After crushing the telegram in his hand into powder, Qin Luo immediately brought up Dan Bingli's system interface.

Name: Dan Bingli

Gender: Female

[Realm Level: Late Stage of Divine Travel Realm]

[Body Type: Ice Crystal Glass Body]

[Personality: Cold as ice, yet endearingly naive]

[Recent Experiences: Feeling uneasy about the upcoming ancestral awakening ceremony within the clan; feeling extremely ashamed towards Qin Luo, fearing he would resent her after learning of her departure, and also fearing that as time passes, Qin Luo will forget her in the corner of his heart. However, this may be the best ending; his future is still bright, and he shouldn't bury it for her sake...]

[Other information is unknown...]

[Start Simulation?: Yes/No]

"As expected, this girl ultimately decided to bear it all alone."

Qin Luo frowned, a rare hint of anxiety showing in his eyes.

It was impossible for him not to be angry. He didn't understand why Dan Bingli always faced everything alone. Did she think he was so unreliable?

Witnessing Qin Luo's rapidly changing expression, You Yueying's eyes flickered slightly.

Since this message is imbued with Qin Luo's aura, it must have been written by one of his close female companions.

Moreover, seeing his gloomy expression, could it be that one of the women had accidentally offended him?

Thinking of this, You Yueying gracefully moved to Qin Luo's side, a gentle concern appearing on her usually aloof face, her voice soft and melodious:

"What's wrong? You look so serious. Is the content of the message worrying you?"

As she spoke, she reached out and gently placed her hand on Qin Luo's arm, trying to soothe his anxiety.

Qin Luo casually closed the system interface that only showed him, his tone deep:

"It seems we need to change direction and not return to Lingyuan Continent for now."

Fortunately, in a simulation a year ago, Danbingli froze him into an ice block and brought him back to her tribe; otherwise, he would probably be in a real bind right now.

Upon hearing his words, a hint of surprise flashed in You Yueying's eyes, but her expression remained calm. However, a ripple of emotion stirred within her. She had originally thought that Qin Luo would return to Lingyuan Continent first, but she hadn't expected him to change his plans.

It seems the woman in the letter holds considerable weight in his heart...

However, she also knew that it was not appropriate to show too much emotion at this moment. Since Qin Luo had made his decision, she would just go along with it.

"So, what do we do now?"

He stood up, took a deep breath, and said calmly:

"Go to Tianxuan Continent."

......

At the same time, in the west of countless worlds, the Tianxuan Continent, as one of the thirty-six super continents, was governed by the Tianxuan Holy Temple.

That is, the Xuan family, one of the fifteen great families.

The Tianxuan Continent has more than twenty continents under its jurisdiction, and the Crimson Continent is one of them.

On the Crimson Continent, the blazing sun hangs high, never setting. Its blinding rays relentlessly bake the earth, causing the ground to crack and burn.

The gale whipped up scorching sand and dust, covering everything in its path with a thick layer of burning sand.

Beneath a desolate, scorching land lies a pale blue barrier, a stark contrast to the blazing sun outside. Anyone who manages to penetrate this barrier will be awestruck by the completely different scene within.

Within the barrier, a silvery-white world unfolded before their eyes. Snowflakes drifted down from the sky.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, like a soft white blanket, which would make a "crunching" sound when stepped on.

In the heart of this icy world stand rows of simple igloos. The walls of the igloos are made of stacked ice blocks, each one pure white, and seemingly containing flowing light within.

Inside an ice house, candlelight flickered, but these were not ordinary flames; instead, they emitted a cold, eerie glow and warmth.

They illuminated the interior of the igloo and added a touch of luster to this cold space.

Inside the igloo was a futon made of ice, upon which sat a woman with skin as white as ice and jade. Her hair was deep blue, and her skin was as white as snow. Unfortunately, her beautiful face was cold and aloof, like an iceberg that had never melted for thousands of years, exuding an aura that kept people at a distance.

But when the woman's fingers lightly traced the heavy sword resting across her knees, a touching tenderness appeared on her previously icy face. Her eyes were filled with longing, as if this heavy sword carried the most precious memories and emotions of her life.

"I wonder how you are doing these days?" Dan Bingli murmured softly, her gaze somewhat unfocused, as if she could see Qin Luo's familiar figure through the heavy sword in front of her.

"I miss you so much. I think about you every day, about all the time we spent together, even just a few moments together, which have become my most cherished memories now."

Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly reached her hand into her stomach, a complex look flashing in her eyes. "I only hope you won't blame me for being so willful. If you really have to blame someone, then blame myself for being so weak-willed. Sigh..."

In fact, when Qin Luo left, she made up her mind that if she could conceive his child, she would harden her heart and sever her ties with her clan, and wholeheartedly become Qin family wife by his side. This is why she accompanied him, Murong Liyue, and Huang Lu in such an absurd way during the week that Qin Luo was preparing to leave.

Thinking of this, even with Dan Bingli's cold nature, her cheeks began to burn. She lowered her head, seemingly trying to hide her shyness.

However, things didn't go as she wished after that. She could only blame her own uncooperative pregnancy; no good news came.

She understood that perhaps her relationship with Qin Luo could only end here.

Taking advantage of the time when Murong Liyue and the others were cultivating, he secretly escaped back to his clan alone.

As the blush faded from her face, Dan Bingli gently stroked the heavy sword again, murmuring:

"I know that returning to the tribe means betraying your expectations. But how can I disregard the survival of the tribe? I only hope you're alright; you shouldn't have come here to risk your life for me..."

"If there is an afterlife, I hope I can be born in a place without strife or missions, so that when I meet you again, I will never let go of your hand again."

As she murmured to herself, a crystal tear slid down Dan Bingli's cheek, landing on the heavy sword and instantly freezing into ice.

Just then, a powerful and long bell rang out, resounding through the silent igloo.

Dan Bingli was startled, then took a deep breath, raised her hand to wipe away the remaining tears, and her eyes, which had been slightly weak due to longing, became as firm as steel once again.

As the bell tolled, it signified the official commencement of the ancient Ice Emperor's ancestral awakening ceremony.