CHAPTER 1084: CHAPTER 1034: A KISS DELAYED BY THREE CENTURIES, SEEING RONG SHI

The clouds moved with the wind, revealing the bright moon and myriad stars.

The starry river was long illuminating, making the sky appear as if it were daylight.

The moonlight painted the boy’s brows and eyes in a light gold hue, making him even more handsome and noble.

His long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly curved, holding within them pools of spring water brimming with deep affection.

He said, "Senior sister, I love you."

He also said, "No one can compare."

Straightforward words, without any extravagant or sweet embellishments.

Yet in this life, Yue Zheng had never heard a more sincere confession.

If it were before the Battle of Ten Thousand Armies descended, Xing Yun speaking such words to her would have made her think he had gone mad, completely rebellious.

But now, as he is about to pass, Yue Zheng couldn’t utter a word, only tears fell freely like a string of broken pearls.

Penglai Saintess should be unfeeling.

But even grass and trees have emotions, humans are not grass and trees, how could they sever emotions completely due to a mere cultivation technique?

"Senior sister, don’t cry." Xing Yun sighed, a slow pain appearing in his eyes, "My soul will always be with you, no matter where you go, I will follow you there."

"But—" Yue Zheng couldn’t control her tears, her voice hoarse, "How can it be the same?"

She wanted him alive, not just the aura of his soul he left behind!

Xing Yun’s expression suddenly changed.

He could feel a powerful force pulling at him.

This meant the space-time channel was about to collapse.

Yet Yue Zheng cried so sorrowfully, his heart ached uncontrollably.

The bright moon must always shine, how could it be saddened?

"Don’t cry, senior sister." Xing Yun repeated, he raised his hand to lightly stroke her head, comforting her, trying to calm her down.

Yue Zheng said nothing.

She just tightly held onto his hand, her body trembled fiercely, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.

"Alright, senior sister..." Xing Yun’s voice softened, he gently lifted a strand of hair by her ear, softly sighed, "Then I can only offend you once more."

He moved closer to her, and she could clearly feel his breath falling on her cheek.

The warmth of the living.

Immediately, Yue Zheng felt the previous coldness landing again.

This time not on her eyes but on her lips.

He kissed her again, forcefully stopping her from crying.

Due to the Beiming Arts, Xing Yun’s body temperature was lower than ordinary people.

His lips were even colder, like soft jade.

Yue Zheng’s body suddenly tightened, and her eyes widened suddenly.

But then another hand covered her eyes, a vague voice emerged from between lips and teeth: "Senior sister, don’t look."

These five words carried a hint of cajoling.

Yue Zheng could never resist.

Whenever Xing Yun looked at her with pitiful eyes, even if she was angry, her heart would soften.

This gentle kiss did not last long.

Seeing she was no longer crying, Xing Yun’s lips moved away.

The force pulling him grew stronger, and he had to leave.

The moment Xing Yun loosened his hand, the force pulled him back into the sky.

"Xing Yun!" Yue Zheng cried out, "Tell me, how can I save you? Tell me!"

Xing Yun stood on the clouds, smiling at her, "Take care, senior sister."

The mist rolled in, swallowing his figure.

The space-time channel collapsed, even the surrounding stars and bright moon dimmed slightly.

"Xing Yun!" Yue Zheng’s voice was heart-wrenching.

She soared into the air but grasped nothing.

"Boom!"

In the depths of the pitch-black sky, a great roar of thunder sounded, followed by torrential rain pouring down from above.

The clouds covered the stars and moon, the light dissipated, everything returned to darkness.

The rain continued to fall as if Heaven and Earth were playing a mournful song.

At this moment, Shenzhou three hundred years ago was still filled with slaughter and bloodshed.

"Thank you, Her Royal Highness the Princess." Xing Yun still held Yue Zheng’s corpse in his arms, closing his eyes, "I have seen senior sister, no regrets in this life."

Ye Wanlan had yet to reply when a faint voice sounded: "But I have regrets."

Yan Tingfeng arrived at an unknown time, his gaze dark and expression unclear.

Xing Yun opened his eyes, yet showed no surprise: "I should have thought, if the Princess comes, the Tower Master surely will be too."

Saying this, he laughed, "Everyone says Princess Yongning and the Master of Highest Heaven Tower rule separate kingdoms, united they make Shenzhou undefeated and unparalleled, now that I see you both, I truly have no regrets."

Yan Tingfeng looked at him, the depths of his eyes were dark, hiding any emotion: "But you once told me, with a sliver of hope in the future, maybe one day we will all return."

Xing Yun paused, after a long moment, he smiled: "The Tower Master still remembers such distant matters, nearly forgotten by me."

Yan Tingfeng’s expression remained unchanged, even Ye Wanlan could not discern whether he was angry or sad.

He merely stared deeply at Xing Yun, his voice heavy: "Back then you knew, those you mentioned didn’t include you."

"Yes, it didn’t include me." Xing Yun raised his head, murmuring, "A sliver of hope, though it represents hope, I dare not bet, I only want senior sister to have a hundred percent chance to live."

Looking from the perspective of future generations, his actions today would make him seem a foolish fool.

But at this moment, how could he be completely certain the hope he saw was a hundred-fold?

Of course, Xing Yun dared not gamble.

"I know the Tower Master wants to say something." Xing Yun smiled, "If I hadn’t saved senior sister, today you and Her Highness could protect both our souls, letting us be reborn three hundred years later."

Yan Tingfeng’s lips tightly pursed.

"Too bad, there is no if." Xing Yun looked at him, "If the Tower Master knew what would happen in the future, wouldn’t he have sacrificed himself to protect Shenzhou?"

Yan Tingfeng was suddenly stunned, then silent.

He would.

All People of Shenzhou participating in the Battle of Ten Thousand Armies did not know if Shenzhou would exist in the future.

Perhaps their actions were futile, yet they remained unwavering.

The future is forever full of uncertainties, even someone as powerful as the Master of Highest Heaven Tower dares not gamble that one chance.

He could only choose to use his own life to turn that one into a hundred percent.

"I must go now." Xing Yun lowered his head, looking at Yue Zheng with tender eyes, he requested the rope, "Senior sister, what I sought in youth, I have attained, won’t be trapped anymore."

Between them remained three hundred years of time and space.

This became an eternally insurmountable chasm.

But he did not regret.

No matter how many times he could do it over, he would do the same.

Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng stood silently in place, watching Xing Yun turn into light, enveloping Yue Zheng’s soul.

After a long period of silence, Ye Wanlan softly said, "I should go see Rong Shi."