Fantasy: I Can Randomly Refresh My Realm

Strengthened ResentmentHis hands were clenched into fists, knuckles white from the effort: ”I betrayed her trust and caused her to end up like this. All these years, whenever night falls and it’s quiet, I can always hear her cries echoing in my ears.”

Xiao Feng looked at Nangong Chuyue’s pained expression and gently shook his head.

He stepped forward, his expression gentle yet firm, and said, ”Lord, forgive my bluntness. If what you said about the past is true, and Lan Ying has held a grudge against you all this time, then this current desire to see you wouldn’t have become an obsession in her heart.”

Saying this, Xiao Feng reached out and gently patted Nangong Chuyue’s shoulder, his tone containing a hint of reassurance: ”Some things can only be resolved when the two of you face each other. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be stopping your own Immortal Power from overflowing.”

”Lord, go and see Lan Ying. Many things might be resolved because of this.”

”Perhaps, this is your heart’s true desire.”

Nangong Chuyue listened to Xiao Feng’s words, and the struggle in his eyes gradually subsided.

He took a deep breath and slowly raised his head.

On that face filled with sorrow, a hint of determination finally appeared.

”So be it.” Nangong Chuyue said softly, ”It’s time to face it.”

He looked at Xiao Feng and Sima Yan: ”Then I’ll trouble the two of you to accompany me to Mogan Mountain.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them soared into the air.

Xiao Feng and Sima Yan each stepped onto a Flying Sword, while Nangong Chuyue stood on an auspicious cloud formed by condensed golden light.

They flew through the air, like three streams of Flowing Light cutting across the sky.

During the flight, Sima Yan suddenly spoke: ”There’s something I can’t figure out.”

He frowned, his expression puzzled: ”Lan Ying should have understood by now that what happened back then was a misunderstanding. It was the Nangong Family manipulating the City Lord’s body that caused the City Lord to take the Spirit Energy from Lan Ying’s own body.”

He turned to look at the other two and continued to analyze: ”Logically, she shouldn’t hold such deep resentment towards the City Lord. But why does she still have such monstrous resentment? This resentment has even condensed and created a resentment realm.”

Xiao Feng’s expression suddenly changed after hearing this.

His brows furrowed: ”Now that you mention it, I thought of a possibility.”

He lowered his voice and asked solemnly: ”Could someone be controlling her?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze.

Nangong Chuyue’s and Sima Yan’s expressions both became extremely serious.

”If that’s the case.” Nangong Chuyue said in a deep voice: ”Then our trip this time might not be as simple as resolving a misunderstanding.”

Xiao Feng nodded: ”Regardless, we must proceed cautiously.”

The three of them stopped talking and increased their flying speed. The outline of Mogan Mountain was already faintly visible in the distance.

With such complex feelings, the three of them arrived at the foot of Mogan Mountain.

Xiao Feng looked up and saw layers of mountains, shrouded in clouds and mist, and a chilling aura assailed him.

He couldn’t help but shiver, secretly feeling vigilant in his heart.

”This place is really eerie.” Xiao Feng muttered in a low voice: ”Do you feel it? That cold and sinister aura.”

Nangong Chuyue and Sima Yan nodded silently, both showing grave expressions on their faces.

Just at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

They saw the dense black resentment surge like a raging tide, suddenly erupting.

The ink-black resentment was like substance, twisting and rolling in the air, emitting terrifying roars.

”Not good!” Xiao Feng’s pupils contracted sharply, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

He suddenly realized that Lan Ying’s state was extremely unstable at the moment and that she was very likely being controlled by the resentment.

Thinking that Zhao Yuwei was still by Lan Ying’s side, he immediately became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

”Lan Ying!” Xiao Feng shouted upwards from the foot of the mountain, his voice filled with anxiety and worry: ”I brought the person back for you!”

As soon as his voice fell, the resentment seemed to be stimulated and surged wildly again.

A powerful suction force instantly formed, and before the three of them could react, they were swept into it by that force.

Xiao Feng only felt the world spinning, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

The sound of howling wind was incessant in his ears, and his entire body was enveloped by bone-chilling cold.

He wanted to struggle, but found that his limbs were as if restrained, unable to move.

After an unknown amount of time, when Xiao Feng finally came to his senses, he found himself in a strange resentment realm with snow falling everywhere.

It was a vast expanse of white all around, the cold wind howled, seemingly trying to freeze one’s Soul.

He subconsciously hugged his arms tightly, but found that the cold here did not come from outside, but originated from the fear deep within his heart.

”Where is this?” Xiao Feng muttered to himself, his gaze searching for the figures of his companions in this world of ice and snow.

Just at this moment, Lan Ying’s figure slowly emerged.

She stood in the wind and snow, emaciated, her gaze vacant, like a flickering candle in a gale.

That once spirited woman now seemed to have had all her vitality drained, leaving only an empty shell.

When Lan Ying’s gaze fell upon Nangong Chuyue, a hint of complexity flashed in her eyes.

There was the warmth of the past, and the helplessness of the present.

There was deep attachment, and even more, unspeakable pain.

In that instant, it was as if a thousand words were condensed in those eyes.

Nangong Chuyue looked at Lan Ying, whom he had thought about day and night for many years, and could no longer control his emotions.

His eyes instantly turned red, his lips trembled, and his voice choked: ”Lan Ying, all these years, I haven’t stopped thinking about you...”

His voice in the wind and snow seemed so thin, yet it was full of deep affection.

That longing, that pain, that love that was hard to let go of, all burst forth at this moment.

Lan Ying listened to Nangong Chuyue’s outpouring, a bitter smile appeared on her face, a smile full of bitterness.

”I...” Lan Ying wanted to speak, but her expression suddenly became pained.

Lan Ying felt her heart tearing, half wanting to rush towards her beloved, while the other half was tightly held back by a dark force.

Just then, Zhao Yuwei slowly walked over.

Xiao Feng breathed a sigh of relief seeing that Zhao Yuwei was unharmed.

Zhao Yuwei looked at the former lovers, and a wave of pity arose in her heart.

She said softly: ”The two of them should have some time to talk alone. Let’s wait nearby with Xiao Feng and Sima Yan.”

Everyone silently retreated to the side, waiting quietly.

Nobody expected that a sudden change would occur.

Lan Ying’s originally calm face suddenly twisted, and her eyes flashed with madness.

In that instant, it was as if something erupted within her body, and her sanity was completely devoured.

The dark power that had been suppressed deep within her heart for a long time erupted like a Volcano, completely controlling her body and mind.

The next second, Lan Ying lunged towards Nangong Chuyue like an out-of-control beast.

Her movements were as fast as lightning, and only naked killing intent remained in her eyes.

Nangong Chuyue had no time to dodge and was heavily struck by Lan Ying, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

With a loud ”bang”, Nangong Chuyue fell heavily onto the snowy ground.