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In this life, due to the physical problems of Nanqing's body, he ultimately did not live a long life.

Inside the palace courtyard, Qin Mobei, whose face also looked somewhat aged, held Nan Qing, whose breathing was gradually fading, and sat on her favorite rocking chair, gently swaying.

With her last breath, Nan Qing squeezed Qin Mobei's hand and said slowly:

"Qin Mobei, see you in the next life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nanqing's hand fell limp, and he stopped breathing.

Qin Mobei sat stiffly in the rocking chair, looking down at the person in his arms, again and again...

He watched his beloved leave him once again.

"Qingqing..."

The hoarse calls faded into the wind, unanswered.

His aged fingers brushed across her brows and eyes, but as her soul dissipated, her body seemed to become unfamiliar.

Qin Mobei's eyes darkened. Why had Nan Qing's soul vanished?

He could no longer even smell a trace of that familiar scent.

Thinking of this, a sudden gust of wind arose throughout the palace, the copper bells on the eaves emitted a mournful cry, and thick, ink-like yin energy surged up from the ground, entwining his long, white hair, turning the strands black inch by inch, and his wrinkles disappeared, revealing his young and handsome face once again.

But his eyes had turned completely bloodshot.

He put the body down from his arms, leaving it suspended in mid-air. Countless vengeful spirits crawled out from all over the palace and knelt on the ground.

"Find it for me!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it made the kneeling spirits tremble. In an instant, the spirits twisted and turned into thousands of black wisps, rushing in all directions.

Behind the pillars swallowed by shadows in the distance, the compass in Su Lin's hand was also emitting a blinding light. This once gentle and indifferent heir of the Su family now had gloomy eyes, and no longer had a trace of gentleness. Decades of unrequited love had long since torn his gentle appearance to shreds.

He stared at the strand of hair belonging to Nan Qing in the center of the compass, bit his fingertip, and dripped blood onto the divination.

"No... How could there be no..."

Qin Mobei and Su Lin, in their search for Nan Qing's soul, went mad, causing unrest both above and below ground.

Qin Mobei turned the underworld upside down, and King Yama and the judges could only watch helplessly as he went mad. They couldn't understand why, even though he was just a thousand-year-old corpse king, his soul power could overwhelm them so much that they were powerless to fight back.

Just like...yes, just like that little tyrant back then!

No, that's not right... the little tyrant is still more frightening...

In short, Qin Mobei frantically searched every corner of the underworld for any possible hiding place of Nan Qing's soul. He tore open the cycle of reincarnation and stirred up the River of Rebirth, but that familiar soul seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

Finally, on a night with a full moon, Qin Mobei returned to the palace where they lived. The rocking chair was still in the center of the courtyard, covered in dust.

He slowly sat down, his fingertips tracing the armrest where Nanqing had once leaned against the underworld.

"You lied to me again."

The voice was soft, yet it carried a childlike sense of grievance.

Under the bright moonlight, the emperor who had once swept across many countries slowly raised his hand and placed it on his heart.

"Since we can't find it..."

A smile played on his lips as he looked ahead, as if he were seeing some beautiful illusion.

"Then I will go with you."

In the end, the body and soul that had been preserved for a thousand years turned into countless points of light.

The points of light lingered around the palace for a long time, but in the end, they reluctantly disappeared into the world.

At the same time, Su Lin, who was searching for Nan Qing's soul elsewhere, stopped in his tracks, a dull pain suddenly coming from his chest.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with golden light, and his entire demeanor changed once again.

His eyes still held a somber look, but now they held an added air of majesty and domineering authority befitting a thousand-year-old emperor.

Three days later.

Inside the Su Family Ancestral Hall.

The newly appointed head of the Su family, Su Yu, knelt on the prayer mat, watching his uncle tie the family head's jade pendant to his waist. He keenly sensed that his uncle seemed somewhat different today, exuding an indescribable majesty in every gesture.

"From this day forward, you will be the seventy-third head of the Su family."

Su Lin's voice was calm and unhurried, yet it resonated throughout the ancestral hall. On the high platform, the ancestral tablets moved without wind, emitting a subtle resonance.

As dusk fell, Su Lin returned once again to the palace he had once dared not come to, yet could not resist the urge to visit.

Like Qin Mobei, he sat in the rocking chair, swaying slowly.

end.

...

In fact, while Qin Mobei and Su Lin were desperately trying to find Nan Qing's soul, she had already returned to the Nebula Realm.

At this moment, she was standing above the Dead Sea in the underworld.

This sea area is the final resting place of ancient souls, filled with boundless resentment and surging black waves. Even this space itself is distorted by this dense malevolent energy, forming strange fissures.

But all of this completely avoided the figure with silver hair and silver eyes.

Her silver hair cascaded down like the Milky Way, reaching her ankles, with tiny shimmering lights swirling within, like flowing stars or condensed frost and snow. Her silver eyes were like icy souls, cold, mysterious, and powerful, yet possessing a captivating charm.

The resentment of the Dead Sea dissipated on its own three zhang away from her, as if even the most yin and evil things in the world dared not desecrate her existence.

She simply stood there quietly, yet the entire Dead Sea fell silent.

Unlike her composure, the furry little animal in her arms huddled in her embrace, too afraid to move, its beady eyes filled with guilt and fear.

"Host... are you really alright?"

Nan Qing glanced down at it, pulled away its paws that were tugging at her clothes, lifted it up, and then extended a jade-like finger to tap its round little body. Her voice was light and melodious, as if it resonated deep within her soul.

"Who said they were the bravest? What, are you chickening out now?"

Xiao Ba's ears twitched, and she was about to retort when she saw a five-colored light emanating from her fingertips.

Nan Qing directly struck it with a wisp of five-colored divine power, enveloping its small body, and then casually tossed it aside.

"Go ahead and have fun!"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Ba drew an arc with a "whoosh" and plunged into the dark, churning Dead Sea.

"Wow - host - master -!!!"

Xiao Ba's screams echoed across the sea filled with complaints, while Nan Qing merely flicked his sleeve, his silver hair fluttering slightly. He then took out a rocking chair from the Star Cloud Palace and gently rocked it, as if watching an amusing farce.

Little Hachi thrashed about wildly in the churning sea, its four short legs paddling frantically, splashing up large patches of dark water.

It howled at the top of its lungs, its voice so pitiful it seemed it was about to die at any moment.

"Waaaaah... Help, host... I was wrong... Xiao Ba really knows he was wrong, Xiao Ba will never brag again..."