In an instant of trance, it seed familiar!
Ye Xuan suddenly felt an illusion, that the Lord of Extre Emotion before him seed to awaken a strangely familiar feeling, one that was inexplicable yet truly existed in Ye Xuan’s heart.
Ye Xuan awoke abruptly, a sense of dread growing within him, for at that mont the Lord of Extre Emotion was looking at him with a tenderness that he had seen before in the Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden and Guanghan Fairy.
Impossible?
Ye Xuan’s heart trembled; he was not so naive youngster, nor was he ignorant about the ways of love!
Ye Xuan instantly guessed sothing, sothing that shocked him to his core.
Could it be that the Future Body had t the Lord of Extre Emotion and that sothing indescribable had happened between them?
Such a sin!
Thinking about this, cold sweat dripped from Ye Xuan’s forehead, his suspicion growing stronger. If it really was the Future Body that had a past with the Lord of Extre Emotion, the situation was incredibly daunting for him.
"What... what do you want to do?" Ye Xuan cautiously spoke, his voice slightly trembling, his whole being tense.
The word ’emotion’ can be the most lethal, Ye Xuan was soone who abandoned emotions and love. If the Lord of Extre Emotion truly had a connection with the Future Body, she surely wouldn’t let him go.
As the saying goes, the sins you commit must be repaid by yourself. Even though Ye Xuan didn’t know the relationship between the Future Body and the Lord of Extre Emotion, the crucial point was that the Future Body was him; he couldn’t escape this situation.
"I—want—you—to—marry——as—your—wife!"
The Lord of Extre Emotion uttered the words almost word by word, but in Ye Xuan’s ears, they felt like a thunderclap, causing him to stagger back.
"What did you say?"
Ye Xuan spoke in tremor, his gaze at the Lord of Extre Emotion indescribable, his entire being in astonishnt.
Who was the Lord of Extre Emotion?
An ancient Supre!
A woman unrivaled throughout ti!
A supre being revered by the Chaos All Spirits!
But now, what had Ye Xuan just heard?
The Lord of Extre Emotion wanted him to marry her, his mind was in disarray at such an enormous joke.
Ye Xuan felt like a sheep before a mighty tiger, the tiger telling the sheep it wanted to be his wife, a thought so absurd it left Ye Xuan speechless.
"Are you kidding ? How can this be possible?"
Ye Xuan quickly dismissed such an absurdity, not to ntion he hadn’t considered marrying the Lord of Extre Emotion, even if he did want it, being around her was like living with a ticking bomb, ready to shatter him at any ti.
"Back then, the day you left, I told you I would wait for your return, and when you returned again, I Ye Qingi would marry you as my husband. That was my vow to you, my lifelong commitnt."
With lips slightly bitten, her starry eyes appeared dazed, her tone terribly earnest, clearly not joking with Ye Xuan, stepping towards him one step at a ti.
"Wait, wait!"
Ye Xuan retreated repeatedly, his whole being tense to the extre.
"What do you want to say? Are you implying I’m unworthy of you now?" The Lord of Extre Emotion slightly frowned.
"He... he is my future, I don’t deny that, but my future is fictional. He once walked along the River of Ti, yet illusion remains illusion, the things he did...," Ye Xuan explained haltingly, his words jumbled.
"You want to deny you’re not him?" The Lord of Extre Emotion’s voice turned cold.
"He is indeed , and I am indeed him, but my future is an illusion, in this life I have no connection with you, so...," Ye Xuan explained hastily.
"Fine, since you don’t admit being him, then I’ll just kill you."
Rumbling!
The Extre Emotion Power shook the heavens and the earth, the Nine-Colored Divine Light penetrated the universe, the Lord of Extre Emotion’s face cold and icy, an overwhelming lethal intent locked onto Ye Xuan.
"Wait!"
Ye Xuan’s face changed drastically, his steps repeatedly retreating, unwilling to die at the hands of this mad woman.
"Fine, I admit being him, but what do you truly want, marrying you is impossible."
At this point, Ye Xuan had no other choice, after all, the mad woman in front of him was an ancient Supre, whose re words could decide his life.
"The so-called Supre is but floating clouds, the notion of life and death has long been indifferent. I beca a Supre in this Chaotic Universe just waiting for your return."
In the next mont, the killing intent of the Lord of Extre Emotion dissipated, her voice once again tender, a gentle emotion rising in her eyes, she walked beside Ye Xuan, even taking his arm.
At this mont, cold sweat poured down Ye Xuan’s back, even facing the killing intent of the Undying Heavenly Lord he felt no fear, yet facing the Lord of Extre Emotion in front of him, a touch of bitterness rose in his heart, unsure of how to resolve this situation.
Sensing Ye Xuan’s rigid body, the Lord of Extre Emotion murmured, "I know you are very nervous now, but I’ve been waiting for your return. You told before that we would et again, and I’ve waited many epochs, finally in the Tenth Epoch, waiting for your return."
"Look, this is what we once were."
The Lord of Extre Emotion held Ye Xuan’s arm, her delicate fingers gently touched the starry sky, suddenly transforming it, slowly revealing an ancient scroll across the sky.
...
Eighth Epoch, White Emperor City!
Snow danced wildly, the cold wind roared like a beast, the vast snow covered everything. It was the coldest winter month, the entire White Emperor was cloaked in snow, the endless snowfield draped in silver, presenting an unparalleled snowy scene of Heaven and Earth.
People walked in ones and twos, so wearing cotton jackets bracing against the snow, others clothed thinly, shivering as they hurried ho.
Snow filled the sky, the earth freezing cold, under such weather should mortals stay long, surely they’d freeze to death.
"Cold... cold...!"
Under a broken eave, a child around seven or eight shivered, snow covering her entirely, dressed only in clothes with large holes, her straw sandals showing toes stiffly exposed, evidently suggesting she was a holess little beggar.
The wind howled, snow flying, the little beggar near unconscious, her breath weakening, soon to freeze in this icy world.
"Am... am I going to die?"
The persistence for life led the little beggar to murmur through confusion, her head slowly drooped, her young body gradually stiffening until no further sound ca.
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