strictlysupreme Chapter 380 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 1
Chapter 380 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 1
Chapter 380 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal (Part 1)
In the far north, the biting wind howled like a sharp blade, and ice quietly spread beneath Ran Cang's feet, blooming into delicate and frigid frost flowers.
She stood tall and looked up at her brother at the far end of the sky, her eyes filled with both determination and complex emotions.
At this moment, the Nine Heavenly Steps burned fiercely behind Sui Si, and the crimson-gold heavenly fire seemed to be alive, frantically wrapping around the black iron chains.
Each dance move seemed to scorch the vast starry sky with blackened cracks.
A terrifying aura spread, causing the entire world to tremble.
Under the impact of the powerful force, Sui Si's black armor was peeling off piece by piece, revealing the chaotic black mist surging inside.
The mist seemed like a curse from an endless abyss, mysterious and dangerous.
He gripped the sword of judgment tightly, its blade gleaming with a cold, icy light, and slowly pointed it at the Arctic Abyss, his voice low yet undeniably authoritative:
"Heaven has decreed that I gouge out your eyes—the eyes that always gaze upon the mortal world."
The sound seemed to carry endless helplessness, echoing across the snow-covered land.
Ran Cang watched him quietly, her silver hair fluttering wildly in the cold wind, gently brushing against the frozen armor. Frost essence gradually condensed in her palm, eventually transforming into a moon that emitted a cold, eerie light.
The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, with a hint of mockery and a hint of relief:
"Then why did you wait three hundred years to come?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the ice crystals slowly climbed up the chains, and the moment they touched Sui Si's wrist, something strange happened.
They transformed into glistening tears, as if telling of the endless grievances and longings of these long years.
Just then, heavenly fire suddenly erupted, and a huge black dragon phantom slowly emerged from behind Sui Si.
Its body blotted out the sky, and every breath it took was accompanied by an intense aura of fire.
Ran Cang's gaze froze as she saw the fleeting clarity in her brother's eyes—just like the bitter smile reflected in the firelight when he broke her bow and arrows with his own hands back then.
In that instant, memories of the past flooded her mind like a tide, the beauty of the past intertwined with the cruelty of the present, leaving her with mixed feelings.
"Come on!"
Sui Si suddenly let out a deafening roar.
The roar contained immense power, shattering the vast ice plains. Countless ice blocks broke apart and scattered in all directions with this furious roar.
However, before Ran Cang could react, the black dragon's fangs had already mercilessly pierced through Sui Si's chest.
The primordial chaos, like ink dripping into crimson flames, caused two powerful yet opposing forces to collide, triggering an even more terrifying energy storm.
A resolute glint flashed in Ran Cang's eyes, and she pressed the moon wheel into her heart without hesitation.
In an instant, the Frost Soul Crystal rapidly bloomed along her bloodline, and an extremely cold aura spread outwards from her center.
She looked at Sui Si, her voice firm yet gentle:
"Back then, you took half of the heavenly punishment for me; this time, it's my turn to break your shackles."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a dazzling aurora suddenly illuminated the eternal night of the far north, its light radiant.
The ends of her graying hair began to gradually turn into stardust, drifting away in the wind.
Sui Si looked at Ran Cang, and the pain and struggle in his heart reached its peak.
Suddenly, the sword of judgment in his hand abruptly changed direction, and pure heavenly fire burst forth from the chaotic black mist, the flames seeming to be the final release of his power.
As the sword pierced their hearts, Ran Cang saw the moon's reflection in his brother's eyes.
The reflection was clear and serene, just like the wonderful times they had spent together.
Amidst the deafening roar of the collapsing pillar, the Black Dragon and Aurora engaged in a final, desperate battle, ultimately perishing together.
The shattered frost slowly coalesced between heaven and earth, eventually forming a new sun and moon, casting down a gentle light.
And in that burning stardust, two phantom figures are walking side by side toward dawn.
Although their figures are illusory, they are full of power, as if telling a legend that never ends.
……
In the shimmering moonlit courtyard of the Star Palace, soft silver light poured down, as if draping the entire courtyard in a thin veil.
The ninefold sea of clouds seemed to be alive, surging and rolling freely under the corridor, sometimes like raging waves, sometimes like light cotton wool, ever-changing.
Ran Cang wore a moon-white long dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze, like a snow lotus blooming under the moonlight.
Her eyebrows furrowed, and with a hint of anger on her face, she slammed the newly compiled "History of the Heavenly Way" heavily onto the white jade table.
With a crisp "snap," the pages formed from frost and spirit scattered like startled birds into tiny specks of stardust, shimmering faintly in the moonlight.
"Brother, listen to this—"
Ran Cang deliberately pinched his throat, imitating the delicate and melodious chanting of the fairies, and his voice echoed in the courtyard.
"When the Divine Lord Sui Si gouged out his eyes to suppress chaos, three thousand immortal cranes wept blood for a hundred days, and the heart of the Goddess of the Azure Sky shattered into ice crystals in the Arctic Abyss..."
Her exaggerated tone, coupled with her vivid expressions, made her look exactly like a mischievous child playing a prank.
At this moment, Sui Si was sitting to the side, intently brewing tea with heavenly fire.
He wore a long black robe, its hem fluttering, and his silver hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall, resembling the Milky Way in the night sky.
Upon hearing Ran Cang's words, he jerked his wrist violently, and the golden flames that had been quietly dancing in the teacup nearly set his hanging silver hair ablaze.
He frowned slightly, a helpless, bitter smile appearing on his face, and said:
"Which fairy servant did you pick up this storybook from?"
What utter nonsense is this?
"This is the official history that the Heavenly Historian just presented!"
Ran Cang retorted defiantly, waving his sleeve as he spoke.
In an instant, a chill swept over us, and an ice mirror quickly condensed in the air.
The mirror was supposed to reflect the actual scene of that day, but for some reason, it turned into a comical shadow puppet show:
The round-headed little black dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, chased the goddess in the blue dress all over the screen.
The sight was quite comical, and in the background, a flock of cranes held up maple leaves to pretend to be tears of blood, flapping their wings in the air, making people unable to help but laugh.
Looking at the scene in the ice mirror, Sui Si finally couldn't hold back and chuckled softly.
The laughter was like a spring breeze rippling across a lake.
With a flick of his finger, the heavenly fire instantly transformed into a golden rope, winding and dancing in the air, binding the ice mirror tightly in the blink of an eye, bringing the comical shadow puppet show to an abrupt end.
"If you were really this lively and energetic back then, how could my consciousness have been eroded by the Chaos Origin?"
His voice carried a hint of doting affection, mixed with a touch of emotion, as if recalling that difficult past.
Just then, a clear, melodious sound, like the sound of a mountain spring, suddenly came from outside the courtyard.
The twelve presiding immortals, dressed in magnificent robes with flowing sleeves, entered with reverence, each holding a peach that ripens only once every thousand years.
The peaches were all plump and round, emitting an enticing aroma, and their surfaces shimmered with a faint halo, clearly indicating that they were treasures of the immortals.
Ran Cang, who had just been rolling around on the couch like a child, instantly regained her dignified goddess demeanor upon hearing the noise.
She stood up gracefully, her snow-white eyebrows drooping slightly, revealing a cool and noble temperament in her eyes.
However, her unintentional movement startled the leader, the Immortal Lord of Fate, causing his expression to change slightly and him to subconsciously take a half-step back.
With a "crack," the cloud-patterned brick beneath his feet shattered.
"We respectfully request that the two Holy Rulers move their residence to the Jade Pool..."
The Master of Ceremonies stepped forward with a stiff upper lip, his voice trembling slightly. He managed to utter a few words before they caught in his throat.
To their astonishment, they discovered that the goddess Ran Cang, whom they usually revered and worshipped, was secretly freezing their brother's teacup with Frost Soul while no one was looking.