Chapter 1196 His mother?
The aura around him was terrifyingly heavy, and the gentleness he had just shown was gone, leaving only a heart-pounding, icy pressure that seemed to come from the ancient times.
"There's something there."
Di Xuanming's voice was extremely low, carrying an incredible solemnity and a hint of indescribable complex emotions, "No, it's not a thing... it's a breath!"
Luo Li had never seen him look like this before.
Even when facing a powerful enemy and on the verge of despair in the endless desert, the determination in his eyes was more than this almost... surprise and doubt?
She held her breath and concentrated her perception.
The moment Emperor Xuanming finished speaking, an extremely faint, yet exceptionally pure and ancient aura, like a pebble dropped into a tranquil lake, emanated from the half-open window.
The breath was ethereal and cold, as if it came from a distant time and space. It instantly penetrated the hustle and bustle of the streets and precisely entangled the soul of God Xuanming.
Luo Li also caught it.
Her pupils suddenly shrank.
She had indeed never felt this kind of aura before, but this aura and the power that came from deep in Di Xuanming's blood actually had a faint trace of the same origin!
Emperor Xuanming's body shook violently, as if hit by an invisible hammer.
He stared at the window intently, with huge waves surging in the depths of his deep eyes.
Astonishment, ecstasy, disbelief...
He would never mistake this aura!
Even after thousands of years, even though only fragments of warmth remain in the vague memories of childhood, this is the call from the deepest part of my blood, this unique mark imprinted in the depths of my soul...
"Mother..." These two words were squeezed out from between his tightly pursed lips with great difficulty, with an almost broken hoarseness and uncontrollable trembling.
Luo Li's heart suddenly skipped a beat!
She suddenly looked at Di Xuanming, only to see that his eyes, which had always been as calm as a mountain and unfathomable, were now slightly red. The intense emotions surging in them were enough to drown out any rationality.
Behind the half-open window, there seemed to be a silent thunder explosion.
He pursued the search desperately, thinking that the clues had been cut off long ago, and that he might even be sealed in the Ninth Heaven with someone else...
How could a trace of her presence suddenly appear on this ordinary street in this city?!
Luo Li narrowed her eyes. This was totally wrong.
Emperor Xuanming could no longer hold back, and his aura exploded. It was no longer the coldness that he had deliberately restrained before, but a terrifying pressure that was enough to tear apart space!
He took a step forward, his figure as fast as lightning, aiming directly at the window on the second floor of the teahouse.
Luo Li gritted her teeth. This was in Buli City, and no one could cause any trouble!
She wanted to see who was playing tricks!
She followed Di Xuanming and headed towards the teahouse.
Di Xuanming's figure almost turned into a dark shadow that tore through the air, carrying with it the force of thunder, and instantly appeared in front of the half-open carved wooden window.
He didn't even think about the door. His five fingers formed into claws, which contained enough strength to shatter mountains, and he grabbed the seemingly fragile window frame fiercely!
"boom!"
Sawdust and window frame fragments flew everywhere like exploding fireworks. The violent airflow blew up the gauze curtains in the private room, making the tea sets clink.
The entire teahouse seemed to tremble at the sudden impact, and screams and the sound of cups and plates falling to the ground and breaking could be heard from downstairs.
Luo Li followed closely behind, landing lightly beside him, her starry eyes like lightning, scanning the entire private room in an instant.
The private room was small but elegantly furnished, with an antique sandalwood tea table and two armchairs.
The air is filled with the refreshing aroma of tea with a hint of ancient chill, which is the source of that unique scent.
And at the center of the atmosphere, sitting upright on one of the armchairs, was a woman.
Di Xuanming's movements suddenly froze the moment he saw the woman's face clearly.
The terrifying pressure around him was like an invisible force strangling his throat, and he was abruptly stopped in mid-air, and then fluctuated uncontrollably.
Luo Li's heart sank suddenly.
The woman was wearing a simple moon-white dress with an ancient style, as if it did not belong to this era.
Her long, inky hair was loosely tied up with a simple jade hairpin, with a few strands falling down to her cheeks.
Her face...
Luo Li had never seen such a contradictory yet harmonious existence.
It is a kind of beauty that transcends time, as exquisite as the most perfect jade carving, and every inch of its lines reveals the Creator's preference.
However, this beautiful face was covered with an indescribable, inhuman coldness.
Her skin was too pale, almost transparent, and bloodless, as if it was carved from ten thousand years of black ice.
Those eyes made Luo Li feel a chill in her soul.
Large and deep, his pupils were a rare ice blue, like the heart of a glacier frozen for billions of years, pure and translucent, yet empty without a trace of human emotion.
She sat there quietly, without any reaction to Di Xuanming's earth-shaking act of breaking in through the window, not even her eyelashes trembling.
She just lowered her eyelids slightly and looked at the teacup in front of her, which was equally ancient and seemed to be carved from some kind of cold jade.
The tea in the cup was clear, reflecting her calm face.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The hustle and bustle of the street was isolated outside the broken window. The only sounds in the private room were Di Xuanming's heavy breathing and Luo Li's almost stagnant heartbeat.
Di Xuanming stared at that face intently, a face that was exactly the same as the warm outline that was buried deep in his soul, long blurred but never faded!
However, the bone-chilling coldness and the lifeless emptiness were like countless ice spikes, piercing through the faint flame of "hope" that he had just ignited.
"Mother...?" Di Xuanming's voice was broken beyond recognition, and every syllable was trembling with blood.
He seemed to have used up all his strength to barely squeeze out these two words, and his body staggered forward uncontrollably.
The outstretched hand trembled violently in mid-air, wanting to touch, but was nailed to the spot by the terrifying coldness and strangeness, fearing how piercing the touch would be.
Great ecstasy and overwhelming despair intertwined and tore at each other in his eyes, almost completely burning his sanity.
Why would the loved one he had been searching for appear here in such a soulless body?
Luo Li quickly stepped forward and calmly supported Di Xuanming's slightly shaking arm.
Her fingertips could clearly feel the stiffness and uncontrolled tremors of his muscles.
Her eyes were as sharp as a knife as she repeatedly examined the woman in white.
No! Very wrong!
The same appearance and aura were enough to shock Emperor Xuanming. But this woman's condition... was too strange.
She was like a carefully carved puppet, with only the shell of Di Xuanming's mother and part of the aura of the source of power, but lacking the most important thing.
The temperature of the soul, the rhythm of life.
She sits here, more like a device waiting to be triggered.
Moreover, although the aura originated from the same source as Emperor Xuanming, Luo Li keenly sensed an extremely obscure trace.
It was as if someone had extracted this breath from some distant place, carefully "placed" it on this cold body, waiting for a specific person to perceive it.
This is a trap!
A trap carefully laid for Emperor Xuanming, taking advantage of the deepest pain in his heart!
Luo Li's heart sank to the bottom in an instant, and a cold chill rose from the soles of her feet.
The other party not only knew about Di Xuanming's mother, but could even simulate or steal such an original aura!
The manipulator behind this, his methods and purposes are so terrifying that it makes people shudder.
Could it be that Yan Ye had broken through the seal? But this was clearly not something Yan Ye would do.
Luo Li gripped Di Xuanming's arm tightly, her strength seeping in, trying to convey a hint of calmness. Her voice was extremely low, with an unprecedented solemnity: "A Ming, calm down, she's not right."
Di Xuanming was shocked and turned his red eyes to Luo Li. The pain surging in them almost swallowed her up.
Luo Li's words were like a basin of ice water, temporarily extinguishing some of his out-of-control flames, but the huge emotional impact still made it difficult for him to think.
At this moment, the woman in white, who had been as still as an ice sculpture, finally moved.
Extremely slowly, with an almost inhuman sluggishness, she raised her head.
Those ice-blue hollow eyes precisely met Di Xuanming's bloodshot eyes filled with shock and pain.
Her lips slowly opened and closed in an extremely stiff and unnatural arc.
No sound was made.
But Di Xuanming and Luo Li both clearly read out the two words from her lip movements.
Those two words, like two ice blades tempered with cold poison, pierced into Di Xuanming's heart fiercely and froze Luo Li's blood instantly.
The lip shape is:
"Ming'er."
Then, in the depths of the woman's hollow ice-blue eyes, an extremely faint light seemed to flash extremely briefly, so fast that it made people think it was an illusion.
Then, her finger, which was so pale and almost transparent and placed next to the cold jade teacup, moved so slightly that it was almost invisible.
He pointed to a hidden compartment under the tea table that almost blended into the shadows.
After performing this extremely subtle movement, the glimmer of light in her eyes completely went out, and returned to the dead silence and emptiness, as if everything that had just happened had never happened.
The entire private room fell into dead silence again. Only Di Xuanming's heavy breathing and the faint noise coming from outside the window reminded people of the passage of time.
The shock brought by the silent "Ming'er" made Luo Li's scalp tingle.
Di Xuanming's pupils suddenly contracted, staring at the location of the secret compartment, and then suddenly looked at the woman's face which had become lifeless again.
Was that moment just an illusion? Or was it... a trace of his mother's remaining consciousness calling for help?
"Mother?" Di Xuanming slowly broke free from Luo Li's hand and walked over.
Luo Li's heart was in her throat. She stared at the woman, all her soul power ready to go, alert to any possible changes.
The woman still sat there as still as an ice sculpture, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.
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