Chapter 767 – A Single Sigh, One Thousand Li of Mount Han (1/2)

Chapter 767 – A Single Sigh, One Thousand Li of Mount Han

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The strum of the zither that Zhu Ye heard was naturally no illusion.

Although the sound of this zither came from the distant snowy mountains and was somewhat ethereal, it possessed an undeniably objective existence.

It was cold, clear, and fine, like hair or the edge of a blade, and thus sharp.

The cold winds blowing above the snowy mountains were cut apart, the darkness somewhat illuminated by the lights from Gaoyang Village was also cut apart, and the hardiest of snow lotuses growing in the ice were cut apart.

Several ruptures appeared on Zhu Ye's shoes, and then deepened until they struck his skin, his flesh, and his bones.

His feet were severed at the ankles. Carried along by their remaining inertia, they flew off into the mountains to parts unknown, leaving behind only two trails of blood in the darkness.

Zhu Ye was unable to cross those mountains and return to the human world. He fell onto the snow, gasping, his body continuously heaving up and down.

He fell very heavily, and having one's feet severed was an incredibly serious injury, but this was not the reason that he remained unmoving on the ground. It was because of despair.

The strum of the zither had crossed through ten-some li, so indiscernible and ethereal, yet it was able to easily sever his two feet.

The middle-aged scholar's identity was already obvious.

He buried his face in the snow and let out a muffled howl of pain. He was like a beast that was heavily injured but had no courage to strike back, only infinite remorse.

The sounds of fighting and screams could faintly be heard from the distant mountains, most likely Nanke casually reaping the lives of those humans on the mountain path.

The sounds of fighting suddenly vanished and the screams gradually faded until only silence remained.

Zhu Ye also fell quiet. With some difficulty, he turned over and gazed at the starry sky, incredibly close to the snowy peaks and thus particularly vivid, and sighed.

If he were not so greedy for the Cinnabar Pill, then given his identity and status, how could he possibly come to such a remote mountain range, and how could he possibly meet such a terrifying foe?

The word 'greed' had already caused the deaths of many, and how many more deaths would it cause in the future?

The ice was tread apart, still crinkling like the dry leaves of autumn being crushed by feet.

With this sound, Zhu Ye's body and mind relaxed, his eyes gradually brightening.

Nanke walked in front of him, her wings slowly moving behind her, bringing a chilly wind with them.

The Southern Cross Sword had already split and was now held in both her hands. Blood dripped from the swords, probably that of Ning Shiwei and those other people.

Zhu Ye calmly gazed at her, his hands gripping the most precious magical artifacts of the Emotion-Severing Sect in his sleeves.

Nanke struck with her sword.

Zhu Ye used his techniques.

Heavy and intense collisions rang out in the snowy peak awash with starlight.

Ten-some bulges appeared on the thick mountain slope as if some sort of monster wanted to bore its way out of the ground.

The mantle of snow flew up and madly danced in the air, covering the stars and casting the environment into a deep gloom, with the occasional flash of a sword glow illuminating a corner.

The ethereal sound of a zither could faintly be heard.

The world suddenly went still and the wind and snow gradually settled. Snow continued to slide down the mountains, rustling as it tumbled down.

At the highest peak, Nanke's sword was stabbed into Zhu Ye's chest.

Zhu Ye did not lower his head to look at his wound, nor did he look at her. Instead, he gazed towards a distant place.

The sword in his body was truly very cold, but that faint and almost unreal sound of the zither was even colder.

It was so cold that it reminded him of the story his uncle told him many years ago.

In that story, there was a Demon city in the snowy plains of the north, and this Demon city was forever enveloped in darkness.

It was just like the darkness gradually occupying his eyes.

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Carrying Zhu Ye's corpse, Nanke returned to the mountain path.