Chapter 5 — Thousand Tribulations Without Return

In just a moment, on the glass surface sparkling with light, a familiar figure appeared: Lac Quan's gentle face, still a gentle look, still a quiet smile like the bright moon in the lake bed. Canh Hac's eyes softened, his heart seemed to fall out of an abyss, a long stream of breath escaped his chest, he was just about to breathe a sigh of relief... But - The Tracing Glass suddenly shook, the perspective shifted. An image like a cold blade stabbed straight into his eyes - In the dim light, a graceful woman stood under the canopy of a peach tree, her face tilted, her belly clearly protruding. Right next to him, a man wearing a white shirt, bent down slightly, his eyes were gentle, his smile was as gentle as spring rain: "My lady... in two more months, our child will be born." Oh! Canh Hac gave a strong palm, the Thien Co Tracing Mirror shook violently, the spirit pattern on the glass surface shattered like lightning. His eyes were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse, as if there was thunder hidden in his throat: "Fake! Everything is fake! My Lac Quan... how could I be pregnant!?" He turned around, his eyes like knives, scanning straight to Tu Menh Tien Quan who was trembling and kneeling on the ground, grabbed his collar, lifted him off the ground with one hand, his voice roared like the might of heaven: "How do you manage Tu Menh Palace!? Even the Searching Glass is broken and you don't know it!?" Tu Menh Tien Quan was strangled, his face gradually turned purple, he had difficulty breathing, his hoarse voice trembled: "The Emperor... The Emperor... The Tracing Mirror... just finished checking yesterday, there is absolutely no damage..." Next to him, several immortal mandarins knelt down, so scared that they did not dare to breathe loudly, but seeing Tu Menh Tien Quan's face about to suffocate, someone finally trembled and advised: "The Emperor... please... please calm down... The Tracing Mirror is originally an ancient holy weapon. Using the power of heaven as a guide, how could it be damaged... Maybe... we should look again, maybe we recognized the wrong person..." Hearing that, Canh Hac took a deep breath, then let go, violently throwing Tu Menh Tien Quan to the ground, the sound of jade armor colliding, he gritted his teeth and roared lowly: "If you dare to look wrong again, I will curse your nine clans!" Her eyes were as red as blood, her breath was as cold as the Nine Nether ice layer: "That can't be my Imperial Concubine... my Lac Quan... how... could she be pregnant with someone else!?" Next to him, a little fairy who didn't understand what was going on, hesitantly spoke, her voice as soft as a mosquito's: "But... Emperor... before... didn't you bring back Than Lien Tu Conception? Logically, by this time the Emperor Princess... should also... be pregnant..." The fairy officials and fairy swans standing nearby all had puzzled faces, but seeing Canh Hac's cold murderous aura at this time, no one dared to say a word. Canh Hac took a deep breath, his eyes were as dark as a bottomless abyss, suddenly his anger rose even higher, his voice was deep and hoarse, resounding like thunder: "What more are you talking about!? That's my Imperial Concubine, how can I not recognize her!?" Tu Menh Tien Quan trembled, used his eyes to warn around, signaled the immortal mandarins to be quiet, then carefully opened the Thien Thong Technique and activated the Searching Glass again. It took a long time for the glass surface to gradually show a strip of light, and finally... a clear image appeared. In the dim light, a familiar, gentle smile appeared like a dream, still the same snow-white fairy-like appearance from the day they parted. At that moment, Canh Hac's eyes seemed to have waves Rippled, his breath caught, his cold face finally relaxed a little. The fairies only saw, the tall and noble Emperor looked blankly at the mirror, one trembling hand gently caressing the contours of her face in the radiant light, his voice whispering as if carrying all his life: "Lac Quan... Lac Quan... thank heaven and earth, you are safe..." But - The screen suddenly changed scene. In the next moment, the scene in the Looking Glass was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart. The graceful woman in the mirror — Lac Quan, standing on Tru Tien Dai. The light around her was unusually bright, red runes appeared in each line, the whole great array was operating, Tru Tien's aura radiated, so bright that it blinded the human eye. Canh Hac's face suddenly stiffened, his soul seemed to be pushed into a ten thousand feet abyss. In the blink of an eye, his breathing became heavy and his heart felt like it was being torn into a million pieces. “That's not right… Why… is the Emperor in Tru Tien Dai!?” He shouted loudly, the sound was like tearing the sky: "Hurry! Hurry! Stop her!" However, Tu Menh Tien Quan stood in front of everyone. Before Canh Hac's fiery red gaze, he trembled and opened his mouth: "Di... Di Quan... this... is the scene from three months ago."

“…” In that moment, Canh Hac's eyes widened, full of disbelief, his eyes seemed to fall into the abyss. He lowered his head to look into the mirror, the spiritual light reflected in his pupils, as if penetrating his soul. But before he could breathe, the image in the mirror lit up, the light destroying his pupils.

Only saw Lac Quan - standing alone in the battle of Tru Tien. Around her, the killing array started up, ancient talismans rotated, spiritual energy turned into invisible blades, blow after blow... cutting her immortal body. Canh Hac suddenly knelt down, his trembling hand pressed against the glass, his hoarse voice seemed to tear from his throat: "No...! Impossible! Lac Quan! Don't... don't go!" He tried to reach out, wanting to grab the figure in the glass, but what he touched was just ice-cold, smooth glass, without a single gap. Outside the battle, the killing wind Tru Tien roared, sweeping thousands of miles of cold air. Canh Hac's eyes trembled, watching each sword strike of spiritual light pierce Lac Quan's body, the immortal blood shot into bright red flowers, and each piece of ivory-white immortal bone was pulled out piece by piece by the force of the array. He felt like his heart was slowly being torn apart by each cold blade, each drop of blood carrying a broken heart. He couldn't breathe, couldn't scream, only a gut-wrenching scream echoed throughout the palace: "LAC QUAN!!" How… how could it be her? His Imperial Concubine... was clearly afraid of pain! In the Looking Glass, that slender figure was being stripped of tendons and bones little by little, the killing lights like cold blades tore into her fairy body, but she... did not frown once. That cruel scene, even the most resilient fairy soldier in the fairy world could not stand it, let alone... his Lac Quan - the woman he held in the palm of his hand, loved to the core. However, in her eyes... there was no pain, no despair, but... a moment of liberation. Suddenly, a fairy voice rang out, like a cold lightning strike on Canh Hac's head: "Bam De Quan... the fairy soldiers patrolling near Tru Tien Dai just sent a message... indeed found the Emperor's belongings next to Tru Tien Dai..." "Boom!" Head Canh Hac exploded as if hit by a hammer, his chest tightened to the point of suffocation. He rushed forward, grabbed the Hunting Glass tightly, and slammed his palm down on the glass! Crack! The spiritual mirror broke into pieces, but, on those broken glass pieces, the image had not disappeared - It was still her... his Lac Quan, in the light of Tru Tien Dai, washing away the immortal body, erasing memories, step by step... pushed out of the fairy.

“NO!!!” Lung-shattering screams echoed throughout the heavenly palace. Canh Hac frantically punched the spirit mirror with each punch, blood splattered from his knuckles, broken pieces of jade cut into his flesh, but he felt absolutely no pain. It wasn't until the Tracing Glass turned into dust that he trembled and panted, sweat and blood staining his robe.

Tu Menh Tien Quan saw this and couldn't bear to be saddened by the broken holy weapon. He quickly shouted: "Where are you? Quickly spread the medicine! The Emperor is too seriously injured!" But Canh Hac didn't hear anything. He was like a puddle of cold mud, falling to the ground, his hands crushed to the point where flesh and blood were mixed together, even revealing ivory-white bones. His ears were ringing, the sound of the wind, the sound of footsteps, the frightened cries of the immortals... all turned into nothingness. There was only one question left in my mind: "Apparently the day I sent her away, she was still smiling... why... why... just once she turned her head, she chose... Tru Tien Dai?"