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On the way back, many Tibetan people joyfully sang Tibetan songs, their voices echoing through the lofty mountains of the plateau. Jiang Chen did not follow the old man back; instead, he decided to spend the night at the Lama Temple. The old man said nothing more, and the two parted ways. Jiang Chen crossed a small river and walked towards the Lama Temple under the last rays of the setting sun.
"That kid actually went to stay at the temple; he's quite clever. Otherwise, he would have frozen tonight," Qian Wenwu remarked with a laugh as he spotted Jiang Chen. Xiong Sumei looked at Jiang Chen, feeling a strange sensation in her heart.
"Su Mei, let's go. Don't worry about that kid," Chen Shuifeng urged as he pulled Xiong Sumei away.
As night fell, darkness enveloped the plateau, and a bright moon hung in the night sky, casting a silvery glow. Jiang Chen did not enter the Lama Temple; instead, he stood atop the sacred mountain, his feet on the snow, leaving no trace as he quietly gazed into the distance.
The pilgrims, wielding flashlights, created a dazzling sight in the dark like a long dragon winding along the mountain path, growing ever more distant. "In this world of suffering and death, who can escape? Well, even if I see them, I cannot turn a blind eye," Jiang Chen murmured to himself before retracting his gaze to look at the snowy peak of the sacred mountain.
In the darkness atop the sacred mountain, apart from the howling cold wind, there was only snow covering the ground. Of course, that was all a mortal could see; for Jiang Chen, there was much more to behold.
"Come out; let's talk," Jiang Chen suddenly spoke, his voice soft yet possessing a power that could penetrate everything. After a moment of silence, a deep voice emerged from within the mountain.
"Are you speaking to me?"
"Who else would I be speaking to? Are there others here?" Jiang Chen replied with a faint smile. The voice hesitated for a moment but eventually said, "It has been many years since anyone spoke to me. Wait a moment; I will come out to see you."
That moment turned into what felt like an eternity. After a strange wind swirled up a pile of snow into the air, a hazy figure appeared before Jiang Chen.
It was a woman dressed in a Flowing Cloud Fairy Dress. Bathed in soft moonlight, she appeared somewhat pale and forlorn; however, her beauty was extraordinary—no woman on Earth could compare to her. Even Lin Yin, Jiang Luyi, and Ye Ming could not hold a candle to her grace.
This was perhaps the distinction between celestial beings and mortals or rather between cultivators and ordinary people. At this moment, Jiang Chen was not focused on her beauty but rather on her origins. Perhaps this woman was related to the Mountain and Sea Secret Realm or even connected to the Kunlun Divine Mirror. In that illusion within Kunlun Divine Realm, there had been a woman whom Jiang Chen had seen before; although he had not glimpsed her true form, he remembered her attire closely resembling that of this woman before him.
The styles of clothing here are more varied than those on Earth. Just as people on Earth dislike wearing the same outfit as others, so do the inhabitants of this world.
The woman within the Kunlun Divine Mirror, dressed in attire identical to that of the woman before him, indicates that they both hail from the same place, practitioners of the same sect. It is understandable that their clothing would be similar within the same celestial abode.
What a truly marvelous world this is, Jiang Chen thought to himself, his gaze fixed intently on the ethereal woman before him, a warm smile spreading across his face.
"I never expected to encounter a true celestial being here on Earth. May I ask from which celestial abode you come?" Jiang Chen said with a cheerful tone.
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