strictlysupreme Chapter 393 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 14
Chapter 393 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 14
Chapter 393 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal (14)
This was the most tragic end in 70,000 years, accompanied by the crisp sound of ice shattering.
She poured all the tenderness of her life into this touch, gently releasing half of a Soul-Gathering Pearl from the tip of her tongue.
It was made from the heart that was carved out of the birth pool last night.
"Brother, this is for you..."
Ran Cang murmured softly, her voice filled with reluctance.
The snow fell without warning at Shenshi (3-5 PM).
Ran Cang leaned against the plum tree, his gaze falling on the cloud pattern on Sui Si's sleeve, his voice gradually lowering:
"...997, 998..."
This was the pattern she loved to count before falling asleep after playing when she was little.
Sui Si was drinking tea when he suddenly stopped. He clearly heard the heartbeat in his arms skip a beat.
The moment the plum tree collapsed, Ran Cang's fingertips began to transform, like melting snow in spring.
She glanced one last time at the icy mist in the direction of the North Star, where the divine essence she had reforged for her brother was burning—her final gift.
"Brother, I..."
Before Ran Cang could finish speaking, his voice vanished into the wind.
Sui Si's palm still held the gift she hadn't finished telling him, but the person beside her had already vanished as lightly as a cicada's molted shell.
"Ayu?"
Sui Si reached out to touch the cooled tea on the table, and the moment his fingertips touched the jade cup, it cracked into a yin-yang symbol with a "crack".
Golden flames rose from the white tiger skin rug where Ran Cang often lay, and in the firelight, the two characters "Mo Xun" written with her divine blood were revealed.
The ice bells under the eaves shattered one by one, each crisp sound forming in the air her unfinished eyebrows and eyes, as if telling of endless reluctance.
As dusk fell, Sui Si slowly picked up the flute that Ran Cang had made when he was a child and began to play it.
The flute's melody was mournful, like weeping and lamenting. As the last note dissipated into the wind and snow, an ice bead suddenly rolled at his feet. It was the Dongzhu earring that Ran Cang had mentioned wanting to go play in the sea of clouds that morning.
At this moment, a blood-red star map flowed within the bead, representing the pain she was locked away in at the moment her soul was scattered.
"Ayu, why are you so foolish..."
Sui Si muttered to himself, his voice filled with grief and regret.
At midnight, everything is silent.
Sui Si found ninety-nine pearls formed from blood and tears on the icy steps. Each pearl contained a fragment of a soul stained with blemishes, piecing together her last unspoken farewell.
As he pressed the pearl into his heart, a dragon's roar suddenly came from the bottom of the birth pool.
The natal sword that broke three thousand years ago is now reassembling its sword spirit in the ice coffin, like an echo of destiny.
The midnight wind, like an ice scalpel, cuts through the icy steps, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
Sui Si sat alone by the Jade Marrow Pool, which Ran Cang had repaired seven times, exuding an aura of loneliness.
In his palm lay a cracked ice bell, which he had found under her pillow this morning.
On the bell's tongue, a drop of blood, still wet, clung, as if silently recounting her pain and struggle before her death.
"Ayu, you've kept this from me for so long."
Sui Si murmured softly, his voice sounding particularly hoarse in the quiet night.
His gaze lingered on the ice bell, his thoughts drifting back to the moments he shared with Ran Cang in the past.
Suddenly, the still water in the pond rippled, breaking the tranquility of the night.
Sui Si's Frost Soul Chain on her wrist seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, and spontaneously drooped into the water.
When the chain's end touched the bottom of the pool where the dark hair of that day had been buried, the calm surface of the pool suddenly surged, and the entire pool of cold water seemed to boil, bubbling and gurgling.
The rising mist quickly spread, and in this hazy mist, three thousand afterimages appeared and disappeared—all of them were the moments when Ran Cang coughed up blood while carrying him.
Every scene was like a sharp blade, piercing straight into his heart.
"Why, why did you never tell me that you were in so much pain?"
Sui Si's voice trembled slightly as his fingertips gently traced the ice bricks by the pool, where a new sword mark was visible.
Last night, Ran Cang was all smiles, saying she was practicing a new sword technique. But now, her unique frost color seeps from the ice patterns, a sign of life slipping away.
Sui Si suddenly crushed the ice bell, and sharp shards instantly pierced his palm, with bright red blood slowly flowing down between his fingers.
But he seemed not to feel the pain; instead, he used the pain to crush the sob that was about to spill from his throat.
As dawn broke, the night grew thicker and thicker, like an unyielding block of ink.
Sui Si groped his way to push open the door of the ice chamber, and what came into view was Ran Cang's usual feather robe still quietly hanging on the jade hook.
He slowly approached, pretending to straighten his clothes, but his nose couldn't help but catch a whiff of the lingering cool fragrance on his cuffs.
That cold fragrance, familiar yet distant, was his last thought of Ran Cang.
Just then, an ice bead suddenly rolled out of the sleeve pocket. The moment it landed, it reflected the bitten lip of Ran Cang when his soul was scattered. That tragic scene made Sui Si's heart clench.
"Fool, why are you doing this?"
He suddenly chuckled softly, but his laughter was full of bitterness.
The white blindfold was somehow pierced by the seeping gold patterns, and the silk that was said to seal the five senses turned to ash in an instant, revealing the complete Frost Soul Godhood beneath the eyes.
It turned out that the half that Ran Cang had given him had long been secretly replaced with the whole one by her. She was always like this, giving silently without asking for anything in return.
"Ayu, why are you so foolish? Do you really think I don't know?"
Sui Si murmured softly to the empty ice chamber, but only endless silence answered him.
The gold dust that rose when Ran Cang shattered is now slowly condensing into a book in his sleeve.
Under the cool moonlight, Sui Si carefully unfolded the book, each page bearing the words "All is well today" written by her in imitation of her childhood handwriting.
The crooked handwriting seemed to carry warmth, causing Sui Si's eyes to redden slightly.
The last page was soaked in blood, and it depicted a crossed-out ice lotus—the very pattern of his natal sword.
Looking at this page of blood-written letter, Sui Si's hands couldn't help but tremble. He seemed to be able to see the complex emotions Ran Cang must have felt when he wrote these words in the last moment of his life.
At the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), a blizzard suddenly struck without warning.
Large snowflakes fluttered down, as if trying to bury the whole world.
Sui Si stood under the eaves that Ran Cang loved most, listening to the ice bells she had conjured shatter one by one. The crisp sound was like a death knell, striking his heart with each note.
As the last bell shattered into dust, he suddenly raised his hand and caught a snowflake.
The ice crystals that should have melted in the palm of his hand turned into pearls in an instant, with the last fragments of Ran Cang's divine consciousness curled up inside.
"You complain that I always say you're not well-behaved."
He crushed the pearls, letting the stardust seep into his blood, and suddenly a frost-covered star map unfolded behind him.
"But they forgot who taught them how to steal the sky and change the sun."
"Ayu, since you are so resolute, how can I let your painstaking efforts go to waste?"
Dragon roars echoed from the bottom of the birth pool, and the natal sword, soaked in blood, broke through the ice, its blade gleaming with a cold light, as if telling of its master's resentment and pain.
Sui Si turned his hand over and imprisoned the entire Arctic Abyss into an ice bead, stringing it together with the pearls formed from countless tears of blood, and wearing it on his wrist where no one would ever pull it off again.
Each pearl carries his memories with Ran Cang, and now it has become a shackle for the rest of his life.
When the wind and snow suddenly stopped, the newly born divine essence burned a frost flower mark on his brow.
The moment Sui Si stepped out of the illusion, the ice palace behind him collapsed with a roar.
Those tender old dreams that Ran Cang tried to hold onto will eventually turn into a crack in his sleeve, becoming a wound in his heart that can never be healed.
And on the Book of Rebirth beyond the Nine Heavens, small characters in vermilion script quietly appeared:
After enduring countless tribulations, Sui Si returned to its rightful place, never to be stained by the heavens again.
……
Countless days have passed quietly, and the celestial realm seems to have been reshaped by the hand of time, taking on a completely different appearance.
A new group of immortals descended, exuding an aura of solemnity and reverence. They acted with meticulous care, each step steady and orderly, their words revealing the rules and majesty of the celestial realm.
One day, the immortals gathered in the magnificent celestial palace, where celestial energy swirled and rare treasures emitted a soft glow.