Chapter 1177: Chapter 111: The Nine Venerables
Snow Mountain, all ash flies away.
Heaven and earth, hollow and desolate.
Cui Zhen sits alone at the mountain top cliff, empty in his arms, looking numbly at the countless swirling bone snow before him.
Sorrow in his eyes, pain in his heart.
Along with the flying ash vanishing, turned into nothingness.
"..."
Gently exhaling a breath of turbid air.
The handso Great Demon stands up, waves his sleeve, the bonfire shattered, the wine jar shattered.
Heavy snow flies.
This mountain top, all traces wiped clean.
The Tribulation Lord is the only Great Venerable in Howling Wind Valley.
In this battle’s defeat, the Great Venerables of the Various Holy Lands will inevitably take action, dredge his remains, investigate the cause of his death... Cui Zhen was prepared from the mont he took action, he sealed the cross-void oscillations with secret patterns; even if the Demon Country Great Cultivator uses Divine Skills to trace Blood Qi, at most they can only find Fog Sea Ridge.
Now is not the ti for him to appear before those old guys.
After completing all this, Cui Zhen once again uses secret technique to cross the void.
Several hundred miles away.
Another Snow Mountain peak.
Ye Ling has been waiting here for a long ti, not disturbing the Great Venerable’s reunion with old friends, knowing this last journey wouldn’t be long... Hence early in the mountain top cave abode, prepared new clothes and new wine.
Cold and freezing, the abode warm.
As Cui Zhen returns to the abode, Ye Ling imdiately takes out the cloak, drapes it over her master, thoughtfully offers a cup of freshly ward wine.
Cui Zhen shakes his head.
"Ye Ling."
His voice softly asks: "How many years of life span do you have remaining?"
This question, though softly spoken, strikes directly to the heart.
A Demon Country Great Cultivator transford into human form already counts as uncommon cultivation.
Such a Great Demon, cannot discern cultivation years by appearance.
Ye Ling appears as a twenty-year-old woman, but actually, sixty years ago, she had already followed Mo Zhen, one of the top Great Practitioners in the Demon Country.
"Great Venerable."
The woman hesitates for a mont, then smiles and says: "Ye Ling’s life span still has many, a full twenty years..."
"Twenty years..."
Cui Zhen extends a hand, gently strokes Ye Ling’s cheek, remorsefully saying: "To cultivate Yang God, at least three hundred years of life span can be expected. Demon Country Great Venerables often have longer lifespans than the Human Race’s Yang God. Soone as young as you, yet only twenty years left to live..."
In today’s world.
To truly live long, one must not stain by the mundane world, not entangle with cause and effect.
But who cultivates immortality just for carefree freedom?
Looking across two worlds, perhaps only one "Master Xuanzhi
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