it.

It was only when the endless ice completely suppressed her that she found it hard to take another step forward. Her red eyes stared at the white robe outside the ice, which was still as elegant as an immortal.

With a single word, the Blood Finger Alliance, vowed, "Yun Zhiheng, in a place with no end in the nine heavens, if you become immortal, I will become a demon!"

His mournful voice covered up all the sounds of wind and snow. It echoed in everyone's ears, causing them to feel waves of dizziness as they covered their ears and ran away.

Flying snow blurred that person's appearance. He turned around and closed his eyes. With his hands behind his back, he stood in front of the freezing array for a long time, and only the sound of her weeping blood could be heard.

She said that she had never seen snow before. If she could one day leave the Nine Flower Sect and travel to this boundless snow sea, she must experience it together with him.

She said that she had no interest in cultivating. It would be better to spend the rest of her life in the mortal world, singing songs and drinking wine. However, she couldn't compare to him, so she accepted the loneliness of the clouds.

However, right now, the Ten Faces of Ice was in front of him, and the flames burned endlessly. Blades and axes could not be seen, and it was a wall of heart that could not be dissipated between him and her.

"Lu, be careful!"

He only heard Qin Huo's low shout, and the ice energy above Qingning's head had appeared at the same time as the environment, which was different from the previous few times where it disappeared once it passed by.

This time, it was exceptionally real. She could even feel her scalp going numb from the thousand-year old ice falling down.

Qin Huo carried her and swiftly dashed forward. Countless ice walls descended on their heads, sealing off all their paths. Very quickly, all of their surroundings turned into an ice prism, and snow that was even more boundless than when they had first entered the Snowflake Palace, covered their entire faces and heads.

The ink jade chess piece in his hand continued to fall in various directions, but it was quickly swallowed up.

Time passed minute after minute until the two of them had little energy left to run. She could clearly feel his body gradually sinking into the cold. A layer of snow had already congealed on his long eyelashes.

Qin Huo leaned her back against the ice wall and panted slightly. Suddenly, she caressed her hair that was filled with snow, and her thin lips curled up.