Su Li understood that Qingyue sought not only power and strength, but also truth and freedom.
In that hundred-year stretch of time and space, he had witnessed Qingyue's solitude and perseverance, and seen her faith and hope for the future.
Su Li's divine sense had echoed through every corner of that time and space. He had felt time flow and history settle into place.
Upon returning, a profound light flickered in Su Li's eyes.
"So that was true ancient history."
Fairy Qingyue fell into thought.
She knew the possibility Su Li described was not out of the question.
After all, the many extraordinary encounters she and Su Li had experienced had long since gone beyond the bounds of reason.
"In any case,"
Fairy Qingyue lifted her head, determination glimmering in her eyes. "That time and space gave me many insights and experiences. I'll incorporate them into my cultivation and keep improving myself."
"May the future be well."
A deep light flickered in Su Li's eyes. It was as if he could see a scene Fairy Qingyue had not.
He said softly, "Qingyue, I saw a bright future, a world filled with hope. But we'll have to create that future together."
Fairy Qingyue smiled faintly, her gaze just as profound.
She replied, "Su Li, I saw that future too. It's full of endless possibilities and beauty, but we'll have to pursue it and explore it together."
Su Li looked at her, unable to help but marvel.
He believed that no matter what difficulties and challenges the future brought, Qingyue would hold fast to her convictions and keep moving forward.
He gazed deeply at Qingyue, determination and tenderness in his eyes.
Then he spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of nervousness and anticipation. "Qingyue, perhaps you'd be the perfect one."
Fairy Qingyue looked at him, sensing something unusual in his tone.
A ripple stirred in her heart too. She had no idea what Su Li wanted to say.
"I want to become Dao companions with you." Su Li took a deep breath. He felt Qingyue was the one and only choice for his Dao companion.
Fairy Qingyue froze. She had never expected Su Li to make such a request.
Her cheeks flushed faintly, and delight shone in her eyes.
Their gazes met. A sweet warmth seemed to fill the air as they looked into each other's eyes, as if time had stopped in that moment.
"Y-you're sure?" Fairy Qingyue finally came to her senses and asked shyly.
"Uh... how about we discuss this another time?"
Three months later.
The next morning, the dawn light spilled across the entire immortal island. Golden beams shimmered brilliantly, and crowds steadily swelled. A lively day had begun.
Su Li and Fairy Qingyue had finished discussing the Dao. On the jade bed inside the thatched cottage, they greeted the morning vitality and drew the purest spiritual energy into their bodies, getting their day off to a wonderful start.
After their cultivation, Su Li and Qingyue headed into the island together.
Qingyue was summoned by her teacher, Immortal Huaxi, who was also the master of this vast estate. Su Li, meanwhile, was going to meet Thunder Emperor for their promised battle.
As Su Li walked on, he sensed a powerful aura and knew Thunder Emperor was there.
He strode onward, passing through a dense forest until he reached a massive stone platform.
Thunder Emperor stood at its center, straight as a pine, his black hair fluttering in the wind.
His gaze was profound, as if it could pierce through anything, and his presence commanded awe without a word.
Su Li walked up to him, and their eyes met in midair.
For an instant, time seemed to stand still. Their gazes locked, and each saw himself reflected in the other's eyes.
It was a tacit understanding, and a mutual recognition.
Su Li smiled faintly and nodded to Thunder Emperor.
"Ancestor Wang."
Thunder Emperor smiled back, the flames of battle shining in his eyes. He seemed eager to fight Su Li.
After greeting each other, Su Li and Thunder Emperor bowed toward the palace and respectfully requested, "We ask the True Immortal to summon the Prodigy Arena so we may spar there."
Their voices echoed through the palace, carrying a solemn weight.
A moment later, a dignified voice came from within. "By decree of the Immortal King: permitted." The voice rang like heavenly music, filling all who heard it with awe.
As the voice fell, beams of light shot out from every direction in the palace, converging upon the Prodigy Arena at the center. They glittered dazzlingly, as if emitted by the purest gemstones, filling the air with a sacred, solemn aura.
The light gradually faded, and the true form of the Prodigy Arena slowly emerged before their eyes.
The Prodigy Arena seemed to be an endless expanse, making anyone within it feel small and insignificant.
The ground was etched with strange patterns, like the paths of stars in motion, concealing boundless mysteries.
These patterns resembled slender rivers, glimmering faintly as if they were flowing.
Countless stars encircled the arena, shining brilliantly like the brightest lights in the night sky.
The stars were not still. They revolved ceaselessly, radiating powerful waves of energy.
Their light illuminated the entire arena, filling it with a sacred, solemn aura.
Standing within it, one could almost feel the stars' power washing over them.
It was a mighty force, seemingly able to sweep away all dust and cleanse all impurities, leaving one refreshed and clear-minded, as if standing in a mysterious, beautiful world.
The Prodigy Arena radiated immense grandeur and majesty, like a miniature universe.
The revolving stars formed a powerful vortex, as if drawing in all energy and aura.
Battling here could not only strengthen one's abilities, but also let one feel the Great Dao laws of heaven and earth and the universe, and grasp the aura of immortals and gods.
At that moment, the atmosphere throughout the Prodigy Arena turned solemn in an instant.
Everyone's gaze fixed on the sky above. One by one, phantom forms gradually appeared in the heavens, as if descending from another world.
They shone with brilliant light, as though formed from the power of countless stars. Every beam of radiance held boundless majesty and power.
They emerged slowly in the air, like an ancient scroll unfurling, every detail steeped in mystery and nobility.
"They're the Immortal King's incarnations!" someone cried, their voice full of awe and astonishment.
Everyone bowed and worshipped, not daring to show the slightest disrespect. These Immortal King phantoms represented not only supreme power, but also people's boundless reverence and respect for the Immortal King.
The entire island seemed to fall still in that moment. Only the light from the phantoms continued to shimmer.
The light was not harsh; instead, it brought a sense of warmth and reassurance, as if telling an ancient, mysterious tale.
Each Immortal King phantom looked lifelike, as if truly present. Their clothes, expressions, and auras all revealed the Immortal King's transcendent status. They seemed to gaze silently down at the people below, as if granting them strength and courage.
Above the Prodigy Arena, these Immortal King incarnations formed a solemn and mysterious backdrop. Their auras blended with the entire arena, filling all who stood there with an unparalleled sense of majesty and glory.
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