After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 777: Side Story 06: Divine Selection of Two Realms 1

Chapter 777: Side Story 06: Divine Selection of Two Realms 1

Heaven and earth were silent and still, so much so that even the sound of falling leaves could be faintly heard.

Even footsteps as light as the breeze and the nearness of breath awoke the girl who had been leaning against the tree trunk.

Her eyes opened abruptly, revealing an icy cold readiness to attack. As she looked up, her gaze first met the hem of a plain white robe, slowly trailing upwards, she saw a youngster with hair so white it shone, an otherworldly figure of pure ice and jade. Yet, concealed within was a silent and austere air.

Her tense body gradually relaxed, leaning back: "Oh, it’s you."

King White’s snowy-white hair was brushed by the wind, the light blue feather seemingly emitting a gentle, lyrical chirp!

The continuous gentle breeze blew upon the standing and sitting duo, lingering for a long time without subsiding.

The unmoving youngster standing there had never looked at the girl leaning against the tree, only quietly standing there, his hand held in a loose fist, like a guardian deity, silently guarding by the girl’s side.

Until nightfall.

The girl’s complexion turned somewhat pale, her self-healing did not achieve great effects.

Something wrapped in a piece of cloth fell in front of her.

Having thrown down the item, the youngster, King White, turned around and went inside.

Emperor Chloe opened her eyes and glanced at the wrapped item that had fallen by her foot. She smelled a faint fragrance of plants and wood, resembling the Qi emanating from that person.

She picked it up and put it in her mouth, continuing to tend to her injuries.

Time passed, she did not know how long for, but when she opened her eyes again, sunlight pierced through the tree canopy, slanting onto her body.

Emperor Chloe was much more spirited now and her injuries healed faster than expected.

Thinking about the item the youngster had thrown at her, she laughed, "He still cares about me."

It was from this moment on that she became even more determined to learn about healing techniques.

Two days passed, and Emperor Chloe hadn’t taken a step inside. On the third day, she jumped around energetically and shouted loudly, "I’m leaving! Thanks for the medicine!"

After her shout, the girl left without any hesitation or lingering feelings.

Inside, someone opened their eyes slightly, then closed them again.

This time, the girl left for even longer – half a year.

In half a year’s time, a girl could grow and mature even more.

When she returned this time, she was injured again, even more severely than last time.

But from beginning to end, she never uttered a word.

There were traces of her being struck by lightning on her body, making it a gruesome sight.

After lying for some time, the person inside suddenly appeared beside her.

Emperor Chloe, with great difficulty, raised her head, "I thought you wouldn’t help me." Her gaze fell upon the ethereal, worldly youngster.

He still remained silent, throwing down a piece of medicine in his hand and was about to turn around when his robe was grasped by a bloodstained hand.

He looked down.

The girl had already fainted.

When Emperor Chloe woke up, she found herself lying at the original spot, and not far away, sat the white-haired youngster.

He was still cultivating in meditation quietly, as before.

"Have you been guarding me here the whole time?"

King White opened his eyes, shining like the stars. He glanced at her, stood up, threw her a piece of medicine, and walked back inside.

Emperor Chloe ate it, not bothered by the youngster’s actions.

Thinking back to those initial discourteous actions towards him, she felt a little guilty.

Emperor Chloe tended to her wounds, tidied herself up, and with a brisk stride went inside again.

But the youngster was not in the same place as before; instead, he had moved to a different spot to cultivate.

At the platform location, there seemed to be a formation. Emperor Chloe couldn’t get past it and had to shout from a distance, "I came to thank you. Don’t be silent, or else I’ll have to shout here every day until you respond."

After spending time together, King White knew Emperor Chloe’s nature: she was a girl who walked the talk.

He opened his icy eyes and looked over. That aura as if gazing at an expansive river was something Emperor Chloe had never seen before, not even on highly cultivated elders.

The formation was removed, and Emperor Chloe got her wish, stepping forward with joy, plopping down next to him, leaning her back, and quickly leaning against him.

King White suddenly turned his head, his icy gaze fixed on her.

Leaning sideways, Emperor Chloe faced the opposite direction, pretending not to notice his gaze.

Her head rested on his shoulder and she closed her eyes, "You cultivate, I rest. Your aura smells good, it has a calming effect."

King white closed his eyes briefly, ultimately sitting upright, as if the person leaning on him didn’t exist.

Who knew how long it had been when the head on his shoulder slipped down and ended up resting in his embrace.