For what purpose does life exist?
For whom does one toil throughout a lifetime?
Seven souls, six lives, a bitter heart accumulating thoughts that one by one shatter…
Once, hundreds of thousands believed in “no birth, ultimate bliss, eternal freedom from worry,” yet it is a place so empty, so monotonous.
Among these, any one would be a blow sufficient to overturn a life.
And he endured each and every one.

In the high heavens of the No Birth world, the mist scattered, and the sky was a mournful white.
Just as human civilization rises from fire, the ‘人’ character sword, at this moment, was ignited by Samadhi True Fire.
As knowledge enriched, the Samadhi True Fire only grew stronger, piercing Zhang Linchuan’s defenses with greater ease. And from Linzi to here, so many efforts were all for this “understanding of its Samadhi.” At this moment, the red flames blazed high, Longxiangsi raised aloft, a glory like the first torch in endless night, illuminating this miserable and evil world, tearing apart the barriers of the No Birth world, forging a path for life and death!
The Sword Immortal’s state, simple and integrated, opened a new chapter for this world.
And Zhang Linchuan merely lowered his head coldly, gazing at the approaching sword, gazing at Jiang Wang, also burning like a fierce flame, and said indifferently, “I walk my path, and my path is simple. If Heaven does not tolerate me, I break Heaven. If Earth does not tolerate me, I break Earth. If you do not tolerate me… I kill you!”
With one hand, he shattered the frost wind in his grasp!
Black flames ignited around his entire body. Look closer, how could that be mere firelight? Within every wisp of firelight, countless dim electric lights danced. They were shadowy and indistinct, they were malevolent and noisy, yet they were also vibrant with vitality.

Divine Heaven Soaring Nether Thunder Forbidden Law!
It was still the framework of the Nether Thunder Forbidden Law, but infused with the understanding of a true god of the present world. Its killing power was enhanced, its potential enriched, its domain expanded.
Looking from afar, against the vast backdrop of the empty sky, the two figures, one wreathed in black flame and one in red flame, collided.
Half of the high dome was dim, Nether Thunder electric flashes spanning thousands of miles.
Half of the ground was brilliant, red flames blooming and burning the turbid world.
In this vast No Birth world, this was an unprecedented collision, this bloody battle was a scene of creation, of splitting heaven and earth.
Black and red, they met and then separated.
Crimson was falling, the red sea was ebbing!
That dimness only paused for a moment, then poured down again irretrievably, pressing down the firelight of civilization.
Even if five lives had perished, six substitutes lost, and five of the nine calamities already defeated.
At least in this No Birth world, Zhang Linchuan was still infinitely close to a true god of the present world.
He admitted that Jiang Wang’s grasp of combat opportunities was superb, but under the crushing force of power, the more accurate the grasp of combat opportunities, the faster one died.
Jiang Wang fell all the way, spitting blood all the way!
And Zhang Linchuan pursued him all the way.
In the endless Nether Thunder and red flames, those red-gold eyes always confronted him.
As early as Fenglin City, there was never weakness in those eyes, always neither humble nor arrogant, firm in self. This firmness made Zhang Linchuan feel a momentary trance, as if even the bloodstain on his lips had a kind of immortal persistence.
Zhang Linchuan did not feel respect, nor of course did he feel amusement.
He only felt some regret. He had come this far, feeling that every step was taken as perfectly as possible, achieving the limit of his ability within limited conditions… but failing to strangle Jiang Wang early on was perhaps a flaw.
He was not a perfectionist; occasionally, a mistake could be compensated for.
Now was the time for compensation.
He gripped his fist, drew back, and the Nether Thunder’s dark light flickered around his fist peak. It vaguely caused a co-tremble of heaven and earth.
Life and death were upon him!
Then he saw, in Jiang Wang’s eyes, that immortal red-gold color now shone throughout his body, reflecting his person like a golden-bodied Buddha. In what seemed like an unending fall, he once again drew out a snow-bright sword.

Dao Way One Sword!
The moment of facing enemies under heaven, it was not Zhang Linchuan alone who possessed it; Jiang Wang had also experienced it.
But even when wanted publicly on the Mirror World Stage, when reviled by the people under heaven, there were always people who believed in him, always people who supported him, always people who worked for his innocence.
Of course, there were also always people who worked for Zhang Linchuan – either thinking how to run far away so as not to be implicated by him, or thinking how to chase and kill him.
Jiang Wang had experienced the darkest times, and also the most glorious times.
In the dark times, all under heaven thought him a demon; in the glorious times, all under heaven knew him as an absolute world prodigy, extinguishing the No Birth Sect with a single word.
In this dark and glorious period, between this valley and peak, what always remained unchanged was that “I.”
Thus, there was this one style of True Self Dao Sword—
Non I praise I all Non I!
This was his second style of True Self Dao Sword after “fighting handle points north, all under heaven is winter,” namely, he gained insight during the ten-thousand-mile pursuit of Zhang Linchuan.
This sword is divided into two styles: if pressed down, the world slanders it; if lifted up, the world praises it.
In an endless fall, Jiang Wang lifted with this sword!
The sword edge, like snow, actually cut out five colors and ten lights.
That was countless praise, infinite flattery, the floating light of endless present-world luxury.
The light was strange, the land strange, floating and ethereal.
Everything on this sword seemed to lose quality, lose “self.” Countless dim thunder lights became illusory bubble shadows, losing their essential killing power.
Even Zhang Linchuan himself was invaded by this sword intent; his body became dim and uncertain, transforming from a terrifyingly real strong man into an illusory and uncertain bubble shadow.
This one sword’s killing power towards the divine path was too strong.
The divine path, in many instances, is the condensation of the illusory, faith power gathered into a god, delusion crystallizing into reality.
And this one style of Dao Sword uses delusion to exaggerate delusion, uses dreams to adorn mirages.
Because there is too much exaggeration, too much false adornment, it erases that one point of “truth” that the divine path might possess.

The fall of the red tide had stopped.
The sword edge of five colors and ten lights lifted.
Jiang Wang’s Dao Sword was so powerful.
But in the shattering Nether Thunder light shadows, Zhang Linchuan’s indifferent eyes clearly reflected the outline of Longxiangsi.
Stripping away the strange light and strange land, he spied the true essence of the sword.
And then his fist smashed the sword tip!

Once, hundreds of thousands of believers, each and every one worshipped me as a god.
What does it matter if the world praises it? Could it once move my Dao heart?
Your Jiang Wang’s world-praising, I Zhang Linchuan have also experienced long ago!

Fist and sword actually produced a clash of metal.
This sound was truly like an alarm bell ringing!
Crack, crack, crack, crack.
With clear bone-cracking sounds, Jiang Wang’s right hand holding the sword shattered inch by inch, and dropped down. His left hand reached out, grabbing the falling sword. His entire body fell again, blood splattering across the long sky.
And Zhang Linchuan stood high in the dome, glancing at his own fist, which had been cut in half by the sword edge, and at the constantly dripping blood on the face of his fist, unable to be completely stopped—a too sharp sword intent raged within it, even he needed time to carefully cleanse it.
He looked at the falling Jiang Wang with some complexity. It was exactly this one style of Dao Sword that left him with some unspeakable emotions, not because of the sword’s strength, but because it embodied a heart seeking the Dao, unmoved by the myriad worlds.
In a certain sense, Jiang Wang and he were the same person. Both walked out of a small place, both persisted in self, unmoved by the myriad worlds, exerting maximum effort in every step, doing their best.
Only, his choice was always “best for me,” while Jiang Wang, in many instances, was desperately fighting for others. He was ruthless and extinguishing his nature, never believing anyone. Jiang Wang, who had also gazed into the abyss, still retained the courage to trust, still retained a loving heart.
Fate thus diverged.
He did indeed gain greater individual strength, soaring like an eagle in the dark world, yet he also truly felt the glory of the opponent’s magnificent momentum.
He would not feel that he had done anything wrong, and at the same time, he would not deny Jiang Wang’s choice. He always believed one point—there is no right or wrong, the one who dies is simply the one who is wrong.

“I encountered a similar person in Yue country before, which once made me sentimental. But I think, you are my fellow traveler.”
Zhang Linchuan said so: “I think we are probably the same kind of people. We are all very striving, we all do not give up, we are all very firm, even to the point of being stubborn… Junior Brother Jiang, I admit that if you can survive, you indeed possess the qualifications to meet me at the peak and contend for the strongest.”
The delusion of “strongest”!
How vast is the present world, there are countless strong individuals, even Dao True Monarchs are not rare, and above the absolute peak there are even greater existences.
And a mere minor god whose highest achievement is a true god actually speaks of “strongest” here in delusion!
But when this person is Zhang Linchuan, it is very hard to feel that he is joking.
You will even feel… perhaps it is not impossible.
Zhang Linchuan had already begun to fall at extreme speed. He charged from the high dome towards the ground, he rushed towards Jiang Wang, thrusting out a fist towards Jiang Wang: “I admit you have an extraordinary heart and capacity, Junior Brother Jiang, so at least in this fourth calamity… let me beat you to death!”
Killing a person had always been a casual thing for him, always just a means to achieve a goal. But when Zhang Linchuan truly respected a person’s path, he would simply make killing that person the goal itself, without attaching any other value.
Infinite, endless ripples expanded in all directions, centered on this fist.
His fist head bombarded open a plane, bombarded down a piece of the sky. It was as if he was smashing down the entire sky of the No Birth world, wanting to bring destruction from which Jiang Wang could not escape.
But at this moment, a voice responded to him.
Jiang Wang was still spitting blood, Jiang Wang was still tightly gripping his sword with his remaining left hand, preparing to counterattack, so it could not be Jiang Wang.
This voice was so peaceful yet distant… a light question.
“What sort of thing are you… that he needs your admission?”

Zhang Linchuan, falling at extreme speed, felt something entwine his fist head. Upon closer examination, it was actually… a fishing line?
A fishing line without a hook had actually caught him.
Caught him and pulled him straight up towards the high dome!
Zhang Linchuan felt an irresistible force, felt an unchangeable rule, and even more, felt a great absurdity!
Within his own No Birth world, he encountered an irresistible force? Encountered a rule that carried out someone else’s will?
He re-examined his surroundings with the greatest calmness, without resistance, allowing the fishing line to pull him up—
He was fished up above the clouds!
When had this cloud layer gathered?
It seemed thousands of miles away.
Zhang Linchuan had still not found the answer when he saw a person.
A person with whom he was infinitely familiar.
A face with which he was infinitely familiar.
These were his own eyes, his own nose, his own five features, his own face… it was his original body!
Wang Changji!
“Truly, fate cannot be blocked!” Zhang Linchuan stared at him, examining this infinitely familiar, yet very strange body that possessed his own features: “Have you come to return my body?”
Compared to Zhang Linchuan’s surprise, Wang Changji remained undisturbed, merely saying, “Found you.”
Both were from Fenglin City, both disciples of the so-called three major families in that small city, but they had never intersected. Their only dialogue consisted of one sentence: initially, when Zhang Linchuan plotted to seize the White Bone Saint Body, Wang Changji left that sentence—”Wait for me to find you.”
And today he said, “Found you.”

Zhang Linchuan’s neck hairs stood on end!
A fishhook, he knew not when, had already hooked his back brain, and then, with a sudden upward pull, his entire skull felt as if it would be lifted open!
The pain was too intense and sudden, stimulating Zhang Linchuan’s instinctive reaction. Terrifying Nether Thunder light ignited all over his body, possessing the might to destroy the world. But it only flickered once, then suddenly extinguished!
Only then did he remember that as early as in that mountain cave on the Zhuang country border, Wang Changji had already comprehended his Nether Thunder Forbidden Law.
He opened his mouth and discovered there was also a fishhook inside his mouth!
And his nose, his eyes, his ears… his seven orifices and four limbs, his entire body was hung full of fishhooks!

His entire being was involuntarily pulled up, and his connection with his own No Birth world was being severed.

Countless fishing lines above his head were intertwined, like spiderwebs, a tangled mess. He seemed to have become a string puppet, under the mysterious manipulation of the creator, step by step towards an unknown and terrifying end.

He felt the power of “Dao” from it!

So he fiercely closed his eyes, letting the fishhook hook his eyelids, presenting an ugly tear.

The mournful white in his pupils then overflowed from this tear. Like jade pulp, similar to jade liquid, like moonlight washing over his whole body. He finally escaped from that terror of being covered in fishhooks and entangled in fishing lines…

He returned to the No Birth world.

The sky was still mournfully white, under his feet were still clouds condensed he knew not when, and not far away stood Wang Changji, holding a fishing rod in one hand.

“Very good, not in vain did we travel together.” Zhang Linchuan lightly clapped his hands, praising endlessly: “Very good power performance, it expanded my understanding of the world.”

Then he saw Wang Changji lightly lift the fishing rod—

Only at this moment did he discover that there was more than one set of fishing rods in front of Wang Changji.

Just now, he himself had been fished. What about the other set?

He felt Jiang Wang had already appeared behind him.

On the blue shirt, bloodstains were everywhere, his right arm hung limply at his side, his left hand held his sword, Longxiangsi.

His entire person’s momentum was far from as magnificent as initially, but instead appeared sharper, more dangerous.

Zhang Linchuan slightly turned sideways, his entire person between existence and non-existence under the influence of Rootless Divine Ability… he could neither turn back to Wang Changji nor dare to turn back to Jiang Wang.

“When did you come?” Jiang Wang asked Wang Changji, looking across Zhang Linchuan.

“Came quite a while ago.” Wang Changji answered, looking across Zhang Linchuan, his gaze distant as he surveyed his surroundings: “Always researching here.”

Between them, there seemed to be an unknown tacit understanding; they did not need other exchanges.

“Researched anything?” Zhang Linchuan interjected with a smile.

At this moment, he stood in the middle position, Jiang Wang on his left, Wang Changji on his right.

Hearing his question, Wang Changji calmly shifted his gaze and looked at him.

Zhang Linchuan discovered his gaze had already fixed!

At this moment, his eyes could only see Wang Changji, see that extremely familiar face.

And from his left side, an extremely sharp, extremely pure killing intent suddenly arose.

The mournful white sky of the No Birth world reflected four brilliant star towers of different shapes; that was Jiang Wang’s Dao path’s reflection in this world!

And between the star towers, star roads turned and connected, hooking into the Seven Stars Road. The Big Dipper thus turned, its handle pointing north!

After repeated battles of life and death, after Samadhi True Fire’s repeated burns, Jiang Wang’s powerful Dao path power began to invade the No Birth world!

Zhang Linchuan at this moment fundamentally could not look away, and fundamentally could not see the reflection of the Seven Stars world. But he felt the flow of starlight, felt the coldness of heaven and earth as if entering winter.

For the first time, he truly had the sense of crisis that “death is coming.”

Zizizi, zizizi.

White gas emitted around his body, like boiling steam. But it was not hot, instead cold.

This was No Birth Qi, his aberrant use of the faith power of the No Birth Sect. Touching it killed the soul; believers achieved no birth, non-believers suffered eternal no birth!

Because he had long ago reserved the means to cut off ties with believers, after the collapse of the No Birth Sect, the accumulated faith power of the past was not lost much. At this moment, he once again volatilized it without stint, fighting, entangling with Wang Changji’s gaze, with Wang Changji’s invisible fishing lines!

His right hand then drew back a rib bone as a knife, his head and neck did not move, while his body turned on its own.

He welcomed the sword with the knife.

With the No Birth Knife, he welcomed the True Self Sword!

The narrow white bone knife edge and the snow-bright green-edged long sword collided, producing a sharp, soul-stirring clang.

Knife qi and sword qi collided madly, divine thought and divine thought contended for life and death.

Their Dao paths also collided at the fundamental level of the No Birth world!

And he heard the sound of flesh being pierced, which abruptly rang in his ear. It was too absurd, too unbelievable. A crazy, brutal, killing-intent-chilling sword pierced into his back waist!

“Ah!”

At this moment, he let out a painful low roar.

No Birth Qi, like a white dragon, wrapped around his body. He instantly chopped open Jiang Wang, struggled free from Wang Changji’s gaze, and discovered the person behind—

A young man with blood-red eyes, extremely crazy, because he was too forceful, his whole body was tense, every muscle was tense, his entire face twisted into a ball, blue veins bulging ugly like earthworms. Holding that brutal sword, he was still desperately stabbing forward!

He didn’t say a word, because even the strength to speak was used in this sword. He didn’t even blink once, only staring at him fixedly.

As if this was the only sword opportunity in his life, he hated that he couldn’t put his body, mind, soul, and everything into this sword.

Wang Changji had lifted that fishing rod before, lifting into the No Birth world this very person!

He had asked Wang Changji before what he had researched?

This abrupt and sudden sword that pierced his back waist was the answer!

And Zhang Linchuan was absolutely unwilling to accept this answer!

The world in all four directions echoed with strange, evil chanting—

“I come from the bitter sea, immediately with this skin bag float and sink. All six defeats and seven lives, all are ill sentient beings. For the three sorrows and eight sufferings, are the innocent people of the world. Sentient beings pity me, I pity sentient beings…”

One voice, two voices, a hundred voices, a thousand voices… tens of thousands of voices chanting, tens of thousands of voices praying!

Above Zhang Linchuan’s head, there was a mournful white-covered Dao book, gently opened. Like a new world, its outline unfolded before the audience. On it, every character, every stroke, was his life, his Dao path.

He and the space around him, that sword madly destroying his body’s function, and the person sending that sword into his back waist, at the same time became both virtual and real, true and false mixed.

At this moment, he had already fallen into the realm of “No Birth Eternal Bright, Non-Thought Non-Existence.”

This was a realm in the No Birth Dao Scripture that had long only existed in imagination, because maintaining it every moment required burning massive faith.

Relying on this realm, he temporarily evaded Wang Changji and Jiang Wang’s pursuit and gave himself some time to handle his injury, handle this person with blood-red eyes… this person seeking death.

His narrow white bone knife in his hand casually flicked, and a head already flew up!

This person’s swordsmanship had some merit, but his strength was too weak. If not for Wang Changji and Jiang Wang’s interference, it would have been fundamentally impossible for him to stab him. Even a sneak attack would have been impossible.

He also had no nostalgic thoughts; just like that year, he casually executed his father with a thunder method, killing this person vaguely named He, also required no thoughts.

Thump, thump!

A pain in his heart!

Not right!

At the same time as the long knife fell.

Zhang Linchuan’s heart suddenly felt a warning—

He shouldn’t have killed him!

He reached back and grabbed the person’s remnant soul, wanting to stuff it back into the person’s body.

But it was already late.

Fang He Ling’s head, chopped open, laughed madly. After completing all his “missions,” he could finally laugh madly: “Maple Forest’s waste, I have a share in Zhang Linchuan’s death!!!”

The blood color in his eyes was still there, but the light had dimmed.

He was already dead.

But Zhang Linchuan’s pale white bone holy body began to seep out blood color!

That blood color spread on his four limbs, on his face, even on his No Birth Dao Scripture!

What is Remnant Sword Technique?

It is the most ferocious and evil sword.

The so-called “Heaven remnants, earth lacks, human absolute.”

The so-called “leave one part of the soul, cut two parts of the bone, chop three parts of the flesh, slice four parts of the blood. With the body as a furnace, with life as fire.”

Claimed to be “born with a cave heaven lacking, moving then roaming earth cracks!”

It is a forbidden technique of the Flying Sword era!

Even Yan Chunhui, who stood at the peak of the super extraordinary, when mentioning this technique, had to call it a “fierce sword.”

With Fang He Ling’s talent, urging this sword was too reluctant.

It could even be said that even if he paid everything, he still wouldn’t be enough to pay the price of this forbidden sword.

And with Wang Changji’s help, he used the “Tie Life Devour Heart” secret method, sourced from the Hate Heart Divine Power, to link the Remnant Sword Technique with his life. Killing him was like killing the sword.

That is to say—

He used the price of a complete Remnant Sword Technique to make Zhang Linchuan, who killed him, bear it together!

Zhang Linchuan was now bearing the backlash of the complete Remnant Sword Technique!

For the first time, he truly felt angry. Injured at Ge Fei’s, frustrated at Jiang Wang’s, these he could accept. But he was angry that he was actually injured by an incompetent person! He directly gripped his right hand tightly, power dyed out, and had already imprisoned Fang He Ling’s remnant soul in the No Birth Prison, making it bear eternal suffering.

However, even in that transparent prison, Fang He Ling’s remnant soul, though painful to the verge of collapse… was still laughing! Laughing madly!

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

Vast thunder flowed in the sky like a sea.

Was that the power of the Thunder Pool Divine Power?

How could there be such a vast Thunder Pool!

Directly like a vast sea covering the human world, and infinite water drops were all electric light!

Bu Zhou wind opened the sky gap, Samadhi True Fire burned through the rules, the Thunder Pool replaced the heavenly punishment… this No Birth world was being invaded little by little!

Zhang Linchuan’s blood-white mixed holy body gradually solidified, that realm of “No Birth Eternal Bright, Non-Thought Non-Existence,” already broken under internal and external troubles.

Splash la la!

The sound of paper rapidly turning pages was actually deafening.

Between heaven and earth, there was a beautiful arc, a snow-bright long sword piercing through the long sky… that book of No Birth Dao Scripture was smashed into white fragments in the sky.

His Dao was cut off!

Huhu hu.

The frost-cold Bu Zhou wind froze the ripples of time.

Thus, the divine soul also had nowhere to escape.

And his neck was gripped, tightly gripped by Wang Changji.

Death is coming!

Zhang Linchuan’s heart once again had such an awareness.

Originally, the fourth tribulation, actually ended in such a way?

“Then, I will return your body.” Zhang Linchuan maintained his demeanor to the last, saying calmly: “Junior Brother Jiang, Brother Wang, two old friends, we will meet again.”

“I will find you.” Wang Changji merely said so.

With a force of his hand, he had already pinched and broken the neck of this white bone holy body.

Coveted by the White Bone Revered God, invaded by Zhang Linchuan, this body that personally killed Wang Changxiang… he naturally would not want it again.

And Jiang Wang also pressed down a palm with extreme tacit understanding, burning this body in red flames, using Samadhi True Fire to burn this so-called god body clean, and also burn out all the dark hands Zhang Linchuan had left in this body.

The sky began to fall black snow.

The empty vast No Birth world began to collapse.

Finally, Jiang Wang and Wang Changji faced each other quietly suspended. Between them, a mournful white bone pillar formed a prison. In the prison, Fang He Ling, his entire body twitching in pain, yet looking at the spot where Zhang Linchuan disappeared, was laughing.

Although he had already been cleanly killed by Zhang Linchuan one step earlier.

His soul entered the No Birth Prison, suffering eternally, neither dying nor departing.

“I will give you a quick death.” Wang Changji said faintly: “Do you have anything you want to say?”

At this last moment, Fang He Ling strongly endured the pain of ten thousand ants devouring his heart and an inch knife scraping his flesh, yet turned his head to look at Jiang Wang: “I want to ask…”

He twitched, forcing the words complete: “Why… why did you dislike me so much before… when I hadn’t yet become a human demon?”

Jiang Wang didn’t think that what he cared about at the end was this, without much hesitation, he said honestly: “Actually, we never seemed to dislike you before.
At least for myself, it was like this. There was only one time, when Peng Ju died, and you were still very proud.”

Even in the state of a soul spirit, Fang He Ling’s eyes were also blood-colored. He just looked at Jiang Wang with that blood-red gaze: “Then why, every time I wanted to follow you all, you were unwilling to bring me?”

Jiang Wang thought for a moment: “Just felt you were still young, and shouldn’t fight and kill with us, and… visit brothels.”

“Do you still remember, there was one time… I was holding a pot of wine, wanting to drink with you all, and Fang Peng Ju threw me out.”

Jiang Wang thought seriously for a bit, but still said: “No impression.”

Fang He Ling was momentarily stunned.

Those imaginations that made him unbearably painful had originally never caused a ripple in others. Some things, there was no deep meaning, it was he who overthought.

This time, he actually seemed to feel no pain brought by the No Birth Prison.

Feelings became very vague.

Yet, some very distant dialogues clearly rang in his ears—

“Go away, go away, what wine does a child drink? Old Two Du, if you dare to make He Ling drink wine, I must pull out your beard today!”

“Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha…”

“What fun does a child join? Is killing a fun thing? Go back!”

Many, many pictures flipped through his mind.

Some were clear, some were vague.

Perhaps people really recall their lives before death?

Fang Peng Ju’s lonely corpse.

Huang A Zhan’s chopped-off head.

Uncle Li’s angry scolding across the formation.

And finally… father’s charred corpse electrocuted by thunderlight.

“I really… should die.”

He murmured so, looking at Wang Changji, his eyes already waiting for a quick end.

Wang Changji thus lifted his hand.

He whispered again, like the little boy who initially hid behind Fang Peng Ju, timidly and uneasily asking: “When I die, when I see my dad and Uncle Li, can I say I’m not a waste anymore?”

Wang Changji always told the truth.

The truth was, you are already dead. Your remnant soul will also immediately vanish like smoke. After you die, you won’t see your dad, you won’t see your Uncle Li. After you die, you won’t see anything, you won’t have anything. The Source Pool is empty.

But this time, Wang Changji unexpectedly did not say that.

He just said: “I think so.”

Fang He Ling closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face: “Brother Wang, send me home.”

And then, together with the No Birth Prison, he was ground to ashes by Wang Changji’s covering palm.

No wind, no fog, white smoke curled up.

Jiang Wang did not speak, nor did Wang Changji.

After a period of brewing, this collapsing No Birth world opened a door of flowing netherlight. They walked in side by side.

Without truly reaching You Ming, it is very difficult to understand what You Ming world is.

The so-called “sense it without feeling, five senses as if sunk, mourn it without tears, hate it without heart, call it You Ming” (recorded in 《Zhao Cang Wu》).

You Ming is a world without senses, so the first thing to do upon entering You Ming world is to adapt to You Ming rules and re-establish “senses” for oneself.

Of course, for cultivators in the Spirit realm, divine sense can completely accomplish this process.

You Ming is also the path to the Source Pool, the largest camp in the wilderness of death. So it is not a purely dead world; it still has the fire of life, the light of civilization.

Lu Yan had yearned for You Ming world for too many years.

Yet he had never visited before.

At first, his strength was insufficient; later, he dared not approach.

Until this time, Zhang Linchuan passed him the “Paper Clothes Substitute Soul Method.”

He had no resentment towards Zhang Linchuan, and of course, no loyalty. From beginning to end, they were just a cooperative relationship where each took what they needed.

Although his sacrifice had already been very, very much, and his “need,” he only obtained it now.

He had carefully examined the secret method many times, confirming that there were no problems with it. Only then did he dare to put on the “Paper Clothes” and sneak into You Ming.

You Ming was not so easy to enter; he did not have Zhang Linchuan’s freedom to enter and exit casually. The entrance he chose was a rare weak point in the present world—for this day, he had prepared for too long.

Although his thirst was not worth mentioning, his love was light as a goose feather, his effort tiny and insignificant. But everything he did had an ending…

He still walked step by step to this day, enduring to the Spirit realm, enduring to enter You Ming world.

Where his dead wife’s soul was, he did not know.

To find his wife, he had collected three hundred and seventy-one kinds of secret methods. Now, he was trying them one by one.

He had to be careful enough, because You Ming was a too dangerous place. The White Bone Evil God would absolutely not let him go, and the deities of You Ming were not only the White Bone one. None of them were good to mess with.

While trying the three hundred and twenty-third kind of secret method, his eyeball suddenly moved slightly, and the secret method produced a weak response!

Lu Yan was ecstatic, but immediately in the next moment, this eyeball directly exploded, exploding out of its socket!

At this moment, the heavens spun and the earth turned, the five senses were confused.

“No!”

He cried out in pain.

At this moment, he understood—

The “Paper Clothes Substitute Soul Method” was indeed fine, the problem was with himself!

During the long period of getting along, his body had long been planted with means by Zhang Linchuan. Having worshipped the No Birth Scripture for a period of time, his soul had also long been polluted by the No Birth God Lord. Zhang Linchuan indeed left himself one last retreat, and unfortunately, he was that retreat!

In the violent power fluctuations, under the painful shriek.

Lu Yan’s only remaining eyeball suddenly turned white, that was him resisting with his innate Ming Eye power, but in the next moment it turned black again.

“Find… find…” Lu Yan’s last struggle was to shout like this, his index finger trembling pointing in one direction.

“Good, I promise you.” He said so again.

The next moment, this body had already recovered its calm, reached out, grabbed the eyeball that had exploded out of its socket, and slowly swallowed it back into the eye socket.

“This body…”

Zhang Linchuan, who had consumed his last substitute life, moved his limbs, feeling very uncomfortable. Too clumsy a body, too rough a cultivation, this flesh body was developed too poorly.

But having come to this point, he had no other choice.

This last substitute life, he cherished it very much. Originally, it was left for a key person with enough influence on the present world pattern, or to find back his own original body. He naturally had other methods to withdraw into You Ming.

But in the previous battle, Wang Changji sealed his No Birth world, Jiang Wang cut off his Dao, and cut shatter his No Birth Scripture.

The layers of hidden hands he left in the White Bone Saint Body were also cleanly burned by Samadhi True Fire.

For that Saint Body created above the absolute peak, Wang Changji and Jiang Wang unexpectedly had not the slightest covetousness!

Without desire, one is strong; without leakage, one can advance.

Under compulsion, he could only rely on the Law King who had protected his sect for a long time, borrowing this body and substitute, and substituting in You Ming. With this, he would cut off all causes and effects in the present world and start everything anew from scratch.

He would never submit to Heaven’s will, and would never fear failure.

He would forever have the courage to restart.

Because he originally walked from nothingness to now.

The various pieces of intelligence about You Ming world flipped through his mind. Zhang Linchuan roughly judged a direction, selected one direction, and walked forward with the Ming Eye.

This direction was completely opposite to the direction Lu Yan pointed before his last consciousness vanished.

Yes, he had promised Lu Yan…

Then what?

He had also promised tens of thousands of believers to create an eternal happiness No Birth world. As long as it could help achieve his goal, what words could he answer, what oaths could he make.

He never cared about others’ stories. No matter if that person was called Moon Rabbit, Jiang Wang, Lu Yan, or something else.

He also would not tell his story to people.

No need.

The sympathy, approval, worship of the weak, or their disdain, disgust, hatred… were truly too meaningless things.

Except when absorbing divine path faith, he would absolutely not care about these.

His footsteps were not heavy; he would never let things that had already passed bind him. For truly strong individuals, no matter how great the failure, the pain should be short, because the continuation of pain is equivalent to extending the failure.

He would only look forward, walk towards a higher place.

The future still held infinite possibilities. Within You Ming world, he could also start his new life.

Perhaps he should build on the authority of the White Bone…

But his footsteps stopped again.

Because in front of him, a door of flowing netherlight had just appeared.

And two old friends who had just met not long ago walked out from within.

Truly, life is full of unexpected encounters!

He thought about meeting again, but did not think it would come so quickly.

At this moment, Zhang Linchuan’s mind flowed with ten thousand turns of light. He instantly opened a scene sealed in Lu Yan’s memory—

That was in front of a clear small stream.

Splash, Lu Yan threw a puppet into the stream water.

Ripples arose.

Just on the opposite side of the small stream, there was a fisherman holding a rod, looking over so calmly and distantly: “I say, you scared away my fish.”

The picture rolled and then shattered.

This segment of memory, even Lu Yan himself did not remember. So it was not captured by Zhang Linchuan at the first time.

Originally, at that time, Wang Changji had already caught up with Lu Yan, thus also leaving a means in Lu Yan’s body.

That is to say, Wang Changji could actually have dealt with him, Zhang Linchuan, earlier. No matter if he borrowed the power of the True Monarchs from Jing Country, Wei Country, Xu Mi Mountain, as long as he provided enough information, he would have surely died at that time. But what Wang Changji sought was his, Zhang Linchuan’s, thorough death!

So he wanted to appear after he had played all his cards, made all his efforts!

Originally! Jiang Wang’s tireless pursuit behind him was all in firm expectation of the intersection of bright and dark lines. His tacit understanding with Wang Changji was earlier than he had imagined, and deeper!

Originally!

This was his first tribulation, this life-and-death tribulation, which actually traced back to Yan Yun Mountain at the earliest…

Zhang Linchuan, whose Dao heart was firm as a rock, had an instant of daze in his eyes.

Originally, his nine tribulations method against Heaven’s will, the first tribulation he still couldn’t pass!

Then what counted as his courage to provoke various True Monarchs and powerful individuals from each country?

Then what counted as his courage to often destroy countries and stir up worldly winds?

Then what counted as his ambition to pass the six tribulations together, daring to be an enemy of the world, daring to fight Heaven’s will?

All was empty!

Fate plays with people, fate plays with people.

Only today did he realize why so many heroes and valiant men, powerful individuals of the world, inevitably sigh at this foolish child!

Zhang Linchuan suddenly raised his eyes.

Even if the heroes of blue history turn to dust, even if kings and generals are all bones, I will not submit!

This life, I only walk the strongest path, only seek the strongest name.

Surveying blue history, no one is like me!

With Lu Yan’s body, which he had not yet adapted to, he had no possibility of winning against either Wang Changji or Jiang Wang.

Zhang Linchuan was always a very sober person, so he could completely see the reality clearly, see that there was no path forward or back.

But he still opened his arms wide, his long hair danced wildly, his whole body swelled with No Birth white qi, in an embracing posture, charging towards the two simultaneously—

“Now in my No Birth world, enjoy the blessing of No Birth! The life of No Birth! The fortune of No Birth!”

At this moment, he leaped high, crossing the long sky.

His consciousness crossed the obstacles of time and space, leaping to an unknown place.

With the highest No Birth profound law, he burned his Dao path, ignited his divinity, strongly crossed the long river of fate, wanting to catch a glimpse of his still possible future!
But he only saw, a sheet of intricate and gorgeous star charts, spreading throughout his vision.
Up, down, left, right, front, back, no matter which direction he looked, all he saw were intricate star charts.
Gua Dao True Lord Ruan Qu had already blocked his future.
He had already destroyed the past, lost the present, and his future was also cut off.
At this moment, the corners of his eyes were about to crack.
And then a pair of nether eyes truly cracked open, bursting forth with terrifying pulp, smearing his ferocious old face. There were still thunder lights leaping in his eye sockets, like two small thunder pools.
All his ambitions and firmness were imprisoned in his body at this moment, his legs unable to lift.
“Cannot cross the thunder pool one step!”
And the frost wind blew across the nether world, Jiang Wang simply advanced a step, lifted his sword, and wiped horizontally—
The fully displayed old head flew high!
Both parts of the corpse were again ignited by red flames. Samadhi True Fire burned them clean, leaving nothing in their original place, not even a particle of ash. Because he understood too well, he burned it too cleanly!
The nether world, which should have been without knowledge or awareness, had a bit of sound and color due to the bright Samadhi True Fire.
In the darkness, a great will patrolled over.
But this place was empty, those two rude visitors from the present world had already disappeared.
Coming and going in a hurry, like a great dream.

Autumn had ended.
By the lake windowsill, spring scenery still bloomed.
In the desolate frost intent, the potted landscape with branches full of flowers seemed somewhat desolate, as if recalling the time that could no longer be recovered.
Shuo Fang Earl Bao Yi stood with his hands behind his back at the windowsill, sighing: “Flying Crane Lake, Flying Crane Lake, I have never seen a crane rush to the sky.”
“This matter is simple.” Bao Zhongqing, with a joyful face, who had just walked in, said: “Son will catch a group of immortal cranes for father tomorrow, and have them rush for father to see one by one.”
The gentle-browed Shuo Fang Earl did not pick up this conversation, only saying: “What is the matter?”
“Jade Branch is born!” Bao Zhongqing said joyfully: “Your direct grandson is extremely healthy! It’s cold outside, son didn’t dare hold him out, father may want to move to take a look?”
Bao Yi still looked at the distant smoke and waves, and after a long time only said: “You probably don’t only want to say this.”
Bao Zhongqing scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed, but still smiling brightly: “Father, son is also already a father, and should have his own career. Look at the Annihilation Thunder Army side…”
“Do you know what a father is?” Bao Yi suddenly asked.
Bao Zhongqing was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and answered: “Naturally, it is like you, serving the court, settling the people, supporting heaven and standing on earth, this is a father!”
“The character ‘父’ (father), its form states the way, it is holding a staff to teach, holding an axe to labor.” Bao Yi turned back, his brows slightly raised, that kind of rich and smooth feeling instantly changed to resolute and rugged: “I am not a good father. I did not educate you well, nor did I protect Bo Zhao well.”
Bao Zhongqing’s face changed color: “Father, this is… what do you mean?”
Bao Yi did not speak again. He only stretched out his hand, stroked Bao Zhongqing’s face, and then just so… pressed down.
The flowers on the windowsill, which withered in three days, still bloomed brilliantly and freshly.

“Wa wa wa.”
The infant in the small bed cried clearly.
Miao Yu Zhi, the daughter of Cang Shu County Governor, lay on the big bed with a numb face.
She was not surprised by the matter of her husband rushing to find his father-in-law to ask for power as soon as he saw his son for the first time. Of course, it was not worth being sad about.
She would also laugh, would laugh very happily.
But at this moment, there was no one beside her, and there was no need to force it.
She lay quietly on the bed, somewhat in a daze.
Sometimes she would think of when she was very small, tying sheep horn braids, running in the wilderness where flowers bloomed and butterflies flew.
Sometimes she would recall… tiptoeing in the crowd to steal a look at that young hero.
Those carefree times, ah, by whom were they stolen away?
In a daze, she seemed to hear a child’s voice, that child saying—
“Mother, mother, my dear mother.”
“Bao Bo Zhao died without a sound or breath, Bao Zhongqing married unwillingly.”
“No one ever asked you, are you willing or not, are you happy or not.”
“Mother, my dear mother…”
She felt she must have misheard, weakly turned her head to look over, the infant in the small bed was still crying wa wa wa.
She somewhat tiredly closed her eyes, thus blocking the tears.
And precisely because of this, she did not see—
The infant on the small bed, crying loudly, a pair of black slippery eyes, suddenly turned mournful white!

End of this volume.
Thank you everyone for your company, we have walked another journey together. “Life has many winds and rains, how could I walk alone?”
Rest for five days, we will see you in the next part of the journey.
This chapter is twelve thousand words, among which 4 chapters are for the silver great alliance “Purely for entertainment Lin” (4/10)!
Tomorrow, I probably won’t write feelings words.
I might lie for a few days and then say something.
Wish everyone well.
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Zhang Linchuan’s slight pause was because he saw the reason for victory or defeat, the door of life and death!
The Sword Immortal Person integrated himself, the sword manifested ten thousand laws, every point of strength would be embodied in killing power. The imperfect Wind’s Blooming Divine Ability pushed him one important step further on the path to becoming stronger.
This was the first blooming divine ability integrated by the Sword Immortal Person!
All high-level figures within the sect were broken off, all tens of thousands of believers scattered, all dead souls dissolved.
At this moment, in this empty and vast No Birth world, naturally only one person could answer him—
“Heaven can tolerate you, earth can tolerate you, I cannot tolerate!”
Jiang Wang pulled himself up, his sword striking the high sky!
Although he could not accurately know what happened, that blood bead on the old knife coin was wiped on by him personally. Ruan Jianzheng’s block against Zhang Linchuan’s fate was one of the variables he had fought for until this point.
Holding the frosty white imperfect Wind’s Blooming in one hand, he looked into the distance with sorrow. Even with a heart as firm as his, he couldn’t help but sigh: “How vast is the present world, the southeast and northwest are all endless, can it not tolerate one Zhang Linchuan?”
Besides what life diminished and fate decayed, what all relatives rebelled and left, what thousands of people pointed fingers at, what people hated and ghosts despised, all were relatively loose and ordinary.
At this moment, the five mansions shone together, the Sword Immortal Person bloomed, bathed in fire all over his body, one sword supporting the sky, supporting precisely this No Birth world. At this moment, this was a sword no more suitable—
This world is turbid and hazy, it should be divided by the character ‘人’, supporting heaven and standing on earth, then distinguishing the clear and the turbid!
And under this empty sky, Zhang Linchuan suspended in the air, quietly feeling that sense of power rapidly draining—it would not affect his main body’s power, but it would affect his No Birth world, and even more, it would affect his long-term future.
So long a struggle, eventually turned into bubble shadows, shattering one by one.
All nourishment was swallowed by the No Birth God Lord.
Even the illusion that could slightly comfort the dead souls was not retained.
The present world true god fell to a fur god.
The No Birth Sect with tens of thousands of believers collapsed overnight.
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Zhang Linchuan’s slight pause was due to his seeing the reason for victory and defeat, the door of life and death!
The Sword Immortal Person integrated himself, the sword manifested ten thousand laws, and every increase in strength was reflected in the killing power. The imperfect Wind’s Blooming Divine Ability, blossoming forth, pushed him one important step further on the path to becoming stronger.
This was the first blossoming divine ability integrated by the Sword Immortal Person!
All high-ranking officials within the sect were severed, all tens of thousands of believers scattered and perished, and all dead souls were dissolved.
At this moment, in this empty and vast No Birth world, naturally only one person could answer him—
“Heaven can tolerate you, Earth can tolerate you, I cannot tolerate!”
Jiang Wang pulled his body up, his sword striking the high sky!
Although he could not accurately know what had happened, that blood bead on the old knife coin was wiped on by him personally. Ruan Jianzheng’s block against Zhang Linchuan’s fate was one of the variables he had fought for to this point.
Holding the frosty white imperfect Wind’s Blooming in one hand, he gazed into the distance with sorrow. Even with a heart as firm as his, he couldn’t help but sigh: “How vast is the present world, the southeast and northwest are endless, can it not tolerate one Zhang Linchuan?”
Besides the diminishment of life and decay of fate, the abandonment by relatives, the pointing fingers of thousands, the hatred of people and aversion of ghosts, all were relatively minor and ordinary.
At this moment, the five mansions shone together, the Sword Immortal Person blossomed, bathed in fire throughout his body, one sword supporting the sky, supporting precisely this No Birth world. At this very moment, this sword was utterly fitting—
This world is turbid and hazy, it should be divided by the character ‘人’, supporting heaven and standing on earth, thus separating the clear and the turbid!
And under this empty sky, Zhang Linchuan suspended in the air, quietly feeling that sense of power rapidly draining—it would not affect his main body’s power, but it would affect his No Birth world, and even more, it would affect his long-term future.
Such a long struggle, eventually turning into bubble shadows, shattering one by one.
All nourishment was swallowed by the No Birth God Lord.
Not even the illusion that could slightly comfort the dead souls was retained.
The present world true god fell to a fur god.
The No Birth Sect with tens of thousands of believers collapsed overnight.
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