Chapter 1019 - 372: Luo Qinglian, Primordial Heaven Opening Strategy

He seemed to have grasped the last straw of salvation.

His voice was distorted with excitement, filled with reckless madness.

Luo Qinglian’s ice-blue eyes gently shifted.

Her gaze fell on Xiao Liu’s young face, twisted with despair.

On that exquisitely beautiful face, an extremely rare and faint smile appeared.

"Kill him?"

Her voice remained calm, yet carried a hint of almost pitying rebuttal, "Xiao Liu, tell me, a being that can, with Tier Three power, battle against the Divine True Body of Tier Four... what do you have to kill him?"

"I..."

Xiao Liu’s roar suddenly stopped, as if a rooster’s neck had been seized.

The fiery madness in him was instantly extinguished by this plain question.

The color drained from his face, leaving only pallor and bewilderment.

Indeed...

What to use to kill?

The terrifying sight of stars falling from the skies, annihilating Gods, had long been spread through videos among the Federation’s top ranks.

He, Xiao Liu, although he was Tier Four.

Although he was a top power from the Luo Family.

But in the face of such power, he still was far from being a match.

Luo Qinglian watched Xiao Liu fall into immediate despair, as if all his bones had been removed.

The trace of cold pity in her eyes seemed to deepen.

She gracefully moved and silently approached Xiao Liu.

Extended her flawless hand.

Gently placed it on his sweat-drenched head.

The touch was icy.

A gentle yet irresistible force was transmitted.

It forcibly calmed Xiao Liu’s violently trembling body.

"Xiao Liu..."

Luo Qinglian’s voice carried for the first time an imperceptible softness.

Like a warm spring flowing from the depths of ice.

Gently flowing across Xiao Liu’s mind, which was teetering on the edge of collapse.

"I, the ancestor... am actually not afraid of dying."

Xiao Liu’s body jolted, looking up in disbelief.

With tearful eyes, he gazed at the face so near to him, beautiful beyond earthly measure.

In the deep of Luo Qinglian’s ice-blue eyes.

The eternal indifference seemed to crack, ever so slightly.

Revealing a trace of weariness.

"What I fear is..." her voice was light, as if she feared disturbing something, "after I die, there will be no one to protect the Human Race, which is on the verge of collapse."

"Old Man Hong Qitian can’t do it."

She shook her head slightly, her black waterfall-like hair flowing over her shoulder.

"He has only one strike left, and it can’t kill everyone."

"His son Hong Qitian can’t do it either."

"That old man Hong Qitian, when naming his son, who knows if he was in a fit of foolishness, insisted on giving him a ’Qi’ name, and because of that character, his son Hong Qitian has been stuck at that final step for years? Just a hint away, still just a hint away. Standing high and proud, yet ultimately not reaching Heaven."

"So, I used to think I couldn’t die."

Luo Qinglian’s voice lowered.

"The Luo Family of Azure Waves needs me, and so does this Human Race mountain river, precariously hanging by a thread."

"But now..."

Her ice-blue eyes refocused on Xiao Liu’s tear-stained face.

From the crevice deep in those eyes, something seemed to be settling, turning into an unconditional calmness.

"It’s different."

"Fang Qingyu..."

Luo Qinglian uttered the name with an unusual certainty in her tone.

"He is the next generation’s first in the Human World. And he will go higher, farther than Hong Family father and son. High enough to support this Heaven and cut those chains, creating a truly bright future for posterity."

As she spoke, she patted the hand on Xiao Liu’s head.

"So, I have to keep my promise."

Luo Qinglian smiled, eyes filled with resignation, "To die for Old Man Hong, so that his final strike can be reserved for Fang Qingyu, understand?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Liu’s body trembled, and he looked up suddenly.

Tears flowed like beads strung out of a broken thread.

From his throat, an uncontrollable sobbing escaped: "Ancestor! No... don’t...."

Luo Qinglian stopped his incoherent pleas.

Her ice-blue eyes stared straight at him, the gaze becoming more tender: "You can rest assured, after my death, Old Man Hong won’t do anything to our Luo Family, at least not before he dies."

Her voice paused slightly, as if she thought of something, she added, "But for the sake of caution, for our Luo Family to continue in this chaotic world... Xiao Liu, you must remember."

Luo Qinglian leaned down, her exquisitely beautiful face approaching Xiao Liu.

Her ice-blue eyes like deep cold stars, firmly locked on his grief-stricken gaze: "Let go of all your pride and hostility. Make a good relationship with Fang Qingyu. Lower yourself, show sincerity. The Luo Family’s future needs this friendship. You must not offend him at all, do you understand?"

Like last words in preparation for departure, Xiao Liu could no longer suppress himself.

His forehead heavily struck the cold, biting ice ground, with a "thud" producing a muffled sound.

His body curled up, shaking violently.

Choked sobs squeezed out from the depths of his throat:

"Yes... Ancestor! Xiao Liu... follows the ancestor’s command!!!"

Tears spread a dark stain on the mirror-like smooth ice surface.

Luo Qinglian quietly watched the junior weeping on the ground, the faint smile on her flawless face finally disappeared completely, leaving only the calmness of millennial ice and a touch of solitude understood by none.

She slowly straightened up, her water-blue robe swaying without wind.

The figure once again became shrouded in hazy light.

As if she was about to merge back into that eternal azure pool.

...

Outside the Arctic Great Wall Defense Line.

At the edge of the Ice Sea.

The cold wind, like countless cold razors, madly cutting every inch of exposed skin in the air.