Outside Red Moon Forest, desolation stretched as far as the eye could see, while the Heavenly Hall remained as magnificent as ever.
Yet at this moment, the hall was utterly empty.
Even when many pavilion elders came to report the news, they could not find any trace of the Island Lord. As they discussed the many shattered soul jades, everyone anxiously paced back and forth before the hall gates, as though disaster had come crashing down upon them.
The once lofty and solemn place had suddenly become a pot of boiling porridge.
Yet deep within an unknown peach grove, everything remained as tranquil as before.
Island Lord Luo Tianbei sat cross-legged within it, ancient jade beads shifting in his hand. His graying temples bore the marks of countless years. For a long while, he made no other movement, as though he had turned a deaf ear to everything on Wind Snow Island.
Suddenly.
The ancient cord of beads snapped, and the round jade beads scattered across the ground. Precious treasures rolled into the dust, like some ominous portent!
Luo Tianbei finally opened his eyes slowly.
"The certain death trap in Red Moon Forest was actually broken. It seems Guo Jiannan was not fated to die."
"This... is Heaven's Will."
As he spoke, this supreme being who had governed Wind Snow Island had visibly aged several years. Many more wrinkles appeared on his face, yet his expression strangely became somewhat lighter.
Looking at the beloved ancient beads scattered across the ground, he showed no intention of gathering them up, as though he had already seen through everything.
Until a sound rang out.
"Whoosh!"
Only then did Luo Tianbei raise his eyes and look over.
Within his line of sight, someone rode a snail out of rippling air. No trace of aura