Chapter 234: When All Living Beings Suffer, The Heavenly Dao Grieves With Them 【 Battle + Foreshadowing 】
When Maomao died blocking the heavenly lightning for her, after she was resurrected and saw the state of the Demon Realm, she knew her era had completely passed.
The Cultivation World does not need a second Feng He, and the Underworld does not need a second Feng He.
Nor does the Demon Realm.
As a result of her travels, she ended up finding refuge in the Devil Realm and even raised a Jiaojiao. It’s just a pity that she didn’t treat Jiaojiao well back then, so much so that even though Jiaojiao became the Demon Realm Empress, she still harbored resentment towards her.
In the end, the Devil Realm no longer needs a second Feng He.
Her soul power is now scarce, and she doesn’t even have a body. Let alone someone like Xuan Gui at the Tribulation Crossing stage, even someone at the Mahayana stage or Body Integration stage could slay her.
She would probably, as the Demon Emperor said, be buried in the earth and die on record.
It’s just…
Feng He suddenly remembered Ming Zhaoshuang’s stunned face.
It seemed as if she could hear Ming Zhaoshuang’s extremely tragic cry coming from the Lower Cultivation World, across space.
It seemed as if he was shouting for her, calling her to return.
He didn’t want her to die.
He had left a world for her in her sea of consciousness.
This, however, made her unwilling to accept fate, unwilling to die such a spectacular death.
Feng He propped herself up with Changming Sword, soul power overflowing from the sword tip. Wherever it passed, the ground bloomed with life, bursting forth with vibrant flowers.
She smiled faintly, “You want to kill this Seat, but my life is not for you to decide.”
Even if faced with a dead end, she would not surrender. The only thing that could make her face death with a grand spirit was all living beings in the world.
No one else could make her die.
Xuan Gui sneered, “At this point, you can only die!”
Saying that, demonic power surged from his fingertips, speeding towards Feng He.
Behind him, several Mahayana Stage demon cultivators also followed closely, attacking Feng He, their demonic power surging to the extreme.
So what if she was Feng He!
After tens of thousands of years, she was only a remnant soul. How could she contend with them?
Changming Sword blocked Xuan Gui’s attack.
Feng He’s soul body, however, seemed to show traces of fragmentation, becoming increasingly transparent.
Yet she still had the leisure to praise Changming, “Good boy, after tens of thousands of years, you’re still this amazing.”
The body of Changming Sword trembled, emitting a clear phoenix cry.
For tens of thousands of years, it had been buried in the Sword Tomb, and now it had finally waited for its master’s return. Seeing her appearance unchanged, how could it not be excited?
Feng He raised her hand, “Go!”
Changming Sword moved without wind, charging towards the remaining four Mahayana Stage cultivators, its sword light fierce.
And how could Xuan Gui let Feng He go? As soon as he drew his long sword, it carried boundless demonic energy and pointed towards Feng He.
Feng He lightly stepped on the ground, “Ten Thousand Trees Grow!”
Ten thousand trees broke through the soil, enveloping Feng He completely, but they were then pierced and cut by the boundless water vapor.
Feng He moved her steps, and in the blink of an eye, she was in another place.
However, her soul body was indeed that precarious, and Xuan Gui’s demonic power was far stronger than she had imagined.
He struck with his sword, and ultimately severed Feng He’s lower leg.
There was no blood, but it was far more terrifying than bleeding.
This was damage to the divine soul, a hundred times more painful, a hundred times more severe than damage to the body.
Over tens of thousands of years, Feng He had undergone marrow cleansing and blood replacement for three years, endured ten thousand swords piercing her heart for two thousand years, and lived without a fixed abode for tens of thousands of years. She had actually gradually become numb to her surroundings, but at this very moment, she felt a piercing pain.
“Ah, ah… Break for me… I don’t want to go back like this! I don’t want to! System… Don’t leave me… I was wrong, I regret it… I don’t want lotus root silk anymore, System…”
“A He… I don’t want you to die…”
Yet, at this very moment, she could still hear Ming Zhaoshuang’s heartbroken voice echoing across space-time.
So close, yet so far.
Such is the distance between proximity and the ends of the earth.
“A He… I’m begging you, come back… Please come back…”
Seeing this, Xuan Gui smiled faintly and swung another sword at her.
Changming Sword had not yet escaped, and she,
could not block.
“Ah—”
Ming Zhaoshuang’s voice, like weeping blood, echoed across the vast space-time, and for a moment, it seemed as if heaven and earth roared, and mountains and rivers changed color.
When all living beings are in trouble, the Heavenly Dao weeps with them.
Thunderstorms that spanned vast distances, annihilating all things.
The sky was a uniform iron-grey, fierce winds swept in, rain poured down, withered branches were swept up from the ground, and a dazzling white light appeared as ten thousand jun of thunder struck towards Xuan Gui and the four Mahayana Stage cultivators.
It could not be blocked, it could not be stopped.
Xuan Gui: “???”
Nirvana Heavenly Thunder? He’s only at the Tribulation Crossing Mid Stage, right!
Those four Mahayana Stage cultivators: “!!!”
Nirvana Heavenly Thunder? Has the Heavenly Dao gone mad!
As the heavenly thunder struck, Xuan Gui could only grit his teeth and first cut a sword towards Feng He, then turned to the other cultivators and said, “First, form a formation, use the formation techniques of the Gui Xuan Merchant Guild to evade the heavenly thunder!”
Immediately after, the five of them surged with demonic power, each occupying a corner, forming a huge defense shield.
The heavenly thunder struck, cleaving everything.
Amidst the shattering space, a defense talisman flew over, blocking in front of Feng He.
“As solid as gold and as firm as a rock!”
Frost exploded, revealing the three characters “Zhen Hanliu” within Xuan Gui’s sword energy.
Xuan Gui looked up, only to see the spatial rift there, which had actually opened again.
Ming Zhaoshuang crawled out from within, glaring at him hatefully, his eyes filled with resentment and blood-red, his usually clean face now covered in tear streaks, utterly disheveled.
Feng He turned her head, looking somewhat stunned.
Ming Zhaoshuang crawled out of the spatial rift, his skirt hem covered in black mud, even his usually clean and flowing tassels stuck to his dirty face, but his eyes were still as bright as ever.
He stood in front of Feng He, tightly clutching the remaining talismans in his hand, and pulled Feng He behind him, but it was as if he passed through her soul body, unable to succeed.
Ming Zhaoshuang pursed his lips, his nose still a little red. He wiped his face and said fiercely to Feng He, “What are you spacing out for, drill into my sea of consciousness!”
His voice was still a little choked.
She was merely a Nascent Soul, how could she tear space?
Feng He couldn’t understand.
Her lips were a little pale, and she was at a loss, “Then what about you?”
That spatial rift, as Mimi climbed out with Xie Yanning and Qin Feilong, also gradually closed.
They had nowhere to go.
As soon as Ming Zhaoshuang heard her words, he became furious. His voice was hoarse, “I really hate people like you who think they know best and act for others’ good. Do you think if you send us away, and you die here alone, you’ll achieve self-sacrifice, you’ll attain the Great Dao, and you can die with peace of mind, owing nothing to anyone!”
“I’m telling you, there’s no such logic! If you die, I won’t be grateful to you; instead, I will hate you! I would rather die with you than be abandoned by you like this!”
Feng He seemed to remember something, and asked with some confusion, “Why… would you hate me?”
Why did she still hate her even though she had blocked the heavenly lightning for Feng Budu, allowing her to become an Immortal Crossing cultivator?
Why now, even though she clearly helped Ming Zhaoshuang escape to survival, Ming Zhaoshuang still chose to return and told her that he would rather die with her than let her stay behind to cover their retreat?
Ming Zhaoshuang wiped his face, too lazy to argue with her, “Because all of you who cultivate the Path of All Living Beings are a bunch of annoying people.”
Ming Zhaoxue was an annoying person, who created a divine tool for her without a word, causing himself soul damage.
Feng He was also an annoying person, who self-righteously sent her away, wanting her to be scattered into soul fragments again.
“Are you going in or not? Don’t drag me down, okay?”
Feng He coughed lightly and drilled in, “Host, this time, I might have to sleep for a very, very long time.”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “You won’t sleep for long.”
Feng He asked, “Really?”
Ming Zhaoshuang said seriously, “Really. If you want Yellow Springs Water, I’ll find it. If you want lotus root silk, I’ll find that too. I won’t let you sleep for long.”
Feng He smiled, “Yes, I believe you. I want a lot of Yellow Springs Water.”
Feng He thought that eternal slumber after death was also a kind of slumber. In the current situation, Ming Zhaoshuang would be unable to escape at all.
He tore through space and came before her, actually just to die with her.
Thinking this, Feng He slowly closed her eyes and became silent.
Ming Zhaoshuang softly replied, “Okay.”
