Chapter 801: Flames of Extreme Cold (1/2)

“You subdued the realm monster?” Ashu looked incredulously at Lu Yun. He knew full well just how terrifying realm monsters were; even great emperors would be ripped apart like paper when encountering these horrors!

Lu Yun shook his head slightly in response, not willing to speak more of this matter. Too much was tied to the Embittered Ocean—if the person who set all this up was still alive, then he had just thrust himself to the forefront of danger.

Taking stock of the situation, Ashu very smartly pressed no further.

Up on the peak of the mountain, Xuanyuan Xiaoyue stood forlornly in front of her ice coffin. Her long hair was the color of snow and her skin resembled ice. She was so pitiful that sympathy bubbled up in anyone that saw her.

The realm monster had left, the Embittered Ocean had been sent to hell, and she’d returned to normal. She was no longer cold, but a frosty bleakness filled her eyes still. The Xuanyuan bloodline had ended. Even she herself had died and become a ghost.

“Xiaoyue.” Ashu walked up to her and patted her lightly on the shoulder. “We have our ways if you want to return to life.”

“Uncle Ling…” Xiaoyue looked at Ashu and shook her head. “It was destined that our clan meet its doom. It was corrupted after my father died, and nothing will bring it back even if I come back to life.”

Ashu sighed softly and had no response to that.

“Do you know who set everything up in the tomb?” Lu Yun came flying up to them.

Xuanyuan Xiaoyue looked out over the world, at how the realm of ice and snow was beginning to melt with the departure of the Embittered Ocean and the realm monster. The sculptures of the frozen Xuanyuan members softened and sagged to the ground, swiftly decomposing and filling the realm with the pungent stench of decay.

She shook her head. “All of this happened after I died. Maybe whoever killed me did it.”

“Whoever killed you…” Ashu frowned.

Xuanyuan Xiaoyue said a name, but it didn’t have time to travel through the air before a mysterious power scattered it.

“Uncle Ling, you should know who I spoke of. He’s listed himself as taboo, which means no one can say his name as long as he’s alive.”

Ashu nodded solemnly. He’d listed his own name as taboo a long time ago. Apart from his kin and friends, no one could talk about his existence at all.

“Alright then, these high up muckety mucks have seriously got too much time on their hands.” Lu Yun sighed with resignation. These so-called great personages were really too petty—listing their name as taboo so they could melt into the backdrop of the world?

Oh, give me a break.

“Lu Yun!” Ashu turned seriously toward the young man. “You should know how large the world is and how many combat arts there are beneath the heavens. There are certain terrible factions with particular combat arts that can capture a whiff of your presence just by saying your name. With that capability, they can then injure or even kill you by reaching across multiple major worlds!

“Many great experts throughout the worlds have hidden their true names and only go by their daoist name or titles. Do you really think it’s because they have too much time on their hands?”

Lu Yun shuddered with recollection. The shamans! They definitely had such an art; they could curse someone through space if they knew their target’s name.

“It looks like I need to get myself a daoist title in the future as well,” he grumbled.

Ashu flicked a sidelong glance at him. “You’ll be fine.”

Lu Yun ignored him.