Chapter 1149: Great Wilderness Ancient Scripture, The Severed River of Time!

Just at this moment, a gentle voice drifted from the clouds.

Ancestor Qiankun and Ling Xi suddenly felt the surrounding air become icy, as if they were in a world of ice and snow. Looking back, they saw a stunning beauty standing on a cloud of rosy light at some point.

She wore a white palace robe, draped with white and pink, her figure graceful, her skin white and greasy.

Her whole body exuded a cold temperament that kept strangers away, as ethereal and clear as ice and snow.

Mu Bingyan did not look at them, but stared directly at Lin Xia, her beautiful eyes burning.

"Fellow Daoist."

"You're awake? How do you feel now?"

Lin Xia said with a smile.

"I feel much better. Many thanks to you, fellow Daoist, for the grace of saving me."

Mu Bingyan said softly.

Her voice was gentle, ethereal, and clear, carrying a hint of softness in the ethereal, and a hint of charm and enchantment in the softness.

It was like a spring flowing in an empty valley hitting a rock, with water droplets splashing everywhere.

It was also like a light feather, plucking at people's heartstrings.

Captivating the soul.

Making people unable to help but feel their blood surging and their hearts agitated.

Lin Xia was somewhat surprised.

Such a seductive voice was clearly something only those demonesses who were good at bewitching people would have.

And Mu Bingyan and Mu Shenyin originated from the same source.

The sisters were not only somewhat similar in appearance, but their temperaments were not much different—elegant, noble, holy, and flawless, keeping people thousands of miles away.

And what was somewhat different from Mu Shenyin was that Mu Bingyan's temperament was colder, like a snow lotus blooming in a valley, a cold moon hanging in the night sky; although bright and beautiful, it was cold to the bone and chilling.

At this moment, after Mu Bingyan awakened, that innate cold temperament was even more obvious; Lin Xia felt that a chill permeated the air, as if he were in the bitter winter, with heavy snow flying all over the sky.

Such a temperament and such a voice were really very inconsistent and full of strangeness.

Looking at the stunned Lin Xia, Mu Bingyan frowned slightly.

Because at this moment, Lin Xia's gaze was focused below her neck.

"Fellow Daoist?"

Mu Bingyan reminded in a low voice, unable to help but feel somewhat shy in her heart.

Mu Bingyan had a cold personality; except for her sister Mu Shenyin and her sister's disciples, she almost did not communicate with other living beings.

She was quite disgusted with those worldly auras.

But she had no rejection toward Lin Xia.

Perhaps because of his grace in saving her life, perhaps because his temperament was unique, making her naturally feel a sense of intimacy.

Therefore, at this moment, there was only shyness and not much anger.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about something, my mind wandered."

Lin Xia came back to his senses and said apologetically.

Wandered?

Mu Bingyan couldn't help but blush, making her look even more beautiful and stunning.

Looking at Mu Bingyan's shy expression, Lin Xia felt somewhat strange.

I was thinking about things, why are you blushing?

But the next moment, his gaze sank, and he instantly understood.

The pink gauze dress flowed with bright light, reflecting the snow-white skin.

Vaguely, it carried a hint of haziness and temptation.

Snow on the snowy mountain, bright moon in the clouds.

Reach the top, and see all the mountains small.

Lin Xia withdrew his gaze, and two lines of poetry subconsciously appeared in his mind.

He didn't feel anything when he read them before, but now, being touched by the scene, he tasted the wonder of them.

Mu Bingyan quickly changed the subject.

"Where does Fellow Daoist come from?"

"Honghuang."

"Honghuang? It's actually Honghuang?"

Mu Bingyan was very surprised.

Looking at Mu Bingyan's surprised expression, Lin Xia did not feel surprised.

Don't look at these big sisters, they all had the posture of young girls, looking more tender and charming than the other.

But in fact, they were all born before the ancient times, and no one knew how many years they had lived.

According to the seniority of the new century, calling them great-grandmothers wouldn't be enough.

For such old antiques to know some secrets, it wouldn't be strange at all.

What's more, Mu Shenyin had heard of Honghuang; as a younger sister, Mu Bingyan couldn't have no understanding.

"It seems that before, you must have heard of Honghuang."

Mu Bingyan nodded and said softly:

"I have heard that countless eras ago, a supreme powerhouse came from Honghuang."

"His physical body was invincible, suppressing the time, and many living beings with vast fortune were not his match."

"There were even rumors that he had once slashed and destroyed immortals, shaking endless time and space, reversing order, and even grinding away the Great Dao."

"Billions of space-times had left his footprints."

Ling Xi and Ancestor Qiankun looked at each other.

Their expressions were somewhat surprised; that supreme powerhouse in Mu Bingyan's mouth was likely Pangu.

Because among the countless Chaos Demon Gods, only Pangu had gone to other space-times, and for a very long time, his whereabouts were unknown, as if he had completely evaporated.

And only Pangu had such terrifying strength to suppress the ages.

"Later, what else do you know?"

Lin Xia was also interested.

"Later, in an unprecedented Great Dao dispute, he mysteriously disappeared."

"Legend has it that that struggle directly detonated the river of time, and millions of cosmic space-time laws were destroyed, returning to nothingness, completely turning into a vacuum."

Ancestor Qiankun was even more shocked; he had never heard of these things!

But according to the timeline, he could vaguely infer when it happened. ===== CHAPTER 1151 =====