Don't be afraid, fairy, I'm blind

Chapter 352: Midnight Journey
Polar day is a unique phenomenon that only occurs in the Arctic.

During the period of polar day, the sun is always high above our heads, and even at midnight the sun is bright and bright, just like daytime, hence the name polar day.

Some people have also concluded that the further north you go, the longer the polar day is. Therefore, some people use this to prove that the five continents revolve around the sun rather than the sun revolving around the five continents.

Based on this, it is inferred that at the North Pole, the northernmost point of the five continents, there is no darkness ever, and it is the brightest and purest place in the world, called the Land of Eternal Day. Correspondingly, there is also a Land of Eternal Darkness at the southernmost end of the world.

Of course, the Land of Eternal Daylight and the Land of Eternal Darkness are just legendary places that live in people’s imaginations, and no one has ever actually seen them.

At the location of the Xuesang tribe, according to the thirty years of observation records of tribe leader Chen Yi, the polar day here will last for nearly ten days.

You Su sat cross-legged in the snow house, feeling the mysterious Qi flowing in his body. The mysterious Qi was more active than usual and seemed to be affected by the polar day.

He exhaled slowly, and the breath from his mouth quickly dissipated into the air without a trace of white mist. He had basically mastered the method of snow breathing, and could keep breathing even in a howling blizzard.

Clan leader Chen Yi opened the animal skin curtain and walked in, with a hint of excitement and a hint of worry on his face:
"Master You Su, are you ready?"

You Su nodded and got up from the warm bed made of fur. In fact, he didn't need to prepare anything.

Perhaps the only thing he needed to prepare was the ability to survive in a snowstorm, and his understanding of snow breathing had increased rapidly in the past few days. He could breathe even with his head buried in the snow. The only factor that limited his breathing time was that his head could not withstand the excessive cold for a long time.

"Why do we have to set off when the polar day comes?" You Su still asked the question in his mind, even though the patriarch had already informed him.

He was not worried about his lack of skills, but he felt that such a major event as relocating the entire family was a bit too hasty for these people.

Chen Yi walked to the candle, stretched out his skinny hand and crushed the candle made of animal fat. The extinguished firelight finally reflected on his weather-beaten face, making him look even more vicissitudes.

"Because once you lose your light in a snowstorm, you will fall into the darkness of the eternal night. It is extremely unlikely to find the right direction or even survive in such an environment. The polar day at least allows us to only face the wind and snow, without falling into such a quagmire."

You Su tightened his animal robe and understood what was going on.

He stood up, stretched his muscles, and said, "Shall we set off now?"

Chen Yi looked at the sky outside. The sun was bright and cloudless. "Well, we are all ready. I have been waiting for this day for too long."

There was a gleam of determination in the old man's eyes. After thirty years of waiting, he finally waited for this moment.

When You Su walked out of the igloo, the tribe was already busy. The tribesmen were packing their bags, packing food, water and some necessary tools. The children were running around in the snow, some were shouting excitedly, while others were cowering behind their parents in a panic.

"Grandpa Chief... where are we going?" A child smaller than the deer came over and tugged at the old man's trouser leg.

The old man smiled and squinted his eyes and replied: "Grandpa will take you to move to a place where it is not so cold. There, we can light a fire in the house and eat meat every meal."

"Really?! That's great!" the child cheered.

There are several other children like this. They are already the third generation descendants of the exiles. They have no idea of ​​the sins their ancestors once carried, and these adults don't seem to want them to bear too heavy a burden.

Thirty-one tribesmen, young and old, formed this special team. Among them were old men like Chen Yi, young children like Xiaolu, and even pregnant women. They were ragged, pale and thin, but their eyes flashed with determination.

The old man privately told You Su that he was willing to return the Shenhui Stone to its original place at all costs, and then he would go to the Shenshan Mountain to ask for forgiveness for his sins with his whole life, and use the names of those big men to exchange for the forgiveness of the Shenshan Mountain for these innocent children.

You Su felt that this was a feasible plan, but the prerequisite was that he had to survive the encirclement and suppression by those bigwigs and reach the sacred mountain.

He walked over to the fawn, where the girl was helping her mother pack her luggage.

She saw You Su coming over and smiled brightly: "Master, are we really going south?"

You Su touched her head and said, "Yes, let's go together."

Xiaolu's eyes brightened, and she nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

The team set off, with Chen Yi walking in the front. He was leaning on a wooden stick and his steps were exceptionally steady. He had been fantasizing about this road for thirty years, and now he had finally walked on it.

You Su walked in the middle of the team, protected by all the tribesmen in the most central position.

The vast snowfield stretched as far as the eye could see, with only the whistling wind and the sound of snow crunching under their feet to accompany them.

After walking for about three or four hours, You Su could clearly feel that the wind and snow here were even more fierce.

The chieftain stopped and pointed ahead and said, "The edge of the blizzard is ahead."

You Su looked in the direction Chen Yi pointed, and saw a vast expanse of white ahead, filled with wind and snow, and unable to see anything clearly.

"Everyone cheer up! Children, hold on to your parents' hands tightly!" Chen Yi reminded loudly, "After entering the snowstorm, you must follow me closely and don't get separated!"

The tribesmen nodded, and even the children looked serious. Children here have to learn snow breathing since birth. They have integrated this special breathing method into their lives, so almost no children will freeze to death outside the camp. Everyone took a deep breath, adjusted their state, and prepared to meet this challenge.

The team slowly entered the blizzard, visibility dropped sharply, and it was almost pitch dark. The wind and snow hit the face, and it was as painful as a knife.

You Su practiced the Breath of Snow, inhaling the cold air into his body and converting it into his own energy. This cold current would not turn into heat, but would act like a thin film to isolate the erosion of wind and snow from the outside world. You Su felt that this concept was similar to that of the igloo.

It was very difficult to move forward here. You had to be careful not to be blown away by the cold wind or buried by the snow. You Su was very glad that he chose to trust the old man, otherwise it would be almost impossible for him to get through this blizzard with his own ability.

The team struggled forward in the snowstorm. Occasionally someone fell, but they quickly got up and continued to move forward. They supported and encouraged each other, and no one gave up.

In the snow, no one knew how far they had walked, but the chief was very confident and kept leading the way. His explanation for this was that the snow mastiff would remember the path it had walked, even in the vast snow.

Finally, the patriarch gave the order to rest in place.

They set up a huge "umbrella"-shaped cloth and hid under it. This huge umbrella cloth was made of animal skins collected from various households, and then nailed deep into the snow with special long nails to block the howling wind and snow.

"Master You Su." The clan leader had quietly sat down beside You Su without him noticing. The old man's voice was very soft. "If the enemy is too strong, you can use the method I taught you to escape first. This blizzard is a natural barrier, and it will be difficult for them to catch up with you."

Chen Yi's voice was torn into pieces by the wind and snow, and You Su had to exert some effort to hear it clearly.

You Su glanced at the old, weak, women and children in the team. They walked unsteadily but their eyes were firm and they had no intention of retreating. He felt slightly touched and had mixed feelings.

"I understand." You Su responded indifferently, he did not deny it.

His ultimate purpose in helping them was to exchange for a way to get through the blizzard; this group of people's journey of atonement had nothing to do with him.

The team continued to move forward. In the vast snowstorm, they were like a drifting leaf, small and fragile.

As the oldest man, Chen Yi always walked at the front of the team. From time to time, he would look back at his fellow tribesmen and count to see if anyone had fallen behind.

He seemed to have noticed something, and reached out to pull the arm of a young man next to him, "Xiao Wu, are you cold?"

The young man named Xiaowu rubbed his red nose and said, "It's not cold, but the snow is too heavy. I can hardly open my eyes."

Xiaowu squinted his eyes, and a thin layer of ice had formed on his eyelashes.

Xiaowu's parents died a long time ago. They were Chen Yi's most beloved disciples, and Chen Yi showed some special care for the son of his beloved disciple.

Chen Yi took out a small bag made of animal skin from his arms and handed it to Xiao Wu, "There is flint in it, rub it a few times and apply it on your forehead."

Xiao Wu took the small bag and smiled innocently, "Thank you, Chief."

The team continued to move forward in the wind and snow. The blizzard showed no signs of abating, but became more violent. The heavy snow, carried by the strong wind, was like countless tiny blades, ruthlessly cutting every inch of skin outside.

You Su narrowed his eyes, trying to identify the road ahead. The wind and snow were too strong, and visibility was extremely low. He felt a piercing chill on his body, but he did not stop. He knew that if he stopped, he might never be able to stand up again.

"Master... I, I can't walk anymore..." An old voice came from the back of the team.

You Su looked back and saw an elderly man collapsed in the snow, his face full of fatigue and despair.

Chen Yi immediately stopped moving forward, walked to the old man with difficulty in the wind and snow, and tried to help him up.

"Old Liu, hold on! We'll be there soon!" Chen Yi's voice sounded particularly weak in the wind and snow, and he himself was exhausted.

Among these thirty-plus people, only Old Liu still calls Chen Yi the sect leader, because he is not a disciple of the Snow Mastiff Sect, but an elder of the sect who has been with Chen Yi for many years.

You Su hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the old man and reached out to feel his pulse. The pulse was weak, almost gone. The old man's lips had turned purple from the cold, and his eyes began to blur.

The old man said intermittently, "You guys go away... Don't worry about me..."

Chen Yi was shocked when he heard this. He tightly pinched Lao Liu's shoulders, as if he didn't want him to fall down.

"Old Liu, what nonsense are you talking about! You said back then that the Great Elder must always stay by the side of the Sect Master, and that if we leave, we leave together!"

The dying old man shook his head bitterly, a look of relief in his eyes, "I can't walk anymore... let me... let me stay here... you guys go first..."

"If I hadn't encouraged you back then... you wouldn't have agreed to them..." The old man's voice became weaker and weaker, and his eyelids gradually drooped, "I... I'm sorry for you and the sect..."

"No, Old Liu, you are not wrong! I am wrong! It is me who failed to lead the sect well!" Chen Yi's voice choked with sobs.

"No...it's not..."

The dying old man slipped from Chen Yi's arms. He lay on the white snow bed and stared blankly at the snowy sky:
"The snow is so white..."

Chen Yi knelt on the ground. He closed Lao Liu's half-closed eyelids completely, then took a deep breath and said to the tribesmen around him:
"let's go!"

His determination surprised many of the tribesmen, but no one raised any objections, because everyone knew that staying in this blizzard was tantamount to waiting for death.

The fawn trembled all over and looked back at the old man lying in the snow, her eyes full of sadness. She held her mother's hand tightly and dared not look back.

The dying old man lay on the ground, and the heavy snow quickly buried him, as if covering him with a thick coffin lid. The wind and snow howled, as if seeing him off.

The road in the snowstorm was much longer than expected. It happened from time to time that a child got lost in the snowstorm, and his parents rushed out of the team like crazy to look for him, but he never came back.

The atmosphere in the team was depressing and sad.

Every time someone fell, Chen Yi would suppress his grief and lead the remaining tribesmen to move forward. He knew that only by reaching the destination could he comfort those who had passed away.

You Su walked in the middle of the team, observing everything silently. He saw the strength and perseverance of the tribesmen, but also their despair and sadness. No one asked him for help, and he couldn't save those who were left in the snow. All the pills in his own Qiankun bag were eaten up, not to mention sharing them with these mortals without cultivation.

Should people who make mistakes be forgiven? Aren’t those who caused the mistakes the most deserving of punishment?
You Su asked himself in his heart, but he had no answer either.

The polar day made the passage of time pass without measure, and You Su didn't even know how many days he had been walking in the blizzard.

Until Chen Yi stopped again, he did not let the tribesmen put up the huge umbrella.

In front of me was an extremely majestic snow-capped mountain. The wind and snow seemed to have made a hole here, and a holy light was shining down. The snow-capped peak was like a huge wall standing between heaven and earth, with a faint sense of divine power.

"Before this place was covered by snow, we called it Cangshan. In the ancient language of Beiaozhou, Cang means 'holy'."

The old man's eyes finally regained their spirit and he stretched out his hand:
"Here we are."

(End of this chapter)