He Lan Tianxia

Murong Junlan hurriedly set up several restrictions. After all, it was a fireball, and he couldn't leave it to fate. After setting them up, he moved forward quickly, unaware that the fireballs on both sides were exploding one after another. Murong Junlan dared not stop any longer. In order to avoid the fireballs exploding behind him, he ran forward wildly. He didn't know how many unknown dangers lay ahead. At this moment, only by running wildly could he leave this strange demon realm.

Behind him, a series of deafening explosions echoed. As he dodged the last blast, Murong Junlan leaped into the air, believing he had avoided all danger. Little did he know that his leap would plunge into a dense, foggy abyss. Murong Junlan regretted his earlier resignation. He should have desperately used the Lazy Man's Secret Technique to stabilize himself, and he shouldn't have tried to rush out. Perhaps then he wouldn't have died so passively.

No, he couldn't fall like this. Murong Junlan used all his skills, but to no avail. His body continued to plummet. In desperation, he combined his desert lightness skill with the Lazy Man's Secret Manual, and even incorporated the Dark Woodcutter Temple's ultimate move, but it was still useless. This abyss was strange; no trees grew there, and it was slippery on all sides. If a branch stretched out to him, he could use it to bounce back.

Falling helplessly, Murong Junlan felt an unprecedented sense of despair. He was filled with resentment. How could a marshal leading hundreds of thousands of troops be reduced to ashes in the heart of a random flower? The martial world was indeed more dangerous than war.

Strangely, in the instant his mind wandered, the feeling of falling lessened. Murong Junlan instantly realized that the abyss was the same; the more you resisted it, the more you fell, and the less intense the feeling of falling seemed when you ignored it.

Resign yourself to fate?

Murong Junlan emptied his mind, leaving only emptiness, and his body stopped in mid-air. At this moment, several shrill screams came from the abyss below, mixed with Yan'er's cries. This time he heard it; the voice he had been longing for, which had been gone for a long time, had finally returned. Murong Junlan felt a surge of anxiety, and his body plummeted down again as if a weight had been dropped from a scale.

However, this time, Murong Junlan did not choose to let his mind wander, because he heard Yan'er's voice coming from the abyss beneath his feet. For the sake of his beloved concubine, he could not choose to resign himself to fate!

Boom! Murong Junlan was instantly thrown to the heavens.

Hmm, what's going on? Shouldn't he have fallen into an ice hole or a bottomless abyss? How did he fall back into the original Snow Lotus Pond? The only difference is that, looking down from the palace, there are now a few large characters floating in the Snow Lotus Pond: Separation from Hatred.

Murong Junlan was about to investigate when his body suddenly plummeted from mid-air.

With a splash, a large amount of water was sprayed up.

A biting cold swept in from all sides. Murong Junlan sprang up from the icy water. Fortunately, he had quickly set up a protective barrier before falling in, otherwise he would have been turned into a snowman. He stood on an ice lotus flower again, this time wary that the flower's heart would devour him again. So, he moved to the side, and before he could even take a good look at his surroundings, a cold voice rang out.

"I knew you wouldn't die."

A white-haired woman?! Is that even human language? But he couldn't be wrong about the chilling tone of her voice; this woman's viciousness was unmatched.

Where is Yan'er?

Murong Junlan cared most about his beloved concubine; he wasn't that concerned about whether he himself lived or died.

"That's exactly what I was going to ask you," the white-haired woman said sinisterly. "If I hadn't heard her scream just now, I would have thought she was already dead."

What? The white-haired woman doesn't even know where his Yan'er is? Didn't she and the woman with the Twin Snow Swords lose sight of Yan'er while chasing after her? And then she fell into this Xuanmo Cave, Lihentian? He always thought they were together, but that damn ape fell in at some point. It seems like it's a good thing that Yan'er isn't in the white-haired woman's hands.

"In this bottomless Xuanmo Cave, things seem even more mysterious than they are in my hands." The white-haired woman seemed to have seen through Murong Junlan's thoughts and coldly uttered another sentence. The white-haired woman paused and then gritted her teeth and said, "Don't worry, I will kill her sooner or later."

Murong Junlan looked around for Yan'er. He didn't have much interest in listening to this woman's madness. However, the white-haired woman he saw recently looked more like her than the white-haired woman who played with the crocodile.

At this moment, Yan'er's shrill scream suddenly rang out again. Upon hearing it, the white-haired woman standing on another snow lotus flower flashed and disappeared instantly.