God of Fishing Chapter 3710 Side Story (1)

A full hundred thousand years flowed by within the Chaotic Star Sea.

With the ominous presence gone, a myriad of new races emerged, and every tribe rose with an intensity never seen before. Though new conflicts likely flickered across the stars, they no longer had any connection to the ominous.

War continued to rage in the Primordial Star Sea, yet it remained distant from the common folk of the Chaotic Star Sea. Only truly powerful masters dared to traverse the passage between worlds to reach the Primordial Star Sea. To be precise, that was a journey of conquest belonging to a different caliber of people.

Those tasked with protecting the Chaotic Star Sea remained at their posts.

At the Path of No Return.

The Death God had pulled a star into orbit, cultivating various demon plants upon it until the celestial body overflowed with life. On this particular day, he sat before a tea table facing the Path of No Return, quietly savoring his brew.

Clatter…

The ethereal melody of a flute drifted through the air, its cleansing ripples sounding both melodious and haunting. It shifted between moments of joy and deep sorrow. In its cheerful passages, it felt like the warm, moving glow of a setting sun draped over one's shoulders. When the tune turned mournful, it resembled snowflakes dancing in the void, piercing to the bone. This celestial music seemed to narrate a dream both beautiful and poignant.

“Little girl, a hundred thousand years have passed. Even though you have attained the rank of a dominator, possessing only three pieces of Star River Source Power makes you far too weak. By merely listening to the rhythm of the tides on the Path of No Return, you might reach nine pieces of Star River Source Power at most, but no further. How do you expect to enter the Path of No Return to seek him out?”

Holding his teacup, the Death God spoke. At the star’s highest peak, perched upon a solitary cliff, Jiuyin Ling cradled her flute while the Creation Void Spiritual Drum hovered silently at her side.

Jiuyin Ling gazed toward the Path of No Return, her face a mask of tranquility, devoid of joy or grief. She replied tonelessly, “I declared that I would one day stand at his side. No matter the duration of the wait or the hardships of the journey, I will walk that path—even if it costs me my life—should the day come when I can no longer grow stronger.”

The Death God gave a faint shake of his head. “Why such stubbornness? If you perish, I fear he will never even know. Look at Xia Xiaochan; she utilized Han Fei’s connections to explore the Three Temples, hunting for ultimate techniques and forging a new path. When she last visited me thirty thousand years ago, she had already grasped eighteen pieces of Star River Source Power. Why refuse to take me as your master?”

Jiuyin Ling shook her head. “Senior, the Ten Directions Purgatory is not my Dao. I do not cultivate the sounds of the deceased—not out of disdain, but because the music I play still retains its warmth.”

The Death God gave a slight shrug. “Such a headstrong girl!”

“Alas…”

Suddenly, a gentle sigh resonated across the entire star.

Only the Death God and Jiuyin Ling occupied this world, and both simultaneously turned their gaze toward the dam. There, two figures stood tall.

The Death God’s eyebrows shot up as he stood in sheer disbelief. “You have returned.”

With Han Fei’s arrival, a new channel manifested upon the dam. Though the Death God could not fathom where it led, he sensed that the tides of fate were shifting.

At that moment, Ximen Linglan leaned in on her tiptoes, whispering into Han Fei’s ear, “I understand the agony of waiting, that heart-wrenching sorrow. Let Xiao Jiu join us, alright?”

A flash of playfulness appeared in Ximen Linglan’s eyes. She saw much of herself in Jiuyin Ling—someone with no one else in this world, whose entire universe revolved around Han Fei. Because of that, she was solitary.

If she was to spend her future alongside Xia Xiaochan and the others, Ximen Linglan felt it wise to have a close companion of her own for support.

Han Fei looked at Jiuyin Ling with a complicated expression. She looked back at him, her eyes shining with a light that was both pure and transparent.

Memories of the time he and Jiuyin Ling lived as a pretend husband and wife flooded back to him. Back then, the simple rhythm of the rising and setting sun marked what was perhaps the most ordinary and peaceful period of his life.

To claim he felt nothing for her would be a deception. It was simply that, in the past, he could never stop running. Now that he was back and she was still waiting, he could no longer fail her.

Swish~

In a flash, Han Fei took Ximen Linglan by the hand and materialized at the mountain's summit, standing directly before Jiuyin Ling.

The Creation Void Spiritual Drum began to tremble violently. Sensing an overwhelming, peerless pressure, it instantly retreated into Jiuyin Ling’s body, not daring to show itself or boast as it once had.

Han Fei raised his hand, hesitating for a heartbeat before gently patting Jiuyin Ling’s head. “It is enough. You are already standing by my side. Let’s go home!”

Those words and that simple gesture seemed to pierce Jiuyin Ling to her core.

The calm facade she had struggled to maintain shattered. Her features crumpled, her lower lip trembled, and her eyes instantly brimmed with tears. Large, heavy droplets began to fall.

It was an outpouring of immense, pent-up grievance.

“Boohoo~”

Jiuyin Ling collapsed into Han Fei’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Within moments, her tears had soaked through his collar. Watching this, Ximen Linglan covered her mouth and offered a soft smile.

Han Fei remained still until Jiuyin Ling’s crying subsided into embarrassment. She eventually lowered her head and pulled away from his embrace, yet her hand gripped a corner of his robes so fiercely that her knuckles turned white, terrified that he might vanish the moment she let go.