"Young master, what happened between you and the princess?"
Lan Yu asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Ah, nothing but ill-fated ties." Chu Kuangren looked up at the sky and sighed.
Lan Yu was even more confused. Her gemlike blue eyes stared unblinkingly at Chu Kuangren, waiting for his explanation.
"It's nothing much. Let's go find Nangong Huang and the others first."
"Then... all right." Lan Yu nodded. Although she was a little concerned, she would not press him if Chu Kuangren would not say.
The two packed their things and left.
Atop a mountain peak.
A group of Heavenly Prides had gathered.
Among them stood a cultivation ground. A middle-aged man in white robes sat at its center, his skin lustrous and white as jade.
Yet there was not the slightest trace of life in him.
He was like a sculpture.
Had Chu Kuangren been there, he would certainly have recognized him. This was the Bright Moon Saint!
More precisely, it was the Bright Moon Saint's corpse!
The corpse's white robes were stained with blood, as though he had just fought a great battle, returned to the cultivation ground, and passed away in meditation immediately after setting up a restriction.
"The Bright Moon Saint has been dead for ten thousand years, yet his corpse remains imperishable and undecayed. Saints truly are unfathomable!"
"I wonder who could have killed the Bright Moon Saint. Could it have been that strange presence in the gray mist?"
"Although this Saint passed away in meditation ten thousand years ago, and his Daoist Rhymes are nowhere near as abundant as when he first died, saintly qi still lingers in this corpse. Used properly, it would be of great use even to a Venerable."
"Indeed."
"But let's break through the restriction first."
A layer of restriction surrounded the cultivation