Swoosh!
Above the gigantic Ice Lake, Qin Yang's body plunged downward.
Crack! Crack!
On the surface of the Ice Lake, chilling air was foreboding, and ice rapidly ford around Qin Yang's neck, then his mouth, nose, and finally covered his head.
At this mont, Qin Yang's entire body was encased in hard ice, forming an ice sculpture, plumting towards the Ice Lake.
Once he fell into this bone-chilling Ice Lake, clearly, given Qin Yang's current state, he was certainly dood.
The cold ice not only froze Qin Yang's body but also gradually froze his consciousness.
"I... I don't want to die yet!"
In Qin Yang's mind lingered a strong obsession.
It's said that when one is close to death, past images of their life flash by like a carousel, resurfacing in their mind one by one.
Thinking about those beautiful monts and regrettable events in life.
His soul just crossed over to Earth, eating two skewers, aimlessly wandering the streets, noticing a pretty girl looking anxious while an elder lay on the ground struggling to breathe.
He pushed through the crowd and approached, easily treating the elder.
On that day, the sunshine was great, and people around praised his dical skills, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand what they were saying.
Buzz~!
The street scene faded, followed by Ruan Xinxue in a red dress, smiling, holding his arm, weaving through a majestic hall.
This was the venue where Ruan Xinxue took him to attend the auction.
At this auction, he spent sixty million to buy that White Jade Flying Saber, the first treasure he acquired on Earth.
The girl next to him smiled sweetly at him, seemingly saying sothing, but soon, the scene disintegrated.
"Sister Ruan, Sister Ruan..."
Within the thick ice, Qin Yang's heart emitted an unusually desolate murmur.
This is a sunlit office.
In the scene, Qin Yang held a bouquet of roses, smiling brightly as he handed the roses to the girl at the desk, then casually kissed her cool red lips.
This is a lakeside villa.
In the villa, there was a table of steaming dishes; Cheng Suqin carried a hot carp soup from the kitchen.
Beside her, Qin Weimin also put down his newspaper, approaching the table, a family of three enjoying their al, laughing and chatting.
In the dark forest, he picked up the crying, injured girl from the ashes of war, then swiftly escaped the forest, helping her heal...
...
Images continually flashed through Qin Yang's mind, then disintegrated again and again.
"Sister Ruan, parents, Long iqing, Li Xinyan, Fang Yun, Sun Tiantian, ice girl, Zilan, Lin Dongling, Fatty, Pei Tong, Lu Dongshan..."
All those people in the images were those Qin Yang t on Earth, their faces clear, yet seemingly so distant.
No matter how Qin Yang called to them, they didn't seem to hear, still engaged in conversations with the images of themselves.
"Turns out, I've found so many people I can't let go of on Earth, so much to cherish..."
In his gradually freezing consciousness, Qin Yang's murmuring voice erged.
Among these people, the one he couldn't let go of the most was Sister Ruan...
The images in his mind continued flickering by like a carousel, then disintegrated again.
Various moving scenes swept through Qin Yang's mind, with the last scene fixed at the Spirit Manor.
It was his painstakingly built Feipu Manor.
It was morning; bright sunshine from the sky spilled over the manor.
There were birds circling in the sky, wild animals scurrying in the dense forest.
A clear river wound through the entire manor, with tens of thousands of fiery red fish swimming, their scales reflecting light under the sun.
Besides the river, there were nurous fruit trees, bearing bright and enticing fruits, while at the back hill lay a large herb field.
At the heart of the manor, tall Osmanthus Trees stood erect, crowned with pale yellow flowers, emitting a sweet scent.
This mont, several figures stood on the grass in front of the Osmanthus Forest, including Ruan Xinxue, Old Qiao, Li Xinyan, Zhao Hui, and others.
Their eyes were all fixed on themselves and Zilan on the grass.
The image of Qin Yang smilingly spoke to everyone, Ruan Xinxue gazed gently, smiling as she tidied Qin Yang's collar slightly.
Beside Qin Yang was Zilan, with the Flying Thunder Eagle nearby.
This image was exactly when he and Zilan rose to fly towards the Penglai Immortal Island.
In the scene, Qin Yang and Zilan flashed, standing on the Flying Thunder Eagle.
The Flying Thunder Eagle flapped its wings, soaring into the skies.
On the ground, Ruan Xinxue and the others still watched them, while Qin Yang and Zilan rode on its back, flying farther.
The shine in the scene slowly faded, showing signs of disintegration.
At that instant, Qin Yang's heart suddenly hurt, an indescribable feeling as if sinking into darkness.
Buzz~!
Next, the scene disintegrated; this ti, no new images ford, and Qin Yang's consciousness plunged into infinite darkness.
"Sister Ruan, Sister Ruan, Ruan..."
In the endless darkness, Qin Yang desperately called out, yet no matter how hard he tried, his voice grew weaker, unable to make any sound.
Darkness was about to swallow his consciousness.
In Yunshui City, within the Osmanthus Forest.
Ruan Xinxue sat inside the Bu Xian Pavilion, practicing Ice Rune, but her heart and spirit were exceptionally restless today.
With a "crack," at her fingertips, the fifteenth Talisman Paper broke with an error in the basic Rune, then the ice shattered.
The Talisman Paper shattered into tiny ice fragnts, scattering away.
"Fifteenth Talisman Paper."
Ruan Xinxue's eyes focused, biting her cool red lips, growing even more anxious.
"Sister Ruan, Sister Ruan..."
A voice seed to pierce through distant void, landing in Ruan Xinxue's ears, yet the voice quickly weakened.
"Little rascal!"
Ruan Xinxue abruptly stood up, exclaiming, her beautiful eyes turning towards the east.
"Little rascal, little rascal, don't scare your sister..."
Ruan Xinxue bit her red lips, her pretty face turning sowhat pale.
"It can't be, it can't be, I must be overthinking, with the little rascal's strength, no one can harm him..."
In Ruan Xinxue's beautiful eyes, light flickered, she vigorously shook her head, attempting to forcibly suppress the anxiety in her heart, yet found her heart still pounding heavily.
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