The once bustling Central Capital has turned into a wasteland, the wide and clear Jade Ribbon River has dried up, and the earth is covered with scars, bodies, and blood mingling in every inch of soil.
This place has beco a land of death, with Yin Fiend Qi, the stench of blood, and lava gushing from the earth’s cracks making it look even more like Hell.
Rumble!
The Thirty-Three Layer Ten Thousand Forms Massacre descended from the sky, instantly leveling the ruins, closing the cracked earth, and gradually calming the surging lava.
It stood tall on the earth again, emitting a faint golden light that dispelled all the sinister energies, restoring calm to this desolate and ruined land.
In the Treasure Pagoda’s Thirty-Third Layer, a Golden Tripod brimming with golden liquid, inhaling and exhaling the fortune of the eight directions.
"Ten years later, when fortune is at its peak, and the world is united in heart, it will be the ti of upheaval, refining heaven and earth..."
Yi Hongchen’s cool voice echoed within the pagoda.
...
Celestial Law-Controlling Sect.
The news that Chong Shan had saved the disciples of the Yuncang Sword Sect and that ’Yi Wushuang’ was missing had already spread back.
Yi Mingshu slowly walked out of the Dharma Form Hall, speaking heavily and wearily, "From today onwards, I relinquish my position as Sect Leader, and if I do not capture Lu Chengfeng, I will never return to the mountain."
His voice echoed in every corner of the Sect, and then with a wave of his hand, released Li Jingyao, Zhao Zhijing, Han Zhishen, and others.
"Hahaha, Yi Mingshu, you old bastard, you finally have your day? It’s hilarious, you actually treated your enemy as your son, you’re truly blind..." Li Jingyao laughed recklessly, the Blood Evil Qi of the Dragon-slaying Saber in her hand emanating a purple glow.
Yi Mingshu, however, was unmoved, just secretly shaking his head, "This woman is still so brainless, with that statent, she has no chance whatsoever of becoming Sect Leader... In the end, it benefits Qi Lingxi."
’Yi Wushuang’ was once enshrined as the Taoist, but the ancestor personally gave that title, and Li Jingyao’s statent practically insulted the ancestor too. How could she have any future prospects?
The ancestor has never been a forgiving person!
"Enough, it’s all irrelevant to now."
Yi Mingshu sighed, his son was gone, and he had no attachnt to the position of Sect Leader anymore.
"Lu Chengfeng, you’d better not fall into my hands."
"Otherwise, I’ll show you what it ans to wish for death over life..."
He took a step, reaching the firmant, and then continued step by step, gradually disappearing from everyone’s sight.
The once-mighty Sect Leader of the Celestial Law-Controlling Sect, left the mountain alone, with no one seeing him off, no one bowing, no one following, solitary, his silhouette appearing sowhat desolate against the vast sky.
Today, he was nothing more than a father who had lost his son!
...
Han River Wharf.
Zhao Tianyou gritted his teeth, saying to Li Mo beside him, "You better give a good reason for directly kidnapping Liu Wu’s consort, are you tired of living?"
"Do you have any idea how many people are hunting us down right now?"
Li Mo glanced back at the beauty wrapped in a sack by him, smiled, and said, "Just consider it doing him one last favor. After this, I wish to ask him for a chance."
Zhao Tianyou snorted coldly, "You’re still so loyal to him, after all these years, you’re still willing to follow his orders willingly."
Li Mo shook his head and chuckled, "Loyal? He sighed, looking at Su Wanqing, who was walking behind them, feeling a mix of emotions.
After being together for so many years, he’d long developed feelings of admiration for his senior sister, having subtly hinted a few tis in private.
But each ti, Su Wanqing rejected him.
"I know, your heart belongs to that person."
"Since you don’t want to seek him out, I’ll do things for him and ask him to give you a chance."
No one could understand the pain and struggle in Li Mo’s heart, watching the woman he loved admire another, yet he could only proactively send her to that man’s bed.
Su Wanqing noticed his gaze, and her eyelids slightly trembled, yet she did not look up, nor did she et his eyes.
All these years, how could she not know Li Mo’s feelings?
But that man had once said he’d marry her...
Even after years, and his image gradually fading from mory, she found it hard to forget.
Sotis, even she didn’t know what she was holding on to.
"Perhaps I just want to see him one more ti!"
"After seeing him, I should have my own life too."
"Continuously chasing, waiting, guarding, it’s really exhausting."
She touched the short sword at her waist, called Cyan Snake, a weapon once collected by the Handso Yama. When parting at Han River Wharf, Lu Chengfeng had given it to her as a token of his affection.
"Lu Chengfeng, where are you now?"
...
The battle in the Central Capital seed to extinguish all the clamor and undercurrents in the world, as Yi Hongchen subdued the Red Dragon with Divine Techniques and then personally went to Dongting Lake to slay the Cyan Dragon beneath it.
Everyone knew that the Ten Thousand Forms Massacre was an Immortal’s Magical Treasure, within which the true forms of the Cyan and Red Dragons were suppressed.
In just three months, heroes from all quarters gathered in the Central State.
All the prominent families in the world humbly and proactively offered vast amounts of wealth, resources, and manpower.
In the face of absolute power, which could sweep away everything, those once arrogant, locally dominant, self-proclaid kings from the prominent families and local strongn were as obedient as rabbits.
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