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Xiao Bai finally burst into tears, which streamed down her cheeks.

"Come with me, we'll leave now, leave this place, go back to the Central Plains, back to Qingyun, anywhere is fine! We'll find a secluded place, build a house, cultivate a few acres of land, I'll weave cloth, you chop firewood, just don't go inside!"

She cried like a child, lacking the grace of a nine-tailed celestial fox and the composure one should possess after living for thousands of years. She was just a girl afraid of losing something, so afraid that her voice trembled.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her, feeling as if his heart was being squeezed, the pain making it hard to breathe.

"If," he began, "I mean if I don't go in today, one day the Beast God will break the seal, and all living beings will suffer."

He paused.

"And you, or your master and mistress, or your fellow disciples in Qingyun, or..."

He paused, the name hovering on his tongue, before finally uttering it:

"Or Lu Xueqi, who died in this catastrophe."

Xiao Bai was stunned.

"What should I have done then?"

Xiaobai opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't say anything. She just shook her head, shaking it desperately, as if she could shake away his words and pretend that nothing had happened.

"I can be selfish, I can be cowardly, I can turn around and leave." Jiang Xiaochuan's voice was very calm, so calm that it didn't seem like he was talking about himself.

"But some things, once you know them, you can never go back."

He released her hand.

Her hand trembled slightly in his palm, as if trying to grasp something, but ultimately she let go.

He took a step back, bowed deeply to her. The bow was very low, his forehead almost touching his knees.

"If I do not leave within three days, please go to Qingyun and tell my master and mistress that their disciple is unfilial."

He straightened up, paused, and then said:

"Also tell Lu Xueqi... tell her not to wait anymore."

Jiang Xiaochuan raised his hand and touched her face: "Be good."

Xiao Bai shook her head again, grabbing his hand: "I'll stay with you. We'll die together."

"Don't talk nonsense." Jiang Xiaochuan withdrew his hand and turned to walk towards the cave entrance.

Xiao Bai tried to follow, but suddenly found herself unable to move. She wasn't frozen in place; rather, an invisible force was blocking the entrance to the cave, isolating her from the outside.

"My little husband!" Xiao Bai cried out, her voice trembling with tears.

Jiang Xiaochuan turned around, glanced at her, and smiled: "Wait for me."

Having said that, he turned and walked into the cave entrance, his figure disappearing into the darkness.

Xiaobai lunged towards the cave entrance, but was bounced away by the force and fell to the ground. She got up and lunged again, only to be bounced away again, over and over, until she was exhausted and collapsed on the ground, staring at the dark cave entrance, tears streaming down her face.

"Jiang Xiaochuan..." she whispered, her voice choked with sobs, "Come out...come out..."

There was no response from inside the cave.

Only the wind blew out of the cave.

She suddenly felt very cold.

That kind of cold can't be blocked by clothes, nor can it be warmed by a fire.

That kind of coldness comes from the heart; it's the coldness of being alone in this desolate wilderness, with no relatives or friends, and not knowing where to go.

She has lived for thousands of years.

For thousands of years.

She had witnessed the transformation of the sea into mulberry fields, and seen countless people born, grow up, grow old, and die. She thought she had seen everything and could face anything with equanimity.

But at this moment, sitting in front of this dark cave entrance, she realized that she was still that little fox who had just transformed into human form, and she could be afraid, cry, and not know what to do.

She curled up her knees, buried her face in her arms, and cried silently, her shoulders heaving.

……

The cave was dark. Jiang Xiaochuan lit a talisman, and the eerie flame illuminated the passage ahead. It was a narrow passage, only wide enough for one person to pass through. The walls were smooth, as if polished by something, and gleamed with a faint light. The ground was paved with stone slabs, and the slabs were engraved with ancient patterns that he could not understand.

He walked along the passageway, his steps light and his breathing gentle, holding the Ink Snow Sword in his hand, its blade gleaming with a bluish light, illuminating the path ahead.

The passageway was very long. After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he saw a light ahead. He quickened his pace, walked out of the passageway, and suddenly the view opened up before him.

It is a huge cave.

In the center of the cave is a high platform, on which sits a stone coffin.

The stone coffin was very large, with the lid half open. It was empty inside, with nothing at all. Scattered around the high platform were countless white bones, covering the ground. There were human bones and animal bones mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish one from another.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood at the cave entrance, looking at the white bones scattered all over the ground, and felt a chill run down his spine.

The malevolent spirit hovered beside him, pointing at the high platform: "Go up."

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't move: "What are you going up there to do?"

"The goddess is waiting for you," the evil spirit said.

"Where is Your Majesty?"

"Inside the stone coffin."

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the stone coffin; the lid was half open, and the inside was empty.

He frowned: "There's nothing inside."

"Go up, and you'll have it," the evil spirit said, giving him a push.

Caught off guard, Jiang Xiaochuan stumbled forward, his footing making a crisp "crack" sound as he crushed countless bones. He steadied himself, turned sharply, and glared at the ground.

The evil spirit had already drifted to the edge of the platform, leaving only a hazy silhouette, constantly gesturing for him to come forward.

Alarm bells rang in my mind, but things had already come to this point, and my escape route had inexplicably vanished.

Jiang Xiaochuan took a deep breath, gripped Mo Xue tightly, and stepped onto the high platform. The white bones beneath his feet shattered continuously, making a teeth-grinding sound that echoed in the empty and silent cave, adding to the eeriness of the place.

He walked to the center of the platform and stood in front of the huge black stone coffin. The coffin was cold and covered with ancient patterns that he could not understand. Those patterns seemed to be slowly flowing, carrying a captivating power. He approached the mouth of the coffin, which was pitch black inside, as if it could even swallow light.

"Lie down." The evil spirit's voice rang directly in his ear.

"What?" Jiang Xiaochuan looked up abruptly.

"Lie down in the stone coffin, the goddess is waiting for you!" the evil spirit repeated, its voice carrying an undeniable air.

"I told you, it's empty inside!" Jiang Xiaochuan placed his hand on the sword hilt, and spiritual energy began to circulate.

"Lie down, and you'll have it."

Before the evil spirit could finish speaking, its form suddenly disintegrated, turning into a thick, viscous white mist that instantly enveloped Jiang Xiaochuan!

The white mist was chilling and carried a powerful binding force. Jiang Xiaochuan was shocked and tried to struggle, but found that the spiritual energy in his limbs and bones instantly froze, and he couldn't even move his fingers!

The white mist pushed him, relentlessly forcing him toward the stone coffin, and pressed him down into the icy cold coffin.

The moment his back touched the bottom of the coffin, a chill, like a living thing, frantically burrowed into his bones. He wanted to scream, to resist, but he couldn't even make a sound. He could only watch helplessly as the heavy coffin lid above slowly moved, blocking out the last light.

"Wait!" Before his consciousness was completely swallowed by the cold and darkness, he used his last strength to shout in his heart, "What is this...?"

"Go see the Empress."

"Click."

The coffin lid fit perfectly.

Absolute darkness, absolute silence, absolute cold.

His consciousness seemed frozen, or as if it were being torn apart and stretched by an invisible force. He could not feel his body, only an endless feeling of falling and dizziness, mixed with the nausea of ​​time and space distortion.

Countless fragments of light and shadow, distorted images, and cacophony of noise flashed past his "eyes" at such a speed that he could not capture any information, leaving only an impression of chaos and pain.