"Then your father just wants you to stay here."
"He doesn't want you to make the same mistake again."
The silver-haired saint spoke very directly.
"I don't think that's what father meant."
"He gave me two choices. One was to stay here, and the other was that he wanted me to try to change my destiny."
"I also want to enter that statue and have a look. I also want to know what the so-called curse is?"
Song Yiming said it very directly! .??.
This made the silver-haired saint couldn't help but shake her head.
It is impossible to change the fate of these thousands of years.
But Song Yiming naturally does not believe in evil. After thousands of years, the Tianwu bloodline and the Han clan bloodline have continued to this day!
"Grandma, actually there are descendants of the Han people around me."
"This is arranged by my father."
Song Yiming also told the truth.
"Isn't that great? As long as you combine with her and use the secret techniques of the Loulan tribe, your Tianwu bloodline can be suppressed."
The silver-haired saint suddenly became excited and said.
She suddenly felt that all this was God's blessing.
Song Yiming's fate should be exactly the same as Bai Di's, with a dramatic turn.
But if Song Yiming finally chooses to leave, he will also die.
This is a curse!
"This person is an experiment left behind by her father. In fact, everything is very unfair to her."
"She has not only the blood of the Han tribe, but also the blood of the Tianwu people. Neither blood is very pure... but she is considered a mixed race."
Song Yiming thought of Hanshuangyue.
"So this is what your father had in mind when he took away the body of the Han Clan Saint."
"Actually, the Tianwu bloodline and the Han clan bloodline cannot be merged into one person, but I never thought of the combination of two bloodlines that are both impure."
The silver-haired saint was also extremely surprised.
"Yes, she was not supposed to survive. It was her father who forcibly saved her. In order to prevent someone from suppressing my Tianwu bloodline after it awakens."
r> "Maybe this kind of suppression won't last long, but it can prolong my life for about ten years."
Song Yiming nodded.
So he always felt that he was ashamed of Hanshuang Yue.
"Your father is always one step ahead."
"Since you know this, why are you still hesitating..."
The silver-haired saint saw the hesitation in Song Yiming's eyes.
"Because I regard her as my sister, and I also have a beloved woman."
"I don't like hurting them all at the same time."
Song Yiming said helplessly.
"I see. You, like your father, are quite dedicated."
"I didn't expect that so many changes would happen later. I didn't see you until now."
The silver-haired saint sighed.
"So, other than the pure Han Clan bloodline, is there no other way to suppress my Tianwu bloodline?"
Song Yiming asked.
"Actually, I know that even if there is pure Han clan blood, it is impossible to completely suppress the Tianwu blood."
"Otherwise this wouldn't be called a curse!"
"For people of Han clan blood, every suppression will also consume their lifespan!"
Song Yiming already understood the method of using the blood of the Han clan to restrain the blood of the Tianwu from the previous dual cultivation scroll.
To put it bluntly, it was to exchange a life for a life, and there was absolutely no way he could do that.
"Yes, but this is the mission of the Han tribe. Just like our Loulan tribe, in order to protect it, we can only live in the vast snowy mountains all year round and suffer from the severe cold of the ice and sky."
The silver-haired saint said earnestly.
"Grandma, times have changed now, and some things may not be worth protecting anymore."
"If you should let it go, let it go!"
As Song Yiming spoke, he looked at the remains of the saint kings of the Loulan tribe.
They lined up neatly on the way into the statue, like an eternity.
Like the saint of the Han tribe, their bodies have not decayed to this day.
Even in death, he protected the ancient city of Loulan in other ways.
"You kid, how come you are exactly the same as what your father said back then? He also advised me the same way back then."
"But some protections are worth existing."
"Otherwise, I might not be able to see you now." .??.
"But a curse is a curse, and what you do with it is your choice."
"This is life!"
"Grandson, grandma has nothing left for you."
"Being able to see you, grandma's last long-cherished wish has been fulfilled."
The silver-haired saint said, and suddenly waved her hand, and Song Yiming was suddenly lifted into the air by a force.
"Grandma, what are you going to do?"
"Actually, there is another way to temporarily control your Tianwu bloodline, which is to exchange the life of the Han clan for your life... You only have one chance..."
After the silver-haired saint finished speaking, she suddenly raised her hands, and all the crystal ice coffins in the snow cave were opened.
The next moment, an extremely cold force instantly transferred to Song Yiming's body.
"Grandma...don't..."
Song Yiming understood something in an instant.
But it's too late!
Song Yiming's entire body was suddenly enveloped in white light, which condensed directly into frost.
The originally violent Tianwu bloodline was restrained by another force in an instant.
He could even feel his body quieten down, and everything around him became so peaceful.
His consciousness suddenly spread to the outside of the entire ancient city of Loulan, above the vast snow-capped mountains, and he could see the mountains and small mountains at a glance.
It's a very magical feeling.
But almost at the same time, the silver-haired saint's face also began to age rapidly.
Soon he turned into a gray-haired old man.
After a while, Song Yiming also fell back to where he was.
The originally violent Tianwu bloodline has calmed down in the body.
"grandmother……"
However, when he saw the silver-haired saint in front of him, his expression was shocked.
The whole person is about to collapse in an instant.
"I'm fine..."
"This body is just a skin, don't worry about it."
"I only have one or two years to live, and I have always lived through the lives of others."
"Eternal life here is too boring."
The silver-haired saint waved her hands.
"Very good, I didn't expect to see my grandson today."
"I don't have any regrets anymore."
The silver-haired saint said happily.
"Grandma, we just met..."
Song Yiming looked painful.
"Everyone is mortal, but I am still alive."
"These holy kings are still protecting me..."
"Next time you visit grandma, remember to bring my granddaughter-in-law."
"Grandma is tired and needs to rest."
Her vitality slowly died out, and her whole body began to slowly turn into ice.
It is forever sealed here.
Maybe it will become an immortal existence for thousands of years!
"Grandma, I want to enter that statue..."
Song Yiming still wanted to find out about the curse.
When the silver-haired saint turned into ice, one hand was clearly pointing in one direction.
Song Yiming looked in the final direction and could directly see the tall statue standing above his head.
However, half of the statue's facial features have been damaged.
But on the other half, he saw the familiar half of his father's face.
But what Xu Zihao saw before was half of Song Yiming's face!
Maybe this is the inner demon in everyone’s heart!
This chapter has been completed!