Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar Chapter 685 475: Love! Can't Afford to Lose!

Night.

The silver disk hung high, casting its lucent moonlight below.

Shang Yaoqin stood in the shadow of the courtyard, her figure concealed, gazing adoringly at her Senior Sister Ye Zhuyin.

And when she saw Ye Zhuyin and Hong Yuan interacting closely, laughing and talking, the heavy weight in her heart finally began to lift.

At this mont.

She felt as if she had shed so kind of restraint, experiencing a clarity and refreshnt she had never known before.

Hong Yuan. If I never return, I leave Senior Sister Ye Zhuyin in your care...

She squinted her attractive eyes and murmured silently to herself, before her figure quickly faded away.

Coming without a shadow and leaving without a trace, as if she had never been there.

She thought that with Hong Yuan's company, even if she were to die, Senior Sister Ye Zhuyin would not fall into too deep a despair.

Ye Zhuyin seed to sense sothing and quickly glanced back, looking towards the dark corner where Shang Yaoqin had just stood. Alas, it was already empty.

"Zhuyin, what's wrong?" Hong Yuan asked softly, apparently unaware of Shang Yaoqin's quiet arrival and departure.

"Nothing, nothing at all." Ye Zhuyin shook her head gently, burying her doubts deep within her eyes, a smile returning to her fair, beautiful face.

However, Hong Yuan still saw the lingering concern in her eyes.

But Hong Yuan feigned ignorance, quickly changing the subject to divert Ye Zhuyin's attention.

This was...the tacit understanding between him and Shang Yaoqin.

「Elsewhere.」

Shang Yaoqin was clad in an Emperor's black robe. She moved with the Dragon Tiger Stride, her figure flickering in and out of existence within the void.

Almost at the re turn of a thought, streaks of lightning flashed across heaven and earth. Within a single breath, she had traveled from the Phoenix Creek Sect to the old site of the Mythical Sound Pavilion.

Her speed was astonishing, even terrifying—faster than a sixth-order Saint.

The Mythical Sound Pavilion was the Sect residence where Shang Yaoqin had lived since childhood.

At this mont.

The old grounds of the Mythical Sound Pavilion were desolate and in ruins.

There was a ti when Elders of the Mythical Sound Pavilion proposed rebuilding it. They intended to use it as the main base for the Sect Alliance.

But in the end, Shang Yaoqin overruled them all, insisting on keeping the main base at the Phoenix Creek Sect.

She also forbade anyone from rebuilding the Mythical Sound Pavilion during the battle for Destiny.

She was warning herself not to forget the pain of yesterday, to strive relentlessly!

Once she beca The Destiny of Great Dreams, the Mythical Sound Pavilion would naturally transform into a Holy Land. It might even rival an Emperor Tao Heritage.

If not, all would be for naught.

This place... is this my ho...?

Shang Yaoqin stepped onto the bluestone floor, gazing at the main peak of the Mythical Sound Pavilion ahead.

The moonlight cascaded down, illuminating her beautiful face and lending her an ethereal, otherworldly beauty, like a goddess of the moon untouched by mortal dust.

Gradually, she walked towards a naless, secluded little house and paused.

Perhaps due to its remote location, far from human activity, it had surprisingly suffered no damage and remained uninhabited.

The little house was still as desolate and dilapidated as ever...

Shortly after Shang Yaoqin was born, her parents had perished on a mission.

It was Ye Zhuyin who had endured countless hardships to raise her, even sacrificing her own life's prospects.

This little house was a testant to the many years she and Ye Zhuyin had spent together.

Shang Yaoqin quietly looked around, her gaze filled with mories.

...

As a child, she had clung to Ye Zhuyin's ankles, babbling her first words and taking her first steps...

About to start her schooling, she had hidden in Ye Zhuyin's embrace, unwilling to go to the schoolhouse, terrified of being abandoned...

One scene after another, one mory after another.

Lost in these mories, Shang Yaoqin's feet carried her forward.

Unconsciously, she had already walked into the inner room of the little house.

Gazing at the pear-wood bed, now covered in cobwebs, a smile suddenly blossod on her lovely face.

A smile brought all the charm alive, overshadowing the beauty of all others!

Indeed, she was breathtaking!

The battle for Destiny should co to an end. I will not lose!

Shang Yaoqin's eyes gradually fird, her heart rediscovering its original aspiration for cultivation.

Ye Zhuyin deserved her own wonderful life.

And she, Shang Yaoqin, must resolutely walk her own Emperor's Path, without regret, even unto death!

Suddenly, a mass of dark divine light spread across the Emperor's black robe, swiftly enveloping her and forming a separate, small dream space.

Then, it gradually dissipated. Shang Yaoqin vanished as if she had never been there, leaving no trace behind.

Within the small dream space, Shang Yaoqin slowly relaxed and drifted peacefully to sleep.

She planned to challenge Hua nghuang for the final claim to The Destiny of Great Dreams as soon as she awoke.

Victory, and all would be joyous. Defeat, and everything would fade like a passing cloud.

「...」

Majestic mountains towered, giant trees stood tall, and ancient trees seed to prop up the sky. This was a range of lush, steep peaks.

Although located in the Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent, the terrain here was very similar to the mountain ranges commonly seen throughout the Southern Border Divine Continent.

Deep within this ancient mountain range lay the sacred and vital heartland of the Southern Border Army; any unauthorized intruder would be killed without question.

Without word from Hua nghuang, no one dared take even a single step into this area.

Under the shade of a towering ancient tree, Hua nghuang sat cross-legged, silently assimilating the half of the Dream Tao Mystery she had obtained from Xiao Yuan.

At the sa ti, she was also reviewing her great battle with Shang Yaoqin.

The surroundings were quiet. Only the cool moonlight spilled down, spreading like water to fill the vast Wilderness Forest.

The shade beneath the tree was cool, but it could not extinguish the fervent fire in Hua nghuang's heart—a battle intent that soared to the heavens.

After a long while, Hua nghuang opened her eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

She murmured, "That Shang Yaoqin... truly extraordinary!"