All they could see now was this herd of cloud deer. Who could guarantee that something else had not already reached the flower field first?!
What if this was a feint to the east while striking in the west...
Ahead of them, several cloud deer that had still been slowly advancing seemed to finally sense something amiss and stopped. One white deer abruptly raised its head.
Swish.
A ring of blood-red rose in its once-gentle, clear eyes, and the tiny fleshy bud in its belly suddenly pulsed!
A trace of eerily human malice and mockery actually appeared on the deer's face!
Yun Qing's expression turned utterly icy.
At the edge of Cloud Firmament Heaven.
Void storms tore at the shattered remnants of land, leaving desolation everywhere. Yet deep within this deathly silent Wasteland lay a rare, gentle wonder.
Yun Shuanghua knelt among the nebulae, his fingertips drawing gently together as he carefully cupped a silver-purple blossom that had dared to take root in the void.
This ruined heaven had no soil, no rain, no spiritual nourishment, yet the little flower defied the shattered Heavenly Dao, stubbornly budding and blooming. Its tender stem had withstood the buffeting of the Nine Heavens Astral Wind.
The delicate blossom reflected in Yun Shuanghua's eyes, and even his breathing unconsciously softened.
"It bloomed..."
With gentle movements, he brushed away the dust beside its leaves bit by bit, afraid that the slightest excess of force would break this life stubbornly growing in a place of despair.
Yun Shuanghua stared at the little flower for a long while, his eyes actually reddening slightly.
Just then, a languid laugh came from behind him.
"Well, well."
"Is our little Shuanghua about to cry?"
Yun Zui lounged against a floating stone brought here by the Yun Clan Elders, holding