Sanctuary Starfield Journey

76-16 Either safety or danger

Mo Bei was jolted back by a sudden force, landing hard on his backside—the woman's strength was simply outrageous to have knocked him, who had already broken through to the Heavenly Yin Spirit God realm, into such a state. When Mo Bei looked up, he saw a pair of hands, and a voice followed the outstretched hand: "Are you alright?" Mo Bei got up on his own: "I'm fine." He then looked at the woman, who didn't seem to be a local: "May I ask who you are?" The woman replied: "Wen Ming-Hong Qiu Bie-Di Su Yi. You can also call me Hong Qi." At this moment, Qing Lan also arrived; he only heard the name Hong Qi.

Mo Bei was a little confused: "Isn't this the person you can recruit in the Star Seeking Secret Realm? He doesn't seem quite right." Qing Lan stared at her thoughtfully: "You…" Di Suyi repeated the name. Qing Lan replied: "No, no, those black lines on your legs, are they Black-Striped Lord?" Is this child polite? Staring at someone's legs right away, Mo Bei's vision went black. However, what surprised him was that the person in the Giant Rift actually knew about Black-Striped Lord.

Ti Suyi quickly squeezed her hands together: "Little kid, your point of view is quite peculiar." Qing Lan scratched his head: "It's mainly because it feels a bit novel. After all, who would get a black tattoo of 'King of Black Tattoo'? Isn't that a euphemism for a liar? Besides, I'm not young anymore, you don't look that much older than me." Ti Suyi punched him: "None of your business. And I'm much older than you think." Yan Fuxue also came over. She felt that this person looked familiar. Usually, a girl's sixth sense is correct.

Hong Qi looked at the aimless group and sighed softly, asking, "What are you all here for? We can't just be sightseeing, can we?" Mo Bei was still pondering; this was indeed a problem for them, since the author and Xian Niancheng hadn't specified what their purpose was.

Yan Fuxue asked, "So what are you here for?" Qinglan nodded dismissively, "That's a bit suspicious." Hongqi said, "Let me be frank, I'm here to participate in the Dream Ceremony. After all, with the Dream Creation Era happening now, not many people dare to say they're here for the prizes." Yan Fuxue pressed her advantage, "Then what do you think the prizes are?" Hongqi thought for a moment, "Little friend, you've really stumped me. It should be the Extreme Realm, right?" Upon hearing these four words, Yan Fuxue immediately asked, "Then how did you find out?" Hongqi replied, "I think I heard it from someone else." Hearing that even such a thing could be said, Yan Fuxue thought it best not to press the issue so hard. Qinglan, on the other hand, was impressed, "Yan Fuxue, you're so amazing! I didn't realize. Hongqi, you're very suspicious." Hongqi was sweating profusely.

Seeing the atmosphere had turned out this way, Mo Bei quickly spoke up, "Never mind, never mind, it's alright. Hong Qi, do you know how the Extreme Realm was obtained?" Hong Qi replied, "By gaining Qing Yan's approval." Qing Lan, hearing that name again, said, "I've been thinking about it for so long and still don't know how to gain approval. Is it the same as Elder Yan Huayue?" Yan Fuxue, upon hearing Yan Huayue's name, simply stared at Hong Qi, watching the wind blowing through her hair.

Mo Bei said, "Since that's the case, don't we have a goal now? We should thank Hong Qi, shouldn't we?" Then she turned to Hong Qi and asked, "Do you want to come with us?" Hong Qi nodded, "Sure." The group then walked down the street.

Feng Huo, inside her hibernation pod, watched the figures on the screen. She stretched out her handless, stump-less limb and gently stroked the cold glass. A single, clear tear slid down her pale cheek, hitting the metal floor with a crisp, shattering sound. Beside her, the body's head hung low, its eyes dim.

Inside a room, piled high with dolls, their heads bowed, a fire ignited, followed by a row of candles. A figure sat at the far end of a table: "Another year of Dream Ceremony has arrived. Future generations of the Great Rift, have you figured out how to gain Qingyan's approval? The plan has been in place for so long; we can't afford to fail this time." A figure emerged from the shadows, speaking: "Eastern Moriamlin, while the dream realm is still fragile, why not seek out the Dreamland?" Eastern Moriamlin replied: "Alright. What do you think of Qingmanhua, Yan-Meng-Fanni?" Yan-Meng-Fanni crushed a candle: "A load of rubbish! It's kept us trapped for so long; I can't take it anymore." Eastern Moriamlin stood up: "Very well, everything should return to dust, back to the dream realm's most primal form. Death in exhilaration, falling to the ground in immersion, dissipating in fear, at the edge of the realm." With that, the room was completely engulfed in flames, burning to ashes.

Yan Fuxue looked at the clothing store with lit candles. Qinglan saw her and leaned over, saying, "You want it? I'll buy it for you. It's rare to see you want something." Yan Fuxue simply unfolded a corner of the melted clothing: "Who did this?" Qinglan shivered from the cold: "I'm sorry, let me pick something out for you." She pulled Yan Fuxue into the clothing store, and Yan Fuxue revealed a barely perceptible smile: "There's really no other way."

"I really can't help it, I forgot to bring any money." Qinglan scratched his head in the store. "How about I buy it on credit, and I'll go get the money first?" Yan Fuxue was a little speechless. The sales clerk said, "Go away, go away, what are you going to buy clothes if you don't have any money?" Qinglan had no choice but to put back the dress he had his eye on. Yan Fuxue said, "This kind of dress isn't really suitable for hiding my cold aura, is it?" Qinglan coughed, "Cough cough, after all, I've never seen you wear such a nice dress before." Yan Fuxue still took out his money and bought it, and also bought another dress for everyday wear.

Qinglan waited outside while Yan Fuxue changed in the fitting room. Suddenly, the fluorescent light in the fitting room flickered violently, the warm yellow light instantly turning a ghastly white. Immediately afterward, a heart-wrenching scream pierced through the decadent music from the next fitting room: "No! No! No!"

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