You want me to play the Foehn wind? Are you kidding me?

(P.S.: One chapter owed)

(Also, I've made a lot of changes to the plot. I personally feel that sticking to the original story would be too boring.)

(I may change this in the future, but I will keep the more classic ones.)

Jingyuan stood at the front of the stone platform.

"There's no time to analyze this here."

He turned to look at Danheng.

"Right below the old site of the Ming Dynasty, at the bottom of the Dragon Lord's Altar, is the sea eye where the roots of the Jianmu tree first broke through. As long as you can reopen the sea and draw back the ancient seawater from the Scale Abyss Realm, you can temporarily suppress the growth rate of the roots."

Dan Heng nodded.

"Okay, but I can't guarantee that..."

Jing Yuan frowned.

"You must be able to."

"...I'll give it a try."

Dan Heng didn't say anything more.

He faced the churning sea, the stone steps beneath his feet extending into the water, the seawater slowly creeping up the steps.

He closed his eyes.

The voice of March 7th came from behind, carrying a certain cautious tension.

"Danheng..."

He didn't turn around.

The wind in Lin Yuan Realm suddenly changed direction.

The wind that was blowing from the sea to the shore suddenly stopped for a moment.

Walter's voice came from behind.

"This power... he has never used it before."

Jingyuan stood by the water without saying a word.

His gaze fell on Dan Heng's retreating figure, and something flashed across his eyes...

It's complicated, like seeing another person.

Danheng raised his right hand.

The sea began to tremble.

"Wave Moon Ancient Sea, heed my command."

His right hand suddenly pressed down.

Starting from directly in front of Danheng, the seawater suddenly receded to both sides.

The water walls surged up to both sides, getting higher and higher.

Ten zhang, twenty zhang, thirty zhang.

The wet stone steps below, covered with ancient runes, are now exposed.

Those stone steps extend downwards, one after another, leading to the dark depths of the sea, to the ancient site of Chiming that has been buried by the ancient sea for thousands of years.

The scene below was spectacular, with countless overlapping roots of ancient trees, far worse than expected.

Jingyuan took out the jade tablet and sent a message to Feixiao.

On March 7th, he stood on the edge of the stone platform, mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"...Danheng".

She finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"You...you never said you could do this before."

Danheng did not answer.

His arms were trembling slightly; the effort required to open the sea far exceeded his expectations.

Jing Yuan strode forward, pausing briefly as he passed by him.

"Can you hold on?"

Dan Heng's breathing was a little unsteady, but he still nodded.

"Let's go."

Everyone headed into the Scale Abyss Realm.

……

Feixiao stood at the entrance of Luofu.

His gaze was fixed on the distant direction of the Scaled Abyss Realm.

Two footsteps came from behind her.

Feixiao did not turn back.

She listened to the two sets of footsteps approaching one after the other, and only spoke when they stopped beside her.

"You're here?"

Huaiyan stood to her left, his white beard fluttering slightly in the sea breeze.

"The foehn winds are too quiet."

Feixiao finally turned around, his gaze sweeping over Huaiyan before landing on Yaoguang.

"Yes, but in the current situation, it's a good thing that he didn't take action."

Yao Guang stood beside Huai Yan, his face calm, but his fingers were gently stroking something.

She didn't speak, but her gaze swept back and forth between the direction of Lin Yuanjing and Fei Xiao's face twice.

"Where is the Marshal? Hasn't he arrived yet?"

Feixiao let out a breath.

"An hour has passed; some things have been delayed."

Huaiyan paused.

"Where is Jingyuan?"

"Over there at the site of the former residence of the Vidyadhara."

Feixiao paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on each of their faces for a brief instant.

"I'm going ahead first. You can wait until the Marshal arrives..."

"No need."

Huaiyan raised his hand, stopping her from saying what she was about to say.

"Let's go together. While Fenfeng hasn't made any moves, let's hurry and help Jingyuan deal with the Jianmu. If we just wait here for the Marshal to arrive, things will get too complicated."

Feixiao glanced at Yaoguang.

Yao Guang nodded, indicating that he had no objection.

"Let's go then."

……

The journey into the depths of the Scaled Abyss was longer than anyone had anticipated.

March 7th followed two steps behind Danheng, his gaze constantly shifting between the water walls on both sides and the roots beneath his feet, his arms remaining in a bow-drawing posture.

Jing Yuan walked at the very back, a few steps behind the group.

His jade tablet trembled once.

Feixiao's reply was concise and to the point.

"We've arrived, and we've brought the people with us."

In the very center of the ruins, the mystical roots of the Jianmu tree emerged from the sea eye.

"arrive."

Everyone stopped there.

Then, a voice came from above and behind.

"Oh dear, why are you walking so fast? We're already here, why don't we take a break?"

March 7th is the first day to look up.

"Miss Tingyun? Weren't you staying outside?"

The voice of March 7th echoed for two breaths above the ruins, but no one answered.

Tingyun clearly stayed outside, so how did she end up here?

"Miss Tingyun, you..."

March 7th called out again, this time with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

The figure above did not respond immediately.

She stood atop the stone pillar, her fan still folded in her hand, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

Jing Yuan spoke.

"How long have you been here?"

The figure above tilted its head slightly, its smile deepening.

"Of course it's been there from the very beginning."

The bow was suddenly taut on the seventh day of the third month.

"What do you mean, from the very beginning...?"

"From the day you set foot on Mount Luofu."

Walter placed his hand on her shoulder half a step behind March 7.

"March, retreat."

The figure above raised its hand.

She gently traced a line with her slender fingers in front of her.

The instant her fingertips brushed against the air, a layer of almost invisible fragments began to peel off her face.

The fragments turned to ashes in mid-air.

On March 7th, a sound was finally made.

"...You are not Tingyun."

"Tingyun"... no, Huanlong, looking down at her, a smile wider than ever before spread across his face.

"Of course I'm Tingyun."

Her voice has completely changed.

"But it's not just about Tingyun."

Her skin had been completely peeled away.

What is currently suspended in mid-air is her true form.

Suiyang.

"You may call me... the Great Lord of Annihilation, Huanlong."

Her voice echoed over the ruins of Lin Yuan Realm, causing ripples to spread across the water walls on both sides.

"It's been tough accompanying you all for so long in this body, but it's been worth it."

Jing Yuan had already stood at the very front of everyone, tilting his head slightly, his gaze calmly fixed on the dark green outline.

Huanlong looked down at him.

"General Jingyuan."

Her voice had a playful quality to it, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"You've been wary of me from the very beginning, haven't you? You sent Feixiao with more men to guard against Fenfeng... and also to guard against me, but no matter how you calculate it, you still overlooked one step."

She leaned forward slightly.

"You never expected that another Great Lord of Annihilation could hide in a tiny fox-person's skin and walk around right under your nose for so long."

Jingyuan looked at Huanlong.

"We did indeed overlook one step in the calculation."

Huanlong's smile widened slightly.

"So, do you think... it's too late to make up for it now?"