The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 340 - 163: New Game Icon, Meet the High Priest_3

Chapter 340: Chapter 163: New Game Icon, Meet the High Priest_3

At that moment, a woman in white silently appeared.

The girl opened her eyes: "What’s the situation now?"

"High Priest, behind that blood-clothed sword god, there is a Yin God of two heavenly steps. Not long ago, that Yin God killed the lord of Mo Hui," the woman in white was a Yin God, who had encountered Qi Yuan once.

Despite being a Yin God, her attitude towards the girl in front of her was highly respectful.

The High Priest stared at the Qiyue Lake before her with clear eyes,

At this moment, the woman in white persuasively said: "High Priest, even if we get one more powerful ally, it won’t change the final outcome.

Wangyue Continent...we can’t defend it anymore, we have to leave."

The High Priest, a child at face, said with a determined look: "We can’t leave now. I have to wait for someone."

Upon hearing this, the woman in white hesitated for a long time before saying: "The High Priest is waiting for the faceless sword god, isn’t he?"

The High Priest didn’t respond, but her silence already served as the answer.

"If the faceless sword god hadn’t fallen in these past ten thousand years, he should have already been here," the woman said.

"I’ve been here for five thousand years, a few more doesn’t matter.

I haven’t met him yet. I want to know if he really is as legendary as they say..." Longing surged in the girl’s eyes.

At this moment, she seemed to think of something and asked: "Who do you think is more powerful, the blood-clad sword god or the faceless sword god?"

When the woman in white heard the question, she couldn’t help but smile bitterly. She said, "Whomever the High Priest thinks is more powerful, is more powerful."

"The wife of the blood-clad sword god is merely at the second step of heaven ascension. He certainly isn’t as powerful as the faceless sword god in this aspect.

And he definitely isn’t as handsome as the faceless sword god."

The High Priest said, as she looked at her own reflection in the water.

The last statement held absolute conviction for her.

"So, the faceless sword god is far superior," the High Priest said proudly.

The woman in white remained silent, with a trace of worry left in her eyes.

At this moment, the High Priest said softly: "I understand your worries. When the time comes....if things are impossible to overcome, I will activate the Teleportation Array and leave with...the Moon Imperial Dynasty."

However... If he awakens at that time, would he still be able to find Qiyue Lake?

And Wangyue continent...it may turn into a real hell.

How could she bear to see the place he once defended with his life in ruins?

Upon hearing this, the woman in white breathed a sigh of relief.

She was afraid that the High Priest would be stubborn and insist on staying here.

Just at this moment, a hurried voice came: "High Priest!"

A Divine Envoy from the Faceless God’s Cult in a black embroidered robe appeared, with a strange expression on his face.

A curious look flashed across the High Priest’s lovely face: "I already know that the wife of the blood-clothed sword god is at the second step, is there anything else?"

"High Priest, I think this blood-clothed sword god...is a little strange," the Divine Envoy stuttered.

"What’s so strange?" the High Priest asked in a calm tone.

She had seen many strange things in the world.

"When I first saw him, I felt a strange familiarity.

And I found that it’s not just me. Everyone from the Wangyue Continent who sees him feels very familiar and trusts him," said the Divine Envoy.

The situation was indeed strange.

The woman in white glanced at the Divine Envoy, her eyes deep: "There are no traces of divine techniques."

The High Priest looked thoughtful: "Is there anything else?"

"There is one more thing, the swordsmanship he uses... shows traces of your swordsmanship, High Priest."

"What..." The High Priest’s eyes flickered, reflecting a winter snow."

...

Looking up at the old Qizhi tree in the sky, Qi Yuan raised his arm.

There was still no sign of the crescent moon.

"Isn’t she the Moon Lady?" Qi Yuan sounded a bit disappointed.

If the High Priest is the Moon Lady, then the traces of the crescent moon in his hand should have surfaced.

And the Moon Lady...should have sensed him and come to see him by now.

So it might be that the High Priest is just a coincidence.

"Damn, why is it snowing?"

There he stood, amidst the vast snowy field, allowing the snow to accumulate on his shoulders.

As he was getting closer to the Moon Imperial Dynasty, Qi Yuan stayed at an inn and felt quite bored, so he decided to go out alone.

His mood now is much different than before.

Maybe ten thousand years have passed, and everything has disappeared in the river of time.

Even Nanqian is no more.

The Heaven’s Will Sect, too, was a sect from nearly ten thousand years ago.

All things are buried in the dust of history.

Suddenly, the snow on the tree kept falling, it fell upon Qi Yuan’s shoulders, his head.

Just as he was about to look up, he saw a woman in her twenties coming towards him gently from not too far away.

She was wearing a fox-fur overcoat, and her expression was graceful. She lifted her hood, revealing a face as bright as a new moon under the heap of snow in the flowers.

Her lips were very thin, her eyes deep and clear, elegant and graceful.

She approached Qi Yuan and asked softly, "Is she...pretty?"

She pointed a finger at her own face.

Qi Yuan was startled.

[This is a mysterious girl who has a deep connection with you.]

"Pretty, very pretty," Qi Yuan said, looking at her face, lost in his thoughts.

He wanted to figure out her identity.

"Hee hee, if she heard that, she would be very happy."

"Who is she...?" Qi Yuan looked at her face, with various thoughts and a bold guess in his mind.

"She said, remember her face, so you... won’t fail to recognize her in the future," the mysterious girl said.

"Is she Jin Li?" Qi Yuan stared at her face.

The Jin Li whom he had waited for under the old Qilai tree, but never showed up.

"She is also the Moon Lady," the girl whispered softly.

Time and space seemed to freeze at this moment.

Qi Yuan recalls the Qiyue Lake and the stubborn girl from the past.

The promise which spanned across time and space had once seemed impossible to meet. However, under the arrangement of fate, they met in another form.

He didn’t know she was Jin Li.

She didn’t know that he was Qi Yuan, who she would meet in the future either.

It wasn’t that they had never met. They had been there all along.

"Who... are you?"

The girl in front of him transformed into a girl of seven or eight years old.

Seeing the girl in front of him, Qi Yuan was somehow reminded of the Moon Lady from his past.

He saw traces of the Moon Lady in her.

"I’m Mama’s daughter, I’m Papa’s daughter!" The girl smiled broadly at Qi Yuan, "And I’m also the most precious gift Papa gave to Mama."

Back then, Jin Li had taken her out of the stone statue of the Faceless Sword God.

All the memories, flooded back in an instant.

She had actually seen him.