Walking in the cycle of reincarnation

Chapter 55 Looking for the Moon

Zhang Nanfeng calmed his mind and dispersed his consciousness throughout his body.

Inside the gourd cave, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which was originally elusive and elusive in the void, was gradually converging towards him.

They are no longer wandering souls without a master, but like birds returning to their nests, they follow the thousands of pores all over their bodies, along the meridians and blood vessels, and surge straight into the three places in the body where supernatural powers reside.

The parched wind, nourished by spiritual energy, rippled gently like rain falling on a dried-up pond. The dried-up venom glands, moistened by the spiritual energy, slowly produced new venom.

The two almost extinguished points of light in the depths of his eyes also solidified again under the nourishment of spiritual energy, and the dark light gradually intensified.

Experiencing all the changes, Zhang Nanfeng suddenly understood the profound meaning of what Su Chan had said years ago.

"Once you embark on cultivation, your supernatural powers will no longer be like rootless duckweed."

It turned out to be the case.

In his previous two lives, every time he used his supernatural powers, he would lose a portion of them, and once they were exhausted, he would need something with spirit to painstakingly replenish them.

Now that they have entered the Source Gathering Realm, their supernatural powers have a foundation for cultivation, just like a giant tree connected to the earth. No matter how freely the branches and leaves stretch out, the roots underground can continuously draw nutrients, and there is no longer any worry about them drying up.

His mortal body and blood have been completely replaced with new blood, and an unprecedentedly clear and bright power flows through his muscles, bones and veins.

Zhang Nanfeng felt full of energy and his mind was clear.

He got up, walked to the depths of the crevice, and took out the remaining animal hide.

The subsequent chapters of "The Great Blood Creation Technique" are yet to be copied. At this moment, with a clear mind and excellent artistic conception, it is the perfect time to put pen to paper.

But just as he looked up at the light-transmitting crack in the cave ceiling, his movements suddenly stopped.

Outside the crevice in the rock, sunlight slanted in, and tiny specks of snowflakes drifted down from the gap.

Wanyan Yue...

Zhang Nanfeng's mind went blank for a moment.

He secluded himself to absorb the source of energy, his mind completely immersed in the blood and fire, unaware of how much time he had spent. It certainly wasn't something that could be accomplished in a day or two; it would take at least three to five days, or even longer.

Over such a long period of time, he completely forgot about the girl.

Damn.

Now that Wanyan Yue had obtained the horses, given her decisive nature and her concern for saving lives, she would not simply wait here idly. She must have searched for me, and if she couldn't find me, she would have set off alone.

Zhang Nanfeng stood there, hesitant for a moment.

His intentions in approaching the girl were quite straightforward.

He was simply drawn by that gilded line of fortune, wanting to use her power to find something that resonated with him and embark on the path of cultivation.

Now that his goal has been achieved, the dagger has been transformed into its original form, and the blood nest has been formed, his fate with this girl should be over.

Moreover, he has already entered the Nascent Soul Realm, and has begun to glimpse the path to immortality. What he seeks from now on is the Great Dao of Longevity, and transcendence of reincarnation.

All she sought was the blood feud between the Northern Plains tribes and a means of survival. Their paths may never intersect again.

only......

Zhang Nanfeng closed his wolf-like eyes and sighed softly.

That's it.

No matter how vicious Zhang Nanfeng was in his previous life, he was not the kind of person who would forget kindness and loyalty.

Although he initially used the Meng family's affairs, their downfall was ultimately caused by the power struggle between the Holy Altar and Meng Cang, not by his own intentions. He also remembered Meng Jinchuan's kindness in supporting him.

Now that this young woman has helped him attain enlightenment, he has no choice but to repay this debt of gratitude.

Moreover, once the covenant is established and the promise is made, how can one regard worldly words as dust simply because one has embarked on cultivation?

He opened his eyes, a dark light flashing within them, and darted out of the cave.

Since entering the Nascent Soul Realm, the speed of this white wolf body has become incomparable to what it used to be.

His movements were as swift as lightning, leaving only a shallow trail of snow in his wake, which was quickly smoothed over by the wind and snow.

He ran around frantically, his nose twitching, searching for any trace or mark that Wanyan Yue might have left behind.

However, no.

After circling the entire ridge, not a trace of fox odor could be found, nor hoofprints in the snow, nor any marks etched on tree bark or rocks.

Zhang Nanfeng stopped at the edge of a cliff, watching the snow falling all around him, and his heart sank.

Perhaps she stayed, but too much time passed, and she was completely swallowed up by the wind and snow of the northern plains.

He did not give up because of this.

Zhang Nanfeng focused his mind and tried hard to recall the location he had glimpsed and memorized when Wanyan Yue spread out the animal skin map.

The valley is located in the southwest, about a hundred miles away, after crossing two low snow-capped hills and then passing through a forest.

The memory is hazy, like trying to see flowers through a fog; its location and distance are difficult to pinpoint accurately. But even so, it's still better than doing nothing.

He turned around and ran headlong towards the southwest without looking back.

The snowfield receded rapidly beneath him, the wind whistling sharply in his ears.

New blood surged through the veins, making each step faster and more powerful than before.

......

A hundred miles away.

Wanyan Yue's horse died.

The brown horse, borrowed from the valley camp, carried her for dozens of miles before finally collapsing from exhaustion in a snowdrift.

She fell off her horse and tumbled through the thick snow, her head and face covered in snow.

He lay panting in the snow for a long time before finally managing to get up.

The brown horse lay on its side in the snow, its large eyes half-closed, its belly no longer rising and falling.

Wanyan Yue walked over, reached out and stroked its frozen mane, her cherry lips pressed tightly together.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you."

With a soft whisper, she pulled her fur coat tighter around herself, steadied herself to find her bearings, and resolutely strode forward.

Without horses, they used their two legs.

Wanyan Yue was never a pampered, delicate woman who couldn't walk without a saddle.

From a young age, her father taught her that the legs of the people of the Northern Plains were born to measure the earth. Even if the soles of their boots were worn through, even if their flesh was frozen and rotting, as long as they had a breath left, they had to keep moving forward.

However, as she walked, she would unconsciously look back frequently, gazing at the path she had come from behind the mountain ridge.

A vast expanse of white stretched as far as the eye could see.

Wanyan Yue withdrew her gaze, buried her chin in her collar, and continued walking against the north wind. Each step she took, pulling out of the snow, produced a sluggish, scraping sound, as if the earth was dragging her ankles, not allowing her to leave.

As the sun began to set, the sky grew dark and gloomy.

She had long since lost count of how many hours she had trekked, only feeling that her legs had long since lost all sensation, and she was moving mechanically by sheer willpower.

The wind and snow blurred my vision, and the outline of the mountain valley I longed for swayed in the snow, sometimes close at hand, sometimes far away.

Mother...

She silently repeated it to herself.

Just as the dark shadows of the mountain pass came into clear view and she was about to reach her destination, everything suddenly went black.

With a sway, Wanyan Yue could no longer hold on and collapsed straight onto the snow.

The snow was icy cold, but she felt no chill; instead, she felt her body becoming increasingly light.

Before her consciousness completely succumbed to darkness, she used her last bit of strength to look back on the path she had traveled.

On the snow, only her solitary footprints remained.

Adachi...

With a soft whisper in her heart, Wanyan Yue closed her eyes and fainted.

The wind and snow howled, gradually covering that thin figure with a layer of cold clothes.