Time flies, and another six months have passed.

Xiling Mountain

Mu Qing and Murong Yu watched the sunset from the top of a mountain deep in Xiling Mountain.

Mu Qing lay on the grass, watching the sun gradually set on the horizon, and lazily asked, "Ayu, is there anywhere you want to go?"

Murong Yu turned to look at the person beside him and said, "As long as you're here, anywhere is fine."

Mu Qing sat up and looked at him seriously, then asked with a smile, "What if you were to leave this world, leave your dynasty, or even leave this continent you live on?" After saying that, she sat up and looked into the distance.

He asked the question casually, but little did he know that his words would become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

He has been in this world for four or five years, but sometimes he still feels a little unreal, as if he is just a spectator or a passerby.

"He doesn't belong here; he has his own way home."

Such thoughts would occasionally pop into my mind and I couldn't shake them off.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously placed his hand on his heart, feeling a little empty.

Lately, Mu Qing has been feeling a faint, persistent call from afar.

He had a vague premonition that perhaps it wouldn't be long before he really would leave this world, just as he had arrived.

It was unbelievable, yet inexplicably certain.

Murong Yu looked at the people around him, and for a moment, they seemed very far away from him, so far that they were out of reach.

Unable to resist calling out, "Ah Qing..."

Murong Yu's voice brought Mu Qing back to his senses. He asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Murong Yu stood up and met his eyes. Looking into his eyes, he said slowly and deliberately, "Aqing, don't worry. No matter what happens in the future, no matter where Aqing goes, I will always be by your side, never leaving you."

Hearing him say that, Mu Qing felt a pang of sadness and almost burst into tears.

Forcing back the tears welling in her eyes, she smiled faintly and said, "Okay."

Mu Qing's intuition was correct.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Mu Qing was awakened by a sudden pang of heart palpitations.

The accompanying sensation was a burning sensation in my wrist.

"Ugh..." Mu Qing couldn't help but groan, startling Murong Yu awake.

Seeing Mu Qing clutching her wrist and looking distressed, Murong Yu asked anxiously, "Qing, what's wrong? How can I help you?"

Mu Qing bit her lower lip and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, they had turned a deep blue-green.

Looking towards the sky above the Green Mountain Forest not far away, in his eyes, the sky seemed to be wrapped in a transparent membrane. Above the Green Mountain Forest, the sky rippled, as if it had been attacked by something.

He vaguely sensed a faint consciousness coming from high above, asking for his help.

This is the "consciousness of the Heavenly Dao." This realization flashed through Mu Qing's mind. He felt somewhat confused, yet he was very certain of it.

The fluctuations in the sky temporarily stopped, but Mu Qing did not breathe a sigh of relief; instead, she felt a tightness in her chest.

He stood up and said, "A-Yu, I need to go to Green Mountain Forest, you..."

Murong Yu: "I'll go with you."

Mu Qing: "It could be very dangerous."

Murong Yu stood up and used his lightness skill to walk ahead. His firm and powerful voice came from ahead: "Let's go, let's go together." Mu Qing looked at the determined figure walking ahead, her feelings were a little complicated, but she quickly felt relieved.

Without further ado, the two flew towards Qingshan Forest, which was not far from Xiling Mountain. They arrived in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.