Chapter 1276: Journey to the Great Wilderness 6

Luo Li slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and the last trace of haze in her eyes caused by the attack of the black shadow was completely dispelled, replaced by unprecedented clarity and determination.

The road ahead is difficult and the undercurrent is turbulent.

But the seeds of hope have been planted and the pillars of the future are growing.

And she only needs to wait in this silent snow for the flowers to bloom, waiting for the moment when she returns.

She closed her eyes again, and the chaotic power around her flowed even more quietly, like a deep pool, settling all the noise and movement from the outside world.

The wind and snow continue, and the valley is silent.

Time seems to have frozen at this moment, just waiting for the destined brilliant future.

A hundred years later, Luo Li's figure sitting cross-legged seemed to have become a part of the ice rock of Jixue Valley.

Thick black ice covered the cave entrance, and was buried by new layers of wind and snow, completely isolating the place from the outside world and turning it into a corner forgotten by time.

Only the chaotic power around her, as solid as substance, is like a faint candle burning for eternity, guarding a little life in the eternal cold.

Suddenly, the eyes that had been closed for a hundred years opened.

There is no dazzling brilliance, and no majestic momentum is revealed.

Those eyes were as deep as a cold pond that had been stagnant for thousands of years, calm and without ripples.

After a hundred years of sitting in seclusion, she has polished herself into the black ice of the Silent Snow Valley. If one does not see it with one's own eyes, even a strong man at the peak of the Saint King passing by outside the valley would find it difficult to detect that there is a living creature lurking deep in the ice.

"A hundred years..." An extremely cold voice, almost without any emotion, rang out in the dead silent cave, like ice spikes colliding.

This century was a period of silence that she had deliberately chosen.

The attack from the dark shadow on the ice cliff was like a long-lasting alarm bell.

It proved that beneath the surface of this seemingly wild and undeveloped world, there was an ancient existence that could sense anomalies in time and space and could pose a fatal threat to her.

She could no longer do anything that might disrupt the timeline and expose herself.

She must remain silent, like a hibernating beast, and restrain all fluctuations to the extreme.

Her eyes first fell on the Xuan Yue ancient sword lying across her knees.

The sword was still as cold as the moon, with a cold light flowing, but the silence was deeper.

Over the past hundred years, she has tried countless times to use the gentlest power of the origin of chaos to nurture and awaken the dormant sword spirit.

However, all she got in response was bottomless silence.

The sword spirit's presence was as faint as a candle in the wind, and seemed even more ethereal than a hundred years ago.

Liuli, Xiaoliu...

Those familiar auras are even more out of reach.

"Still not working?" Luo Li whispered, her fingertips brushing across the cold sword spine, and the feeling of loneliness that had not changed for a hundred years quietly spread.

Xuan Yue is the anchor, the only old thing. If even it is completely silent, she will truly become a rootless duckweed in these ancient times three hundred thousand years ago.

But this loneliness did not shake her determination. After a hundred years of freezing, her mind had long been as solid as a rock.

She slowly stood up, and the thick black ice covering her body silently turned into powder and drifted away without making any sound.

As she moved her mind slightly, the ice at the entrance of the cave quietly melted away, leaving a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through. The breath of wind and snow instantly rushed in, bringing with it a biting chill.

Luo Li took a step forward and stood on the top of the icy peak in the Silent Snow Valley.

The strong wind blew heavy snow past, blowing her white clothes and making rustling sounds.

Her gaze penetrated the wind and snow and looked towards the endless and distant East.

That is the direction of Qingshan City.

A hundred years have passed, and she is going to Qingshan City.

Luo Li's figure was like the ink-black color blending into the wind and snow, silently passing through the frozen mountains.

She did not use her full speed, but instead restrained the power of chaos to the extreme, even the sound of her clothes brushing against the snow was suppressed to an inaudible level.

After a hundred years of silence, the ground beneath our feet seems to have not changed much in the past hundred years, and it is still a scene of wilderness and ice and snow.

However, the spiritual energy in the air is several times richer than a hundred years ago, and one can faintly smell the smell of fireworks belonging to the development of human settlements.

The closer you get to the outside of the mountain, the clearer this aura becomes.

Occasionally, you can see groups of monsters charging across the snowy plains, and in the distance you can also see some small tribes that use animal skins as tents and stone and wood as walls. The campfires are dimly visible in the wind and snow, like fragile stars.

The members of these tribes have mixed auras, and their cultivation is mostly at a low level. Occasionally, there are a few God King-level strongmen guarding the tribe, and they are already the pillars of the tribe.

They were completely unaware of Luo Li flying across the sky and were still working hard for survival.

Luo Li's gaze lingered briefly on these tribes, and her heart was slightly moved.

This is the human race in the early years of the Great Wilderness. They struggled to survive in poverty and danger, but they also reproduced tenaciously.

And Qingshan City is the pearl of the human race that is gradually rising on this land.

Ten days later, a towering city finally appeared at the end of the wind and snow.

Compared to a hundred years ago, the outline of Qingshan City is completely different.

The stone wall, which was a bit crude at that time, has been renovated and is now ten feet high, making it look more thick and stable.

Flags are flying on the top of the city wall, and the totem of the word "Cang" can be vaguely seen. The guards guarding the city have a condensed aura, which is far from comparable to the guards a hundred years ago.

There is a constant stream of traffic in front of the city gate, with caravans and travelers coming in an endless stream. Although they are in a hurry, there is a sense of vigorous vitality.

Luo Li did not approach the city gate, but quietly landed on an inconspicuous hill outside the city and hid her body behind a huge rock.

She moved her spiritual sense, like the gentlest breeze, and carefully explored the city.

A hundred years is enough time for a city to be completely transformed.

The layout of the city has changed greatly. The Cang Mansion has expanded several times and occupies the most central position in the city.

Her spiritual sense avoided the numerous restrictions outside the Cang Mansion and penetrated into the depths of the mansion like a gossamer.

As she expected, Cangwu had already left Qingshan City.

She hid her body and went straight into the Cang Mansion.

The bluestone pavement of Cang Mansion has become increasingly smooth after being worn down by a hundred years of wind and rain. The ancient pines on both sides are several times thicker than I remember. Their gnarled branches are covered with a thin layer of snow, swaying gently in the wind.

Luo Li's figure slid along the shadow of the corridor, her clothes brushing against the frosted railings without disturbing even a trace of the cold air.

The restrictions in the mansion are several times more complicated than they were a hundred years ago. Runes flow between the beams and pillars, and there is a faint sound of dragon roars and phoenix cries.

This is evidence of the Cang family's growing prosperity, and also a trace of Cang Xuan's careful management.

Her spiritual sense spread out like a fine net, avoiding the patrolling guards and finally landing in front of the tallest attic in the backyard.

The attic window was half open, and a wisp of sandalwood mixed with a faint medicinal scent wafted out.

The figure sitting in the window had his back to her. The Cang family totem was embroidered on his dark robe, and his hair was slightly frosted white. It was Cang Wu's father, Cang Xuan.

On the table in front of him was a map of the Great Wilderness, with fresh traces of ink outlining several winding red lines.

Luo Li stood quietly outside the window for a moment, condensed a very faint chaotic power at her fingertips, and gently tapped on the window sill.

"despair."

Before the subtle sound faded, Cang Xuan had already turned around.

The wolf-hair brush in his hand was suspended in the air, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, but when he saw the figure outside the window clearly, the sharp light gradually turned into astonishment, and then into a calmness of understanding.

"It's you." He put down his pen. His voice was much deeper than a hundred years ago, hoarse with the accumulation of time. "I didn't even notice your presence."

Luo Li pushed the door open and walked in, and the smell of sandalwood hit her face.

She raised her hand to brush away the falling snow from her shoulders, her eyes swept across the map on the table, and she said softly, "I hope Patriarch Cang is well."

Cang Xuan stood up, his eyes fell on the Xuan Yue Sword in her hand, his eyes moved slightly, "After a hundred years of not seeing you, Miss Luo's cultivation has improved again."

He did not ask about her origins. When Luo Li first arrived in Qingshan City, her aura was already very powerful. He did not expect that after not seeing her for several years, her strength had improved to this extent.

Luo Li withdrew her gaze from the map and fell on the frosty white hair on Cang Xuan's temples. She said softly, "I came here today to ask about Cang Wu's recent situation."

Cang Xuan picked up the teapot and poured her a cup of hot tea. White mist rose up, blurring the emotions in his eyes.

"When Wu'er was fourteen, he insisted on going to the Western Wilderness for training."

He tapped a mark on the west side of the map. "In the area around Black Stone City, there were frequent movements of ferocious beasts that year. He said he wanted to see the true appearance of the Great Wilderness with his own eyes."

Luo Li held the warm teacup, feeling warmth on her fingertips. "He is now..."

"I got news back two years ago," Cang Xuan's voice softened, a touch of paternal pride lingering in his voice. "Now he's become a grown-up who can stand on his own."

He paused, his eyes darkening. "However, the Western Wasteland is not peaceful. Not only are there ferocious beasts and thousand-year-old demonic beasts, but there are also many tribes with malicious intentions."

Luo Li's fingers holding the teacup tightened slightly. The Western Wilderness was the foundation of Emperor Shi's rise.

After a hundred years, the future emperor must have established a firm foothold in the Western Wilderness. Cangwu is there, and he must have had some interactions with him a long time ago.

"He has a stubborn temper, just like his mother." Cang Xuan sighed, "But I also know that he is already a hundred years old and is no longer a child."

The warmth on Luo Li's fingertips gradually dissipated, and the mist in the teacup also faded.

She looked at the chaotic area of ​​Western Wasteland outlined by a red circle on the map and whispered, "Emperor Shi is also in Western Wasteland, right?"

Cang Xuan paused, his hand gripping the teacup, his eyes darkening. "Yes. In the past hundred years, the Emperor Tribe has risen to prominence. Emperor Shi has unified most of the tribes in the Western Wasteland with lightning speed, and now they are the most formidable force in the Western Wasteland."

He shook his head slightly. "The news Wu'er sent back mentioned several conflicts with the Indra tribe. Although they didn't cause any serious damage, it was clear... the new emperor's edge was too strong."

Luo Li was silent for a moment. She knew Emperor Shi's ambition and methods better than anyone else. He was a man who could compete with Cangwu and eventually stand at the top of the wilderness.

Cangwu's meeting with him in the Western Wilderness was fate and inevitability.

However, they are good friends, and they did not expect that they would show off their talents to each other in the wilderness.

"I'm going to the Western Wilderness." Luo Li put down the teacup, her voice calm but with unquestionable determination.

The time when Cangwu will conquer the wilderness with one sword is not far away, and she must find him.