Chapter 362: and translation of chapter title

Desolate, devoid of life, a barren expanse on the far side of the moon, yet there lay a palace.

When Qin Yang and the others arrived here and saw that palace, they all felt somewhat startled.

The two approached, but a powerful force blocked them, making entry impossible.

At that moment, a faint voice came.

"Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir; under the azure sea and blue sky, her heart longs night after night."

Qin Yang felt a chill run down his spine, and instantly he pulled Yue Rou back.

Someone is inside the Moon Palace.

Could it be the legendary Chang'e?

"Chang'e" is Chang'e, the legendary goddess of the moon.

To avoid the taboo of Emperor Wen of Han, Liu Heng, the name was changed to Chang'e.

Yue Rou was also quite startled.

In this desolate Moon Palace, could that be Chang'e?

Could she not be in the celestial realm, but instead trapped on the far side of the moon?

No wonder they say the Vast Cold Palace is desolate.

If the far side of the moon were not desolate, that would be strange.

Qin Yang stared intently at that palace.

A glimmer of light appeared, and in the next instant, the whole palace shone with radiance.

A faint voice sounded.

"Fellow Daoist, since you have come, please enter."

Qin Yang's heart stirred, and he exchanged a glance with Yue Rou.

Afterward, Qin Yang still brought Yue Rou inside.

The Vast Cold Palace was very beautiful, every part exquisite and meticulous.

To say this is a celestial palace, no one would have any doubt.

However, it is overly cold and desolate here; aside from the buildings, there are only buildings, no flora, no life at all.

No, there is life present: the legendary moon goddess Chang'e.

A figure appeared, wearing a seven‑color feathered robe, resembling the evening clouds at the horizon; at a glance, she was extremely beautiful.

It was clear that the visitor had carefully dressed up.

She had a face like flower and moon, her hair meticulously groomed to perfection, not a strand out of place.

Her skin was white to the point of near transparency, emitting a jade‑like luster.

The visitor was extremely beautiful; at the moment she appeared, it seemed as if the whole world lost its color.

Even Yue Rou, being a woman herself, was stunned, feeling a sense of shame at her own appearance.

Is this Chang'e?

The legendary number‑one beauty of the three realms has left countless legends upon Lan Xing.

Her gaze fell upon Qin Yang and Yue Rou, and she greeted them with a salute.

"Chang'e greets the two fellow Daoists."

"Junior Qin Yang, accompanied by my humble wife Yue Rou, pays respects to Fairy Chang'e."

Qin Yang performed the salute earnestly, being very courteous.

Yue Rou also performed the salute; she curiously observed Chang'e, her heart full of curiosity about this fairy of the Moon Palace.

This is a being of myth and legend.

Everyone in Long Guo has heard more than one version of her story.

They have also seen more than one version of Chang'e on television.

But only after seeing Chang'e in person today did Yue Rou realize that no matter how beautiful an actress may be, she cannot compare to Chang'e, not even reaching a tenth of her beauty.

Her beauty has transcended the mundane and surpassed comprehension.

Such beauty could move even the Buddha to worldly desire.

Xiǎng dào zhèlǐ, Yue Rou glanced at Qin Yang.

She unexpectedly discovered that Qin Yang's gaze was clear and innocent, as if he were unaware of how beautiful Chang'e was, which made her somewhat surprised.

"Please sit, fellow Daoists."

The three took their seats as host and guests.

For over two thousand years, no one has come to the Vast Cold Palace; the Jade Rabbit left, Wu Gang left, and the Vast Cold Palace now holds only me, a lonely soul unable to depart, having remained here for two thousand years.

Chang'e said.

Her voice was faint, possessing a death‑like calm, yet it evoked a bone‑chilling cold.

Having spent more than two thousand years without any companionship, staying in one place, one can imagine what that feels like.

"Senior, why do you not leave?"

Qin Yang asked.

"The Moon Palace has a restriction: others can leave, but I cannot; it is a limitation aimed solely at me."

"Who did this?"

Qin Yang asked.

"Heaven."

Chang'e felt bitter.

On her face appeared an expression that was somewhere between tears and a smile.

This is heaven's punishment on me, letting me alone, forever sinking in this Vast Cold Palace.

Just because I stole the elixir?

Qin Yang asked.

Yes, but not entirely.

Chang'e let out a sigh.

Her words were somewhat ambiguous.

Heaven also hates me to the core, setting a restriction only on me, making me watch helplessly as Jade Rabbit and Wu Gang leave, never to return.

At first, they could still stay in the Moon Palace.

But after some years, they finally couldn't bear it and left one after another.

Chang'e could have stopped it, but she didn't.

She was unwilling to forcibly keep others.

Qin Yang and Yue Rou both let out a sigh.

This is a rule set by heaven, which they cannot break.

Please, fellow cultivator, save me.

Chang'e suddenly knelt before Qin Yang.

Qin Yang was startled and immediately wanted to help Chang'e up.

But no matter how much strength he used, he couldn't lift Chang'e.

This made Qin Yang wryly smile, and he couldn't help but say, 'Senior, your strength is far greater than mine; I am not even your equal, and you can't get out, so how can I?'

You carry the aura of a deceased acquaintance.

Chang'e said.

When you meet that deceased acquaintance of mine, you can ask him to help me.

The aura of a deceased acquaintance?

Qin Yang's heart stirred, and he immediately asked, 'Senior, who is that deceased acquaintance you speak of?'

Fellow cultivator, you're joking; with your Eight Nine Mysterious Profound Skill, you still ask who that deceased acquaintance is? That little sage must be your master.

Chang'e said.

Eight Nine Mysterious Profound Skill?

Little sage?

Erlang Zhenjun.

Qin Yang was somewhat stunned.

He knew his cultivation technique had a great origin, but he never imagined it was this great—it is actually the Eight Nine Mysterious Profound Skill of the legendary Erlang Shen.

No wonder Chang'e said he is the disciple of that deceased acquaintance.

My master is not Erlang Zhenjun.

Qin Yang said seriously.

Chang'e froze for a moment, wondering if she had made a mistake.

My master is called Baiyun, a cultivator from the Mundane World.

May I see what Master Baiyun looks like?

Chang'e asked.

Qin Yang conjured an image of his master's appearance.

At that moment, Chang'e couldn't help but laugh.

I wondered who I was dealing with—turns out it's a divine lord.

A divine lord? Which divine lord?

Qin Yang's expression turned strange.

Xiāotiān Shénjūn, also called Tunyue Shénjūn; no wonder he's named Baiyun—his true form is the divine beast variant, the Xiāotiān Quǎn, which is wholly white.

Chang'e said.

Qin Yang couldn't sit still.

He really wanted to post on his social media.

The master he raised himself turned out to be the Xiāotiān Quǎn.

And Yue Rou was stunned, her mouth wide open.

The person his grandmaster liked turned out to be the Xiāotiān Quǎn.

Although said, the status and strength of the Xiāotiān Quǎn are certainly notable among the Immortal Realm, being able to participate in the battle to capture the Monkey King, which shows how strong he is.

Ordinary immortals, daring to join the battle between Erlang Shen and Houzi, are estimated not to even get close before being torn apart by the two's magic power.

But the Howling Heaven Dog can go up and directly bite Sun Wukong, knock him down, then capture Sun Wukong, showing that the Howling Heaven Dog's strength is such that probably more than ninety percent of immortals in the celestial realm are not his match.

But, under the influence of Fanchén film and TV dramas, everyone always thinks the Howling Heaven Dog is a weakling, seeming not very formidable.

So, it's inevitable to feel somewhat strange in one's heart.