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“My name is Mu Shuiqi,” she said with a slight smile. “May I know yours?”
“I am Yi Yao, steward of the Ice Tomb.”
“And him?” She turned her smiling gaze toward Bingyou. At that moment, he stood some distance away, tall and poised, as though none of this concerned him.
“This is our Lord of the Tomb, the Ice God who governs all of Mystic Realm (Xuan Realm)—the Ice King, Bingyou.” Yi Yao’s expression suddenly became solemn.
His name was Bingyou—cold and fathomless, just as it sounded.
“What is the Ice Tomb? Is it a city or a country?” she asked curiously.
Yi Yao shook his head and sighed. “It’s as if you truly came from another world. Even an ordinary mortal in Mystic Realm would know of the Ice Tomb. And as for our Lord, the Ice King Bingyou—his name is known by all, without exception.”
Oh. So that beautiful man, Bingyou, was actually a great figure in Mystic Realm. He was the Ice God—no wonder everything around his domain was frozen.
Stinky leaned close to her ear and explained, “The Ice Tomb is where monsters go after death. In Mystic Realm, those two words strike fear into everyone’s heart. The Lord himself almost never shows his face before mortals. Today, I was only able to see him thanks to you, Master!”
“Ah, so Bingyou is the King of Hell!” she blurted out. “So young and handsome, yet he’s actually a King of Hell.”
The others didn’t understand what “King of Hell” meant, but hearing the shock and pity in her tone, they assumed it wasn’t a good title.
Bingyou, however, showed no displeasure. His expression remained as calm as drifting clouds.
She was now certain—she had crossed into this realm called Mystic Realm (Xuan Realm), a world entirely separate from her modern society. Here, gods, monsters, and mortals all coexisted.
Yi Yao said he hadn’t seen Cui Mengmeng, which likely meant that only she herself had crossed over.
No matter what, she had to find a way to leave Mystic Realm and return to her own world. At least now she had Stinky as her little helper—it would save her quite a bit of effort.
Since she had crossed over through the Purple Lake on Holy Snow Mountain, and Yi Yao called it Zishang Lake, that was the place she needed to return to.
While she was lost in thought, Yi Yao had already followed Bingyou far ahead. They were heading toward the Ice Tomb.
On the vast grassland, their figures grew smaller and smaller as they walked away.
Bingyou’s purple robe sleeves fluttered in the wind, graceful and ethereal. His long hair, white with a faint glacial-blue sheen, shimmered in the breeze. Bathed in the rays of the rising sun, his silhouette exuded an even stronger aura of desolate majesty.
Even his back was breathtaking. She had never seen anyone so striking, his aura so otherworldly, that even a glimpse of his silhouette could stir one’s heart.
Yes, this must be the legendary beauty of a god.
Too bad his “profession” hardly matched his divine looks.
“Master, where are we going?” Stinky asked.
“Stinky, your world is called Mystic Realm, right? You’re sure there’s no such city as Yicheng?”
Stinky tilted his head. “I’ve wandered since I was little, making friends from all corners of the land. I’ve never once heard of a place called Yicheng.”
“If Yicheng doesn’t exist here, then I’ll just go back to Zishang Lake.” Her stomach growled loudly—it had been far too long since her last meal, and she was utterly drained. “Quick, transform and fly me to the lake.”
Stinky flipped in the air, spreading his wings helplessly. “I’m starving too. I haven’t eaten in a month. I haven’t tasted a spirit beast in a whole year, so my spiritual power is weak. I barely survived after being badly wounded earlier—right now I don’t even have the strength to transform.”
The last spirit beast he had eaten was a feeble old mouse demon. He had waited nearby until the creature reached the end of its natural life. His previous meal, he recalled, had been some leftover food stolen from a mortal’s restaurant kitchen.
“You haven’t eaten in so long… yet when you wanted to eat me, you seemed plenty strong enough to transform!”
Stinky covered his mouth with one wing and chuckled. “That was just a bluff to scare you into submission. Honestly, I was already using up every bit of strength I had left. If I didn’t eat soon, I would’ve starved to death.”
“Ugh…” She clenched her fists, itching to give him a beating.
Stinky quickly covered his head. “Master, don’t be angry! I’ll go pick some fruit for you to eat, and I’ll accompany you on foot to Zishang Lake.”