"Ziyan,"
Long Chen stood outside the sea of thunder, watching Ziyan sitting cross-legged in the void within the thunder, like the reincarnation of a celestial maiden from the Ninth Heaven. He couldn't help but call out softly.
Ziyan's long hair fell down, and her eyes, which had been closed, slowly opened. When she saw Long Chen's concerned gaze, her beautiful gaze was filled with warmth.
The corners of her glistening lips curved into a beautiful smile as she smiled sweetly: "What, your eyes are so wide? Don't you recognize me?" Ziyan
was different from usual today. She wasn't wearing all white clothes, but a long purple dress. Looking at him, Long Chen couldn't help but think of Emperor Hanwei.
"This generation of the master of the Nanhai Qin, you must treat her well. She is like a continuation of your sister's life, so you must trust her unwaveringly." The words of Emperor Hanwei still echoed in his mind.
Ziyan put on a purple long dress, looking so elegant and noble, like a goddess untouched by worldly affairs. Her temperament truly resembled that of Emperor Hanwei.
"You are so beautiful, so beautiful it takes your breath away, as beautiful as my lover from a past life, so beautiful that I would go through fire and water for you, to overturn the entire universe." Long Chen looked at Ziyan and said in a trembling voice.
Emperor Hanwei was a confidant deep in Long Chen's soul, the person in this world whose temperament was closest to his. Long Chen was unwilling to accept her departure. Although she had been gone for tens of thousands of years, every time he thought of her, his heart couldn't help but ache.
Long Chen wished so much that Emperor Hanwei was alive. If he could save her, he would be willing to overturn the entire world for her.
Ziyan's pretty face instantly flushed as red as an apple. After knowing Long Chen for so long, he had never said such blunt things to her. She couldn't help but feel both embarrassed and annoyed, though her eyes were filled with joy.
Ziyan retorted, "Are you trying to harm me on purpose?" I'm still undergoing tribulation? Deliberately disturbing my Daoist heart. "
Oh, sorry, sorry..." Long Chen quickly apologized.
He had blurted it out in a moment earlier, only to remember that when Ziyan was undergoing her tribulation, she needed to keep her mind clear. Saying this now would only increase her danger, and Long Chen deeply regretted it.
Ziyan is Ziyan, and Emperor Hanwei is Emperor Hanwei. How can you treat Ziyan as a shadow of Emperor Hanwei?
"Do you really like me wearing this outfit?" Ziyan pinched the hem of her clothes, speaking in a slightly awkward voice.
"No matter what you wear, I like it." Long Chen smiled and said, if it were Tang Wan'er, he would say he preferred not wearing clothes, but with Ziyan, he couldn't say such a thing.
Ziyan smiled slightly: "Actually, I really like this outfit. I'll just wear it from now on."
Alright, you should leave quickly and check out other places. With you here, I can't peacefully undergo the tribulation. Long
Chen smiled and left, but Ziyan's heart was still pounding. At that moment, a voice sounded in her mind:
"So, what do you think? Wasn't I right? This outfit suits you best."
"Senior Nanhai, why do you insist I have to wear this outfit today? Because of this, I was even scolded by Lord Lesi.
Hehe, but Long Chen seems to really like me like this, so getting scolded is worth it. After Long Chen left, Ziyan could no longer maintain her previous dignity and became playful.
Nanhai Qin smiled and said, "Because this outfit suits you best. You'll understand in time." "
Senior, how do you end up wearing this outfit?" Ziyan said curiously. This outfit was given to her by Nanhai Qin, and she wanted her to wear it today.
"This is from my previous master. She's just like you—smart, wise, and astonishingly gifted with the Dao..." Nanhai Qin said softly, as if lost in memories.
"Lord Le Si keeps telling me to quickly complete the master recognition with you. He said the Western Desert Axe has already recognized its master. Am I really too weak? Isn't it worth you and me to recognize it as a master?" Ziyan suddenly said.
After the Western Desert Axe appeared, it immediately recognized Aman as its master and merged its bloodline, but neither she nor Ye Zhiqiu made a move.
"You didn't tell her about our situation, did you?" Nanhai Qin said.
"No, this is our secret. I won't tell anyone." Ziyan shook her head.
Nanhaiqin had been communicating with Ziyan a long time ago, but Nanhaiqin had said this was a secret and couldn't be told to anyone.
So everyone in Miaole Immortal Palace always thought Ziyan hadn't yet gained Nanhai Qin's recognition. Perhaps seeing that the Western Desert Axe had already recognized her as its master, Miaole Immortal Palace was getting anxious, urging Ziyan to find a way to communicate and get Nanhai Qin to recognize her as its master. The great battle was about to break out, and if Nanhai Qin still refused to recognize her, it would be too late.
"That's good. You must remember, the secret between us must not be shared with anyone.
The reason I still cannot acknowledge the Lord is not because of me, but because of you. "Nanhai Qin said.
"My reason?" Ziyan was stunned.
"You and that girl from Beiyuan Sword are just like you. Both of you have your reasons and can't recognize your master.
Beiyuan Sword was arrogant and cold-tempered, and had never communicated with Ye Zhiqiu. It was very patient and kept waiting, and I was waiting too.
As for that silly boy named Aman, the Western Desert Axe chose it because their fate had arrived, while you and I haven't yet met it.
So don't worry, and don't let the pressure from the Miaolexian Palace disturb your mind—just let things take their course. Nanhaiqin said meaningfully.
"But Lord Lesi, she ...," Ziyan said, feeling a bit troubled.
"Don't worry about her. You just need to let her know that you're working hard. Alright, calm your mind and keep your mind from fluctuating too much, so as not to accelerate the progress of the tribulation."
Right now, just wait patiently, wait for the blessing of fortune to appear, then start going all out to get a share of the chaos. "Nanhai Qin said.
Ziyan nodded, closed her eyes, and let the thunder slowly surge. She didn't provoke the heavenly tribulation; everything was proceeding step by step. After all, not everyone was as bold as the Dragonblood Legion.
Long Chen left Ziyan's place. He sensed the auras of Ye Liangchen, Long Aotian, Jiang Wuchen, and Feng Fei. They too had begun their tribulation, but he did not see the legendary phenomenon of fortune blessing.
Long Chen went to see Nangong Zuiyue and Beitang Rushuang, who were also quietly sitting within the heavenly tribulation, showing no signs of any strange signs.
Nangong Zuiyue sat cross-legged in the void, her expression calm and undisturbed. Seeing Long Chen arrive, she gave him a faint smile as a greeting.
Beitang Rushuang, on the other hand, looked a bit grim. Clearly, she was very disappointed. It was like drawing a lottery—before winning, she was always full of hope, but when she didn't win, she felt a bit uncomfortable.
Now, everyone undergoing tribulation deliberately delays time, letting the heavenly tribulation proceed slowly, clearly waiting for the auspicious signs empowered by fortune to appear.
Suddenly, a thought struck Long Chen, and he sensed something. He sped off in a certain direction. Soon, on a desert, he saw a sea of thunder. Within the thunder sea, Yun Tian, dressed in white, stood with his hands behind his back, his robes whiter than snow, bathed in lightning light, like a divine king descending from the heavens—spotless and radiating endless composure.
Yun Tian saw Long Chen and smiled, "At a time like this, you're still not giving up?" "