Amidst the vicissitudes of the song, the vanished Mo Ge finally set foot on that long ancient road. In Mo Ge's hands, he grasped circles of light and shadow that seethed with the breath of death, his expression seemed to flicker uncertainly.
"Mo Xiangyi, yellow sands rise, on the western wind-swept ancient road rides a gaunt horse, with Mo Xiangyi's endless tears drenching his robes...
Mo Xiangyi, do not abandon heart, gazing at distant stars countless miles away, better to turn around and part ways forever..."
Across from Mo Ge, beneath the hazy yellow sands, a figure slowly emerged on the ancient road, an elegant woman leading a frail old horse—the unmistakable image of He Shanli.
Mo Ge's eyes suddenly filled with pity and self-reproach. Unlike the other cultivators caught in the throes of Mo Xiangyi's divine power, he rushed towards He Shanli without hesitation, rather than turning to leave.
