I have changed my destiny and become an unparalleled immortal.

"By the way, Qianyan, when we first reunited, I didn't want to ask too many questions out of consideration for you. But now is a critical moment, concerning the lives of the entire sect. Tell me honestly, does our Cold Moon Palace have a Nascent Soul stage expert in charge?"

Mo Qianyan was taken aback by his sudden serious question.

Her clear, starry eyes flickered for a moment, and then she shook her head very frankly.

"No, the sect's highest combat strength at present is me, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, and a few elders at the mid-stage Golden Core level."

Gu Yun froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning.

"No...no Nascent Soul?!"

Gu Yun's eyes widened, and her voice unconsciously rose eight octaves.

"While I was lying dead in the secret realm for eighteen years, how come you were making enemies everywhere like a honey badger?! Every day you were carrying a sword to attack the Heavenly Evolution Sect, and you were always provoking the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect and the Blood Fiend Valley... Your arrogance and domineering attitude made me think that our sect had at least three or five Nascent Soul stage monsters buried in the back mountains as our trump cards!"

He recalled the day he was taken out of his coffin, and how terrified the various sect leaders and patriarchs were when they saw Mo Qianyan, as if they had seen a living Yama.

Gu Yun had always thought that Hanyue Palace was the toughest and most formidable opponent in the Cangbei Spirit Domain.

In the end, it turned out to be a paper tiger that was built entirely by his wife wielding a sword and hacking it down.

Upon hearing Gu Yun's question, the Ice and Snow Sword Master, who was usually a formidable and decisive figure in the Northern Region, now resembled a little girl who had done something wrong.

She guiltily avoided Gu Yun's gaze, a faint, unnatural blush rising on her fair cheeks.

Mo Qianyan slowly lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, and mumbled in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"It's all because of you... I buried you in Falling Star Valley with my own hands back then, and it made me very emotional. I had a lot of resentment inside me with nowhere to vent it, and I found everyone repulsive, so... I just wanted to kill people..."

"..."

Gu Yun opened his mouth, but it felt like a large stone was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Because her husband had died, she was in a bad mood, so she took a sword and slaughtered all the top sects in the entire Cangbei Spiritual Domain.

Moreover, without the backing of a Nascent Soul expert, he single-handedly carved out a bloody path by relying on the mad sword intent of the Supreme Forgetfulness.

Gu Yun felt a chill run down his spine, but looking at Mo Qianyan's lowered eyes and the undisguised grievance between her brows, a strong sense of guilt welled up in his heart.

Just how much pressure did this woman bear alone, and how much madness did she carry on her shoulders?

"cough……"

Gu Yunqian coughed, decisively extinguishing the urge to continue berating her.

I chose this wife myself, so I have to accept this mess, even if it's painful.

He quickly changed the subject to something that seemed safe, trying to soften his tone.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about the past. What about your master? Wasn't it she who forcibly awakened you from your false memories back then using the Cold Moon Palace's most treasured magical artifact? The old lady has profound cultivation; surely she can take charge of the overall situation, right?"

Mo Qianyan's shoulders trembled slightly when her master was mentioned.

She had just raised her head slightly when she lowered it again, a deep sadness and sorrow flashing in her eyes.

"It's also because our Cold Moon Palace suffered heavy losses of elite troops in the Azure Abyss Secret Realm eighteen years ago..."

Mo Qianyan's voice trembled slightly.

"In order to forcibly stabilize the sect's crumbling foundation, Master frequently used his source energy, which severely damaged his mental strength... He passed away prematurely a few years ago."

"Then, that magical artifact, do you know how to use it?"

Mo Qianyan shook her head.

"..."

A deathly silence fell over the bedchamber.

Standing at the door, Gu Chengfeng silently covered his face, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

Gu Yun took a deep breath and closed her eyes in despair.

Without a Nascent Soul cultivator to oversee them, their strongest fighting force has already perished.

The current palace master is in a bad mood and has offended all the neighbors, causing diplomatic relations to collapse completely.

And now, he has just been in the desolate northern tomb, where he not only drained the Blood Pool of the Blood Fiend Valley, a sacred place for Nascent Soul cultivators, but also destroyed the defensive array left by their ancestor!

If we don't run now, when that Nascent Soul elder from Blood Fiend Valley breaks through his cultivation and discovers his ancestral grave has been dug up, he'll descend upon Heartless Peak with boundless rage...

The entire Cold Moon Palace is probably not even enough to fill a person's teeth!

"have to!"

Gu Yun suddenly opened his eyes, slapped his thigh hard, and his eyes burst with unprecedented anxiety and decisiveness.

"Stop saying anything! Qianyan, ring the bell now! The sect must retreat immediately!"

Gu Yun grabbed Mo Qianyan's wrist, her tone urgent.

"Take everything you can—bottles, jars, ancient books, spirit stones—and stuff it all into your storage rings! Burn anything you can't take on the spot. We absolutely cannot leave it to those bastards in Blood Fiend Valley! Notify all inner disciples and elders to assemble at the training ground within one incense stick's time and immediately board the Cloud-Piercing Flying Boat!"

Seeing Gu Yun's anxious and impatient appearance, Mo Qianyan finally realized the seriousness of the matter and no longer hesitated.

"Okay! I'll get on it right away!"

Mo Qianyan flipped her hand, and an ice-blue sect master token appeared in her palm. Without hesitation, she frantically poured her spiritual power into it.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The deafening sound of the cold moon and golden bells, the highest level of alarm, instantly resounded throughout the entire snow-capped mountain range.

"All members of the Cold Moon Palace, heed my command! Abandon all outer defenses. Within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, assemble at the training ground and prepare for a full-scale evacuation!"

The urgent tolling of the bell echoed throughout the Supreme Heartless Peak, and the entire Cold Moon Palace instantly erupted in chaos.

The elders and disciples who were originally in seclusion practicing swordsmanship and alchemy all broke out of their seclusion and looked at the main peak with shocked expressions.

The Golden Bell of the Cold Moon will not be rung unless there is a calamity that destroys the sect!

The last time it was rung was hundreds of years ago when the sect was besieged by a beast tide!

"Hurry up! Be quick! Don't leave me a single scrap of the high-grade spirit stone magic artifact array plates in the treasure vault! And the spirit herbs in the herb garden, dig them up, roots and all!"

Gu Chengfeng took the Great Wilderness Body to its extreme, and the kid was shirtless.

One person carried the heavy white jade statue of the founder of Hanyue Palace, weighing several thousand kilograms, and ran swiftly towards the largest cloud-piercing boat, shouting as he ran.

"Father! Should we also remove and take away those gilded pillars from the main hall?!"

"Pluck them! Leave not a single hair of value for Blood Fiend Valley!"

Gu Yun waved his hand without hesitation.

Watching the disciples below frantically packing up like locusts, Mo Qianyan stood beside Gu Yun, a rare look of bewilderment and confusion appearing on her usually cold face.

For thousands of years, the Cold Moon Palace has maintained its reputation as aloof, pure, and otherworldly immortal. But now, under Gu Yun's command, it looks more like a mountain that has just been robbed.

"That... Gu Yun."

Mo Qianyan tugged at Gu Yun's sleeve, a hint of hesitation flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"What's wrong, Madam? Did you forget any valuable personal items? I'll send Feng'er back to get them for you!"

Gu Yun wiped away non-existent sweat from his forehead and turned to ask solicitously.

Gu Yun suddenly paused, as if he had remembered something extremely important. He slapped his forehead and turned sharply to look at Mo Qianyan.

"By the way, Qianyan, I've been so busy packing up and running away that I haven't asked you yet. Where would be a good place for us to live in seclusion with our whole family and clan?"

Gu Yun stared intently at his wife.

In his view, Qianyan had dared to carry a sword and kill people all over the Cangbei Spirit Realm for the past eighteen years.

Having offended all the major sects, as the head of a palace, she must have already prepared a way out for herself and her sect.

However, upon hearing this question, Mo Qianyan suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Her beautiful, starry eyes shifted slightly, avoiding Gu Yun's expectant gaze.

A blush of guilt crept up her fair ears.

"that……"

Mo Qianyan twisted her slender fingers, her voice growing softer and softer.

"Actually... for the past eighteen years, all I've thought about is how to take a sword and kill people to avenge you. I've never... never even considered running away..."

A cold wind swept across the Supreme Heartbreak Peak, swirling up a few withered snow lotus petals.

Gu Yun's smile froze instantly.

"You...you didn't leave yourself a way out?"

Gu Yun gasped, her voice cracking.

"My dear wife! Without a Nascent Soul cultivator to back you up, you're causing trouble everywhere, and you haven't even prepared a safe house for yourself? Are you really planning to take the entire sect and join me in the underworld someday when you can't win?"

Mo Qianyan's eyes reddened slightly from his words.

Feeling wronged and guilty, she lowered her head and offered a soft explanation.

"At that time, I was heartbroken, my mind filled with the tragic image of you dying in the Cangyuan Secret Realm. I cultivate the Supreme Forgetfulness, and once my sword intent is unleashed, I can't stop it... Who, who has the mind to buy land and build a secluded cave dwelling..."

Looking at the Ice and Snow Sword Master, who now resembled a timid wife being scolded by her parents for making a mistake, Gu Yun's despair instantly turned into a long sigh.

Got it!

What can you do but spoil the crazy wife you chose?

"Alright, alright, it's not your fault. The situation was special back then, and you had to bear too much alone."

Gu Yun tenderly pulled Mo Qianyan into his arms, patted her back, and then his brain began to work frantically.

"That old monster in Blood Fiend Valley is at the Nascent Soul stage. Once he breaks through, his divine sense can cover tens of thousands of miles. We absolutely cannot stay in the Northern Spiritual Domain. If our old enemies, the Heavenly Evolution Sect and the Myriad Poisons Sect, know that we are in trouble, they will definitely take advantage of our misfortune."

Gu Yun stroked his chin, his brows furrowed: "We must find a place that a Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn't want to go, or a place that can't be detected by divine sense!"

Mo Qianyan leaned against Gu Yun's chest, her beautiful eyes brightening slightly upon hearing this, as if she had finally remembered something, and she suddenly looked up:

"I remember now! Before my master passed away, he did indeed give me a secret realm compass!"

"Oh? Tell me quickly, where is it!"

Gu Yun's spirits lifted.

Mo Qianyan took out a compass covered with frost runes from her storage ring and said solemnly.

"Master said that the founder of our Cold Moon Palace was not actually a native cultivator of the Northern Spiritual Domain, but came from the extremely distant Northern Sea of ​​Ice!"

"The Northern Sea of ​​Ice?"

Gu Yun was taken aback. He had seen this place name before when he was studying geography in the library. It was a notorious forbidden zone for life.

"That's right."

Mo Qianyan nodded.

"The Northern Sea of ​​Ice is located 100,000 miles north of the Northern Spiritual Domain, where it is shrouded in fierce winds all year round. My master said that in the deepest part of the ice sea, there is a secret realm of ice souls left by our ancestor."

Mo Qianyan's eyes gradually brightened.

"That place has an extremely harsh environment; ordinary cultivators would be frozen solid if they went in. But we, the Cold Moon Palace, cultivate techniques of ice and snow, so we are not only impervious to the cold, but we can thrive there! Most importantly..."

A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"Blood Fiend Valley cultivates blood-path demonic arts, and their greatest taboo is extreme cold freezing their blood and qi. Let alone their sect leader, even that old monster in the Nascent Soul stage would absolutely not be willing to venture alone into the Northern Sea of ​​Ice!"

"pretty!"

Gu Yun slapped his thigh excitedly.

"This place is practically a tailor-made feng shui treasure for you and for the Cold Moon Palace!"

Just do it.

"Wind! Don't pull down that broken mountain gate!"

Gu Yun turned around and yelled at Gu Chengfeng.

"Everyone, get on board!"

Half an hour later.

Three enormous flying ships, laden with the millennia-old wealth of the Cold Moon Palace and all its elders and disciples, roared into the sky.

Less than half an incense stick later, the flying boat had just broken through the clouds and turned into a streak of light, speeding northward.

"Boom!"

A terrifying pressure from the Nascent Soul stage, enough to change the very color of the heavens and earth, suddenly descended upon the sky above the Supreme Heartless Peak.

The clouds in the sky were torn apart by this oppressive force, and a terrifying old face, formed from dense blood energy and covering the sky, appeared above the Cold Moon Palace.

"Who is it? Which little beast destroyed our sect's Nascent Soul Blood Pool! I will tear you apart, skin you alive, and exterminate your entire clan!!"

The raging roar of the Nascent Soul stage monster shattered dozens of surrounding snow-capped peaks, triggering a terrifying avalanche.

However, when that enormous, blood-red hand, which blotted out the sky, struck the main peak of the Cold Moon Palace, it only stirred up a lonely flurry of snowflakes.

The entire Cold Moon Palace was completely destroyed, not even a single hair remained.

The pillars of the main hall were uprooted, and the ground in the herb garden was scraped three feet off.

"They escaped? They managed to get away so easily?!"

The Blood Fiend Valley Patriarch roared in exasperation in the void.

His divine sense radiated wildly in all directions.

However, Gu Yun and the others had already boarded a flying boat, erased their presence, escaped the range of his divine sense lock, and sped towards the Northern Sea of ​​Ice.

……

Above the Cold Moon Palace sect.

"Boom!"

In the sky, a blood-red face, obscuring the sun, roared, and a terrifying Nascent Soul divine sense swept across.

No, there's nothing at all!

The Cold Moon Palace vanished without a trace, leaving nothing behind.

"Good! Well done, Cold Moon Palace! They may be able to run away, but they can't hide..."

The Blood Fiend Valley patriarch was furious and about to roar, but when he looked down...

Not only were all the pillars uprooted from the Supreme Heartless Peak, but the ground in the herb garden was also scraped three feet deep. The harsh words that followed were stuck in his throat.

The temple is gone!

This group of people ran away cleaner than a locust swarm!

"No matter where you flee to, I will tear you to pieces!"

The roar echoes through the mountains, making it difficult to track.

The Nascent Soul stage monster possesses the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.

All that remained was a helpless rage against the swirling snowflakes, before it finally vanished in a bloody rage.

……

Ten thousand miles away in the Cangbei Spirit Realm lies the Northern Sea of ​​Ice.

The cold wind was like a knife, and water droplets froze instantly.

The temperature here is so low that it can freeze and crack the protective aura of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator.

In the gloomy ice storm, three flying boats struggled to move forward.

On the deck of the airship, Gu Yun was wearing a large black robe.

Holding several high-grade spirit stones in his hand, he was directing several elders from the Array Hall to modify the cold-resistant array of the flying boat, their foreheads covered in sweat.

"Move the array pattern at the fire position two inches to the left! Remove the spirit stone at the water position and replace it with an earth-element one! This is the Northern Sea, where the wind and snow carry the chilling aura of heavenly calamity. If we use the old array, our ship will turn into an ice coffin before we even find the secret realm!"