427: gray hair

The Mingyang Realm is divided into two great domains by the Two Realms Mountain, which is suppressed by a nine-story ancient pagoda hundreds of feet high.

These are still named the Xuanyang Great Domain and the Xuanming Great Domain.

In the Xuanming Great Domain, Azure Dragon Domain, Tianning Peaks, on Qingyang Peak.

By the cliff behind the mountain.

Outside an ancient pavilion.

A beautiful purple figure stood quietly, a hint of worry on her face, looking at the pavilion by the cliff.

Inside the pavilion.

A detached young man sat cross-legged, a long sword resting between his knees, his eyes vacant, staring blankly at the constantly cascading waterfall.

At this moment.

A figure quietly arrived beside the purple figure.

"Second Uncle."

The purple figure spoke softly.

"Ever since we learned of the deaths of Fellow Daoist Shen and his Senior Sister, Elder Brother has been sitting here for several months. Will he be alright?"

Zhou Xiutong asked the newcomer with a hint of worry.

The newcomer appeared to be middle-aged, his Aura deep and unrevealed, carrying a sense of unruffled authority from long-held high position.

Zhou Leyi looked towards the pavilion for a moment.

He shook his head.

As a father, he knew Zhou Xiuyuan's character.

Although he appeared detached and cold, indifferent to everything, only devoted to the sword in his hand.

But if someone could enter his inner depths.

Then they would surely be forever etched in his heart.

And Shen Xuanzhao and Yun Qingsi were such people.

He just hadn't expected.

That after retreating into the Xuanming Realm back then.

There would be no day to meet again.

For Zhou Xiuyuan.

This was undoubtedly a very significant blow.

If he couldn't overcome the pain in his heart.

The consequences would likely be unpredictable... Zhou Leyi's face was filled with worry.

Although he was the Head of the Zhou Family and Zhou Xiuyuan's father.

He was powerless when it came to matters of emotion.

He had no use for his skills.

Zhou Xiutong felt annoyed.

She thought it would have been better if they had managed to conceal the news of Shen Xuanzhao and his Senior Sister's deaths.

However, this thought was merely a fleeting wish.

As a Cultivator.

How could one constantly evade?

By the cliff, within the pavilion.

In the gaze of the detached young man who had sat for months without moving.

A focus was gradually gathering.

However, he still made no move.

Night fell.

Outside the pavilion, the purple figure still stood guard.

As the Head of the Zhou Family, and at a time when the two Realms had just merged into one.

Zhou Leyi had too many internal and external clan affairs to handle.

He didn't stay long.

He could only entrust Zhou Xiutong to look after him here.

With Zhou Xiutong's current strength, there should be no accidents.

The stars rotated.

When a ray of dawn pierced the darkness and fell upon Qingyang Peak from the distant east.

Inside the pavilion.

The figure sitting cross-legged suddenly rose, holding his sword.

Sword Intent condensed, reflecting the morning light, piercing through the clouds.

The Sword Intent alternated between cold and hot.

Yet it carried an inexpressible sorrow.

Causing the Spiritual Plants by the cliff to wither and decay.

Boom!

An Aura emanated from the figure who had risen with his sword.

Vaguely, it broke through the boundary.

Zhou Xiutong's face lit up with joy.

With a wave of her hand, an invisible fluctuation spread.

Sealing the area.

Preventing the Sword Intent and Aura from leaking out.

"He broke through the Realm..."

"But Elder Brother's hair..."

Zhou Xiutong's joyful expression faded.

Inside the pavilion.

The black hair tied up by the sword-wielding figure quietly turned white.

Like the snow of an endless winter.

Carrying a sense of desolation.

Sitting for months, his hair turned white overnight.

Zhou Xiuyuan condensed the Sword of Sorrow.

Piercing the barrier, entering the Late Golden Core Stage.

Once the Aura slowly subsided.

The white-haired, detached figure turned and walked towards the purple figure.

"Elder Brother..."

Zhou Xiutong looked at his snow-white hair, wanting to speak but hesitating.

"It's fine, thank you for being my Protector."

Zhou Xiuyuan was silent for a moment, then forced a slightly awkward smile and thanked Zhou Xiutong.

Zhou Xiutong sighed inwardly.

She didn't say anything more.

"I'm going out for a walk."

Zhou Xiuyuan paused, then continued.

Zhou Xiutong nodded.

Watching the white-haired, detached figure walk away... In the Xuanyang Great Domain, Nancang Domain, at the border of Guanghan Prefecture.

A place with excellent geomancy.

The spiritual energy here was not obvious.

But the mountains were clear, the waters beautiful, birds and beasts sang in unison, and the scenery was excellent.

Although Guanghan Prefecture, whose spiritual energy had been completely drained, eventually received a small amount of Spiritual Qi back.

It was far less than before.

Few Cultivators who survived that catastrophe remained in their original places.

Except for a small number of Cultivators.

Most moved to Linzhou and Qingzhou.

Some also moved to the Litian Domain.

And some even crossed the Two Realms Mountain, going to the Sword Domain of the Xuanyang Great Domain to seek survival.

Because of that person's suppression.

Although there were conflicts between the Cultivators of the two Realms, there were no more large-scale massacres of sects or clans.

Therefore, although the Cultivators who went to the Sword Domain of the Xuanming Great Domain had a somewhat difficult life.

It was much better than staying in the Nancang Domain.

How could one pursue the Great Dao and seek a Breakthrough in their Realm in a place where spiritual energy was dim?

On this day.

In the desolate Guanghan Prefecture, where both Life Qi and spiritual energy had greatly declined.

A white-haired young man with a long sword hanging at his waist traveled all the way.

Without stopping.

He went directly to the nameless, beautiful geomantic spot at the border of Guanghan Prefecture.

Beside the white-haired young man followed a strange Yao Beast about ten feet tall, resembling a praying mantis with a pair of sharp, blade-like pincers.

One person and one beast walked in this place of dim spiritual energy.

The strange combination, the detached expression, and the unrevealed Aura.

Made those desperate outlaws who wanted to take risks hesitate.

No one came to cause trouble.

The white-haired young man arrived at the border.

Here.

There was a small grave.

Simple but not sloppy.

In front of the grave, there was a stone tablet.

"Brother Shen..."

The white-haired young man stood in front of the stone tablet, remaining silent for a long time.

Suddenly, he sat down cross-legged.

He took out two flasks of spiritual wine.

And began to drink alone.

Regardless of the changing days and nights.

The ten-foot-tall Quenching Flame Mantis Beast followed beside the white-haired young man.

Waiting quietly... Two Realms Mountain.

The nine-story ancient pagoda, hundreds of feet high, stood in the center of the Two Realms Mountain, emitting a faint power.

Blocking all the Cultivators who wanted to try their luck from within a hundred li.

On this day.

A young figure broke through the air and arrived.

Amidst the surprised gazes of the Cultivators in the Two Realms Mountain.

He flew directly within a hundred feet of the tall pagoda.

As if he was not obstructed at all.

"How can he do that!"

In the mountain range.

Someone exclaimed.

"Are you crazy? That's clearly a powerful expert!"

Beside him.

A Cultivator, clearly his companion, clapped his hand over the man's mouth.

And roared at him.

"Hiss!"

The exclaiming person came back to his senses.

Slap, slap, slap!

He repeatedly slapped himself dozens of times.

In his momentary shock, he had almost offended a powerful expert.

If he angered that person, he would probably be annihilated with a single palm strike.

Not only would he lose his own life, but he would also implicate the life of his companion beside him.

After all, this figure had no Aura, yet he could enter this hundred-li range as if walking on flat ground.

He was certainly no ordinary Cultivator.

A moment later, the two were unharmed, and in their gratitude, they quickly retreated out of the Two Realms Mountain.

Above the Two Realms Mountain.

A figure streaked across like a meteor.

The surprise of the Cultivators in the mountains below had no effect on Zhou Leren.