Chapter 1320
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Chapter 1320 Between Wind and Snow
Human Circle.
“Can’t find the two of them… what should we do next?”
The Knight led the members of Shangxie Society to search around Stone City, but they couldn’t find any trace of Si Xiaonan and Leng Xuan.
“Perhaps they had something to do and left on their own,” An Qingyu pondered. “However, given Si Xiaonan’s condition, she should be…”
He didn’t finish the second half of his sentence. After all, with two Ghost God essences in her body, plus Loki’s soul binding after death, no matter how you looked at it, Si Xiaonan couldn’t have survived.
Everyone remained silent for a long time, their expressions heavy.
“Now is not the time to mourn. We still have unfinished tasks,” a special envoy calmly spoke up. “Loki is dead, the barrier between the ‘Human Circle’ and Asgard should also be broken… we can go up directly now.”
“Right, Ji Nian and Qi Ye are still in Asgard. It must be chaotic there now.”
Cao Yuan immediately nodded, “Let’s hurry.”
Everyone set off at once, heading straight for the passage between the “Human Circle” and Asgard.
After running for a short while, Baili Pangpang, who was walking at the back, suddenly slipped. An ancient stone brick that had existed for who knows how long suddenly cracked with several fine fissures.
These cracks intertwined with each other. At first glance, they seemed meaningless, as if they were simply crushed by being stepped on. But upon closer inspection, one would notice a rhythm that was different from others…
Baili Pangpang’s peripheral vision caught what was under his foot, and his gaze suddenly focused.
“Immortality Pill?” He stood frozen in place, murmuring to himself,
“All the immortality items have emerged… Could it be that the great calamity is finally coming after all?”
Baili Pangpang stood there like a statue. After a long time, he let out a long sigh… his expression seemed somewhat helpless.
“Pangpang!” Cao Yuan, seeing that Baili Pangpang hadn’t moved, called out.
Baili Pangpang took one last look at the pattern of broken stones, then crushed it to powder with his foot, scattering it in the air with the yellow sand.
“Coming!” He responded, hurrying forward to catch up.
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Mist.
An unnamed snowy mountain.
In the deathly silent and pale white world, Si Xiaonan’s eyelashes trembled slightly, shaking off flakes of snow.
Her eyes slowly opened, deep in her pupils was profound confusion…
“I…” Si Xiaonan stared blankly at the familiar world before her, seemingly puzzled about why she could still wake up.
Just then, from the corner of her eye, she saw the corpse beside her, already wrapped in ice and snow. Her pupils suddenly contracted!
She stood stunned for a moment, then, as if gone mad, she abruptly got up from the ground and stumbled to his side.
“Leng Xuan?! Leng Xuan!!!” Si Xiaonan held his body, shaking it continuously. The bone-chilling cold transmitted from her fingertips – his corpse was already as rigid as ice.
Her face turned pale as she kept calling Leng Xuan’s name.
“Immortality Pill… Immortality Pill?!” Si Xiaonan stared blankly at the scene before her, quickly understanding what had happened. She turned to see several Revival Pills on the ground that had been frozen into ice chips, and was struck as if by lightning.
What Leng Xuan had taken was never the Immortality Pill… but the Revival Pills he had obtained from the God of Forge.
He had given the Immortality Pill to her.
“No… I won’t let you die, I won’t let you die!” Si Xiaonan held Leng Xuan’s corpse, muttering like someone possessed. She let out a roar, and surging divine power erupted, causing all the snow at the mountain peak to splash in all directions!
Countless black threads extended from her body, interweaving into numerous tricks, radiating mysterious light.
One trick after another dissipated. Si Xiaonan’s bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Leng Xuan in her arms, but no matter how she activated the tricks, Leng Xuan’s body showed no signs of recovery…
Tricks can deceive brief history, but they are not omnipotent.
Even Loki at his peak could only rewrite history from about forty seconds ago, and Leng Xuan’s death had occurred much earlier than that…
Countless tricks appeared and vanished around Si Xiaonan. Her fists clenched tightly, and with a furious roar, she slammed them heavily onto the ground!
Bang—!!
Snow flew everywhere as the mountain suddenly collapsed. The rolling avalanche buried the land below, thunderous sounds echoing between the valleys.
Si Xiaonan knelt in the void, holding Leng Xuan, her hot tears dripping onto the frost-covered corpse, creating ripples.
“God of Mischief… immortality… what use are these to me?!” Si Xiaonan, like a child who had lost everything, cried and roared heartbreakingly amidst the flying snow.
When the flying snowflakes gradually returned to the valley and the world once again fell into deadly silence, Si Xiaonan slowly pressed her forehead against Leng Xuan’s chest.
Choking with sobs, she murmured:
“I… don’t want to go home alone…”
The cold wind wailed, the mist drifted.
In the devastated mountain valley, Si Xiaonan held Leng Xuan’s corpse and cried for a long time before slowly standing up.
She wiped away the frozen tears on her cheeks, bit her lip, and searched around Leng Xuan’s waist for a moment before taking out a metal box the size of a cigarette case.
“Leng Xuan… please bear with being in here for a while. I need to do something, and then I’ll take you home…” she said gently to the pale-faced Leng Xuan.
She opened the [Mobile Arsenal], about to put Leng Xuan’s body inside, but her movement paused.
After hesitating for a moment, she took off the blood-stained black coat that Leng Xuan had been wearing and put it on herself.
“Watch, Leng Xuan…” Si Xiaonan rubbed the collar of the coat, murmuring, “I will make Asgard pay the price…”
Si Xiaonan’s fingertip swept across the metal box, a faint light flashed, and Leng Xuan’s body was collected inside. She carefully placed the [Mobile Arsenal] in her bosom, slowly turned her head, and looked toward a certain direction in the mist.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and in her cold gaze flickered a murderous intent.
The blood-stained black coat danced wildly in the wind. Si Xiaonan took a step into the air, countless black threads intertwined, and her figure instantly disappeared into the blowing snow.
