Chapter 2701 - 38: The Divide Between This World and the Other World (Part 3)

However, an unexpected event occurred at the Sky Stele Snow Ridge, witnessing a shocking change at the Frost Fairy Lord Xu Qiuci’s dojo, and saw the scene of the Winter Emperor’s emergence.

By coincidental fate, the Winter Emperor, rumored to have reincarnated wisdom and demonstrated Yan Dao anew, imparted a guidance: "Let the source flow open by itself."

From then on, the mind opened up completely, and the long journey was seen once more.

The so-called "A blend of Hundred Schools of Thought, letting the source flow open by itself," is naturally a grand vision, far from being achieved overnight.

She has long been enlightened, willing to set aside the readily attainable God Arrives, aging amidst green threads, in pursuit of that uncertain path.

Witnessing the world’s upheaval, observing the tumbling waves exhausted, the geniuses gaining fame.

Marquis Wu’an, Marquis Champion, the invincible battles, Li Yi who surpassed peers...

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years.

Perhaps there will be a result, perhaps there won’t.

With such enlightenment, she sat in solitude.

The pursuit of enlightenment is like repeating these words.

Cultivation, after all, is a lonely long journey, much like this Sky Stele Snow Ridge, a perpetually cold silence.

She originally intended to sit here alone, contemplating life and death.

But Zi Shu, who has been close to her since childhood, insisted on accompanying her here for a year, and she complied. Just as well, she could personally guide Zi Shu’s cultivation, reflecting on half a lifetime, in case she doesn’t achieve her path, at least leaving followers for the Academy.

As for Xu Xiangqian...

He was driven away multiple times but couldn’t be sent off.

Every time she was about to send him away, that fool would look pitiably and say something like "Instructor Zhao promised to give me a chance. A gentleman keeps his promises, how can we, scholars..."

She never finishes listening.

Striking lightly isn’t effective, striking heavily can’t be explained, nor is it necessary, so she just let it be.

But today was quite odd, Xu Xiangqian, staggering in heavy snow, came over carrying a live fish, yet he had reddened eyes.

He seemed to have suffered some grievance, secretly wiping away tears.

His high forehead reflected the wind and snow, his appearance quite pitiful.

Heaven have mercy, she couldn’t bear to see others cry. What’s in life that can’t be faced? Life, aging, illness, death are just natural laws, crying is such a weak act!

Besides, wasn’t that fool supposed to attend Lord Fu’s lecture today, what could have happened?

"Zi Shu." Sitting in meditation in the snow cave, Zhao Wuyan finally called out: "Go and see your brother Xu, what’s wrong with him."

Zi Shu answered with an "Oh," putting down the snow fox she was playing with, and happily jumped down the mountain—a multitude of snow creatures she built with snow, snow foxes, snow bunnies, snow tigers... all vividly alive, lined up in a long queue inside the snow cave.

Zhao Wuyan continued her cultivation, silently reciting Grandmaster of the Legalist Sect Han Shentu’s "Theory of Momentum," chewing over the classic debates within, experiencing the Grandmaster’s cognition of world rules, understanding of "law."

But shortly thereafter, the sounds of "sob sob sob" were heard—Zi Shu was shedding big tears, crying and following Xu Xiangqian up the mountain.

Xu Xiangqian was still coaxing as he walked: "Little sister don’t cry, don’t cry, seeing you cry makes me unable to hold back... you... you... sob sob sob..."

In the wind and snow, the two people climbed the mountainside sadly. Their alternating cries created an interesting contrast.

Sitting in the snow cave, Zhao Wuyan’s face was expressionless.

No, I asked you to find out the situation.

How did you end up crying together?

What did Lord Fu actually say?

What on earth happened, causing such grief?

Could I have strayed onto a wrong path and fallen into Demon Transformation?

Could I have contracted an incurable ailment?