151: Chapter 151: It's not difficult, but it's not simple either.

"It's not your fault, Donger, it's not your fault..."

Qian Renxue hugged her tightly, one hand gently stroking Wang Donger's messy, sweat-dampened powder-blue hair with infinite tenderness. Her voice carried a trace of imperceptible choking, yet she tried hard to maintain her composure and soothe her, whispering:

"Senior Snow Empress said that that woman... is the co-ruler of the Soul Beast Clan, is... is a god-level existence. That level of power has long transcended the boundaries of the mortal realm. Not to mention that you were imprisoned at the time, even Senior Snow Empress, with her strength comparable to a level ninety-nine super Douluo, would likely be... in front of such an existence."

She did not continue, but the meaning was already very clear.

That was a level they were currently unable to reach or contend with. Faced with such an existence, no matter what Wang Donger did, it likely wouldn't change the outcome.

Forcing the blame onto herself would only cause her to sink deeper into self-reproach and pain.

However, everyone understands the logic, but when it happens to oneself, it is difficult to let go.

Wang Donger was still sobbing violently in Qian Renxue's arms, as if she wanted to shed a lifetime of tears tonight.

She was holding Qian Renxue's delicate body so tightly that her knuckles were turning white from the excessive force, as if a drowning person had grasped the last piece of driftwood.

Qian Renxue didn't say any more comforting words, just held her quietly, letting her tears soak her clothes, letting her vent the immense, unsettled grief in her heart.

At this moment, any words seemed pale; only companionship might offer a trace of insignificant comfort.

I don't know how long it had been, but the heart-wrenching crying in her arms gradually turned into low, suppressed sobs, and the trembling of her body also calmed down a little.

Wang Donger slowly lifted her head from Qian Renxue's arms, as if she had used up all her strength.

Those azure eyes were red and swollen now, but deep in her eyes, a faint, stubborn light that belonged to Wang Donger seemed to have re-condensed.

She looked at Qian Renxue and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Xue'er... where is Big Sister Snow Empress? Where did she go?"

Qian Renxue took out a handkerchief, gently wiped the tear stains on Wang Donger's face, and said softly: "She went to the Star Dou Great Forest. She said she was going to meet that co-ruler's spokesperson to see if she could find some clues, or... find a way to inquire about Xiao Jing's information and whereabouts."

"Star Dou Great Forest?" Hearing this name, Wang Donger's originally somewhat hollow eyes instantly focused, and a flash of resolute light crossed them!

Almost as a conditioned reflex, she suddenly threw off the quilt covering her and was about to get out of bed!

"I'm going too! I want to find him! I want to save him!"

"Donger! Calm down!"

Qian Renxue was quick-witted and fast-handed; she pressed down on her thin shoulders, pushing her back onto the bed, her voice carrying a trace of severity as she warned: "Look at yourself right now! Your Soul Power is chaotic, your aura is weak, and your mental state is severely drained! What can you do if you go now? Never mind finding clues, I'm afraid even entering the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest would be fraught with difficulties!"

She looked at Wang Donger's eyes filled with stubbornness and pain, her tone softening, yet becoming more earnest: "Senior Snow Empress has already gone. With her strength and understanding of the Spirit Beast World, her going is the best choice right now. The most important thing for you right now is to rest well, adjust your state as soon as possible, and recover your strength! If you rashly follow now in this state, not only will you not be able to help, but you might even cause Senior Snow Empress to be distracted by taking care of you, becoming a burden to her! Do you understand?"

"A burden..." These two words pierced Wang Donger's heart like needles.

Her struggling movements stopped, and her whole person seemed to have all her strength drained away in an instant, collapsing listlessly against the head of the bed.

That's right, she was in this state now; if she went, besides causing trouble, what else could she do? She couldn't even withstand a single look from the other party...

Boundless pain and a sense of powerlessness submerged her again like a tide.

She didn't speak again, just bit her lower lip tightly until a faint smell of blood permeated her mouth.

Her delicate body was still trembling uncontrollably, and in her red eyes, tears fell silently again, drop by drop, landing on the quilt, creating dark, wet marks.

That appearance was so fragile that it seemed as if a light touch would shatter her completely, making Qian Renxue's heart ache like it was being twisted by a knife, yet she was helpless.

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Meanwhile, at the very bottom of the Lake of Life, in that secluded, tranquil space.

The concept of time seemed to become blurred here.

The projection of the Lake of Life above was still slowly circulating, emitting an eternal, unchanging brilliance of life.

Lu Jing didn't know how long he had stood there, or perhaps it was only for a moment; he looked at the stunningly beautiful silver-haired woman opposite him—the co-ruler of the Spirit Beasts, the Silver Dragon King, the Silver Dragon King.

After hearing the shocking secret that it was the Dragon God who had taken the initiative to propose restricting Spirit Beasts from becoming gods, from the initial shock, anger, and denial, to the later inability to refute under the cruel logic, she finally fell into a long silence and loss of focus, as if her soul had been extracted.

She just sat there quietly, silver hair draped down, purple eyes hollow, her stunningly beautiful face left with only a deathly pallor and a bone-deep exhaustion and bewilderment.

It was as if the pillar of faith that had supported her for endless years had collapsed, and all her efforts, all her persistence, and all her hopes had turned into an absurd and pathetic joke.

Lu Jing waited patiently.

He knew how great the impact of this truth was.

But he also believed that as the Silver Dragon King, and as the current leader of the Spirit Beast lineage, it was absolutely impossible for the Silver Dragon King to sink completely into depravity just like this.

She needed time to digest it, and she also needed... a direction, even if that direction seemed equally difficult, and even ethereal.

Finally, after a suffocatingly long silence, Lu Jing coughed lightly, breaking the silence. He looked at the Silver Dragon King and spoke in a calm tone:

"Actually, Senior, regarding the issue that Spirit Beasts cannot become gods, if you want to solve it, it is hard—harder than ascending to heaven. But if you say it is simple, perhaps it is not completely without a trace to follow."

These plain words were like a stone thrown into an ancient well, stirring up slight ripples in the Silver Dragon King's dead-silent heart.

Her unfocused purple eyes turned extremely slowly, and her focus re-condensed, landing on Lu Jing's face.

Although her eyes were still filled with exhaustion and emptiness, deep inside, a tiny, extremely faint spark called hope seemed to be flickering.

"You... have a way?" The Silver Dragon King's voice was hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time, carrying an incredulous, cautious probing.

She had almost given up hope, but Lu Jing's words had once again stirred up that last trace of instinctive unwillingness deep in her heart.