Whether it was a safe haven or not, Mu Ran did not know.
She only knew she was so furious she could cough up blood!
Opening her eyes abruptly, Mu Ran's first reaction was to push herself up, but as her fingertips pressed down, they passed right through the coffin lid.
Her heart jolted. Looking down, she saw her hands and feet were as ethereal as smoke. Even the hem of her dress seemed bathed in light, floating half an inch upward with a gentle lift, completely weightless.
A biting chill surrounded her, but it was not from the cold wind; it was the hollow emptiness of a soul separated from its body.
Only then did she belatedly realize that inside the crystal coffin beneath her lay another version of herself, peacefully asleep. The body had a rosy complexion but no breath, suspended between life and death.
It turned out she was now nothing but a wisp of a soul.
Everything surfaced before Mu Ran's eyes like a dream. It turned out she had transmigrated into a book, but because of a childhood head injury, she had forgotten this past.
What was worse, the identity she had assumed was that of the male lead's wife who died young.
Mu Ran thought for a moment about the scene in the story where Cangshu Bai said he would give the eldest miss a proper title, and then she thought of how Cangshu Bai had been covered in scars to protect her in the Zhenyue Mountain City.
Scene after scene from her two years of marriage with Cangshu Bai surfaced in her mind, and the anger in her heart gradually extinguished.
She was Cangshu Bai's closest companion; she should know best what kind of person he was.
A story was just a story. This was a real world, and they were not mere paper characters. Their destinies were in their own hands.
Mu Ran suddenly really wanted to see Cangshu Bai.
She looked around blankly, not knowing where she was. But as that thought ignited in her heart like a spark, the surrounding void suddenly twisted.
The next second, light and shadows shattered, and her surroundings changed completely.
The stench of blood hit her face.
The moment she looked up, a familiar face caught her eye. They were so close that she felt as if she could feel his breath.
Mu Ran's heart leapt with joy. Jinzhi!
However, she quickly realized something was wrong.
Undissipated malevolent energy still lingered at Cangshu Bai's fingertips. His black robes fluttered, and his usually aloof and indifferent brows and eyes were now covered with a bone-piercing chill.
It was a ruthlessness she had never seen before, one he had never shown to her.
Cangshu Bai's pitch-black eyes locked heavily in her direction, as if he would tear someone apart in the next moment.
He walked toward her step by step.
Mu Ran subconsciously held her breath, her heart beating like a drum.
But just at the moment his body was about to touch hers...
There was no warmth, no collision, no embrace.
He passed right through her soul.
A cold wind swept through the nothingness, bringing a biting emptiness.
She just stood there, watching helplessly as he passed through her body. His gaze remained cold, but from beginning to end, he did not see her.
Mu Ran snapped back to reality and turned to look at him.
Cangshu Bai stepped on a man's face. In these five hundred years, it seems you have not made any progress either.
The man trampled underfoot was none other than Li Mohan.
His face was covered in blood and dirt, and the wound on his forehead constantly oozed blood. His originally arrogant eyes and brows were now filled with humiliation and hatred, but he was firmly suppressed by Cangshu Bai's strength. Without even the strength to lift his head, he could only squeeze out broken curses through his teeth.
Cangshu Bai, you are already at the peak realm, yet you still resort to sneak attacks. What kind of skill is that!
It turned out that Li Mohan was in a bad mood today, so he went to find the twin sisters for amusement. Just when he was intoxicated, a fierce wind suddenly rose in the courtyard, and malevolent energy pressed down from above.
Before he even had time to react, Cangshu Bai descended from the sky like a life-claiming demon. His attacks were ruthless and fatal, giving him no room to defend himself or fight back.
Looking around again, corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like a river.
Right in front of Li Mohan, Cangshu Bai had slaughtered almost everyone in the Heavenly Desire Palace.
The only ones still alive were the twin sisters huddled in the corner, holding each other and shivering.
A small blue fish wandered around, its belly full. It flipped its belly upward and drifted with the wind, looking like a dead fish.
Mu Ran recognized this place. This was Biyun Mountain. The mountain was still Biyun Mountain, but looking at the sect insignias scattered around, it had been replaced by the Heavenly Desire Palace.
Hearing Cangshu Bai's words that he had not made any progress in five hundred years, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have been lying there for five hundred years.
But to her, the battle of Zhenyue Mountain City five hundred years ago felt like yesterday. The passage of hundreds of years felt completely unreal to her.
Mu Ran floated over to the man in black again. She reached out to touch a strand of his white hair, but felt nothing.
Seeing his empty sleeve, she guessed what had happened. Tears fell from her eyes, but the falling tears all vanished into the air.
Cangshu Bai increased the pressure of his foot, pushing half of Li Mohan's face into the dirt. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he was in so much pain that he could barely breathe.
Cangshu Bai!
Cangshu Bai shifted his foot slightly, and Li Mohan's jawbone instantly shattered, rendering him unable to utter a single complete sentence.
Back then, that woman named Mu something died right here.
Cangshu Bai's voice was as light as snow, yet cold enough to freeze marrow.
He lowered his eyes to look at the person beneath his foot. There were no ripples in his eyes, only a coldness and murderous intent that had settled over five hundred years.
Li Mohan's pupils suddenly shrank. He wanted to get up and fight Cangshu Bai to the death, but the continuous sound of bones breaking in his body left him only able to howl in agony.
Cangshu Bai kicked Li Mohan's head to the side, leaned over slightly, and looked at Li Mohan's filthy face emerging from the dirt. His lips moved slightly.
Your current expression is quite nice.
Mu Ran floated blankly to the side, even forgetting her tears of heartache.
Although Cangshu Bai did not talk much in front of her, he had always been gentle and polite. She knew that while he looked cold and aloof, he was actually gentle and considerate.
He would tuck her in, remember her favorite pastries, and tuck her hands into his embrace when she was cold. He would never say a harsh word to her, let alone show such a demonic, ruthless appearance.
Li Mohan knew that Cangshu Bai was taking revenge on him.
Because he had played a part in the siege at Zhenyue Mountain City back then, which led to Mu Ran's death.
Cangshu Bai had endured for a full five hundred years, and today he was bound to settle the scores one by one.
Resentment flashed in Li Mohan's eyes, as if to say: Just kill me!
Against the light, Cangshu Bai slowly stood up straight. His black robes fluttered, and his expression was dark and unreadable.
Now, the light and shadow outlined his towering figure, like a dark god, while the person lying on the ground was merely an ant.
Is it that easy to die?
Screams echoed across Biyun Mountain.
Li Mohan was ultimately not beheaded. Instead, his limbs were severed, and he was buried in the dirt with only his head exposed above ground. His eyes were murky and bloodshot. His pale, filthy face looked like a departed spirit, having lost the strength to even stare at the retreating silhouette.
Vultures circling in the sky, waiting to eat corpses, suddenly swooped down and pecked out one of his eyes.
Immediately after, more and more vultures dove down.
A little blue fish flew beside its master, blowing a few bubbles as if to ask: "Master, are you happy?"
The hem of his black robes and the white tips of his hair fluttered lightly in the wind.
Cangshu Bai remained completely tranquil from start to finish.
He took out a plain handkerchief, lowered his gaze, and unhurriedly wiped his fingertips. His knuckles were well-defined, and his movements were so elegant it seemed as though he had merely brushed away dust, rather than having just been stained with blood.
The handkerchief was casually tossed into the wind as the young man said in a mild voice, "It is still not enough."
Mu Ran, who had stayed by his side the entire time, blinked in bewilderment, feeling as though her husband might actually be a madman.
