Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1578 - 961: Picking Up the Golden Cup, Kneeling on the Cloud Carpet (Part 3)

Then, he advanced, his feet finding the golden jade steps, proceeding deliberately towards Fang Geyu.

His Cloud Boots, fashioned from fine hide, made no sound upon the opulent, soft carpet. Mu Yunye’s steps were measured and firm, his bearing upright, yet his gait possessed a profound elegance. With every movement, he appeared like a celestial being gliding on clouds, his presence captivating to behold.

The pure Immortal Qi radiating from him began to intensify, causing Fang Geyu to halt the motion of her foot, which had been poised to kick a golden cup.

"High steps, a carpet of clouds, Immortal Lord, do tread with care..."

Fang Geyu’s voice, seemingly laced with concern, reached him. Her eyebrows slowly arched, her gaze piercing as if looking through ancient eras, focusing intently on Mu Yunye.

The darkness within her eyes receded, replaced by a pair of luminous golden orbs, a potent and brilliant power surging forth from within.

A vast, resplendent consciousness, captured in those golden eyes, gradually solidified into markings of eternal latitude, presenting an enigma of unfathomable depth.

She looked down at him with an air of supreme arrogance.

Mu Yunye’s advance faltered. Suddenly, he felt himself diminish, becoming utterly insignificant beneath Fang Geyu’s piercing stare.

As he managed to lift his head, he met those golden eyes, emblazoned with holy marks. A terrifying premonition gripped his heart – the illusion that he was as insignificant as dust in their presence, perhaps more.

Perhaps...

That was not merely an illusion!

In that very moment, she gazed down upon him with indifference, her golden eyes transcendent and aloof, yet possessing an irresistibly captivating quality.

All traces of human emotion had fled her countenance, making it impossible to decipher the feelings hidden within her eyes.

What remained was a detached compassion, non-human and transcending all living beings, as if overlooking the Mortal World from a great height, seeing it as mere specks of dust.

Mu Yunye’s expression remained impassive, his mind unable to fully process the situation. He halted his steps, his posture appearing composed and natural.

Yet, unbeknownst to anyone, a torrent of sweat erupted down his back at that precise instant!

That indifferent gaze felt like a vast, desolate ancient night, silently and subtly engulfing him.

In that moment, Mu Yunye felt an eternal terror!

An oppressive dread, deep as the sea, caused his body to tremble as if petrified.

Amidst the onlookers’ burgeoning curiosity as to why Mu Yunye had suddenly stopped.

He had, after all, pledged to Miss Fang that he would retrieve the golden cup that had fallen.

However, after departing from his seat, despite his refined demeanor and graceful stride, he had only managed three steps.

Ever since the banquet commenced, why would Mu Yunye, the epitome of an Immortal Lord, choose this particular juncture for such a minor, abrupt pause?

Did they not realize that such a brief hesitation...

Signified a moment of profound uncertainty?

How could he possibly falter at this crucial instant?

Could this be a calculated display of a minute flaw, a deliberate imperfection, meant to subtly mock them as success hovered within reach?

Without offering any explanation for the prevailing confusion among the assembly.

From beneath Fang Geyu’s golden skirt, a slender, delicate boot emerged.

Just as before, with a light, playful flick...

She nudged the fallen golden cup.

"Thud!!!"

Then, under the collective gaze of everyone present, the scion of the Golden Immortal, the prodigy of the Immortal World, Mu Yunye!

His body suddenly collapsed, and he forcefully knelt upon the steps!

He knelt!

In the presence of his intended bride!

The sickening sound of knee bones fracturing echoed clearly!

Even those who could only perceive his back could vividly imagine the agony etched upon Mu Yunye’s face at that very moment.