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The deepest part of the Dead Swamp.

The rain had completely stopped, and the gray fog that had shrouded the area for who knows how long seemed to have thinned out a bit, but the enormous, unimaginably massive tree trunks that blotted out the sky still stood silently, like giant pillars connecting heaven and earth.

Biyao and Jin Ping'er stood in mid-air, with a wall towering in front of them.

Wooden wall.

The rough wood grain, hard and slightly cracked, suddenly emerged from the depths of the thicker, surging white mist ahead, with no top visible above and no end to be seen to either side.

Reaching several meters high, its roots, strong and powerful like a coiled dragon, stretch across the forest of giant trees, penetrating deep into the bottomless, mist-shrouded soil below.

Biyao slowly moved closer, her light green skirt fluttering gently in the still air. She reached out and lightly touched the rough wooden wall with her fingertips.

The touch is gentle yet rough, carrying the unique, somber vitality of trees, as well as the hardness accumulated over time.

She withdrew her hand, the rough texture still seemingly lingering on her fingertips, and her body floated forward along the endless wooden wall.

The white mist slowly dispersed in front of her and then gradually gathered behind her. The giant forest beneath her feet seemed to have sunk into an abyss, with only boundless whiteness all around and this silent, ever-extending giant wall.

The wooden wall was rising and becoming thicker. Gradually, it was no longer a flat surface and began to curve. Finally, when it reached a height of nearly twenty zhang (approximately 63 meters), the wooden wall came to an end.

No, it's not the end.

That was the starting point of this "wall".

A massive, unimaginably large wooden root, twisted and coiled, plunges deep into the unknown abyss of mist below.

And all that flying along the wooden wall was merely a journey along one of the giant tree's exposed, enormous roots.

Biyao and Jin Ping'er exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of shock in each other's eyes. Without saying a word, the two of them rose again, flying upwards along the incredible giant tree trunk.

As they flew higher and higher, the surrounding fog did not decrease; instead, it became even more unpredictable due to the increased altitude, sometimes thin and sometimes thick like milk.

The trunk of the giant tree seemed to truly become a pillar supporting the heavens and the earth, so thick that it made people feel no distance. Gradually, branches began to appear on the trunk, equally huge, extending horizontally, like aerial roads leading to an unknown world.

What is most eye-catching are the strange vines that have been twining around the trunk since below. They crisscross, with leaves as large as palm fans. At the tips of the branches and leaves, colorful flowers bloom: red like fire, yellow like gold, orange like the sunset, and purple like brocade. In the gray-white mist, they are so dazzling that they are almost eerie. Faintly, a sweet fragrance drifts on the wind.

Biyao frowned almost imperceptibly. This fragrance... seemed a little off, but the increasingly clear and intense calling ahead, along with the faint golden halo, made her suppress the slight doubt in her heart. She quickened her pace and flew upwards.

Jin Ping'er followed closely behind, her purple blade gleaming slightly as she warily surveyed her surroundings.

The vines grew thicker and thicker, and the flowers multiplied until they covered the entire tree, submerging the huge trunk and branches into a colorful sea of ​​flowers. The sweet fragrance in the air became increasingly strong, even somewhat suffocating.

Suddenly, Biyao, who was flying at the front, stopped abruptly in mid-air. She came so fast that a sonic boom was heard in the air. Jin Ping'er also stopped at almost the same time and stared intently.

The sight before them made them gasp for breath.

Ahead, the tree trunk, which was originally covered by vines and flowers and almost could not be seen, was completely covered by countless thick vines and flowers vying for attention, forming an endless, flowing, and colorful wall of flowers.

In the center of that flower wall stood a stone gate.

The stone gate was five zhang high and three zhang wide, and was forcibly embedded in the enormous tree trunk in an incomprehensible way.

The stone is ancient and bears the marks of time. It is surrounded by layers of vines and flowers, leaving only the thick stone door in the center. Above the door, four large characters are engraved in an ancient and vigorous style:

Heavenly Emperor's Treasury!

Those four characters are not ordinary words, but anyone who looks at them can understand their meaning.

Faintly, a vast and resonant sound, like the grandest of bells, seemed to emanate from behind the stone gate, from the top of the giant tree, and from the endless, high azure sky, echoing deep within the heart and shaking the soul.

Biyao and Jin Ping'er's gaze lingered on the stone gate for a moment, then slowly moved down to the most magnificent sea of ​​flowers in front of the stone gate.

There were two people there.

No, to be precise, they were two figures standing close together, almost merging into one.

Seemingly hearing the noise behind them, the two slowly turned around.

Countless breathtakingly beautiful flowers, bathed in the gray mist and sunlight, seemed to suddenly burst into laughter and bloom together, using all their colors and vitality to complement the two faces that had turned around.

In the sea of ​​flowers, they are the brightest, most beautiful, and most captivating colors.

Biyao and Jin Ping'er stood in mid-air, momentarily stunned.

Biyao's gaze was fixed on one of the figures.

It was a man, not very tall. Ten years had passed, and his appearance seemed to have remained largely unchanged, yet it also seemed to have changed completely.

His face had lost some of the carefree and unruly spirit of his youth, but gained a gentle warmth that had been imbued with the passage of time and... something else. Yet, when those eyes looked over, the languid, seemingly indifferent air within them still faintly carried traces of the past.

It's him, it's him, it really is him.

Biyao felt something suddenly bump against her chest, a dull, aching pain mixed with a burning, almost incinerating throbbing sensation.

She had imagined countless scenarios of their reunion: in the quiet back mountains of the Ghost King Sect, in the bustling city of Heyang, at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, and even in her dreams.

But never before had it been in such a strange and magnificent sea of ​​flowers, so high in the sky, atop a giant tree, before an ancient stone gate.

He looks...good.

Her complexion was healthy, her eyes were clear, and she stood steadily with the person beside her holding her waist. Not a speck of mud was on her body, and her hair was neatly combed, not a single strand out of place. This was completely different from when she struggled through the Dead Swamp, fought against poisonous insects and monsters, and battled with the Qingyun Sect members, leaving her covered in a mess.

He is doing well and is being well taken care of.

This realization, like a cold needle, unexpectedly pierced the softest and most stubborn corner of her heart.

Jiang Xiaochuan was also stunned.

He never expected to see Biyao here, in this way.

He knew she had come to the Dead Swamp; he had heard about it from Zhou Xiaohuan. But actually seeing her was another matter entirely.

She had grown up, shedding her girlish naiveté. She was taller and more beautiful, possessing a striking, sharp beauty, like a thorny rose blooming on a cliff face—vibrant yet dangerous. However, the deep, unyielding melancholy between her brows made her seem somewhat...unfamiliar.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her, his mind blank for a moment. He opened his mouth but no sound came out until the arm around his waist tightened almost imperceptibly, pulling him slightly toward her side.

It's Lu Xueqi.

Almost subconsciously, Jiang Xiaochuan moved closer to Lu Xueqi, his shoulder almost touching her arm. This subtle movement was done very naturally, as if he had been used to it for a long time.

Lu Xueqi's hand remained firmly around his waist, without letting go.

She stood there, her white dress almost blinding against the backdrop of flowers and mist. Her face was expressionless, still as aloof as ever, but when she turned to Biyao, her eyes were as calm as a frozen lake, unfathomable and devoid of any emotion.