Her hair was white as the first snow, rging with the ice bed beneath, indistinct and inseparable.
Wang Mu walked over. Her plain cyan dress was starkly out of style with the current fashion in the Immortal World, resembling more the coarse cloth dresses worn by mortal won—ordinary and simple.
...
It was An Qixiu. Even without seeing her face, the distinctive white hair and the simplistic cyan dress alone were telling.
Wang Mu walked closer to observe. Her complexion bore not a hint of aging. This was the unique aspect of An Qixiu: her appearance did not age; in fact, it never changed at all.
In the ga, from their first eting to the final promise she made, her appearance had remained unchanged.
Her androgynous face, even with her eyes closed and lacking those penetrating, wise eyes, still emitted a peaceful yet leisurely deanor, like an observer walking through the world, untouched by dust.
Everything was so real, yet there was no breath of life.
Gone for many years.
Wang Mu looked down at the Ten-thousand-year-old Mysterious Ice beneath her.
This must be so kind of supre treasure that could preserve the body from decay. The soul... had it already departed for reincarnation? Or perhaps...
As for whether there was a seventh life, Wang Mu did not know.
Moving closer, Wang Mu almost saw, within that indifferent expression, a trace of liveliness, as if he had returned to the mont they first t.
It felt like a dream.
Even knowing about An Qixiu’s Immortal Sixth Generation, Wang Mu still felt she was shrouded in an aura of mystery. Living for so long often gave that impression.
Perhaps we’ll et in the next life... Wang Mu thought. It’s a pity. I can see you, but you cannot see .
His heart ached with lancholy.
Unlike the others, who always gave him a sense of danger, as if they could perish at any mont, An Qixiu did not evoke such feelings.
To be frank, setting aside the ga, Wang Mu felt their relationship was more akin to close confidants than lovers.
According to the Ancient Stele, An Qixiu had arranged many things. She needed him, the one of Heavenly Destiny, to open the Gate of Apocalypse, guide the Immortal Path back to the mortal realm, and provide this world with a route to Ascension.
It was like... well... half-cultivating a destined one? Players cultivate characters in the ga. An Qixiu, in reality, was cultivating a figure of destiny. It was a relationship that seed complex but was actually quite simple.
Hmm... After observing for a while, Wang Mu noticed sothing peculiar about An Qixiu’s ice-sealed body.
Her jade-like lips were tinged with a light red rouge. A unique fragrance emanated from them, seemingly enduring through millennia.
Wang Mu recognized this rouge. He had tasted it before with Miss You. It was Yishan Sea.
If a person reincarnates, leaving their body here, sealed in ice for so many years... yet the rouge remains as fresh as ever... Wang Mu pondered.
An Qixiu’s way of expressing herself, to put it kindly, was subtle and reserved. To put it less kindly, she was an enigma.
Understanding her was not easy.
She didn’t wear rouge in the ga, did she? Wang Mu suddenly recalled.
In the ga, he had once discussed rouge with An Qixiu. It was during the later stages, when An Qixiu appeared haggard and her complexion was poor. Wang Mu, aiming to achieve the ’Love Saint’ title, naturally hadn’t missed such a detail and had imdiately procured so high-quality rouge from the ga to give her. But she had flatly refused.
"I am nearing my end, rely following the course of nature. What use have I for this?"
"Besides, I have never used such a thing before... It is not for ."
"Indeed, it may seem useless," Wang Mu had said. "But rouge is to enhance one’s beauty for soone they wish to please. You and I are confidants. Every ti I see you, I ensure my appearance is impeccable. Now, as I am about to face a life-and-death battle, would you not apply a touch of rouge for my sake?"
Later, An Qixiu accepted the rouge. But by then, it was nearing the end. After the great battle, he never had the chance to see her wear it.
Now, seeing her lying on the ice bed, that distinctive rouge on her lips, he felt a wave of emotion.
Wang Mu sighed inwardly and stepped out from behind the ice curtain.
Of all the female protagonists in the ga, An Qixiu was likely the only one no longer present. Whether she had reincarnated or not, Wang Mu wasn’t sure.
Of course, this was tied to her mysterious origins.
To this day... what were her true origins? Wang Mu still had no idea.
Six reincarnations, each one quite remarkable. Logically, a being of such caliber, if placed in the Immortal World, would surely be a great power, and Ascension should have been an easy feat. The deeds she accomplished in her first five lives alone amounted to imnse rit.
Unless...
Wang Mu walked out.
"You’re leaving already?" the Ice Blue Ancient Tree asked lightly.
"May I ask... about her seventh life?"
"How would I know?" the Ice Blue Ancient Tree replied. "You are the one of Heavenly Destiny; if you don’t know, how could I? However, Master did say that when you returned, she would guide you."
Wang Mu was startled. Those words instantly made his scalp tingle.
Guide ? How will she guide ?
He began to recall.
Thinking back to the very beginning... it wasn’t eting Yan Qingwu that started it all. It was at Yunlai Creek... when I caught Little Jiao Huo. The reason is simple. If I hadn’t caught Little Jiao Huo, breaking through to the Sixtieth Layer of the Hundred Refinent Body Technique would have been impossible. If I hadn’t caught her, that wretched Divine Fish would never have appeared. Without the Divine Fish, Nanrong Biyou would not have shown up. Without Nanrong Biyou, the subsequent series of events leading to joining the Shangxiao Sword Sect would not have occurred. Most importantly, if Nanrong Biyou hadn’t appeared, the incident at Linglong Love Abyss wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t have learned about Yan Qingwu’s situation, nor would I have sought the Heavenly Heart Protecting God Pill. In that case, Yan Qingwu would likely have perished.
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