Chapter 272: She Had No Name, And Why? 【 Foreshadowing 】
After that night, Xie Yanning returned to the Upper Realm, and Ming Zhaoshuang returned to the Ming Family.
She did not cause any more trouble. Instead, she cultivated diligently and endured heavenly thunder, striving to make her Lightning Spiritual Root as powerful as her Ice Spirit Root as soon as possible.
Thus, more than half a year passed.
New snow arrived again, a thin layer covering the black eaves of the Ming Family. Ming Zhaoshuang’s fingertips moved with spiritual flow, and she flicked away Ming Cangzhu’s spirit tool with a sword.
Ming Cangzhu smiled helplessly: “I say, Shuang’er, why don’t you find someone else to spar with? You’ve been bothering me for the past six months for no reason.”
【 Not even willing to have a match… As expected, only a biological father would be so perfunctory…】
Before Ming Zhaoshuang could say anything, a voice emerged in her heart.
This voice was the seed planted by the Heavenly Dao, which had now begun to take root and sprout.
It could only be said that she both resented and loved the mysterious system back then, but she truly detested this nagging seed and wished she could slap it twice.
It only had this much capability, constantly speaking nonsense and trying to sow discord between her and her father.
As if! She knew perfectly well how the couple Ming Cangzhu and Jiang Yuejian treated her. Did she need this idiot constantly bossing her around in her mind?
Ming Zhaoshuang wiped the sweat from her forehead: “Father, you have a point. I won’t bother you anymore.”
Since their parting in the Demon Realm, Ming Chenxing had left the Ming Family and headed to the Setting Sun Mountain Range.
As a result, for the past six months, whenever Ming Zhaoshuang had free time, she sought out Ming Cangzhu for sparring. She had gone from being unable to defeat him to suppressing him in their matches, much to the disgrace of Patriarch Ming Cangzhu.
Ming Cangzhu had only been speaking casually, not expecting his precious daughter to actually stop bothering him. He immediately panicked.
“Shuang’er, Father was just kidding. Don’t take it seriously. You must spar with Father! Who in the entire Ming Family has higher cultivation than your father? Your father is the Patriarch of the Ming Family!”
Seeing his reaction, Ming Zhaoshuang couldn’t help but smile: “Father, I’m going out to explore.”
Ming Cangzhu recalled her previous excursion to the Demon Realm and became anxious again: “Where are you going to explore? There are basically no opponents for you in this entire Lower Realm. Just stay put and wait for the Lower Realm Grand Competition. Father believes you’ll definitely be accepted into the Sword Sect!”
【 Hahaha… What’s your level… You think you’re worthy of being accepted into the Sword Sect…】
Ming Zhaoshuang already had a goal in mind and said, “I won’t go to the Sword Sect.”
Ming Cangzhu said: “Shuang’er can go anywhere, just, just don’t cause any more trouble. How long have you spent with your mother? If Yuejian knew you were going out to explore again, her tears would probably start falling like raindrops again.”
“At least let me celebrate my birthday.”
Ming Zhaoshuang smiled: “First, let me celebrate my birthday, then the new year, and then the Lantern Festival. That way, I won’t be able to go explore even if I want to. Father, your little thoughts are so obvious, do I even need to say it?”
Ming Cangzhu: “This… well… Father is just worried about you.”
Heaven forbid, he had finally waited for his daughter’s soul to return, only to have to part with her before he could enjoy much happiness.
*Sniffle* I don’t want to be separated.
Ming Zhaoshuang turned her head and said, “Father, I’ll be back before the Lower Realm Grand Competition. You don’t need to worry.”
【 What place is Youdu Mountain… A place where yin and yang meet… You think you’re worthy of exploring…】
With that said, Ming Zhaoshuang retracted Fushuang and left Ming Cangzhu’s sight.
Ming Cangzhu’s shouts echoed from behind her. Ming Zhaoshuang didn’t look back and headed directly into a mountain forest.
She still wasn’t entirely accustomed to partings.
It was alright facing Ming Cangzhu, but if she had to face Jiang Yuejian, the moment tears fell, she would lose all her resolve and wouldn’t be able to firmly decide to go to the Ghost Realm.
According to Bai Bai, Feng He’s divine soul had stabilized. She only needed Yellow Springs Water to replenish her soul power, and she would be able to awaken again.
The Cultivation World’s 《 Shan Hai Zhi 》 records, “Within the Northern Sea, there is a mountain named Youdu Mountain, from which black water flows.” This black water refers to Yellow Springs Water, which is the supreme treasure Ming Zhaoshuang needed to find for the System to replenish soul power.
Therefore, after learning that Feng He’s divine soul had stabilized, Ming Zhaoshuang had already decided to venture to Youdu Mountain in the Ghost Realm.
The Mountain River Brush appeared, and golden patterns surfaced;
The Teleportation Array opened, and spiritual flow overflowed.
When Ming Zhaoshuang opened her eyes again, the surroundings were gloomy and dark, filled with tearing cries. The ethereal sound of water unhurriedly lapped against the murky black riverbanks, with no wind or color, sending shivers down her spine.
Before her was a massive white stone.
The stone was about ten zhang long and six feet wide. The center was etched with a ‘Poignant Soul Rune’ personally drawn by Nuwa, the Dragon Clan Leader, while the sides bore two divine patterns born from the creation of heaven and earth. The entire stone emanated a faintly glowing spiritual flow, seemingly covered with some unfamiliar text.
And at the very top of the white stone were two crimson hues.
“Feng He”
“Ao Tian”
The names of these two individuals, after tens of thousands of years, still stood tall at the pinnacle of the Underworld and at the pinnacle of the entire Thirty-Six Heavens.
Clearly, this was the landmark of the Underworld – the Three Lives Stone.
Below the Three Lives Stone was the River of Forgetfulness, upon which floated countless wronged souls, weeping countless sorrows. Just standing on the riverbank, Ming Zhaoshuang felt an intense chill.
She took a shallow breath, thinking that she was indeed correct. Wei Shuo’s Teleportation Array was drawn next to the Three Lives Stone, so she only needed to travel along the River of Forgetfulness to find Youdu Mountain in the Ghost Realm.
However, the environment of the Ghost Realm was truly not good; it was dark and chilling.
【 The Ghost Realm is not a place for you. Go back.】
Ming Zhaoshuang extended her hand and injected spiritual power into the Three Lives Stone, wanting to see her past and future lives, her destined red thread of love.
As she expected, her name was not on the Three Lives Stone.
She had no past or future life.
She had no destined red thread of love.
This was illogical. She was clearly the child of Zhen Hanliu and Ming Cangsheng. Even after twenty-odd years in modern times, it was impossible for her name not to be there.
Feng He had no name because she originally came from modern times;
Ao Tian had no name because he was a creation of heaven and earth.
Then why did she have no name?
【 Isn’t it because you’re just someone abandoned by heaven and earth? You shouldn’t have appeared in this world in the first place…】
Ming Zhaoshuang thought, then used her spiritual power to search for Ming Zhaoxue’s name on the Three Lives Stone. Before long, a golden character indeed appeared before her.
“Ming Zhaoxue”
Several red threads entwined upon it, constantly spreading until they reached Ming Zhaoshuang’s fingertips and wrapped around her left wrist.
Ming Zhaoshuang lifted her sleeve. Ming Zhaoxue was sleeping soundly on her left arm, his majestic scales appearing exceptionally lustrous and colorful in the extremely dim environment of the Ghost Realm.
Wrong! This red thread wasn’t wrapping around Ming Zhaoxue!
It was wrapping around her!
