The rugged mountain trails didn’t exist at first, but as more seekers of immortality trod through, a path emerged.
On this path, there were five or six martial scholars dressed as scholars, leaning on their walking sticks, braving the wind and snow in a hurry, some saying, "We cannot rest here, if an avalanche comes, we have no way to survive"; others saying, "What avalanche or not, the celestial beings might be watching our temperaments, how can we fear such trivial matters"; some boldly reciting, "The mystical crane brings the lingzhi, presenting me with a jade bottle of ice"; still others laughed and said, "Brother Li, wake up, where is the mystical crane, where is the jade bottle, hahaha."
From a high point, their forms were nothing but indistinct black dots.
Song Yan watched these black dots, allowing the vast white snow to cover his body, turning him completely white.
This was merely his cave mansion.
The scholars seeking immortality below were mere mortals with not a hint of Profound Root, destined never to step into the Cultivation Realm.
Their fates were to live for a few decades in this small world of the Secret Realm, and then head towards reincarnation, to a place where "Six Paths Talent" exists. Yet, the new life would bear no connection to this life, their cause and effect already faded, they exist in their Cause and Effect Divine Thought, and when that divine thought is gone, so are they. This scene quite fittingly echoes the saying "I think, therefore I am."
Song Yan did not exert any power, but sensed the snow’s cover, reminding him of a time hiding in snowbanks for refuge during his days with the Puppet Sect. Despite the passage of time, he wanted to relive it, simply as a constant reminder: the way of the world is hard, cultivating profound is ruthless, those who are careless, will meet a death without burial place.
The scene was as chilling as many years ago.
Yet, Song Yan suddenly sensed a slight discord in the cold severity.
He turned his head to the side and saw a snowman standing beside him.
The snowman was not fat, quite slender.
It wore a black celestial dress.
Upon meeting Song Yan’s gaze, the snowman suddenly blinked, causing the snow on its eyelashes to fall, revealing eyes that smiled like crescents. Who else could it be but Han Lingzi?
"Keeping you company in the snow."
As the voice fell, the snowman’s mouth was also revealed.
Song Yan looked at the snowman, for some reason suddenly thinking of An Li, but An Li would only build a snowman with a righteous sword cultivator, not accompany an evil and cold villain to become a snowman.
He thought of Su Yao, but Su Yao would never do such a thing.
As for the young lady Yuzhuang in her early days, she would timidly accompany him in anything, but it was a kind of submissive trait born from "intense fear and dread of being tormented".
As for Tang Ningxin, Tang Ningxin wasn’t this childish, if she did it all of a sudden, it would seem like she was deliberately trying to please him.
However, the little bell in front of him, in those eyes, he only saw the clear foolishness belonging to a love-obsessed mind, perhaps only a female cultivator born in the Upper Realm, who hadn’t experienced the struggle of the Lower Realm could nurture such folly, perhaps that is why she could comprehend that miraculous Lifebound Talisman Character — "Shadow".
Previously, Song Yan could never understand what kind of person would comprehend a power to "completely bind themselves to another".
Now he understood.
Oh.
It is a love-obsessed mind.
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