Mu Bingmei raised her jade-like hand, tidied a strand of her dark hair beside her ear, and smiled, "Brother Luo, rest assured, I will certainly not go back on my promise."
"I will have Liu Mei search for you, but I am, after all, Liu Mei's true form, and I understand her thoughts quite well. Therefore, whether she is willing to leave the Kunxu Star Domain depends on her own wishes."
Mu Bingmei and Liu Mei were originally one, and she knew all of Liu Mei's memories. She understood that Liu Mei did not regard Luo Chuan as her master.
Rather, it was that kind of relationship.
However, due to years of cultivation, the two of them rarely saw each other and had no time to chat. Therefore, Liu Mei kept these feelings to herself and thought of him every day when she saw things.
Luo Chuan put one hand behind his back, glanced at Mu Bingmei, and then slowly said, "Now that I have fulfilled my promise to you, I have other matters to attend to. Farewell."
Watching Luo Chuan's departing figure, Mu Bingmei narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking to herself, "This person is absolutely not to be trifled with, otherwise, annihilation awaits us."
"So what should we do next?" Lv Yundao walked over at this moment, looked at Mu Bingmei beside him, and asked, "Do you really intend to let Liu Mei leave the Kunxu Star Domain?"
"I have already used the revelation of the Heavenly Dao. If I break my promise, I will never have the chance to break through again in this life. I cannot joke with my own Dao heart."
Lv Yundao frowned and said, "But don't forget, Liu Mei is your clone. If you absorb her now, your realm of intent will also reach perfection."
Hearing Master Lv Yundao's words, Mu Bingmei could only sigh. She understood better than anyone else, but she had already promised Luo Chuan, and she could not go back on her word.
Otherwise, if his Dao heart is shattered, Luo Chuan might even massacre the entire Kunxu Star Domain.
Luo Chuan, who had left this place, was also searching for its treasures. According to the original novel, this place was extremely vast, and since the Immortal Emperor Qinglin had not perished, obtaining the treasures he left behind would not be easy.
Luo Chuan slowed down and walked slowly through the air. Looking up, he saw endless Bai Xue stretching to the horizon where the sky met the earth, and towering snow-capped mountains rising from the ground, piercing the clouds.
The summit is hidden in thick clouds, seemingly connected to the sky, exuding a vast and ancient aura that inspires awe.
Before long, Luo Chuan set foot on this snow-capped mountain land.
Beneath their feet lay snow several feet thick, soft and silent underfoot, yet exuding an extreme cold capable of freezing one's very soul. If an ordinary cultivator were to come here, even with spiritual energy protecting them, they would be invaded by this cold and their cultivation would be damaged.
A faint aura of spiritual energy surrounded Luo Chuan, keeping out the biting cold. He then looked around and saw that the world was pure white, with a fierce wind howling past.
The cold wind whipped up a flurry of snowflakes, whistling across the mountainside like knives and swords, producing a howling sound, like the roar of an ancient beast.
The surrounding snow-capped mountains are steep, and the cliffs are covered with glistening icicles of varying lengths and sharp edges, which reflect a cold light in the dim sunlight.
In the distance, glaciers stretch across the mountains, their ice bodies a pale blue-white, incredibly hard, with countless cracks etched on them by time, telling tales of endless vicissitudes.
The world was completely silent. Apart from the howling of the cold wind, there was no other sound. There were no birds or beasts, no plants or trees, only endless ice and snow and lonely mountain peaks.
As Luo Chuan walked towards the summit of the highest snow-capped mountain, his steps were steady, each step landing firmly on the snow without leaving any deep marks.
The closer he got to the summit, the more intense the cold became. The moisture in the air condensed into tiny ice particles, which drifted with the wind and landed on his robes, instantly turning into ice crystals, which were then shattered by the spiritual energy surrounding him.
The wind at the summit grew increasingly violent, whipping up blizzards that blotted out the sky and blurred vision, yet Luo Chuan's gaze remained clear and resolute, unmoved by the harsh surroundings.
After an unknown amount of time, Luo Chuan finally reached the summit of the snow-capped mountain.
Standing atop the peak, one can see the surrounding mountains at one's feet, with layers upon layers of snow-capped peaks stretching endlessly, like sleeping white dragons. The vastness of heaven and earth is all within sight.
The fierce wind seemed to have subsided a bit here, and the snowflakes fell gently, landing on my shoulders and bringing a slight chill.
The summit wasn't entirely covered in snow; instead, large areas of dark rock were exposed, covered with a thin layer of smooth, hard ice.
And in the very center of this peak, a colossal head floats suspended, standing silently amidst the wind and snow, radiating an ancient and chilling aura.
The head was as large as a small hill, with a bronze complexion, and remained intact despite the passage of countless years.
There was no sign of decay, the hair was as thick as vines, each strand standing on end, the face was ferocious, the eyes were empty, the eye sockets were as deep as pools, revealing endless death and desolation.
The beard under his chin froze into ice, blending into the surrounding snow and ice.
The mere head exuded such immense pressure, one can only imagine that the owner of this head must have been an unparalleled powerhouse who shook the world in his lifetime.
Luo Chuan's gaze sharpened, and he slowly walked to the front of the giant head. He stared intently and saw a long sword silently floating in the empty eye sockets.
The long sword was entirely blood-red, with a blade about ten feet long. The blade was covered with fine patterns, as if it were solidified blood, or as if it were the most intense blood-red glow in the world.
The sword blade was incredibly sharp, radiating a cold light capable of cleaving through the void. As the sword tip dipped down, wisps of dense, bloodthirsty aura swirled around it. Even from a great distance, one could feel the chilling, ferocious energy emanating from it.
The crimson longsword hung silently within the head, without the slightest ripple, yet it seemed to be one with the Ancient God's head, absorbing the remaining aura within it.
The red light on the sword's blade flickered, as if life lurked within it, or perhaps it contained endless resentment and unwillingness, silently recounting the tragic past amidst the wind and snow.
Luo Chuan could tell at a glance that this longsword was no ordinary item. Its grade far surpassed that of most magical treasures in the world, and it was a rare treasure even in the entire star field.
The oppressive aura emanating from the Ancient God's head further alarmed him; a being possessing such a head was certainly no ordinary cultivator.
"It's actually the head of Eight-Star Ancient God... I never expected to encounter Eight-Star Ancient God here."
Luo Chuan's eyes flickered slightly, and the thought of taking the long sword had already formed in his mind.
Such a treasure, if it could be put to one's own use, would surely increase one's strength even further.