Chapter 1515: Chapter 1515: Beiting Huang, Answer !
“Beiting Huang, answer !” Yan Ye stood in the center of the Four Directions Divine Prison, his hands and feet still bound by chains, but only a chopstick-length portion was visible. This ant that once this chopstick-length was refined by Yan Ye, he would at least be able to move freely within the Four Directions Divine Prison.
But at the mont, he couldn’t care less about all that. He was even extrely agitated, losing his patience for the first ti in ten thousand years—desperately tugging at the four chains, foolishly hoping to resist the power of heaven and earth with his current strength.
His wrists and ankles were bloodied from his struggle, yet he felt no sensation at all. In his frenzy, he even forgot to draw upon the magical power within his body, instead relying solely on his physical strength to flail.
Within the sea of consciousness, an urgent voice ca over and over again. The voice seed to pass through ten thousand years of ti, reaching Beiting Huang, who was oblivious in his slumber. At that mont, the Life Light from within his dantian shone brilliantly, his body’s ridians and the sea of consciousness bathed in a rainbow of dawn light. His mind was flooded with countless fragnts flashing by.
At the sa ti, the Nine-Colored Nirvana Fire began to burn within his mind. Through the vast blaze, Beiting Huang saw many long-forgotten mories, countless shadows awakening from their slumber, coming back to life within his mind.
In those mories, the continuous mountain ranges were sealed by a formation pattern. In a valley filled with lush green grass and beautiful wildflowers, a wooden cabin was constructed. The cabin wasn’t large, only consisting of simple, unpartitioned spaces, but the whole structure was built of ironwood, every part exquisitely crafted and polished as smooth as glass.
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To be able to construct such a cabin out of ironwood, in the entire 33 Heavens, it was feared that only the Devil Emperor could achieve this.
In the simplistic bedroom, with her back to the window, there was a dressing table. Huang Jiu sat before the table, and a maid behind her was combing her hair. Through the mirror of the dressing table, one could see the view outside the window. Huang Jiu’s gaze was fixed straight on the mirror, where clearly in the corner, she could see a person whose half body was obscured by an ancient tree.
His brows were mountainous, his long and slender phoenix eyes slightly upturned at the corners. She was accustod to his deep-purple-tinted eyes which had now turned an ink-like shade, less bewitching and more commanding. When Huang Jiu saw his eyes, her heart ached sharply, and at that mont, Beiting Huang, in his slumber, felt his heart tremble with the sa acute pain.
It hurt unbearably!
Separated by a mirror, they looked at each other.
The mont Yan Ye under the ancient tree noticed Huang Jiu’s gaze, his eyes brightened. As he turned his body and looked through the window towards the mirror, Huang Jiu had already averted her gaze and her eyes beca indifferent, even seemingly cruel.
In that mont, Beiting Huang could deeply feel such sorrow, the pain of loving yet not being able to love. And in her mind, more childhood mories surfaced. When she was young, Yan Ye’s deanor towards her wasn’t exactly friendly, often scolding her, yet every ti she fell while running, it was always Yan Ye who rushed to help her up first.
No matter what she wanted, when she couldn’t get it from the Emperor of the Western Wilderness, she could always turn around and obtain it from Yan Ye. Back then, he was also young, living in the Western Wilderness, and many looked down upon him, but he could always produce what she desired at a mont’s notice.
In this world, everyone called her Little Ninth, only Yan Ye called her “Beiting Huang”.
“Beiting Huang, answer ! Answer !” The voice, sobbing like a cry, echoed in Beiting Huang’s mind.
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