A few days later, Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu finally arrived at the top of Sky Mountain. Once again, they were greeted by the sa pure white scenery. As they walked slowly towards the place they rembered, they saw, at the top of the mountain, an old man in white clothes and white hair, seemingly rging with the snow-capped mountains. If one didn't look closely, one would never know that there was a person sitting there.
Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu stopped a tre in front of him. As they saw him sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, they didn't want to disturb him and just stood there quietly, waiting.
Ti passed slowly, the breeze caressed them, and a chill crept into their bodies. They didn't know how long it was, but then flakes of snow began to drift down from the summit above them. The snowflakes fell like goose feathers. Gradually, their heads and the clothes on their bodies beca covered in snow. Still, the two of them just stood there, not moving, not speaking, just staring at the white sky, not knowing what they were thinking.
The old man sitting with his back to them also seed unaware that the two behind him were quietly watching, until, after a long ti, he let out a soft sigh: "I am a man from another world, I cannot help you, you should go!"
Upon hearing this, the two n's expressions twitched slightly. Xuanyuan Mo Ze did not speak, but Feng Jiu did ask, "Do you know why we are here?"
"As the saying goes, nothing cos for nothing. Although I am a man of the outside world, I can see the big picture of the world clearly, and I can vaguely guess the purpose of your trip."
He spoke slowly, stood up, and gently brushed off the snowflakes on his body. Looking at the two people in front of him, he asked, "You have been standing here for so long, looking at this vast white expanse. What are your thoughts?"
Feng Jiu's gaze fell on his face, and she said slowly, "It is cold at the top."
Xuanyuan Mo Ze, however, still did not speak, just watching the snowflakes drift all around.
"Yes, it is cold at the top. Nowadays, you are the Sovereign Rulers of heaven and earth, incredibly noble and powerful. But I want to ask you, can you make it so that it doesn't snow?" He stroked his beard, looked at the snowflakes in the sky, and asked them with a smile.
Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu were silent, lowering their eyes as they watched the snowflakes fall to the ground, covering it and lting with the existing snow.
"This is the way of heaven, and this is also heaven's will. Even if your cultivation has reached the pinnacle, there are still many things that are beyond your power to change." He stroked his beard, looked at the sky, and said, 'there are nine heavens, and where we are now is not above the ninth heaven. Your power, even if it is strong, cannot defy heaven."
Hearing his words, Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu inexplicably felt their hearts skip a beat, and they were a little confused.
Feng Jiu paused for a mont. She didn't ask him what he ant, nor did she ask the reason for this idea. She vaguely felt that what Old Man Tianji said had another deeper aning, but at this ti, she didn't want to know.
So, she asked, "Senior, has Mo Chen returned?"
Upon hearing this, Old Man Tianji smiled slightly and said, "He's back."
"Is he alright? Can we et him?" Feng Jiu asked.
Old Man Tianji shook his head: 'the entanglent between him and your destinies is over. There is no point in seeing him again, not to ntion that even if you wanted to see him, you couldn't at this ti."
He looked at Feng Jiu and Xuanyuan Mo Ze and said, "Although he has condensed an immortal body, it is not yet complete."
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