Chapter Forty-Two: You Truly Do Not Remember?

“Just now, Master Li Xian…”
On the jade-cold bed, Feng Shang furrowed his brow in recollection. The thought of that enigmatic woman in white, who sealed his ability to manipulate the void with a single gesture, left him unsettled; even the breath of creation refused his summons.
In that instant, he was truly isolated and helpless.
Feng Shang experienced the proximity of death with a rare intensity. Though, thanks to Da Jiuxing’s aid, his soul dwelled within the hidden crystal, making threats to his life exceedingly rare, in the presence of Master Li Xian, he could not help but tremble.
“You’ve been unconscious for three days,” Bai Xia Tian reminded him, chin propped on her hands.
“Three days?”
Feng Shang was astonished, then shocked. “That long? Could it be my soul was injured?”
“Your soul is unharmed.”
A deep voice abruptly resonated within the Eternal Snow Palace, causing Bai Xia Tian to look around in alarm. “Who? Who’s speaking here?”
“It’s me.”
Qing E stepped out from Feng Shang’s arms—a half-meter tall creature shrouded in azure energy, its four hooves gleaming, and its clear emerald eyes flickering with the birth and death of stars and sacred symbols. Its aura was fiercely domineering.
“You?”
Bai Xia Tian was curious—where had this little creature come from?
She noticed Qing E was green from head to toe, remarkably “beautiful.” Her eyes sparkled, a girlish delight blooming within, and she exclaimed a phrase that sent everyone’s souls reeling:
“What an adorable little thing!”
Qing E frowned. It was the first time he’d received such an assessment—he, a dignified Divine Script Spirit, one of the most fearsome races in the universe, the Celestial E, was called cute by a young girl. His expression turned somewhat sour.
Feng Shang eyed Bai Xia Tian oddly. What kind of taste was this?
Bai Xia Tian blinked, her eyes shining. She saw nothing amiss in her opinion; compared to the monotonous flowers of the sea of blossoms, this miniature Script Spirit was utterly unique—fresh and intriguing.
Moreover, she had only recently been born, possessed a limited vocabulary and little ink, so a simple “cute” was not strange.
Qing E withdrew his gaze, squinting toward the palace entrance. A graceful, breathtaking figure danced lightly, as if stepping on clouds. Even before she entered, a clear, playful, and gentle voice echoed within:
“Feng Shang has awakened.”
The Dance Divine Lord cradled the little Lily, her jet-black hair cascading over pale shoulders, eyes bright and cunning. Her smile revealed pearly teeth, accentuating her snow-white skin—she was captivating.
“Master Li Xian’s divine charm is unmatched. You were so close to her, young lord—surely you were moved?” The Dance Divine Lord teased, smiling broadly.

Feng Shang’s expression shifted slightly.
That face was indeed flawless, but he had nearly failed to survive it; Master Li Xian’s sudden gesture still lingered vividly in his memory.
He shook his head, then caught sight of the little creature in the Dance Divine Lord’s arms. Feng Shang raised his eyebrows in surprise, “It’s you, little one.”
“Hmph.”
The little Lily, having been tormented previously, snorted at him, her childish eyes glaring with annoyance.
“A grudging little thing.”
Feng Shang scoffed.
So you’ve latched onto the Dance Divine Lord’s thigh and act high and mighty, turning your back on me.
He remembered how, once tethered to his ear, she had been pitiful, lost and helpless.
Dance Divine Lord smiled slightly, turned to Qing E, and bowed. “Greetings, friend. If I am not mistaken, you must be the sixth son of the ancestral Celestial E, Azure Celestial E.”
At her words, Feng Shang uttered a surprised sound.
He knew some of Qing E’s background: the Celestial E were the most violent and domineering of the four peak ferocious races in the universe.
Celestial E embodied destruction; wherever they went, disaster followed.
The Dance Divine Lord implied that Azure Celestial E was merely the sixth son—if the sixth son was so powerful, what of the ancestral Celestial E?
And before Azure Celestial E, were there five more unruly brothers?
Feng Shang’s thoughts raced.
Qing E replied in a deep voice, “I am now but a Script Spirit. The past lies in the dust—I remember little of it.”
Dance Divine Lord nodded understandingly. “They say Azure Celestial E is violent and domineering, swallowing the stars, but today, you do not seem as rumored.”
“I am no longer the wild Azure Celestial E who rampaged through the domains. I am merely a spirit dwelling in the script.” Qing E’s words were tinged with weariness and heaviness.
Dance Divine Lord did not press further.
Bai Xia Tian, chin in hand, her dark eyes darted back and forth between Dance Divine Lord and Qing E, full of wonder. Judging by their words, Qing E was of equal standing to Dance Divine Lord?
“How is your recovery, young lord?”
Dance Divine Lord adopted a serious tone; she had matters to ask Feng Shang. What had happened beneath Ancient Immortal Peak was unfathomable, and that prophecy weighed heavily on her mind.

“It’s alright, except this cold bed is hard as stone, barely comfortable,” Feng Shang grumbled, knocking on the bed. The chill gathered around, making it even colder.
Bai Xia Tian grew angry, glaring at him, leaving Feng Shang perplexed—had he said anything wrong?
“That day, when you and Master Li Xian locked eyes, do you remember what she said?” Dance Divine Lord cut to the heart of the matter, her gaze hopeful, looking at Feng Shang.
“Did she say anything?”
Feng Shang was confused, his brow furrowed.
“How can you not remember?” Dance Divine Lord was startled. In her view, Master Li Xian had revealed herself through the grand forces of heaven and earth, painstakingly orchestrating the moment. Feng Shang, as the one involved, could not possibly forget.
“She spoke?”
Feng Shang was surprised by Dance Divine Lord’s seriousness. He tried to recall, but had no clear impression—only remembering Master Li Xian approaching step by step, touching his brow with a finger, and then splitting pain and unconsciousness followed.
“Think again. She said, ‘Born from death…’”
Dance Divine Lord, seeing Feng Shang’s expression was not evasive, attempted to guide him toward recalling the prophecy, for even Yu Dao had come to sever the heavenly secret, showing its immense importance.
“I still don’t remember—not at all.”
Feng Shang shook his head, rubbing his forehead.
Dance Divine Lord was reluctant, about to speak again, but Qing E stopped her. “Enough. Shang has just awakened and needs to rest. The Nine Lords dote on him dearly; I hope when I return, I see a lively Shang.”
Dance Divine Lord frowned and hesitated for a moment. “Very well, young lord, rest well.”
Bai Xia Tian glared at Feng Shang, still angry, leaving with Dance Divine Lord. Feng Shang was bewildered—was there anything wrong with saying the bed was hard?
After the two left, Qing E could not help but ask, “You truly do not remember what Master Li Xian said to you?”
“Uncle E, why do you ask as well?”
Feng Shang was curious. “What was it that makes both Dance Divine Lord and you so concerned? I fainted—didn’t you hear anything?”
“I only recall six words: ‘Born from death, remember well.’ I heard it clearly at first, but then the rules of Yu Dao descended, erasing the crucial part.” Qing E’s expression was grave.
The heavenly secrets of the universe have always been mysterious; few have ever truly understood them. Even the saints of the starry sky cannot fully foresee the momentous events to come.
Those supreme beings, despite their peerless cultivation, can only sense the direction of fate in the depths of the unknown…