Jiang Wang released all of Rao Bingzhang’s memories with his spiritual sense. Although he knew this would certainly cause Jiang Mengxiong’s violent anger, a wise person does not get angry and raise an army.

But what right did he have to prevent Jiang Mengxiong from knowing about Rao Bingzhang’s thirteen years of struggle in the demon world? What reason did he have to let Rao Bingzhang’s suffering silently disappear into the heavens and earth?

Thirteen years ago, Jiang Mengxiong came to the demon world and only brought back a shaft of the Shaohua spear. Thirteen years later, today, he only knew that Rao Bingzhang had been tortured for thirteen years in the demon world, suffering until death, upholding his “Three Thoughts” until death.

Perhaps it was the news that a Divine Arrival Realm cultivator had traveled alone for nearly half a year and managed to retreat from the demon clan’s inland region completely unharmed, which was too astonishing.

Or perhaps it was the opening of the Shenxiao World that indeed unlocked the demon clan’s shackles and touched the human clan’s divinity.

At such a moment, the human and demon clans continuously escalated their stakes. Heaven Demon True Monarchs continuously surged forward, with one appearing after another.

Like Ji Xingkong from the Chan Fa Yuan of Ancient Nan Mountain and the Black Lotus Temple, who had already retreated from the battle in the Star Dome.

Like Wu Daoyou, the Heavenly Master of Jing Country’s Northern Region, and Lu Yandu, the Grand Governor of Jing Country’s Divine Pride, who had entered the field in an emergency, plus Yu Wenguo, the True Monarch of Mu Country, who was originally stationed in Sui Ming City.

But no matter what kind of supreme powerhouse appeared, none could overshadow Jiang Mengxiong at this moment. Standing before the demon clan’s South Heaven City, he clenched his fists tightly.

That pair of finger tigers, famous throughout the heavens, were properly worn on his hands. With a single grasp that covered the army, the heavens and earth darkened.

The entire Wu Nan battlefield was covered by his shadow. He was the world-conquering God of War, his black soldiers and evil spirits rolling for ten thousand li, like dragons and tigers, like a forest of shaking weapons, like the drumming of a million great armies.

With a single grasp that killed generals, gods and ghosts wept.

The dead souls of countless powerhouses howled under his finger tigers!

Such fists had beaten to death the monarchs of nations, beaten to death pillars of the state and great generals, beaten to death heaven demons, beaten to death imperial lords, beaten to death heaven demons!

Jiang Mengxiong’s fists did not kill nameless individuals.

He had fought from south to north, from east to west, from the present world to all heavens. His fist was unique in the heavens and earth, his fist was the endless hell.

At this moment, one could not see his expression, not even anger. There was no longer Rao Bingzhang in the world.

There was no longer himself either.

Everything ceased to exist, only the fist. Only the fist!

The True Monarchs who arrived today were no less than the heaven demons.

But Jiang Mengxiong was the first to act, alone, simultaneously striking out with his fists against seven heaven demons! Except for Ape Immortal Court in his golden armor and red cloak, who could withstand it?

Large areas of space collapsed, the order of space-time was shattered, all dao principles were forbidden to exist, and the yuan force in the surrounding tens of thousands of li was swept empty! Jiang Mengxiong no longer spoke, but his fists, with a sound that smashed the heaven and cracked the earth, continuously boomed a name.

“Tiger Taisui! Tiger Taisui!”

If blood is not seen today, this life will not have peaceful sleep! You have three thoughts.

As master, how could I not think of you… for thirteen years!

On the demon clan side: Lion An Xuan, Qi Guanying, Ape Immortal Court, Deer Ximing, Xuan Nangong, Chan Fa Yuan, Ji Xingkong. On the human clan side: Jiang Mengxiong, Qin Changsheng, Zuo Xiao, Wu Daoyou, Lu Yandu, Yu Wenguo.

Thirteen supreme powerhouses from both clans unfolded a killing in the Wu Nan battlefield. This was perhaps a preview of the Shenxiao War.

By this time, the news of the Shenxiao World’s opening was already known to the high-level human clan.

The human clan had to accept the fact that a new defense line needed to be built. This would inevitably affect the pattern of the entire present world and the human clan’s situation in all worlds.

This battle today could serve as a probing against the demon clan.

Such a terrifying great war was no longer something that idle armies could intervene in. Wen Ren Shen hastily withdrew his army.

Even Ku Jue, this True Person who had just displayed great divine power, could only hurriedly take his beloved disciple and flee.

Jiang Wang was still resting behind Zuo Gong Ye, his whole person no longer tense, relaxed like a young master taking a carriage tour of a flower street, leisurely watching the supreme powerhouses fight.

Although he had survived a disaster and was covered in blood and dirt, he still neatly tied up his long hair with a hairband. He slowly and methodically controlled his Ruyi Immortal Clothes to clean himself.

In these more than five months, he had fought repeatedly and been defeated repeatedly, defeated repeatedly and fought repeatedly, trying time and time again, despairing time and time again, and moving forward again time and time again.

He did not say he was in pain, he did not stop when he despaired, he did not let go.

He had been near death countless times inside the Shenxiao World, strong like a symbol named ‘strong’, not a specific person. As if he did not know pain, did not know suffering, did not know how to give up, as if he could bear everything!

But how could a person possibly bear everything?

He was also just a twenty-two-year-old young man.

Only because at that time, in the demon clan’s inland, he knew he had no one to rely on! Until this moment…

Human clan True Monarchs descended one after another.

Master and friend, senior Guan Yan, escorted him all the way. Ku Jue, who treated him like a nephew, angrily split Que Mengchen. The God of the Army of Da Qi, like a needle fixing the sea, used his fist to ask the Heaven Demon. Duke Hui Guo, who treated him like his own grandson, blocked in front.

He could finally relax, and even had the thought of slightly tidying his appearance.

Although… fatigue surged like a tide. His brain was dizzy in circles, every muscle in his body demanded relaxation, every strand of yuan force was silent, every bit of blood energy was too lazy to boil again.

Suddenly, the back of his neck tightened.

His body subconsciously alerted, his right hand instinctively grasped his sword, and then relaxed again before that familiar breath. Then, just like that, he was pulled by the back of his neck by Ku Jue and retreated all the way towards Wu An City.

The great war between supreme powerhouses exploded right behind him. Boundless cloud shadows shook in all directions, and light flames that rushed to the sky fought in the nine heavens.

Jiang Wang had the mind to ask the yellow-faced old monk to adjust his posture a bit, as a dignified Marquis of Wu An of Da Qi being pulled by the neck was really not very proper. But Old Monk Ku Jue’s speed was extraordinary. Before he even had time to open his mouth, he had already entered the city and was thrown onto an extremely large and soft bed.

Incense was lit on the furnace, and there was an array diagram above his head. A faint fragrance was hidden, and the array pattern glowed.

A bowl of medicine, without head or tail, was poured into his mouth.

“Don’t think about anything, just have a good sleep first,” Old Monk Ku Jue spoke so gently, which was rare, and his voice had a function of calming the spirit and nourishing the heart.

This whole process was too comfortable, and Jiang Wang’s consciousness also became hazy.

But before he fell asleep, he suddenly remembered something with a start, and barely lifted his left hand to let Ku Jue see the copper bell tied on his wrist: “Senior…”

Ku Jue’s eyes suddenly brightened. He grabbed the copper bell in his hand, looked left and right, and his mouth was even split to his ears: “You child… you came back yourself, and still thought of bringing a gift for master! This, this, how can master praise you enough!”

This thing…

“Like it, master likes it very much!”

Jiang Wang barely said: “This is something from Mount Sumeru, several generations of Zen masters risked their lives to retrieve it. I also relied on it to live. I’ll trouble you to send it back to Mount Sumeru, so that the item can be returned to its original owner and also comfort the spirit of Zen Master Xingnian in heaven.”

“What Mount Sumeru thing! What does it have to do with Mount Sumeru!” Ku Jue anxiously jumped up and down: “This thing in your hand is your master’s! You stupid…”

His high voice instantly fell.

Because Jiang Wang, who was lying on the bed, had already closed his eyes and fallen into an extremely deep sleep. He had wandered in the demon clan’s inland for nearly half a year, not daring to close his eyes for a moment!

The yellow-faced old monk beside the bed sighed: “Good child!”

Jiang Wang handed the Awareness Bell to Ku Jue before he fell into a deep sleep, although it was entrusting the most precious thing to the person he trusted most.

But it wasn’t because he remembered that Ku Jue had repeatedly told him that he wanted to take this excellent disciple back to Mount Sumeru to show off.

With this bell, if he Ku Jue sent it back to Mount Sumeru, which bald donkey would dare not give him the utmost respect?

Before, he only walked horizontally in the Hanging Temple. In the future, what harm would it be to throw tantrums and roll around in Mount Sumeru?

Jiang Wang always said there was no way to repay him, no way to repay him, but he repaid him with the world’s most precious Buddhist destiny! Good child, good child…

If his shoulders were not too heavy, and the color of his blood was not too deep, he should have been a Glazed Buddha Son, with a pure heart!

“Great kindness is like enmity. As the future head of the Hanging Temple, how can I let the bald donkeys of Mount Sumeru owe me so much?” Ku Jue shook his head, and again tied the small copper bell back to Jiang Wang’s wrist, saying to himself: “Owing my disciple is fine.”

He stroked Jiang Wang’s hair and said softly: “Later, master will make a list for you and tell you what good things Mount Sumeru has. You follow the list and pick, don’t suffer a loss.”

He laughed happily again: “Yong De, ah Yong De, you’ll have to lower your head when you see me later! It’s good to have a disciple, no need to worry about seniority!”

He sat quietly by the bed for a while, looking at Jiang Wang quietly for a while.

He thought for a moment, then took off the Awareness Bell again, put it away for his disciple first, and then stood up and said: “Come in.”

A green-clothed nun pushed the door open at this moment.

Her wide monk’s robe could not hide her exquisite figure, her eyebrows flowed, naturally full of endless autumn waves.

She walked into the inner room with worried eyebrows and sorrowful eyes, and politely bowed to Ku Jue first: “Master.”

Ku Jue’s old face unconsciously spread out, smiling a bit, but immediately withdrew the smile, becoming solemn and serious. With a very elder-like posture, he said properly: “You can sit and accompany him, but you are not allowed to move your hands or feet.”

Yu Zhen obediently lowered her eyes and said: “Master, I am not that kind of person.”

Ku Jue then flicked his monk’s robe and walked out of the room freely, leaving them only a great back. He had searched for his disciple in the demon world for so long, and this little nun from Wash Moon Nunnery had recited scriptures in Wu An City for so long.

From ancient times, disciples followed their masters, and the dust of fate is hard to cut off, and the charm is great.

But no matter what kind of fate it is, whether there is a future or not, they should be given a moment together. Not for anything else.

Only because on New Year’s Day in the 3922nd year of the Dao Calendar, they were both in this place, waiting for the same person. Good person has returned.

At Heaven Stele Snow Ridge, the north wind was fierce.

Inside the cave, Zi Shu blinked his big eyes: “Senior sister, what’s wrong with senior brother Xu? He’s always glowing!”

The high disciple of Qingya Book Academy, who had been sent back earlier by the Winter Emperor, was lying on the ground wrapped in a blanket, his whole body flowing with colorful light, unspeakably luxurious.

Zhao Wuyan was sitting in meditation at the side, glanced at him and said: “Ten years of study press gold threads, weaving clothes on the body into brocade. This is his wish becoming feedback, a great fortune.”

Zi Shu curled his tongue and said: “This must be some wish.”

Zhao Wuyan withdrew his gaze and continued his own cultivation: “Who knows?”

Jiang Wang did not remember how long he had slept. He only knew that it was a good, deep, deep sleep, a good, relaxed, relaxed dream. When he woke up, there was no uncomfortable spot in his entire body.

When he opened his eyes hazily, in front of him was a black mass of dense faces. Eyes of all shapes, noses, mouths, all squeezed together.

“He’s awake!”

“He’s awake!”

“This kid!”

He was startled and shrank back, raising his hand to touch his sword.

At this time, he suddenly realized whose familiar features these all belonged to. But the black mass of people had already pressed onto his body.

The strong human spirit filled his breath.

Some tightly grasped his hand, some pinched his face, some pounded his chest, some exerted themselves to pat his thigh.

Zhong Xuansheng, Li Fengyao, Li Longchuan, Jiang Wuyou, Yan Fu, Zhao Rucheng, Zuo Guangshu… the room was full of people.

Jiang Wang at this time only truly felt what it means to be “alive”. So fresh, so powerful, so full of vitality! “Who pinched my butt!”

Jiang Wang shouted loudly, and the crowd in front of the bed suddenly scattered like birds and beasts. In an instant, they were either standing or sitting, each looking dignified.

Naturally, no one was willing to admit pinching the honorable butt of the Marquis of Wu An.

Jiang Jueye’s spiritual sense had not recovered, so he could only endure and barely asked: “How is it outside?”

Among the answers of the crowd, speaking all at once, he only knew that he had slept for a full day and night. The news of his return from the demon clan’s inland had not spread.

These people who had just rushed to the demon world were all those who had learned the news the moment the Yu Heng Star shone. Those who did not have True Monarchs at home had channels to obtain news from True Monarchs.

And the Wu Nan battlefield had officially become a thing of the past.

The life-and-death killing of thirteen supreme powerhouses had directly turned the Wu Nan battlefield into chaos.

Within at least a hundred years, South Heaven City and Wu An City could only confront each other across the chaos, with no further contact possible. Xuan Nangong of the demon clan was killed, and Lion Shanwen was heavily injured.

On the human clan side, Lu Yandu and Yu Wenguo were both wounded. Among them, Jiang Mengxiong, who had been attacked by several top heaven demons and had forcibly killed Xuan Nangong, was the most heavily injured.

“Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Listen to a word from me!”

The richly dressed Marquis of Bo Wang loudly appealed in front of the bed: “Gentlemen, you have seen and touched, Jiang Qingyang is indeed intact. But he came back with such difficulty, should we let him rest a bit longer and not continue to disturb him?”

These were old and steady words, and the crowd reluctantly went out.

Zhao Rucheng walked to the door and suddenly alerted: “This is reasonable, but why aren’t you leaving?”

Zhong Xuansheng waved his big sleeves and said as a matter of course: “Tonight we sleep at the foot of the bed, so I can take good care of him nearby.”

Zhao Rucheng angrily squeezed back: “This is my third brother, what right do you have to sleep at the foot of the bed with him!” Zuo Guangshu also anxiously shouted: “He is my sworn brother, we sleep at the foot of the bed together!”

Bai Yuxia still came to smooth things over: “My lord Marquis only has one pair of feet, how can so many people sleep at the foot of the bed? Gentlemen, why don’t you go back first, wait for my lord Marquis to rest well, and then visit one by one!”

Marquis of Wu An of Da Qi smashed the teacup on the head of the bed: “Bai Yuxia, what the hell are you saying! What visit! What do you take this Marquis for!”

The crowd laughed and scattered, and the noisy room quickly returned to quiet.

Bai Yuxia saw off the crowd, walked in, silently swept up the broken cup, and said: “Miss Ye from Ling Xiao Cabinet comes to Wu An City every seven days. She left the day before you came back, so you didn’t catch up.”

Marquis of Wu An did not speak, and he continued to nag: “I see Miss Ye is really very attentive to you, and even takes good care of the brothers she brings. Each person in our guard team has been given a piece of inner armor, a puppet, and three life-saving talismans…”

He saw that Jiang Wang seemed to be sleeping and couldn’t help but raise his voice: “Lord Marquis?” Jiang Wang’s eyes were slightly closed, and he said softly: “I know.”

Bai Yuxia also pushed the door and went out.

The room was quiet enough to hear the crackling of the candle fire.

Jiang Wang at this time suddenly thought of something, fumbled in his storage box, and took out a light green scroll of paper tied with cloud thread.

He lightly touched the cloud thread, and the scroll unfolded in front of him.

On it was elegant handwriting, appearing row by row, and then disappearing row by row.

Once far out of reach, now seemingly unable to reappear, anxiously clustered together——

Are you in?

Are you safe?

Are you cold?

Do you want to eat?

How is the scenery in the demon world?

Where have you arrived?

My lord, do not think.

I will take good care of An An.

My lord, do not think.

Everything is as before.

My lord, do not think.

Old friends are safe.

My lord, do not think, I also have no thoughts.

I beg your excellency to teach me dao techniques.

Small puzzles in sword techniques, leisurely seeking solutions.

My lord, do not think. Do not think…

This was the same character paper that Ye Qingyu gifted him during the Yellow River Meeting.

This was five months and seventeen days of dense, never-ending thoughts.