Chapter 192: The Husband's Absence Has Left Her With Wh
on.Because throughout the long history of the "Holy Race," the Dragon God has been their only faith. The Dragon God's grace is the source of all their pride and self-respect.Can hawks also be "blessed...The graceful figure of Ji Yan was as beautiful as shattered glass, disappearing in a blink.
Then the mirror facing Jiang Wang fell, and the surface was covered with a web of cracks.
And above that moon, Ji Lan's last remaining human form also began to crack!
Like a not-so-fine, reddish porcelain piece, about to be shattered into fragments and swept into the dust heap.
Even as a treasured artifact of the ancient Demon Court, aiding the ancient Demon Emperor in ruling the world and restraining powerful demons, it was not an easy feat to strip Gilanxian of her dragon form, or even take her away. For thousands of years, this supreme artifact had focused solely on slaying dragons, sacrificing everything else in exchange for absolute dominance over the dragon race.
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The beautiful woman's rouge was first scattered, her painted face cracked in the mirror afterward. The orchid of the family also split apart later on.
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Why did Fu Hai say at that time, "Now we will be together forever."
Because he had already seen his own ending.
Seeing that he was going to be destroyed with Ji Yanru.
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From beginning to end, facing Ji Yan who emerged from the red-painted mirror like a killing goddess, with a single mind focused on possessing him and using his reflection as a tool, all the way until his path to transcendence was cut off, his perfect Dao body was stripped away, and even now that his mortal form is shattered, he hasn't managed to mount even a sliver of resistance.
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Either or not, or unable to.
...or only he himself knows.
He, as the peerless genius of the Sea Clan, risked everything and went into hiding among humans to study. Yu Zheng's daring act back then, infiltrating the mortal world and seeking the union of dragon and demon, is strikingly similar!
He dared not go to those prominent, prestigious families and instead sought guidance from commoners. To his surprise, he found himself able to comprehend diverse schools of thought and mastered numerous disciplines through this unconventional approach.
He took on a human form to cultivate the Dao, yet retained his divine powers. In the heavenly secret realm of treasure trove, he hastened the maturity of the mirrored flowers and moonlit waters. He calculated the time when all could leap upward, cultivated twin-blooming flowers and induced their blooming, using illusions to appear genuine. At the crucial moment, his cultivation could rival that of a true king of humanity who had once dominated the seas…
He had calculated everything, waiting only for this final step; he truly and finally took that last step—
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...but it was all in vain!
At this moment, he thought a lot.
Spiritual awakening occurred on a night of apocalyptic thunder, with tens of thousands of miles of lightning devouring everything. He miraculously trembled outside the range of the raging electric light.
He saw charred bodies of his own kind covering nearly the entire surface of the sea, as far as his eyes could see, a layer upon layer of gray and black.
He saw lightning strike the seabed, breaking through the crust. Lava erupted, engulfing many sea creatures who couldn't escape in time. Finally, it cooled and solidified, becoming mountaintops.
That was when his intelligence first bloomed, the time he first became a member of the Sea Tribe. It could also be considered his rebirth. And the vast ocean gave him a grand birthday celebration.
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He will never forget that fear!
Back then, if he hadn't come to the human race, with his peerless talent, he could have still achieved greatness. However, if the Sea Race can't truly learn from humans and understand them, they won't stand a chance to breathe, let alone fight back to their former glory.
In the past, the demon court ruled the world. The human race were slaves, servants, pawns, and food for the demons. They crawled in search of knowledge, learning from the demons until they finally subdued them.
Now that the human race oppresses all heavens and worlds, the sea people are confined to the vast ocean, struggling just to survive. How could they possibly isolate themselves and wait for death
He is the most talented of the Hai Clan, innovating spells, elevating wise masters, and optimizing systems.
He also wanted to be the most extraordinary among humans, starting from a body recognized by the world and possessing peerless talent. He had done so many things, killing Ji Yanru with his own hands was just one of them.
Though he encompasses both humanity and the races of the sea, there can be no perfect solution in this world… He can only make a choice.
He just walked all the way here.
Every individual who is qualified to reach greatness must undoubtedly be someone who firmly believes in themselves. They must invariably harbor an unwavering ideal and possess an unyielding determination that transcends any obstacle.
But at this moment, he asked himself, did he regret it
He is always striving, thinking, and exploring. He is always learning, practicing, and strengthening himself.
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He had lived for so long, yet now, looking back, the memories worth savoring were few and far between. And the most vivid fragments were his cruellest proofs...
At this time, he heard a strange noise.
This sound wasn't actually strange, it was just like a knife piercing flesh.
But it was strange to him, for he had always been the one to kill, not the one who was killed.
Ji Lan lowered her head in disbelief at first, the first thing she saw was a pair of crimson eyes. Looking up from below, those eyes seemed like swords piercing through her.
Of course, he could see the shadow of the imperial secret scripture "Dry Yang's Eye" from the Great Chang Dynasty.
He naturally recognized it. The sword piercing his heart at this moment was wielded by the young man who had used himself as a shield to protect Ji Yanru from getting closer. It was the same brat who loudly claimed that Ji Yanru was not haggard, but rather incredibly beautiful and flawless!
Here comes the little god! Here comes the little god...
Perhaps he was lost in memories, unable to extricate himself. Perhaps the shattering of his path to transcendence also took away his will. Perhaps the pain of his dragon body being stripped away and his human form collapsing was too great. In any case, Jilan paused for a moment before raising her palm, but all that remained before her was a blue cloud mark, and on her body, only a sword wound ran through it… The person had come and gone!
I am Fuhai, I am the first of Gu Lan!
I have ascended to the peak three times, and my three bodies have all manifested the Dao.
I once embarked on the path of transcendence, greatness was just a step away.
Your humble presence...
How dare you!
Looking at this human boy constantly retreating, shifting his position, and calmly searching for an opportunity, Jilan first felt surprise, then a tinge of amusement. This young whippersnapper dares to fight
In the immense weightlessness of falling, he immediately grasped his balance and spread his five fingers.
Even if he had fallen to the path of decline, even if his body only held the truth of the void, even if his cultivation was still falling, his understanding of combat was something that no divine cultivator could compare to.
He spread his fingers slightly, as if about to crush a hapless ant, intending to kill this reckless young man and teach him a lesson about opening his eyes.
When the power of terror unleashed, he felt a strong resistance from the mirror image. Of course, this couldn't affect his power at all, but this feeble yet persistent resistance stunned him.
When a person is weak, their heart becomes fragile as well.
At this moment, he remembered a great deal.
He even thought that thousands of years later, the first sincere smile without a trace of hatred he saw on Ji Yanru's face was because this kid shouted out loudly with such beauty.
How brave a little thing.
What a vibrant life force!
Reflecting on his life, he had never been young, and the eternally youthful Ji Yanru, too, felt her heart grow old and weary.
A pity that a fair face grows old in the mirror,the rouge kills the person in the reflection.
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Time is too cruel! And he ultimately failed to transcend it.
For the rest of his life, he was trapped in a cage of time and space, unable to exist outside of it.
But in this vast world, who is not imprisoned within their own cage
Thinking about this, Gu Lan first withdrew her gaze, slightly spreading her five fingers and pushing upwards gently, bringing out a water mirror. The mirror reflected a pair of twins, they sat back to back, each looking in different directions, showing only one side profile.
They have such similar features, yet their faces are so different.
Zhu Suyao's expression was cold, her eyes venomous.
The bamboo is emerald green, its branches longing for the distant horizon, on the verge of tears...
This is a place that has long been accustomed to, a place where countless tasks have been completed and countless trials have been experienced: the Heavenly Fortune Secret Realm. There are all sorts of people here, and stories waiting to be read that cycle endlessly.
Zhubi Qiong had returned to this place, as if the days she spent away had never truly happened, or perhaps they were just one of the many stories within the myriad tales of Tianfu Secret Realm.
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Yes, she withered on the Tianya Stage in 3919 of the Daoli era, dying the moment she left Jiang Wang's embrace and was buried within the Yue Men.
The so-called return of Man Yue Tan, achieving the true transmission of the Fishing Sea Tower, becoming decisive and ruthless, helping Jiang Wang find news of Fourteenth, helping to kill Zhang Linchuan's substitute incarnation, actively participating in the war between realms… but it was just a dream she shivered in the cold wind.
This world is too cold, she's a... fragile person who can't live without her embrace.
But even if it was just a story, even if it was just reading a story, she didn't want that person to die. She also wanted to stop it, a false stopping, over and over again.
The light in front of her shifted, objects changing, shadows flowing like waterfalls.
Another story, she thought dazedly.
But there was a voice in his ear —
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The time has come to say goodbye.
The last task is to test your cultivation.
I have given you the same teachings, the same upbringing, and treated you all equally.
But even a dream of Huangliang, like a mirror flower and water moon, cannot become true.
Flowers can grow in pairs, but humans cannot be born as twins.
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Only one of you can be the "true" one.
Who is the flower in the mirror, and who is the one who combs their hair before it
I also look forward to the answer.
Then let's begin, in the simplest way, with your battles, tell me who is true.
The voice is very familiar, and the content of the speech is understandable.
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While Zhú Bì Qióng stood there, bewildered, she saw that she was in a huge circular plaza. Her sister, Zhú Sù Yáo, was standing opposite her.
To fight and battle one's own sister, to determine the only... "true" one
A tremendous fear gripped her heart, an indescribable emotion that tore through her like a monster, engulfing her.
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Why, even after death, are we forced to hide in the corners of a fantasy world and still face such choices
>Why...
"Why don't you listen to me" she heard her sister say.
She saw her sister approaching her.
"No...no..." She shook her head, retreating constantly, pursing her lips as if she wanted to cry but forcing herself not to.
This is her older sister, her dearest and closest relative.
Her first time opening her meridians, her first time learning Daoist arts, her first time flying in the air... were all under her sister's guidance.
"I told you a long time ago, there isn't a good man in the world!" Zhu Suyao clenched her hands, forming incantations, and unleashed terrifying waves of demonic energy. Her expression was sinister as she advanced menacingly: "Why are you so foolish You repeat my mistakes! You keep making the same errors again and again!"
"No," Zhu Biqiong shook her head and retreated. It seemed like she only knew how to shake her head and retreat. Like she was always the one who, after leaving her sister's wing, couldn't live on her own, a useless person: "It's not like that. At least he isn't like that."
"Isn't that so" Zhu Suyao's eyes were terrifying, her voice sharp: "You like him so much, treat him well in every way, but he ignores you! You fight for him, and what does he say Just friends!"
"He's just... a friend." Zhū Bì Qióng trembled, dodging and clinging to that statement. "He's fine. He didn't do anything wrong to me."
"You stand there for me!" Zhú Sù Yáo shouted angrily, "Since you dare to oppose me, then show me your strength and fight me! Defend what you want to defend! Are you a waste Where are your magical arts Your divine powers How did I teach you!"
"No, no!" Zhu Biqiong stood firm, her eyes tightly closed, unable to bear to look ahead as tears streamed down her face: "You kill me, you kill me, sister! I'm fake, I'm in the mirror, I'm useless, I should have died long ago!"
Zhugusuo Yao slapped her to the ground.
The sharp shout rang out: "Get up! Fight back!"
Zhu Biqing lay on the ground, refusing to get up. She curled into a ball and sobbed, "I can't beat you, I don't want to fight."
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Zhu Suyao stepped forward and kicked her away without mercy!
"I'll call you... back!"
Zhu Biqiong was kicked up by this kick and fell to her knees again. She simply buried her head in her hands, crying heartbrokenly: "Woooo, sister, please kill me, I beg you, woooo, I'm so sad..."
Zhu Su Yao flew to her front, coldly grabbing her hair and lifting her up. Forcing her to look at him: "Open your eyes! Open them!"
Zhu Bi Qiong was clutching her eyes tightly shut, screaming: "No! I won't!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Zhuge Su Yao slapped Lian Shan a few times: "Open your eyes! Fight back! Open your eyes! Fight back! I make you look at me, I make you fight back!"
"Don't hit me, don't hit me anymore, sister, it hurts!" Zhū Bì Qióng cried out, raising her arms to shield her face.
But Zhú Sù Yáo opened her arms again and again, slapping face after face. "I asked you to fight back! Fight back! Fight back!!!"
"Get out of here!" Zhu Biqiong finally couldn't bear it any longer, pushing forward with both hands!
Her hands felt a soft resistance, yet they glided forward smoothly. The sensation wasn't like pushing against a person, but rather pushing into a block of tofu.
Her terrified eyes, wet with tears, opened wide to see her own hands plunged into her sister's chest. The beating thing she touched was her sister's heart!
Oh! Oh!! Oh!!!
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She wanted to pull away in terror, but her arms were held fast!
Zhuge Suyao gripped her younger sister's hand tightly, pressing it against her own heart. With those venomous eyes, she stared intensely at her: "Remember this, Biqiong. Whoever harms you, you must kill them. Even if that person... is me."
The blood near her heart was so hot, Zhu Biqiong felt her hand burned, and her sister's palm was like an iron hoop! It squeezed her so painfully, the pain reached her own heart.
Her little face was scrunched up, her eyes squeezed into strange shapes, and big tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably.
Zhu Suyao pressed Bamboo Biqiong's hands tightly with her left hand, squeezing her own heart. She raised her right hand and gently brushed Bamboo Biqiong's hair, saying in the faintest, heart-exploding thump: "Don't love anymore, silly child."
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Unless someone... loves you like I do.
The feeling of burning in my hands had vanished, and the tightness around my arms felt like a hallucination.
Zhu Bi's tearful eyes, glazed with despair, watched her sister disappear before her, like a soap bubble fading into thin air. She reached out with her empty hands in vain, grasping at nothing!
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She opened her mouth and cried out, but there was no sound!
The flower in the mirror is out of reach, and the moon in the water has already gone far.
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The world before my eyes, the world where my vanished sister once existed, is shrinking endlessly.
Only Zhu Biqiong remained kneeling there. The world that had once embraced her had become a transparent seed before her eyes, and it flew into her heart.
She lifted her tear-filled eyes. The first thing she saw was Fuhai's face, and then, the moon he stood upon. After the moon came the vast dark expanse of the sky, with faint glimmers of gold hidden within.
A tapestry of pain, stitched together with bloody threads, closed the rift in the heavens. Its immensity, choked by a suffocating grandeur, bore no resemblance to the blood pumping within a heart.
She vaguely understood that she had once again emerged from the illusory realm of Mirror Flower, Water Moon. And here she still was, on the grand battlefield of delusion, a tiny speck amidst it all.
She instinctively turned her head, searching for that familiar figure.
But she found herself unable to move.
>When will it be up to me!
Standing on the sea, bathed in moonlight, he resembled a deity, overlooking Zhu Biqiong kneeling before him and Jiang Wang, who had suddenly mobilized his power from afar, approaching with extraordinary martial arts.
Xuanyuan Shuo and Gao Jie's stalemate continued, neither willing to retreat first nor able to advance further.
When he raised his hand to cover the sea, he suddenly realized that his power could no longer interfere with it.
The descent of this mortal body continues, plummeting from the level of a top-tier true person.
The feeling of disorientation in the body, like this damned life itself.
That's enough...
He stared at the reckless human boy with a terrifying gaze, sending him flying back with blood spurting from his wounds.
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Only then did he withdraw his gaze, still looking at Zhú Bì Qióng, this little girl he had known for a long time and spent a lot of time with.
Looking at her thinness, her fragility, her lack of fortitude and softness.
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A white flower blooms among the ruins.
Flowers blossom, yet people are unaware; flowers wither, and no one feels pity.
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"Fùhǎi slowly opened his mouth: 'Unexpectedly, the reflection of flowers and moon was just a dream. In the end, it was you, so weak, who became the only true thing I cultivated.'"
"Is this a dream or reality Am I human, or am I of the sea clan Sometimes, I can't even tell anymore."
What should I say...
"There was once a person who loved me just as much as you do now. But I didn't cherish it."
"You weren't cherished either."
> Loving someone who doesn't love you back is the most unfortunate thing in the world.
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He raised a finger, pointing it towards Zhu Biqiong's brow: "You and I are fated to meet. Erasing your love would be my final gift."
This distant finger, ethereal and untraceable.
There were no dazzling lights or feelings of upheaval.
Zhu Biqiong had just suddenly discovered that she could move. She instinctively turned her head and saw the man who had stopped his flying body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and once again came rushing over with his sword drawn.
She discovered that he wasn't as brilliant and invincible as she had thought. He was just like her, caught in the grand game of life, powerless to control his own destiny.
She was still weeping, still feeling the sorrow. She remembered everything she and Jiang Wang had gone through, she even knew that Jiang Wang wanted to come save her. But looking at this person now, there were no more turbulent waves in her heart.
Tranquil as an ancient well, undisturbed by ripples.
The concern I once had for this person is still fresh in my memory, but it feels like someone else's story now, distant and separated by a layer, like looking at myself in a mirror.
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She understood that from now on, her joys and sorrows had nothing to do with this person.
My chest hurt, it should be the feeling of sadness, but she no longer felt sad.
Why are you still crying
It seems to be a habit of this body.
She turned back, stood up, and walked toward Fuhǎi.
During this process, frost colored her eyebrows. Her willow-like brows gradually turned white.
Huái Island has camellias, which are different from others.
Because the bird's appearance resembles a man returning home, but not to his wife, hence it is called "The White Browed Thrush."
At this moment, she walks among the heavens, resembling a blooming flower.
Fu Hai looked at the work before him. Although his own cultivation was still falling, from Dong Zhen to Shen Lin, although his body was already shaky and on the verge of breaking, he smiled with satisfaction.
He claimed it was a gift, but he never asked Bamboo Jade if she wanted it.
While it may be said to be compassion, it is closer to a condescending handout from on high.
Just as he once treated these two sisters as mirrors reflecting one another, choosing the single "true" one among them. He only cared for his own feelings and need not consider the feelings of those insignificant ants.
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We were born unparalleled, even though in the end we will be broken.
When one comes to this world, there is always something to leave behind.
White eyebrow bamboo, jade qiong
That sounds good, there should be some interesting developments in the story.
It's not exciting, that's fine, at least this chapter has been interesting up to now.
Everything will come to an end.
Fùhǎi's gaze shifted from the girl to the young man who had just rushed over. He furrowed his brow slightly, wondering whether to praise the boy's courage or admonish him for his recklessness.
He was well-versed in a hundred schools of thought and could speak to people's hearts. But it was obvious that he didn't understand Jiang Wang.
Though still a thousand or hundreds of paces away, he first unleashed a sword light across the heavens.
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Boom boom boom!
In the divine realm, a supreme and sacred stone gate bursts open! A five-colored Buddha's palm emerges, holding a gleaming golden scepter, resembling a pestle for subduing demons.
Fúhǎi simply lifted his hand and took the Buddha's palm, then sent it back along with the golden light to behind the Shimen. He even closed the door!
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Trivial tricks!
But just after the clash in the Spirit World, he was still considering what kind of punishment to give that boy, his sword pointed at the sword light. Covering the sea suddenly saw a surge of Daoist techniques rushing towards him!
The emerald green bamboo!
In the realm of souls, that stone door that had been shut was once again forcibly opened, supreme and awe-inspiring, subjugating all nations. Following it were countless massive thoughts that surged out of the gate, like thousands upon thousands of soldiers charging into battle!
And then in the surging tide of Daoist techniques in the real world, Bai Mei Zhū Bì Qióng's figure suddenly emerged. With a wave of her hand, she swept across his neck!
Rust bones and flying birds! The palm stretches across, the neck of the overturning sea opens a large circle of blood, splashing well-written.
His hands had been clenched into fists and then relaxed.
"I was going to die anyway," he mumbled, sounding a little wronged.
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In the final moments, he did not ask why, nor did he do anything else, but burst into laughter: "The one who loved me most is also the one who hated me most. The one I cultivated is also the one who destroyed me. Everything I have ever loved does not exist, and everything I have imagined cannot be realized. Three bodies derive from Tao, two clans merge, transcendence in one life, all are illusions, a mirage! Fate! Wonderful beyond words!!!"
His body, along with his voice, shattered and dissolved as if melting into the moonlight. In a way no one had ever anticipated, his legend came to an end.
Zhu Biqiong turned before the bright moon, gazing at Jiang Wang. Her white eyebrows and hair were bathed in moonlight.
Jiang Wang's figure, flying with great speed, suddenly stopped.
"How are you" he asked.
Zhu Biqiong remembered this person, so she said: "Not bad!"t both the Dragon God and Master Guanyin are not orthodox cultivators of Shinto. Moreover, Master Guanyin clearly has great confidence in his True Spirit Dao, regarding it as the path he will follow t...