Published: March 8, 2025
No one knows what power supports the two of them, but they actually broke through to stand beside Ling Hanwu!
Facing a forest of swords and blades, Ye Chuchen stepped forward, confronting the weapons.
"Don't disturb us, let us talk to him!" Ye Chuchen's voice was choked, her body trembling as she spoke each word. In her eyes, there seemed to be a mad flame, fiercely burning.
Her voice was resolute, not allowing any dissent. Yet it revealed a surprisingly calm demeanor.
A calmness that felt like ashes in her heart.
The Night Emperor's murky voice lightly said, "Let them pass!" With a soft sigh, he continued, "For Ling Fengyun's sake, I will allow you to speak one last time."
But before he finished speaking, Meng Chaoran had already rushed over, ignoring everything, and hugged Ling Hanwu tightly.
Ling Hanwu's mind was already beginning to scatter.
His pupils had begun to dilate.
A strike from a third tier supreme was far beyond what he, a seventh rank saint level, could endure!
But at the moment he saw Meng Chaoran, his eyes miraculously focused again, revealing a sense of urgency as he roared, "What do you care about me? Leave now!"
He was roaring!
But the sound was pitifully small.
"I'll take you first." Meng Chaoran took a deep breath, exhaled gently, fearing to disturb his brother, worrying that too much force would scare away his brother's last glimmer of hope: "I'll take you... Hanwu, today, we must leave together..."
Ling Hanwu anxiously tried to turn his head but couldn't, so he could only slowly turn his eyes, angrily cursing, "You foolish bird... What about Chuchen... Chuchen? If we die, what will happen to her? What will happen to her?"
"I'll accompany you." Ye Chuchen gently walked over, squatting down softly, and said, "Brother Hanwu, let’s go together! The Road to the Underworld is long, you will be lonely and scared walking alone."
"No! I'm not afraid!" Ling Hanwu, with some unknown strength, anxiously raised his neck: "You mustn't die... You all... you all... you must be happy! If you die... I won't close my eyes!"
Suddenly, staring into the snow-laden night sky, he roared, "Damn you, heaven! I won't close my eyes!"
Ye Chuchen's tears fell like rain, dripping onto Ling Hanwu's face.
Ling Hanwu's gaze scattered, murmuring painfully, "I'm most afraid of you crying..."
I’m most afraid of you crying…
Because I’m afraid of your tears, I will step back; because I’m afraid of your tears, I will fulfill you; because I’m afraid of your tears, I will shield my rival from escape; because I’m afraid of your tears, I secretly brought my rival to meet you. Because I’m afraid of your tears… I’d give everything for you. Because I’m afraid of your tears, I’ll live in loneliness my whole life, still, because I’m afraid of your tears... I sacrificed my life…
But you still cried…
"Chuchen... don’t cry..." Ling Hanwu's gaze was hazy. He murmured, "Brother Hanwu gives you... what you want... don’t cry..."
Ye Chuchen cried as tears poured down.
Meng Chaoran tightly held Ling Hanwu's hand, tears streaming, desperately transferring his vital energy into Ling Hanwu’s body.
But he slowly felt that Ling Hanwu’s body was already starting to reject the vital energy!
Life was fading away.
"Ah..." Ling Hanwu furrowed his brows in pain: "It hurts so much..."
The wild wind swept the snowflakes, striking his face.
The bone-chilling cold momentarily brought Ling Hanwu back to clarity. His bewildered eyes gazed at the snowflakes in the air, a hint of gentleness appearing in his gaze as he murmured, "I really want to... see the snow with you..."
In the final moments of life, his last obsession was still this already shattered dream...
Ye Chuchen held Ling Hanwu's hand tightly. Crying like rain, she said, "Brother Hanwu, I’ll accompany you to see the snow... I’ll see the snow with you now..."
But Ling Hanwu could no longer hear what she was saying; only his right hand suddenly gripped Meng Chaoran's hand tightly, bursting out the last of his strength to say a few words: "Take her... away... live... live... on..."