Roaming Soul

This time, Yun Duan was alone. Of course, there were also her hidden guards and people from the Imperium Faction. However, they were all invisible and invisible. She wondered if she should tell the Imperius about the divine bone.

She was really aggrieved for her lack of spiritual energy, but fortunately, she knew some ordinary martial arts.

After dinner, she took out the map from her bag. Looking carefully, with her current speed, she estimated that it would take her less than half a month to reach Cloud Valley, and she would also need to rest as little as possible.

Alright, since she wanted that child, she would have to pay a price. A journey of ten days to half a month really was nothing.

The journey was very quiet. She had disguised herself as a man and wrapped herself in a simple, coarse garment. It was hard to see her appearance clearly with a few twists of her hair.

That was good. She didn't want any trouble.

On the other hand, Qin Ni was very careful, and wanted her to show her face as little as possible. Yun Duan glanced at her reflection in the mirror, and after looking at her for a long time, she was afraid that no one would like to look at her like this. Her originally delicate and pretty face was covered by a mask, and it looked like it was made of human skin, like a second layer of skin.

On the eighth day, he arrived at a poor household. It was already dark, and he was sitting in front of the fence with a knife-scarred face, looking up at the moon.

Yue Ye was very gentle, and the special cold of autumn night made her very calm. In any case, she had already thought it through, so no matter how impetuous she was, it was useless. Even if she had already thought of many ways to deal with that cold and proud Misty Monarch, in the absence of a real person, everything was still uncertain.

Thinking about this, she felt a little headache. Qin Ni said that the Misty Monarch's cultivation base was extremely high. If she angered him, would he just kill her?

At that time, even if there were experts from the Dark Guard and Emperor Chen's faction, the Misty Monarch was an expert amongst experts. How could she possibly escape if they really fought?

Yun Duan was very agitated. She grabbed a blade of grass from the fence and put it in her mouth with a frown. The black shadow of the tree in the distance looked at the conflicted Yun Duan quietly without any expression.

After dawn, Yun Duan got up and set off. No matter what, she had already reached this step. No matter how hard it was to invite the Misty King, he had to give it a try.

Fortunately, nothing had happened along the way and this trip out of the palace had been carried out in secret. If someone knew that the three kings of the Myriad Empire Palace had left the palace alone, they would probably use all sorts of underhanded methods.

She had to protect her life well. The Sunset Emperor wasn't dead yet! She definitely wouldn't allow herself to walk away before him. She needed someone to bear her anger and hatred. She had to make the Sunset Emperor suffer and die from pain.

She galloped all the way to the Cloud Valley on the twelfth day.

Her entire body felt like it was about to fall apart. She glanced at the three words written on the red crystal — High Cloud Valley.

She looked up and saw a verdant tree covering the entrance. She squinted for a long time before seeing a small path. She turned her head to look at the carriage that had been thrown to the side and measured its width.

She sighed. It seemed she had to walk in.

The small path was dug by following the mountain and was not easy to walk on. The clouds felt that it required a bit of technical content, and there were even some wet moss on the road, allowing it to slide down accidentally. Furthermore, the ground below was covered by clouds, causing it to look very deep, and if it fell, it would at least turn into a broken body, and if possible, it would leave a soul.

Yun Duan thought that if she had spiritual power, she would be able to fly around and take a look. However, her current state was quite sullen.

Forget it, even if she flew, so what? There was fog everywhere, so what? She could not see anything. It was better for her to slowly move forward.

As such, she walked from morning until dusk and climbed up a big tree for the night. Fortunately, there were still animals on the mountain, and when she was hungry, she could hunt them down to fill her stomach.

Fortunately, his body was used to being fed meat by her, so he didn't feel uncomfortable.

Yun Yang burped and leaned against the tree. It was already very dark and he couldn't see anything. Yun Duan felt that if it was an ordinary person coming to this kind of place, they would probably be scared to death.

She was puzzled. Since the Misty Monarch was a cold person, then the place he lived should be quiet and elegant. Wasn't he annoyed with the loud noises at night?

Or was it his preference to be with wild beasts?

On the second day, she slipped down from the tree at dawn and continued on her way. Although she had entered the Upper Cloud Valley, it would still take her some time to find where the Misty Monarch lived. The key was that the fog was thick and she could only follow the trail like a blind person.

The road on the mountain turned and turned. The sunlight shone in at noon and the fog slowly dissipated. It was only then that the clouds could vaguely see a thatched cottage not far away from them.

His large eyes blinked a few times. Did this mean that he had found it?

The thatched cottage was located at the bottom of the mountain, surrounded by the surrounding mountains. The ground was relatively large, and the mist hung over their heads. When the multicolored light from the sun shone on the cottage, it gave off a dreamlike feeling.

Yun Duan shook her head before walking towards the thatched cottage.

When he got closer, he found that it was a house made of bamboo. It wasn't very big, but living with three or four people shouldn't be a problem.

In front of the bamboo house, there was a small river. The river flowed slowly. Clouds came up and stood in front of the bamboo house to look. The bamboo door was ajar, and the sun's rays shone on the bamboo roof.

Yun Duan narrowed her eyes and looked for a long time, but there was no movement. She was somewhat puzzled. Was there no one here?

If there was, she would have been discovered after standing there for so long.

He coughed lightly, but there was no response from inside.

Since that was the case, she would go in and take a look.

He lightly pushed open the bamboo door and saw everything in the room. In front of him was a table and a few stools, in the corner was a bed, and there was also a reclining chair. Blinking, she lifted her hand and gently pushed it away.

What entered his eyes was a man lying on the bed with his head on his shoulder, taking a nap.

Yun Duan felt her heart beating a little faster.

Sunlight shone through the cracks of the bamboo house and onto the man's body. His plain white clothes were dyed a faint golden yellow by the halo of light. The man's facial features were deep and angular.

The eyelashes under his slightly closed eyes were very long, and they densely cast a row of shadows.

Yun Duan stood there silently. She did not speak up to disturb him, nor did she leave.

He just stared at the man.

With just a glance, she was already certain that this person was the Misty Monarch she was looking for.

He was only casually lying on his side, but this didn't affect the coldness from his entire body, nor the unapproachable, powerful aura.

Everyone said that he had the demeanor of the Immersed Emperor. He was extremely good-looking, and his Xuan He was not bad either, but at that moment, she felt that he was the most beautiful person in the world. Although he did not open his eyes, she could already see the depths of his eyes.

After standing there for a while longer, he saw that the man didn't have any signs of opening his eyes. Yun Duan curled her lips. She knew that he was awake, but she just didn't want to see her.

She turned around and walked out of the bamboo house. The continuous journey these past few days had tired her a little. She brought out a recliner from the house and placed it on the riverside, facing the sunlight. She laid on it and slowly closed her eyes.

Since he was already here, she didn't believe that he would still be asleep when she woke up.

She was hungry, but the tiredness of her body soon pulled her into a dream.

When he heard the steady breathing of the woman outside, Shiyan Qingjun slowly opened his eyes. They were as deep as obsidian glass, calm and distant.

It was extremely quiet in the daytime. Occasionally, there would be the chirping of a few birds, but they would quickly disappear.

The clouds in his dreams were always uneasy.

"Sister, Sister …"

She heard a voice calling to her, young and smiling.

"Sister, Sister …" The blurry face giggled as it ran into the fire.

"No, no!" Yun Duan muttered in pain.

The flame raged like a ghost, wantonly spreading out the thick blood-red fog. The dream suddenly spun, and the head of Imperial Concubine Yu, which had been unable to die in peace, rolled in front of her eyes, sinister to the point that it was dripping with blood.

Yun Duan was so shocked that she sat up abruptly, cold sweat beading on her forehead. She panted for a long time before calming down.

As he looked ahead, he realized that he was in the Upper Cloud Valley.

She lightly rubbed the center of her brows. Her mufei and Rui were her nightmares for the rest of her life. They were embedded in her heart and couldn't be removed. She could only suffer in agony.

"Did you have a nightmare?" A man's voice was cold and low.

Yun Duan jumped off the recliner in shock and retreated a few steps back before stabilizing her body. Her gaze landed on the man dressed in white clothes that were like snow.

It was quite breathtaking.

The man didn't look at her. He was sitting on a stone bench in front of the house with a book in his hand. He was slowly flipping through a book.

Yun Duan calmed down and walked over.

"I didn't expect the Misty King to be so beautiful!"

As Yun Duan spoke, she sat opposite the man and sized him up without any obstruction.

Siyan Qingjun's eyes were calm. He put down the book in his hand and poured a cup of hot tea for Yun Jun. His voice was cold as he said, "The three kings, Ji Yali and Fang Hua are also extremely beautiful!"

Yun Duan was slightly stunned as she looked at the man with a cold expression, "You know me!"

Siyan Qingjun picked up the book again and gently turned the page. His lips curled up into a smile. His smile was distant and indifferent, but he didn't say anything more.

Yun Duan frowned. "Then do you know why I'm here?"

"Don't bother with the three kings. Rather than wasting time with me, it's better to take advantage of Emperor Chen's lack of strength and filial piety!"