The sunshine remains brilliant.
Yet beneath this brilliant sunshine, the cold wind feels even more desolate.
Under such bright sunshine, thunder still suddenly roars, echoing across the heavenly vault.
Just like a person with a light-hearted deanor can harbor endless pain and misfortune deep within.
Feng Lingqing was taken aback, as if she suddenly witnessed a kind of pain and misfortune—although before this, Feng Lingqing hadn’t faced too many disasters, nor too much misfortune.
At that mont, a layer of inexplicable cold sweat appeared on Feng Lingqing’s forehead.
Only when one feels an unknown fear in the heart does cold sweat break out.
Feng Lingqing felt a speechless sense of terror rising in her heart, as if the person before her had suddenly beco extrely frightening, so terrifying that she began to feel a nightmare was brewing, and a hint of timidity erged.
"You—"
She opened her mouth, yet she no longer knew what to say, nor what could be said.
She felt that her face must be pale at this mont, and her expression sowhat haggard.
However, Zhou Yan’s gaze at that mont still didn’t fall on her, but rather lingered on the distant sky, as if he had seen through a kind of law of the Tao between heaven and earth, and suddenly beca sowhat unfathomable.
Zhou Yan clearly stood beside Feng Lingqing, but Feng Lingqing felt that the person before her seed to have left this world, not in the sa space-ti as her.
This strange feeling arose, and Feng Lingqing couldn’t help but take a few more looks at Zhou Yan.
The previous overall impression, as she said, was of an exceptionally handso and refined man, with clear features and elegant deanor, naturally enticing to young female cultivators.
Now, looking closely, this impression inevitably deepened.
The displeasure and dissatisfaction displayed might only have been the result of a young girl’s reserve, or perhaps it stemd from Zhou Yan’s initial flippant words, and his roguish behavior along the way.
People are like this; sotis they ignore the scenery surrounding them, or beco repulsed by trivial matters.
In reality, scenery is just scenery; the fault lies only in one’s own heart.
Because familiar places have no scenery.
Not feeling the beauty of the scene before you might only be due to that irresistible sense of familiarity in your heart.
This familiarity, is it because Zhou Yan’s appearance is very similar to Zhou Wangchen, or does it stem from the spirit’s deep longing?
Feng Lingqing did not know, nor could she see through her own heart.
Even with a calm disposition, Feng Lingqing felt a mont of confusion at this ti.
The thunder still roared incessantly, seemingly a prelude to unknown disasters sprung from heaven and earth’s dissatisfaction with the Tao.
"Are disasters about to appear again?"
Feng Lingqing subconsciously murmured, forgetting the cause of her feelings amidst a series of emotions.
But these were not important.
"Strange, why did I say ’again’? Could it be that I’ve really experienced it unknowingly?"
Feng Lingqing was puzzled, but then she denied it to herself in an instant.
"It must be this rascal’s constant words of manipulation these days that disturbed my Tao heart. I must not show weakness, or else let this thief take advantage, thus losing myself."
The montary confusion vanished instantly, and Feng Lingqing’s Tao heart instead beca firr.
Her expression also took on a colder hue, with no affection for this person who resembled Zhou Wangchen so closely.
Yet because of the arrival of the thunderbolt, Feng Lingqing vaguely believed that this person was indeed Zhou Yan.
However, she looked up at the sky as clear as wash, puzzled—could it be that such roaring thunder was rely this person’s defiance of the heavens?
Otherwise, how could he know there would be thunder and snow in heaven and earth?
Feng Lingqing had also heard that cultivators who reached the realm of Sword Tribulation could attract Heavenly Tribulation, not limited by climate.
"Could this Heavenly Tribulation be because of you?"
Feng Lingqing questioned.
Zhou Yan withdrew his gaze from the sky, his deanor still calm and lazy, his unrestrained and casual temperant unchanged from before.
Zhou Yan smiled faintly and said, "This sunny thunderstorm indeed has a cause, it is truly attracted by , though perhaps because I have comprehended an anti-heaven Tao, or soone using Heavenly Tribulation to kill . But even without my comprehension of the defiant Tao, the thundering would still co, though slightly delayed."
"Even with a clear sky, it can thunder and snow. And when it rains, the sun can still shine—this world, even the matter of you being my wife in a past life can exist, so what can’t be possible?"
"Hmph, you scoundrel, could you speak properly? If you continue to be so flippant with , I will—"
Feng Lingqing’s expression turned even colder as she deliberately distanced herself from Zhou Yan.
"Will do what? Wherever I am, you cannot harm yourself, I will protect you well."
"Actually, if you look at this world, whether thunder, or cold wind, or the snow about to fall, it’s all beautiful."
"Spring flowers, autumn leaves. Sunshine, night moon. Wind, frost, rain, and snow, all have their natural divinity and Taoist charm, all very beautiful."
"And sharing this beauty with soone you care about is even more beautiful and joyful."
"Conversely, when this beauty is not shared, and the world, lonely, has only you left, this beauty becos the greatest pain and misfortune."
Zhou Yan laughed softly and continued, "So, you don’t have to think too much, I won’t do anything to you, only quietly accompany you. You rarely got angry in your past life, too compliant with —this life, I’ll let you show your little temper, it doesn’t matter."
"Bah, keep those sweet words to flatter ghosts!"
Feng Lingqing felt an inexplicable stir, her heart in turmoil, eyes flustered, yet she concealed it with an even colder attitude.
Subsequently, she retorted with even colder words.
"Ghosts don’t need to coax them, they’d be scared to death seeing , or plead with their ancestors for to let them go."
Zhou Yan replied earnestly.
"Because I have the ultimate inheritance of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Ghosts."
Zhou Yan added.
"You—you are despicable to the extre! I’ve made it clear to you, I hate you!"
"Love and hate are both forms of caring. As long as you care about , I’m satisfied."
"Who would care about you, you’re simply—shaless to the extre! Do you have any sense of sha?"
"With my own wife, what is there to be shy about? That would be too pretentious."
"You—hopeless!"
Feng Lingqing enunciated each word, nearly going mad.
With anger brewing, her slender waist arched, Zhou Yan surprisingly found her even more appealing.
Feng Lingqing simply decided to ignore Zhou Yan.
She had t shaless people before, but soone so boastful and ungrounded like the person in front of her was truly bizarre.
"Boom—"
At this mont, a terrifying lightning bolt, like an inverse Heavenly Tribulation, struck down fiercely, directing itself straight at Zhou Yan.
"You deserve it, pretending to be a great power, and now you’re struck by lightning!"
Feng Lingqing, seeing this thunderbolt, was startled but instinctively gloated.
The cold wind swept in, the sunlight dimd a bit, showing traces of chill.
Feng Lingqing’s purple dress fluttered, her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her figure was graceful and exquisite, an embodint of divine elegance.
Yet, her teasing voice of schadenfreude quickly ceased, as the lightning that appeared, locked on, and descended beca exceedingly fearso.
Like the light of annihilation, like the tribulation of celestial destruction.
"Scoundrel, dodge quickly!"
Startled, Feng Lingqing shouted at once.
But by the ti she voiced out, the lightning had already descended.
Zhou Yan remained unchanged, facing the Heavenly Tribulation, he rely lifted his head, his gaze fixing on the terrifying tribulation.
At that mont, Feng Lingqing had a feeling that Zhou Yan, the entire person, seed to transform into the divine punishnt of thunder, becoming the very essence of Thunderfla.
"Thunderfla Sword Body?"
"Thunderfla Sword Body can’t face the Heavenly Tribulation head-on like this, can it?"
Feng Lingqing’s heart skipped a beat, subconsciously thinking of this.
And at this ti, Zhou Yan’s eyes manifested complex Thunder Runes, which unfolded the creation and destruction of the world, etching the Heaven and Earth Laws with his gaze, transforming the endless thunder into Ancestor Thunder Will, like a light, splitting and pouring into his eyes.
"Ancestor Thunder Killing Domain is indeed extraordinary, capable of dispelling the tribulation with will. But this tribulation isn’t natural, it’s man-made. Could it be, Ji Taichong, who shouldn’t have died, is dead, and Ji Tai Xu sensed it, coming to hunt down? Thus, causing a climatic anomaly due to weapon and Heaven and Earth Rules’ turbulence, inciting a tribulation to kill?"
Zhou Yan analyzed for a mont and imdiately arrived at this conclusion.
The Zhou Family, even Canglan City, no one dared to scold Zhou Yan.
After leaving, besides the previous instance of killing Ji Taichong with a finger, there were no other enemies.
It wasn’t difficult to conclude this.
Recalling the mories of the Sword Burial Ancestor Star, Zhou Yan knew it must be Ji Tai Xu or soone behind Ji Taichong reacting due to Ji Taichong’s death.
In an instant, Zhou Yan dispelled the Heavenly Tribulation and in the sa instant discerned the causality, thus his Divine Soul Power operated within his eyes, imdiately perceiving through the heavens and the earth.
In the distant sky, Zhou Yan saw a figure, a familiar yet strange figure.
Not Ji Tai Xu, but Ji Tianxu, the peerless powerhouse behind.
When Zhou Yan saw Ji Tianxu, an unknown fluctuation appeared suddenly between his brows.
"chanical Puppet?"
Zhou Yan was finally moved.
Given his current mind, being moved spoke volus about the gravity of the matter.
In this copied Sword Burial Ancestor Star, a parallel world, there are chanical Puppets too?
Then who exactly is behind this chanical Puppet?
In the forr Sword Burial Ancestor Star, Ji Taichong was Ji Tai Xu’s Ding Furnace, whereas Ji Tai Xu was rely the void body of Ji Tianxu.
Now, Zhou Yan discovered that the once-powerful Ji Tianxu was nothing but a puppet!
"There must be a reason for this."
Zhou Yan’s heart skipped a beat, quickly realizing this point, hence he planned to imdiately capture Ji Tianxu, to explore the truth.
But in this instant, as Zhou Yan discovered Ji Tianxu, Ji Tianxu imdiately noticed Zhou Yan, and fear and astonishnt clearly appeared in his eyes.
There was also a sense of familiarity that cos with acquaintances.
Ji Tianxu did not appear, but like a light, fled instantly without any hesitation.
From start to finish, Feng Lingqing could not feel the slightest bit, nor see any sign.
Zhou Yan did not pursue, but revealed a trace of contemplative expression.
"This world is obviously vaster, more stable, and stronger than the forr Sword Burial Ancestor Star, and more complex too."
Zhou Yan murmured in his heart.
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