Qingyao's heart skipped a beat, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind: "Is he also frozen deep underground?" Once this idea appeared, it spread rapidly like a prairie fire, occupying her entire mind.
Without any hesitation, Qingyao's delicate body shook and instantly turned into a stream of light, and in the blink of an eye she arrived at the bottom of China's Antarctic glacier.
In this frigid world, Qingyao's graceful figure appeared and disappeared. The surrounding ice emanated a faint, cold blue light, resembling a dreamlike realm, yet also revealing a sense of age-worn vicissitudes and loneliness.
She was extremely anxious, her thoughts racing, driving her body to move quickly through this huge ice cellar like a ghost.
Finally, a magnificent yet lifeless palace appeared before her. The palace towered majestically, imposing and imposing, yet it emanated an ancient, heavy aura, as if it had slumbered for countless ages. Tall icicles stood neatly in formation, like loyal guards, silently protecting this mysterious palace and bearing witness to its former glory and the stories of its past.
Qingyao scanned her surroundings eagerly, seeing the ancient creatures frozen in the ice in a myriad of shapes and postures. Some were as massive as mountains, others as delicate as swallows; some were ferocious with bared fangs and claws, while others were serene and peaceful, like sleeping fairies. But alas, none of these were the figure she had longed for, the figure she had so desperately sought.
Despite this, Qingyao did not give up hope. Her beautiful eyes burned with the flames of anxiety and persistence, and she refused to miss any corner that might hide his trace.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning—there was still a place he hadn't explored! That was his most mysterious place! Besides him, only Qingyao knew the exact location of this forbidden place.
Qingyao drifted gracefully into the palace's spacious hall like a light petal. Her eyes were instantly drawn to a painting hanging on the wall, seemingly ordinary yet imbued with an aura of mystery.
This painting is very familiar to Qingyao. Every moment she spent with that person in the past seems to be condensed in the picture.
Qingyao gently raised her jade hand, her slender fingertips reaching out slightly, gently releasing a wisp of pure spiritual energy towards the scroll. At the same time, her red lips parted, muttering something, an ancient and obscure spell flowing from her cherry lips.
As she injected spiritual power and chanted the spell, the originally motionless painting began to slowly change.
First, the colors in the picture gradually became vivid, then the lines began to twist and deform, and finally, after a flash of light, a hidden corridor quietly emerged before the eyes.
Qingyao stepped into the dark and deep corridor without hesitation. Her figure gradually moved farther and farther away until it disappeared at the end of the corridor. That was another world, where the person she missed day and night was.
Although the air was filled with biting cold, there was no sign of retreat in Qingyao's eyes.
On the contrary, her eyes were burning with fiery emotions and deep attachment. She moved forward step by step and finally came to a huge ice crystal. Through the crystal clear ice, she could clearly see a man sleeping inside.
The man had a tall and strong figure and a resolute and stern face. Even when he was sleeping, he still exuded an awe-inspiring majesty.
This man is Yun Ao, an unrivaled warrior with the blood of an ancient golden dragon. He has an innate dignity and majesty that seems to be able to penetrate time and space and shock people's hearts.
Qingyao stretched out her hands, trembling, and carefully placed her palms on the surface of the ice. Although the cold was bone-chilling, she seemed oblivious. She simply stared blankly at the familiar face beneath the ice, letting the tide of memories surge through her heart...
The man's long hair looked like molten gold, each strand thick and tough. Refractionated by the ice, it sparkled with light, as if there were fine dragon scale patterns hidden among them. The few strands that occasionally appeared shone with a metallic luster, as if they were transformed from the toughest reverse scales on the dragon's body, carrying with them an endless aura of mystery and power.
Its eyes are closed, but beneath its long eyelashes, its eye sockets are like a deep golden abyss, with strands of golden lines winding out from the corners of its eyes, as if containing golden lightning. It seems that once its eyes are opened, that gaze will be able to cut through time and space, bringing the wrath of thunder that can destroy the world, and penetrate all the vanity and darkness in this world, showing the majesty of the ancient mythical beast.
The high bridge of the nose is like a dragon's spine, and the hard and smooth lines show strength and dignity, extending to the slightly upturned nose tip, like the posture of a dragon head standing proudly in the sky, as if silently telling the heroism and domineering of the past when it galloped across the clouds in the sky and overlooked the world.
The thin lips are pale gold in color, as if gently stained by the morning light, just like the edge of a dragon scale kissed by the sun. The corners of the mouth are slightly pursed, revealing a coldness and arrogance that keeps people at a distance even in sleep, as if upholding the dignity and pride of being an ancient mythical beast and not allowing any blasphemy.
He has a tall and slender figure, and his broad shoulders seem to be able to carry thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. His body wrapped in ice exudes a faint dragon's power. The outline of the dragon scales as hard as pure gold appears and disappears under the ice. Each piece looks like a golden armor carefully carved by a master craftsman. The ancient patterns on it seem to be engraved with the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the dragon clan, and he exudes a powerful and mysterious power that has survived from the ancient times. It seems that with just a slight shake, he can turn the ice that imprisoned him into powder, and then stretch out his dragon body that covers the sky and the sun, soaring up to 90,000 miles, and once again dominate the world with his unrivaled dragon power, making all things in the world bow down before him, and recreating the supreme glory and unparalleled splendor of the dragon clan in ancient times that dominated the universe and shocked the world.
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