No matter how long the night lasts, it will eventually pass.
No matter how distant the light is, it will eventually arrive.
Under the warm sunlight, Zhou Yan stood quietly beneath the ancient pine tree, watching the clear spring flow, the intertwining tree shadows, watching the clouds rise and fall, and watching the clouds gather and disperse.
His eyes were as bright and spirited as the sunlight of this world.
His eyes were also as profound and unfathomable as the night within the Sword Burial Ancestor Star.
Only when a person achieves great enlightennt will they have such eyes.
Only after transcendence will one possess eyes that seem to hold the birth and death of worlds.
If old friends were to see him now, they would certainly not recognize him, or rather, they would not recognize such eyes.
In terms of family matters, Zhou Yan provided a strand of the family’s forr cultivation thod—the Heavenly Jade Swordsmanship, comparable to a Saint Level cultivation thod, and perhaps even more profound, resolving all family conflicts.
A powerful enough cultivation thod can erase all grievances, as everyone at the family’s core can obtain such a thod.
Zhou Yan stood quietly under the ancient pine tree, understanding the heart of the Ancestor Dragon, comprehending the root changes of Shape Intent, contemplating the developnt direction of the Ancestor Dragon Emperor Venerate Sword Dao, having considered everything clearly about the future.
Within just a few breaths, all doubts in his heart had faded away.
The words left by his mother served as a guiding light, making him live every mont with strength and urgency.
Living freely and unrestrained, living as one pleases, his sword pointing to his true heart, his thoughts flowing smoothly.
...
Zhou Yan exhaled impure air, feeling refreshed, but didn’t greet anyone. With a move of the Xuanyuan Evil Slayer Sword, he stepped onto the flying sword, shooting out like a stream of light.
Zhou Yan left the Zhou Family, and within a few breaths, he had already flown out of Canglan City.
Although it was now approaching autumn, outside Canglan City, the mountains and rivers were clear and beautiful, like a grand spectacle of heaven and earth reappearing, familiar and sigh-inducing.
Zhou Yan looked at the past green mountains and clear waters, listening to the breathing and clear sounds of nature, feeling the natural divine charm between heaven and earth, the sensation enamored him.
The past Sword Burial Ancestor Star eventually withered, becoming a desolate wasteland, the land rotten, mountains and rivers cracked and dried, decrepit, leading to sorrow.
Seeing this beautiful world once more, this natural craftsmanship, Zhou Yan couldn’t help but sigh.
He watched the scenery all the way, traveling through the air.
About two hours later, in heaven and earth, Zhou Yan suddenly sensed a trace of discordant blood scent passing over.
The bloody scent, also a familiar one.
Everything seed like the recreation of so scene.
At that mont, Zhou Yan thought directly of Feng Lingqing, of Sword Spirit Xiao Xue, of that Silver Snow Sword, and of the Netherworld Queen.
"Feng Lingqing and I t in a place called ’Tianji Mountain,’ and now is this coincidence of path happening again? This Blood Qi, it is undoubtedly Feng Lingqing’s."
Zhou Yan pondered deeply, and from afar, a streak of blood light swiftly approached, and a white shadow like light moved at an extraordinary speed.
"Hmm?"
Zhou Yan’s face showed a trace of surprise.
In the past Sword Burial Ancestor Star, Feng Lingqing was pursued by Ji Taichong, barely surviving, nearly perishing, and finally, they escaped in death, saved by Zhou Yan.
Now, it was Feng Lingqing pursuing Ji Taichong, and Ji Taichong was on the verge of a life-or-death situation, the situation entirely reversed.
Zhou Yan witnessed this scene, imdiately realizing, that at different tis and places, different Heavenly Dao trajectories indeed evolve.
So he was only slightly surprised, quickly becoming indifferent.
"Big brother, quickly, kill this crazy woman!"
As Zhou Yan was hovering in the air, Ji Taichong, dressed in blood-stained white, with disheveled black hair flew over, looking extrely desperate.
Yet he was thrilled beyond words, speaking to Zhou Yan in such excitent.
Such a level of emotion was truly genuine.
This was a typical way of framing and shifting hatred.
To Zhou Yan, it was just a petty trick.
Once upon a ti, facing these cultivators capable of flying, Zhou Yan himself was so small that he couldn’t withstand a single wave of energy.
And now, as Ji Taichong spoke like this, even in his Void Body’s Ding Furnace state, Zhou Yan saw right through it.
And the Sword Spirit Three Heavens realm that once seed so unattainable, and now?
It was nothing but a joke.
Zhou Yan lightly extended his hand, pointing out a terrifying Sword Intent, suppressing it down from the sky.
"Pswf—"
Ji Taichong was reduced to pulverized blood mist, shattering directly into a cloud.
The blood mist condensed in the void into a mass, unable to explode, fully suppressed by Zhou Yan right in the void.
Zhou Yan gently blew, and the Blood Qi quickly dissipated, eventually turning into faint specks of bloody impurities, falling quietly to the ground below.
Zhou Yan killed with ease and artistry, blending ruthlessness with elegance, filled with the natural charm and atmosphere.
Free, unrestrained, and at peace with oneself.
"Great Zhou Family’s Zhou Yuntian? Wangchuan Mansion’s Ji TaiXu?"
The purple-clothed woman’s face was stern, her gaze indifferent, her deanor leaning towards the frosty.
Compared to the past, she appeared much more naïve, though her body had matured, possessing the unique charm and grace of a woman, with a fascinating silhouette, yet she remained an immaculate maiden, pure and untouched by the world.
Her skin was like ice and jade, her appearance still stunningly beautiful.
Even though her realm wasn’t particularly powerful, she was still quite exceptional.
Now, with Zhou Yan’s perspective, having seen countless won, perhaps an innate closeness made this ’first’ impression profoundly morable once again.
"No, I am your husband."
Zhou Yan calmly replied.
Zhou Yan’s words didn’t sound like a lie; instead, they conveyed a natural harmony akin to that of a naturally wise race.
Zhou Yan’s gaze was equally calm, showing no hint of desire.
This simple answer, however, was extrely genuine and infectious.
"You—scoundrel, you’re asking for it! How dare you tease !"
Feng Lingqing’s fiery and decisive side imdiately erged, a flash of killing intent in her eyes, yet she held back, not truly intent on killing, just wanting to teach Zhou Yan a lesson.
The Silver Snow Sword in her hand flashed like a stream of light, stabbing toward Zhou Yan’s left rib, quick, tricky, and powerful.
Feng Lingqing’s current realm was much higher than it had been on the Sword Burial Ancestor Star, at the peak of the Sword Spirit Three Heavens.
However, this realm ant nothing in Zhou Yan’s eyes.
But he ant no disrespect; the mont her sword strike ca, Zhou Yan gently pinched the sharp Silver Snow Sword.
The Silver Snow Sword couldn’t cut through Zhou Yan’s hand.
And with Zhou Yan’s hand clutching the sword, Feng Lingqing couldn’t withdraw it.
The two were frozen in this mont, suspended in the void.
Feng Lingqing glared angrily at Zhou Yan, while Zhou Yan looked at her with calm and gentle eyes like water.
At that mont, it seed as if ti itself had stopped completely.
"Feng Lingqing, does this scene feel familiar to you? Do you feel we should have a different past?"
Zhou Yan asked.
"Sir, I ask you to behave! Do you think just because you’re stronger and know sothing about , you can forcibly insult ?"
Feng Lingqing coldly replied, her words tinged with a hint of disgust.
Seeing such an expression, Zhou Yan was montarily startled.
But he didn’t mind and said, "I am Zhou Yan, son of Zhou Wangchen. How is my mother Li Yunjin doing now? Why are you here this ti?"
As Zhou Yan spoke, he released Feng Lingqing’s sword and put so distance between them.
Feng Lingqing was stunned, then her eyes filled with suspicion, saying, "You’re Young Master Zhou Yan? Do you think I’m a child?"
Feng Lingqing’s face carried a hint of sarcasm, completely disbelieving Zhou Yan’s words.
Zhou Yan, however, was unfazed and said, "Consider lying to you then, but if you learn in the future that I once pursued you relentlessly, you might feel very happy."
Zhou Yan laughed.
Then he glanced at the sky and suddenly said, "The sky changes quickly; it’s going to snow. Autumn has arrived."
"I think you’re completely crazy! Sir, we have no quarrel with each other, and in this world, our Li Family is not to be trifled with. I hope you don’t make a mistake and let leave."
"The Silver Snow Sword Spirit Xiao Xue is quite adorable; I’ve always liked her."
Zhou Yan said.
"You’re sick!"
Even with a good temper, Feng Lingqing was montarily at a loss, coldly shouted, and turned to leave.
She left quickly, like a flash of lightning.
But whenever she thought she had left Zhou Yan behind, he would always appear by her side like a shadow that couldn’t be shaken off.
Feng Lingqing was almost about to collapse.
"You’re handso, have a good disposition, and your strength is unfathomable, truly a remarkable man, but why are you so shaless and indecent? If you want as your Daoist couple, I beg you, maybe in the next life!"
Feng Lingqing’s pretty face grew colder, scolding Zhou Yan with a stimulating and sarcastic tone.
"I’m already living in the next life, our love has spanned multiple lifetis."
Zhou Yan stretched lazily, speaking leisurely.
He had a blade of dogtail grass in his mouth, then looked at the sky again and said, "Thunder is coming!"
"You’re simply a lunatic! A pervert! How could there be thunder in such good weather?"
Feng Lingqing spoke dismissively, not believing Zhou Yan’s words at all.
The heavens have changed, and as a cultivator, how could she not sense it?
But at that mont, the heavens truly produced sudden thunder, the enormous rumbling reverberating ceaselessly, making the world tremble, and then a cold wind swept in, freezing to the bone.
"I wish to know you, our destiny is unending, with thunder in winter and snow in sumr. It’s going to snow; the Heavenly Dao is proving our love."
Zhou Yan gazed deeply at the sky, seeming to have discovered so trace of the Heavenly Dao, thus he spoke.
The thunder was imnsely loud, yet Zhou Yan’s voice was very soft.
However, his voice surpassed the thunder, reaching Feng Lingqing’s ears.
Feng Lingqing was also sowhat startled, instinctively looking at Zhou Yan properly for the first ti.
At that mont, she suddenly felt a strange fear and a mysterious heartbeat—perhaps, indeed... it felt sowhat familiar.
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