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If the great robbery at Snowfall Villa five years ago was man-made, then the person responsible must be someone filled with hatred, a terrifying individual who would wish to send everyone in the world to the underworld.
So, who is this person? Was he eliminated five years ago?
"We don't know how that person discovered the secret of Disaster Gate or what methods he used to trigger its opening. All I know is that by the time my grandfather noticed, the signs of the door opening had already appeared.
"The so-called great robbery at Snowfall Villa didn't actually occur at the site of Snowfall Villa in the northwestern foothills, but rather near Chang'an. After detecting the disturbance, everyone from Snowfall Villa rushed to Chang'an, including me. At that time, I had no idea about my fate."
"Five years ago, that person had already developed his organization in secret and gained absolute power. Thus, his actions began five years ago. This person is Rong Fu, the current leader of Mirror Gate."
I was shocked; the great robbery at Snowfall Villa five years ago was actually caused by Mirror Gate? No wonder Mirror Gate and Snowfall Villa are now at odds!
However, Luo Dachun recounted the events calmly, as if he were narrating someone else's story.
Rong Fu was much older than Dark One, but from the very beginning, he showed great respect for Dark One. Having been with Mirror Gate for over a decade, he was stable and mature in his dealings, with a generous and easygoing personality that made him well-liked and trusted. Dark One was not one to waste energy on scheming; his cunning was practically nonexistent. As a result, over these ten years, Rong Fu had unknowingly eroded Dark One's core power within Mirror Gate.
When Dark One discovered this truth, he must have been heartbroken.
I didn't know what Mirror Gate had secretly done under Rong Fu's leadership before this moment, but the final step to summon Disaster Gate was a bloody tragedy. Mirror Gate captured five thousand innocent civilians and brutally tortured and slaughtered them in a premeditated location in the wilderness west of Chang'an. The cries of despair echoed as blood soaked the ground.
The pain and resentment coalesced into a dark mass of energy as Disaster Gate gradually revealed its ominous outline.
It was at this moment that everyone from Snowfall Villa arrived. Their mysterious swordsmanship was as elusive as falling snow; their rigorous training day after day had all been for such a moment.
Snowfall Villa engaged in a fierce battle with Mirror Gate, striving to save every life they could.
Sun-Moon Ghost Blade Sikong Yan fought against Rong Fu; two unparalleled masters clashed with an overwhelming force. All of Mirror Gate's elite members—the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, and Vermilion Bird—joined the fray. However, Snowfall Villa's direct line—Sikong Lang, Sikong Xing, Sikong Feixue—along with the next generation of young warriors Sikong Han and Sikong Ming—were equally formidable. Thus, the battle raged on fiercely with no clear victor in sight.
Yet, the outline of Disaster Gate grew clearer; calamity seemed inevitable.
At that moment, Dark One arrived with Nie Qiuyuan.
It was indeed Nie Qiuyuan who brought the Dark One. He keenly sensed Rong Fu's subtle exclusion and distrust towards him among the four disciples.
At that time, only sixteen or seventeen years old, Nie Qiuyuan was alone, secretly investigating every suspicious clue, and finally arrived at this moment of confrontation.
When he realized that the target of the Mirror Gate was likely Snowfall Villa, Nie Qiuyuan felt a surge of anxiety because his friend was there. Sikong Ming was one of the few people with whom he shared a deep understanding and an almost unspoken bond.
The arrival of the Dark One and Nie Qiuyuan turned the tide of battle. Upon seeing the Dark One appear, Rong Fu made an immediate and accurate judgment, ordering his disciples and Confidant to withdraw from the fight in various ways, concealing their tracks. However, it seemed that the opening of the Disaster Gate was inevitable; it had to be unleashed.
The owner, Sikong Yan, set down his dual blades and gazed at the dark energy before him, unable to speak for a long time. Instead, it was Sikong Ming's biological father, Sikong Lang, who spoke up: "Amin, being born in Snowfall Villa means we cannot defy our ancestral teachings. It is time for you to step up."
Whether it was an illusion or not, ever since he had gained this icy power within him, his father had become somewhat distant, hardly approaching him. For over a decade, it had been this way. Now, his father's words seemed to demand that he sacrifice his life for the family's mission, and yet they remained so cold.
But at that moment, he still did not know what the family's mission entailed. To die without understanding why—that seemed incredibly unfair.
Was it simply because he was born into this family?
The ancestral teachings were clear: when sacrifices were needed for the family's legacy, no one could make excuses or hesitate. As a member of the Sikong Clan, Sikong Ming had long been prepared to face his fate. Yet there lingered a sense of unwillingness; it felt as if the world was unbearably cold—too indifferent and helpless.
Time did not allow for further contemplation. Sikong Yan sighed lightly and swiftly moved behind Sikong Ming, striking him between the shoulder blades.
Sikong Ming heard a soft gasp nearby; it seemed to be Qiu Yuan's voice. Suddenly, a torrent of True Qi surged from his back directly into his Dantian.
This True Qi acted like a spark igniting explosives; once it entered his energy sea, Sikong Ming felt an overwhelming force erupting continuously from within his Dantian.
It was cold—very cold—as if the breath within him could freeze everything in existence. This chill erupted ceaselessly around Sikong Ming, forming a storm of ice-like currents.
Well then, if fate dictated this outcome, what more was there to think about? Sikong Ming resolved himself; surprisingly, his spirit became unexpectedly focused. He concentrated deeply and followed his instincts to channel all his strength toward that mass of dark energy in the air.
In truth, due to his intense focus, he barely remembered the specifics of what happened next. All he felt was that evil door continuously absorbing energy from within him as if it would not stop until he was completely drained. Yet somehow there was an endless supply of energy within him; no matter how much he used, it never seemed to diminish. Every inch of his skin felt as if it would freeze solid.
In a haze of consciousness, he heard his grandfather and father’s anxious voices calling out: "Amin! It's alright! Amin! Focus on your Dantian; suppress it... Amin..."
In a daze, he focused intently and realized that the outline of the indistinct black door had vanished completely. What was that thing? Had it been achieved?
Yet, the icy power continuously pouring out from within his body could no longer be suppressed.
Sikong Ming felt as if his body was about to explode from the inside out; the cold and pain had long since turned to numbness. His vision began to whiten gradually, as if snowflakes were swirling all around him.
Perhaps this is what it feels like when life reaches its end.
Just as he thought to take a long, deep breath, believing that the suffering was finally coming to an end, suddenly, a body as hot as fire tightly embraced him from behind.
In his ears, he heard a hurried yet gentle and melodious voice.
“Sikong, hold on to your Dantian. You can control it; you won’t die. Don’t give up!”
It was Qiu Yuan’s voice. From the moment he had met him, his voice had always carried a slight chill, yet it never made one feel even a hint of coldness.
“Sikong, you can’t do this; it’s not like you. There are still things we need to do together. Don’t you remember?”
As he spoke, a fiery internal energy suddenly enveloped them from where their bodies connected.
Several people nearby gasped in unison.
Among them, a deep and pleasant male voice shouted, “Qiu, stop! Your internal energy is insufficient; this will only lead to your death!”
However, the blazing internal energy did not weaken; instead, it surged fiercely, wrapping around them more tightly.
“Let go of me…” Sikong Ming managed to utter with great effort.
But Nie Qiuyuan’s arms showed no sign of loosening.
“Sikong, focus your energy! Do you want to kill me?”
Sikong Ming's unclear mind was jolted as Qiu Yuan, tightly wrapping his arms around himself, poured all his strength into the embrace. There was no hesitation, no wavering; the will to share life and death surged through him, continuously transmitting warmth into his body.
Perhaps when danger truly strikes, people instinctively do things that are hard to understand. Having known Qiu Yuan for over two years, Sikong Ming recognized that despite Qiu Yuan's youth, his intelligence and clarity of thought far surpassed his age. Could he not realize that no matter how hard he tried, he could not withstand the cold demon within him? No matter how desperately he fought, death was inevitable?
Yet it seemed Qiu Yuan did not consider any of this. Or perhaps he knew but could not let go; he simply could not do it.
A warm sensation emerged suddenly from deep within his chest, a warmth that had gradually become unfamiliar since childhood, slowly spreading outward.
Sikong Ming steadied his mind, and his vision gradually cleared. The icy storm raging within him continued its havoc, but in his eyes, everything seemed to suddenly slow down and freeze. Nie Qiuyuan's face appeared before him; though it was merely the slightly cold visage of a youth, it radiated warmth and beauty like that of a Divine Child. Qiu Yuan pressed his lips together firmly, his gaze resolute—a look of unwavering determination.
"Goodbye, Qiu Yuan," Sikong Ming said to him in his heart. "Thank you; it has been wonderful to meet you."
Sikong Ming had initially intended to sever his own meridians to prevent Nie Qiuyuan from following him to death in vain. However, before he could act, an incredibly powerful internal force surged into his body.
At the same time, the internal energy transmitted from Nie Qiuyuan's body suddenly multiplied several times over. The sensation sent Sikong Ming's insides into a chaotic turmoil. He felt a wave of metallic sweetness rise in his throat; his heart nearly stopped beating.
Then Sikong Ming lost consciousness.
When he awoke in surprise to find himself still alive, everything had already ended. Yes, someone had indeed died, but it was neither him nor Qiu Yuan. Upon waking, he discovered that Snowfall Villa was in mourning. The last casualties of this battle were Sikong Yan, the master of Snowfall Villa, and Dark One, the former leader of Mirror Gate.
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