Most mories flashed by in an instant, but there was one mory where Chen Yi lingered for a mont,
It was after a certain night, when the bright moonlight fell on her remaining arm, as she lay in his embrace, quietly listening to the story of The Return of the Condor Heroes. Chen Yi thought she wasn't really listening, but later she jokingly said she was the one-ard hero.
Thinking of this, Chen Yi's body flashed like a bolt of lightning, unleashing unprecedented power.
Chen Yi desperately tried to harbor his obsessions. The seven emotions and eight sufferings Zhou Yitang discarded tornted his Heart Lake, further disrupting his energy flow and colliding against his acupoints.
Within the imnse fissure, lightning intertwined as Heavenly Thunder rolled like a white dragon.
The thunder roared, and in the vast white clouds, an abnormal power that devoured life flowed. The Mother of Non-Birth raised her pupils in furious reproach, forbidding anyone capable of Heavenly Repair to live in the world.
The fissure emitted fragnts of white lightning,
The second Heavenly Thunder followed and crashed down!
Zhou Yitang gathered Qi onto her sword, and the rushing Sword Qi surged upward like a reverse waterfall, colliding with the lightning. Both shattered bit by bit.
Yet the third Heavenly Thunder followed like a shadow, attempting to strike Zhou Yitang down in that sword's interval.
Zhou Yitang had just sent forth one sword, yet she spun around, raised her sword again, and struck once more.
The phenona in the clouds did not cease there.
Again and again, the fourth, fifth, and sixth Heavenly Thunder dragged white light as they exploded forth!
Zhou Yitang's Sword Qi was fully unleashed, her long black hair disheveled and drifting, as if she were wrestling with several Jiao Dragons. Her feet stomped the ground, her body forcibly sinking half a zhang into the cliff's top.
She strained to turn her head to glance at Chen Yi. He showed no sign of escaping through the fissure, instead persistently harboring his obsessions.
An exhausted Zhou Yitang retracted her sword and struck the Heavenly Thunder anew. Her figure was now teetering, forcing her to raise her hand to close the gap ant for Chen Yi's escape.
A trace of unwilling anger flitted by, and for a mont she forgot her role as a ntor, shouting, "Are you crazy!"
Chen Yi turned a deaf ear, stepping onto the clouds at the peak without pause, diligently harboring obsessions, ignoring the excruciating pain in his mind. He resembled a man dying of thirst, racing through the desert, chasing an unattainable mirage.
Cangwu Peak trembled uneasily with each strike of the Heavenly Thunder, cracking into hideous fissures, as if scolding and warning this person who overestimates themselves.
Everywhere in sight was withered and desolate.
Chen Yi's chest heaved like a bellows, his entire body drenched at so point, blood flowing freely.
He recalled many things, mories, and forgotten events, like watching flowers gallop by on horseback. When he first ascended the mountain, she wasn't disdainful but indifferent. Lu Ying, playing tricks to deceive him, secretly annotated her Swordsmanship late at night for his practice. The admonitions from the ancestral teacher about sword instruction kept her constantly uneasy... She was no longer the unattainable figure on the mountain; the past emotions gradually revealed themselves to his eyes.
He had no idea how many obsessions he had harbored. The visible obsessions of Cangwu Peak were reducing, while his Heart Lake was covered in scars.
Zhou Yitang watched him run wildly again, striving to encompass all her obsessions from past lives to the present.
At the sa ti, as the obsessions faded, her forr Martial Arts First Grade and Nascent Soul Realm cultivation gradually perated her entire body.
The Heavenly Thunder suddenly arose.
Things had co to this point; Zhou Yitang could do nothing about him, only strive to do her utmost.
The swirling clouds grew denser. The successive Heavenly Thunder earlier now seed to converge, the clouds pressing ever lower, pouring out of the Mother of Non-Birth's mouth. Vast white Heavenly Thunder rolled wildly.
The abnormal power that perated the clouds earlier swept away, no longer having that cloying sweet scent. The remaining Spiritual Energy manifested by the Mother of Non-Birth all converged at one place.
All remaining Heavenly Thunder rged into one.
Zhou Yitang raised her Ruoque Sword at the cliff's edge once more.
Mighty as a rainbow, she extended it toward the Heavenly Thunder.
Then, the Sword Qi shattered piece by piece, the unstoppable Heavenly Thunder crashing through with countless lightning and fire, like a vast and majestic thunder river cascading down.
A long-lost hint of surprise crossed the gaze of the one-ard woman.
Divine, Shu, in ancient writing, "Shu" resembles lightning crossing the sky. Heavenly Thunder has always been beyond human grasp. The inventor of the script had reasons, never shooting without aiming. Zhou Yitang also knew a modest secret: the ancient gods controlled the Heavenly Dao, born as the primordials of heaven and earth. However, the ancient era has long passed; ancient gods have since fallen, transford in myriad ways, already little known. The Heavenly Dao thus left vacant, controlled by later-created deities living off incense, among which the Mother of Non-Birth was one.
So, Zhou Yitang didn't anticipate that the Mother of Non-Birth would resort to such extre asures, exhausting millennia of incense while injuring her foundational existence to summon such overpowering force.
Her hand gradually lost strength, even the form of the Ruoque Sword trembling, distorting in the thunder, eventually fragnting bit by bit…
Amidst the mountain crumbling and the earth splitting, a peculiar crackling sound startled the near-exhausted Chen Yi. The mountain beneath his feet shook, and he madly sought to harbor the remaining obsessions, like a great whale opening its mouth wide, engulfing all in the sea.
Tongxuan gazed downward, sighed softly, and his figure suddenly rose, sweeping to Zhou Yitang's side, with unreadable eyes.
The one-ard woman barely supporting herself turned her head for a glance, the first eting of her true self and Heart Demon, their gazes now eerily alike.
Tongxuan softly said, "Enough, let it go."
Zhou Yitang's brows slightly furrowed, unclear whether from hidden emotional scars or nearing her limits. She made no response, only after a long while did she perceptibly nod her head…
Yet she saw Tongxuan extend a hand, joining hers to grip the Ruoque Sword together, facing the Heavenly Thunder.
A trace of the Heart Demon slowly lded into her heart, soundlessly transforming back into pure obsession, leaving only a thread. Slowly, even the thread faded, with nothing left but distant and yellowed mories, from when he first ca up the mountain and when she still sat alone aloft...
So people are foolish, always hoping certain mories could stay forever.
She silently said, "Enough."
The obsession vanished, no longer fixating on false visions, though the lightning continued to pour, she seed unaware,
In an instant, Sword Heart completely clear.
One sword cleaved through the void.
The entire Heavenly Thunder was forcibly sliced back into the void.
The vast thunder, like a Jiao Dragon traversing rivers, headed straight for the Mother of Non-Birth, reverberating with bright lightning, shaking everything in sight.
After the turmoil, the pair of vertical pupils froze montarily before shattering like glass.
She was once again truly the ninth under heaven, only sothing was missing, a piece absent from her heart...
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