The heavy snow whirled.

An elder, draped in a Lotus Robe, stood amidst the wind and snow, towering like a mountain.

The entire Ice Soul Cave Heaven was trembling faintly.

"...Master."

Xie Xuanyi watched this scene, dazed and lost in thought.

He looked towards his master, yet felt that, at this moment, his master seemed somewhat different from what he remembered.

The patterns on the Lotus Robe seemed slightly different from his memory.

His master's hair also seemed more grizzled?

The elder looked at his disciple, nodded slightly, and gave a knowing smile.

He did not say much more, only uttered this sentence, and then his entire figure dispersed with the wind.

That robe turned into white ashes among the wind and snow—

Rustle.

The overwhelming pressure that enveloped the Grotto Heaven also dispersed along with the wind and snow.

Several miles away, the Snow Demon did not dare to rise; it lifted its head in extreme fear, cautiously sensing the aura of "Zhao Chunyang."

In that instant.

All the Great Demons in the Thirty-three Cave Heavens sensed the "fear" deep in their Heart Lake.

They were certain.

Zhao Chunyang had arrived here.

But in just a moment, the "supreme" existence within the range of the Snow Demon's Divine Thought vanished without a trace... as if it was a gust of wind.

No, even more ethereal than wind.

"Is this... an illusion?"

Even the Wangyou Island Master was somewhat bewildered, not quite understanding what had just happened.

"Divine Travel."

Xie Xuanyi was silent for a long time, then said hoarsely, "Master has been in a state of 'Divine Travel' these years."

The Wangyou Island Master's expression turned complex and strange; he only knew that Zhao Chunyang had been in seclusion for years and didn't know that this Sword Palace Master had long been in Divine Travel... but it made sense; Zhao Chunyang might have a way to accomplish all the world's "incredible" things, right?

Divine Travel is something I couldn't manage.

But if it's Zhao Chunyang... there's nothing surprising about it.

"Your master... seems to have aged?"

The Wangyou Island Master furrowed his brow.

It sounded contradictory; Zhao Chunyang had already lived for two hundred years, which was quite old.

But Xie Xuanyi understood the Island Master's implication.

"It's a bit strange."

Xie Xuanyi said in a low voice, "Just a few days ago, when Master was in seclusion, there weren't so many white hairs at his temples."

With Zhao Chunyang's strength, half a step into the Heavenly People realm, changing his appearance would be a trivial task.

If he wished.

He could restore his appearance to his youthful years, full of spirit.

But Zhao Chunyang never did such things—

This flesh body, having gone through the baptism of time and frost, should look as it does.

Zhao Chunyang had never used any mana, primordial energy, divine skills... to alter this form; if the flesh body aged, it would accept aging. Though his age was great, he didn't entangle with much cause and effect, so the natural result of this form aging still appeared "younger" than peers, at least not too haggard.

The "one" who appeared just now, though only for a brief moment, gave an impression of being battered by winds and frost, with an indistinct weariness in his eyes.

"I've heard, in a state of Divine Travel... a cultivator's 'Divine Soul' is quite unstable."

The Wangyou Island Master murmured, "Could it be that this old fellow's time is really running out?"

Upon saying this, he realized it was inappropriate.

The Island Master promptly shut his mouth.

Here was the Da Sui Sword Palace... with his experience, if Zhao Chunyang heard such backbiting, he would likely come out of seclusion and directly punch him!

Yet the Ice Soul Cave Heaven was a scene of deathly silence.

This, instead, made the Island Master's heart feel a faint sense of disappointment.

"No reaction?"

The Wangyou Island Master looked towards the direction of Lotus Peak, his heart rippling with an indefinable meaning.

If it were twenty years ago.

Zhao Chunyang would have probably come out without hesitation to give him two punches, right?

This old guy...

Could it be he's really not capable anymore?

...

...

The falling snow on the Heavenly Peak seemed to slow down significantly. After pondering for a long time, the Wangyou Island Master finally made a decision.

He solemnly spoke, "Xie Xuanyi, I can attempt to cast 'Forget Sorrow,' but I will only attempt it this once. Should any anomalies occur during the ritual, I will stop immediately. The price for using 'Forget Sorrow' this time, I have already told you. You have the time of a stick of incense to consider."

"No need for a stick of incense."

Xie Xuanyi responded without the slightest hesitation, "Please, Island Master, perform the ritual now."

Upon hearing this, the Wangyou Island Master let out a gentle sigh.

He had already guessed it would be this way. Xie Xuanyi was very similar to a young Zhao Chunyang, indeed an exemplary master-disciple pair.

Or perhaps... all the sword cultivators of Da Sui Sword Palace are just as stubborn?

Once a decision was made, they were unwavering.

Even if it meant death, not a hint of fear.

Rustle!

Gold light surged.

The Wangyou Island Master extended his palm, placed it on Xie Xuanyi's shoulder, and once again crossed the void, returning to the great cocoon where Jiang Miaoyin was in seclusion. The wind and snow surged once more.

"Close your eyes, sit cross-legged, face each other."

The Wangyou Island Master transmitted a message to the Divine Sea.

Xie Xuanyi followed the instructions, he came to Jiang Miaoyin, gazed at that perfectly beautiful face frozen into an ice sculpture, slowly sat down, and then closed his eyes.

A piece of the Divine Sea technique was transmitted into his Heart Lake.

Xie Xuanyi silently recited it.

Upon closing his eyes, the world turned dim.

The Wangyou Island Master stood between the two, extending his palm, gently placing it on the shoulders of the young man and woman. The playful smile vanished completely from the Yang God Realm Martial Artist's face, replaced by extreme seriousness and solemnity. He used himself as a bridge, performing the Forget Sorrow Technique, attempting to "connect" Xie Xuanyi and Jiang Miaoyin together.

The invisible wind and snow surged outside the cocoon, as Xie Xuanyi silently recited the technique.

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