Above the Myriad Snow Palace.
Sword light and moonlight collided with a thunderous roar!
A terrifying shockwave of energy rippled outward in all directions, with the Myriad Snow Palace at its epicenter!
Rumble—!
At this moment, the entire sky of the Eastern Territory was split in two.
One half was dominated by Zhang Mingyuan's overbearing and matchless crimson flame sword intent, while the other was filled with Su Jinxue's cold, solitary, bright moon frost.
Two completely different powers of Dao laws, both at the peak of the Mahayana Stage, engaged in the most primal and brutal collision!
In the next instant, two figures soared into the sky, turning into streaks of light that vanished into the horizon.
At this moment, every cultivator in the Xuanling Realm, regardless of where they were or how high their cultivation was, felt a sudden premonition. They all looked up at the sky.
There, they witnessed a sight they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
A blazing sword qi slashed out from the Eastern Territory, traversing hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers, nearly splitting the sky open as it reached the very edge of the Western Desert!
Immediately following it, an icy moon rose from the Western Desert. The laws of frost and snow froze the shifting sands, dissolving the overbearing sword qi inch by inch into nothingness.
In the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range of the Southern Border, the demon beasts prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling in fear, all because a figure had stepped through the void and casually leveled three ten-thousand-foot peaks with a single swing of a sword.
On the endless glaciers of the Northern Plains, another peerless figure arrived gracefully; with a wave of her delicate hand, the leveled mountain peaks were actually reshaped in the extreme cold, turning into three ice swords that pierced straight into the clouds!
In the Central Plains, inside a mist-shrouded immortal cave dwelling.
Several old monsters with snow-white hair and unfathomable auras were sitting around a giant water mirror, staring in dumbfounded shock.
“Is... Isn't that the Qingyun Sacred Lord and the Myriad Snow Immortal Lord?”
“They've been fighting... fighting for seven days and seven nights! They fought from the Eastern Territory to the Western Desert, and then from the Southern Border to the Northern Plains. Are they trying to tear the entire Xuanling Realm apart?!”
An old man stroked his beard, his face filled with disbelief.
“How strange, how strange! The Myriad Snow Immortal Lord has long attained the Dao of the Red Dust Immortal. Why... why has her aura fallen to the Mahayana Stage?”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.
“What? A duel with suppressed cultivation?!”
“My heavens! The Myriad Snow Immortal Lord is actually willing to lower her cultivation to fight the Qingyun Sacred Lord in the same realm?”
After a brief moment of shock, a rather shrewd-looking old woman suddenly slapped her thigh, a look of sudden realization dawning on her face.
“I get it! I completely understand now!”
Everyone turned to look at her.
“Think about it,” the old woman analyzed logically.
“Rumors outside say that these two have been nemeses for five thousand years. But after the Immortal Lord became an immortal, why didn't she just kill Zhang Mingyuan with a single strike of her sword? Instead, she only made him go to the Myriad Snow Palace to be a Sword-Bearing Attendant?”
“This...” Everyone fell into deep thought.
“It looks like humiliation, but what is it in reality?” The old woman's voice rose an octave, carrying the excitement of someone who had seen through the secrets of heaven.
“It's protection! It's possession! It's declaring to the entire world that this man belongs to her, Su Jinxue!”
Hiss—
The sound of collective gasps echoed inside the cave dwelling.
“So, how is this a fight to the death at all?” The old woman delivered her final verdict.
“This is clearly just a young couple flirting! The Immortal Lord probably felt that fighting after becoming an immortal wasn't satisfying enough, so she intentionally suppressed her cultivation to recapture the feeling of meeting her match back then!”
“It's not that she won't kill him, she just can't bear to!”
“Brilliant! Truly brilliant! So this is the truth! We mere mortals actually dared to speculate about the love of immortals. How shallow of us, how shallow!”
In an instant, within the circle of powerful cultivators in the Xuanling Realm, the rumor about "the love-hate relationship between the Immortal Lord and the Sacred Lord" became an absolute, undeniable "fact."
The trending list of the 《Secrets of the Immortal Sects》 was once again dominated by this couple.
...
On a mountain peak at the border of the Northern Plains and the Eastern Territory.
Boom!
After one final earth-shattering collision, two figures descended from the sky simultaneously, kicking up a vast cloud of dust.
Both Zhang Mingyuan and Su Jinxue sat on the ground, their hair disheveled, gasping heavily for air.
This great battle had lasted for seven days and seven nights. Both of them were exhausted, but they had also thoroughly enjoyed themselves.
After a long silence, Zhang Mingyuan was the first to break the quiet.
He turned his head to look at the equally disheveled Su Jinxue beside him, a smug smile tugging at his lips.
“Hmph, Su Jinxue, with that last move just now, I managed to land one more sword strike on you. So, I win!”
Su Jinxue's cold eyes glared at him.
“Hmph, Zhang Mingyuan, you have the nerve to say that? It was clearly because you resorted to underhanded tricks and launched a sneak attack at the very last moment!”
“Ha, all's fair in war, understand?” Zhang Mingyuan replied, completely unashamed.
After saying that, he felt a wave of heat rising from his body, his clothes completely drenched in sweat.
“Hey, where are your frost and snow laws? Quick, make some snow fall to cool things down.”
Su Jinxue wanted to refuse, but seeing his foolish appearance, looking as if he were about to spontaneously combust from the heat, she decided to indulge this scoundrel after all.
Without standing up, she merely raised her slender finger slightly.
In an instant, crystal-clear snowflakes materialized out of thin air, drifting down gracefully from the sky.
This snow did not melt upon touching the skin, carrying a refreshing and soul-soothing chill.
Su Jinxue did not immediately restore her Red Dust Immortal cultivation. Instead, she found herself enjoying this moment.
How long had it been?
Ever since she became an immortal, she had always possessed absolute, crushing power over Zhang Mingyuan.
That feeling was very boring.
It was only like this—hearty, dripping with sweat, and meeting her match—that made her feel... alive.
Looking at the face of the man beside her, for the first time, Su Jinxue felt that he was actually somewhat useful.
“What are you looking at? Never seen a handsome guy before?” Zhang Mingyuan grinned, showing a row of white teeth.
The tiny trace of a different feeling she had just developed for this man instantly vanished without a trace.
Su Jinxue's cheeks uncontrollably flushed with a faint blush, but it was immediately covered by a layer of frost.
“Zhang Mingyuan, do you believe I will slaughter you?”
“Go ahead and kill me then,” Zhang Mingyuan said, adopting a shameless attitude of a dead pig not fearing boiling water as he lazily spread his hands.
“Anyway, I can't beat you. After all, you are the high and mighty Red Dust Immortal.”
That sarcastic tone made Su Jinxue's killing intent intensify by another fraction.
Propping herself up halfway, she looked down at him. “Then why do you still dare to speak to this seat in such a manner?”
Meeting her gaze, the trademark mischievous smirk on Zhang Mingyuan's face slowly faded.
“Originally, I wouldn't have dared, but—” he began slowly.
“But what?” Su Jinxue knitted her delicate brows.
Zhang Mingyuan looked at her, his amber eyes reflecting a hint of complexity.
He seemed to recall that previous dream once again...
He averted his gaze and lay flat on his back, looking up at the snow filling the sky.
“Nothing.”
“Hey, for the first time, I've realized that the snowy scenery is actually quite beautiful.”
Zhang Mingyuan reached out his hand, letting the unmelting snowflakes fall onto it.
The snowflakes landed lightly in his palm, their hexagonal ice crystals refracting fine, blurry light under the sky.
At this very moment, in Zhang Mingyuan's eyes, even the entire world seemed to pale in comparison to this snow.
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