Chapter 361: Deceiving Heaven and Earth for Nineteen Years

The torrential rain had stopped abruptly, but water-laden winds still swept across the cliff.

Leaves rustled in the wind, and a biting, damp cold seeped into his bones. Ning Changjiu knelt on the ground, holding her tightly, her delicate, cold body wrapped in his tattered outer robe. He clung to her as if trying to transfer every drop of warmth from his blood to her.

Siming's body was incredibly soft, like a wisp of breeze curled in his arms.

Ning Changjiu lifted his head, his jaw trembling uncontrollably. His vision seemed to have plunged into darkness; all he could see was the single beam of moonlight descending from the heavens. He feared it was an illusion.

The sea of clouds, pierced by arrows, began to close in. The process was slow but breathtaking.

Ning Changjiu trembled, clutching Siming tightly. He stared at the closing clouds. If that beam of moonlight were his neck, then those clouds, normally soft and gentle, were the hands strangling him, slowly pushing him toward death.

The clouds touched the moonlight.

The world seemed to stand still.

A miracle truly happened. That beam of moonlight was substantial; the clouds touched its edge, taking on an amber hue, but they could not engulf it.

Ning Changjiu had once asked Evil what Kunlun was. Evil had not given a clear answer, only saying that Kunlun was broken. He had also asked Siming, who said that Kunlun was something that reached to the heavens.

So, the last Kunlun Sky Pillar in the human realm was actually the moonlight piercing through the universe from Mount Tianzhu!

Legend has it that when the Moon Palace still existed, a moon rabbit once descended to the human realm, settled in a country, and became a spirit. That country was called Tianzhu.

Ning Changjiu struggled to his feet, holding Siming. He bent down and hoisted her onto his back. Siming's head, with its disheveled silver hair, rested against his iron-like right shoulder. Supporting her long legs, he walked towards the beam of moonlight behind them.

The moonlight shone on the back of Siming's limp hand.

Ning Changjiu trembled as he touched the light, his fingers curling to grasp it with all his might.

Carrying the silver-haired, black-robed woman on his back, Ning Changjiu climbed the sky-piercing column of light, ascending as if on air, heading towards the source of the light.

The moonlight, soft as water, gently enveloped them.

Ning Changjiu's shattered left shoulder had not yet healed, and his broken body, with countless fractured bones, trembled constantly. His left hand rested on the back of Siming's hand, firmly supporting her, while his right arm, veins bulging and glowing red from congestion, climbed up the light column.

The light was not pure; cloud-like dust motes floated within