"Even the three million gods in heaven must bow their heads before me!"
Deep in the Tianshan Mountains.
The mountain range stretches for thousands of miles, and above the snow line, a solitary peak pierces the sky like a sharp sword, its summit nowhere to be seen.
At the summit, a man stood with his hands behind his back.
He was dressed in a snow-white robe, spotless, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding a transcendent and elegant air.
The surrounding clouds churned and the wind howled fiercely, yet they couldn't stir even a wisp of his clothing.
"roar--"
A tiger's roar came from the depths of the sea of clouds, shaking the clouds and mist apart.
A gigantic, snow-white tiger descended from the sky, and on its back sat a stunningly beautiful woman.
The woman wore a light blue dress and had a cold, aloof expression, like an iceberg that had never melted.
The giant tiger landed steadily on the mountaintop, and the woman leaped down gracefully, walking three steps behind the man in white robes, where she bowed respectfully.
"master."
The man in white robes did not turn around; his voice remained calm.
"Bing'er, what is it?"
Shui Bing'er presented a letter with both hands. The envelope was completely intact, enveloped in soul power.
"A letter from my teacher's wife."
She spoke, her voice clear and crisp, like ice and jade striking each other.
Shui Bing'er looked at the man's back, her cool gaze revealing a hint of tenderness and worry.
The man, Luo Chen, slowly turned around.
He reached out and took the letter.
Open the envelope and unfold the letter.
The neat and familiar handwriting came into view.
[My dear husband, I am pleased to receive this letter.]
[Seeing this letter is like seeing you in person.]
The battle at Jialing Pass is intense, and I may have to stay here for a while longer. You need not worry; I have already attained divine status, and few in this world can harm me.
[But you, the wind and snow are fierce deep in the Tianshan Mountains. You are of average health, so remember to eat on time, wear more clothes, and make sure to cover yourself well with a blanket at night so you don't catch a cold.]
I'm not here with you, so please take good care of yourself.
I know you dislike fighting, and keeping you away from the battlefield is the only thing I can do for you. My husband, promise me that no matter what news you hear, you will not leave Tianshan, okay?
When I return, I will brew tea for you and play the zither for you. We will then watch the sunrise and sunset, and the clouds drift by, just like before.
[like...]
If I do not return for a long time, you will forget me.
Find a beautiful place with clear waters and lush mountains, marry a gentle and virtuous wife, and spend the rest of your life in peace.
Remember, do not look for me, do not think of me.
Meeting you in this life is the greatest fortune of all, Xue'er.
[Wife, Qian Renxue's last work. ]
The letter was light, but in Luo Chen's hands, it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
His name is Luo Chen.
In his previous life, he was an ordinary student on Earth. An accident transported him to the Douluo Continent.
Unlike those transmigrators who struggled to survive, he was born with unparalleled cultivation.
In his eyes, the so-called gods of this world are nothing more than slightly more powerful ants.
He could have destroyed the continent and recreated the world in the blink of an eye.
But he didn't.
Being invincible is lonely, so he chose an even more difficult path.
The world refines the heart, transcending the mundane and achieving liberation.
He traveled across the continent.
Having witnessed the full spectrum of human nature and the rise and fall of dynasties, my heart remains as calm as a still well.
Until he met the girl named Qian Renxue.
At that time, she was not yet the Angel God she would become; she was merely a Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall.
She was noble and pure, yet carried a hint of loneliness that few knew about.
He was just a poor scholar who argued with the owner of a roadside teahouse until his face turned red over a single penny.
Their meeting was a cliché: a hero saves a damsel in distress.
Of course, she is the hero, and the "beauty" who was saved is him, the "ordinary man".
She thought he was just an ordinary person and took good care of him.
When he was hungry, she would clumsily grill meat for him, getting her face covered in grime.
When he gets cold, she takes off her cloak and puts it on him, saying, "Don't freeze to death."
If he gets injured, she will be even more anxious than if she herself were injured, and she will carefully bandage him.
Luo Chen had lived for countless years, and no one had ever treated him like this.
That long-dormant heart quietly melted away.
He stayed by her side, playing the role of this "ordinary person".
He enjoyed it.
Later, they fell in love and got married.
He became her husband, her weakness, and an ordinary person she was willing to protect with her life.
The Battle of Jialing Pass begins, and the situation is constantly changing.
Qian Renxue naturally did not want him, a "mortal," to be involved.
On the eve of the great battle, she held him in her arms and said softly, "My husband, things are very chaotic outside. Go and wait for me deep in the Tianshan Mountains. It's the safest place there. I'll come find you after I've dealt with everything."
Luo Chen smiled and agreed.
He knew she didn't want him to worry, didn't want him to see the cruelty of the battlefield.
He also knew that Tang San had become the Sea God, and his Xue'er, even if she also became the Angel God, might not be a match for that chosen one.
Moreover, Tang San, who lacks martial ethics, has the entire God Realm standing behind him.
...
Luo Chen carefully folded the letter and put it in his pocket.
"Xue'er".
He called the name softly.
The entire summit of Tianshan Mountain fell into a deathly silence in an instant.
The wind stopped.
The clouds have stopped.
Time and space seemed to freeze at this moment.
Shui Bing'er felt an indescribable pressure emanating from her master. It was not soul power, nor divine power, but a kind of "intention" that transcended all things in heaven and earth.
Faced with this "intention," she felt as insignificant as a speck of dust.
She couldn't even breathe or move; she could only watch helplessly as her master passed away.
Luo Chen raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless space, landing on the distant Jialing Pass.
His eyes remained calm, but beneath that calm lay a fury powerful enough to extinguish the heavens.
"Bing'er".
Luo Chen spoke again, and the surrounding restraints instantly disappeared.
Shui Bing'er gasped for breath, her face filled with shock and horror as she stared at her master.
"Master...I..."
Luo Chen smiled, his smile as gentle as ever, but Shui Bing'er felt a chill run down her spine.
Do you know what I can't stand the most in my life?
Shui Bing'er didn't dare to speak, she just shook her head.
Luo Chen slowly walked to the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain, looking down at the rolling sea of clouds below.
"What I can't stand the most is other people, especially those who bully me."
His voice was very soft and faint.
"I used to think that the trials and tribulations of life, witnessing the joys and sorrows of life, were quite interesting."
"Now I realize it's meaningless."
"My heart is already filled with one person, so what's the point of practicing anymore?"
Luo Chen turned his head and looked at Shui Bing'er with a hint of apology on his face.
"I'm not going down this path of transcendence anymore."
"To return to this mortal world for the sake of one person seems... not so bad."
"Let me see what kind of people live on this continent today!"
Just then.
Rumble!
A deafening, muffled roar suddenly came from the heavens.
(End of chapter)