The heavens sympathize with Qiantang, but at this moment, the Qiantang River howls for Rakshasa Mingyuejing.

People sympathize with Yue Jia, but the armor’s leaves have already fallen piece by piece, unable to protect the complete Dao body.

Book Mountain has a path, but the path is gradually quieting.

Gao Zheng stands alone on the long dike of the Qiantang River, his shadow inevitably desolate.

Rakshasa Mingyuejing stands far away at the head of the tide, as if having no involvement with this place.

The power of Yan Dao’s absolute peak is overwhelmingly strong. Although Gao Zheng is vaguely the first True Person of the Southern Region, borrowing the power of the country, the power of the people’s hearts, and the power of Book Mountain, he still cannot block it.

“Rakshasa Tower Master.” Gao Zheng’s voice is already hoarse, but he still maintains his demeanor: “A soft persimmon is certainly good to pinch, but dirtying your hands is also not a beautiful matter.”

“Is that so?” Rakshasa Mingyuejing’s hand continues to sink, her slender white jade fingers like the sky tilting: “I would like to see how you dirty my hands.”

“Can’t we negotiate again?” Gao Zheng asks.

“The person is already dead, the action of the Three Points Fragrance Building has already failed.” Rakshasa Mingyuejing says: “How to negotiate?”

Gao Zheng says: “The wrong has its head, the debt has its owner. Your Tower followed Incense True Person’s whereabouts, it wasn’t me who reported it.”

“You mean you want me to go find that Wen Jingxiu?” Rakshasa Mingyuejing asks with a laugh.

“Finding who is your freedom, but I think this matter still involves reaching the ruler… moreover, arbitrarily killing the emperor is also somewhat troublesome for you.”

Gao Zheng says “it is a trouble,” which is giving Rakshasa Mingyuejing a golden facade. In an era where the state system is mainstream, how can an orthodox emperor not be educated and executed? Internal changes in the dynasty still have reasons; like Rakshasa Mingyuejing, unless her Three Points Fragrance Building no longer wants it, she herself must also prepare for exile to the ends of the earth.

“Then what about Gong Zhiliang?”

“As you wish.”

“Truly strange!” Rakshasa Mingyuejing says in surprise: “You, this famous prime minister of Yue Country, why do you not think about Yue Country in this matter? Honestly accepting death here, not stirring up other waves, isn’t that good?”

Gao Zheng emphasizes: “Former prime minister.”

He sighs: “I lived for Yue Country for the first half of my life; for the latter half, I want to live for myself.”

Rakshasa Mingyuejing says leisurely: “It sounds like you have quite a bit of resentment. It seems that choosing to retire before your term ended has some stories behind it.”

In the 3729th year of Dao history, Gao Zheng, who served as the prime minister of Yue Country at that time, promoted the Fall Immortal Alliance. Thus, his fame greatly rose, and his prestige was unparalleled for a time. He had the reputation of a “thousand ancient famous prime minister,” and had already reached a conclusion even before resigning!

But in just five years, he retired. Since then, he closed his door and hid in Xiang Peak, cutting off exchanges.

This matter has always been discussed by the world, but the truth behind it is only known to the parties involved.

“There are some not-so-bright secrets.” Gao Zheng barely supports himself: “Gao is willing to pour out this old matter, would Tower Master be willing to listen quietly?”

When Gao Zheng retired and hid, Yue Country did not yet have the current emperor, and even the current Yue Emperor Wen Jingxiu was not yet born.

With the support of the Southern Dipper Hall, the backing of the Evening Drum Academy, the watchful eye of Book Mountain, and the support of the people’s hearts in Yue land… Why did a generation’s famous prime minister suddenly retire during a time of upheaval? The various stories within are indeed worth a read.

“Forget it!” Rakshasa Mingyuejing says: “I specially researched Chen Pu. Coincidentally, there’s a little disturbance in the calamity water, and he is handling it. By the time he receives your message and rushes over… it will be around this time. So, do you have any last words?”

Gao Zheng lowers his eyes: “It seems you are determined to kill me here today.”

“It is you who are determined to oppose my Three Points Fragrance Building. Does this Yue Country belong to Gao or Wen? There are two opinions. Gong Zhiliang is just your subordinate. The slaughter knife of Chu Country is raised, and Yue Country quickly leads the way. How dare you say you know nothing?” Rakshasa Mingyuejing says: “You should have had this awareness when Luo Fa died.”

“I still have many things unfinished.” Gao Zheng’s hands hang slightly, his eyebrows and eyes drooping, seemingly having given up resistance, but he says: “Rakshasa Tower Master, don’t force me.”

“It seems these are your last words.” Rakshasa Mingyuejing’s voice is devoid of emotion, and that hand that was just remotely pressing down suddenly turns to smear –

With the dike as the axis and the river surface as the canvas.

Like a madman drunk on wine, wielding a brush as he pleases!

Gao Zheng’s body’s last colors, his bright red True Person blood, are just like this, being brought out in large pieces, splashing in the air in large pieces!

Thus the sky also becomes a canvas.

The clouds and moon are all background.

But Gao Zheng does not die immediately.

His breath not only does not decline but begins to rise.

Inside his body, there is a power as vast as the sea roaring!

His Dao body, standing alone on the long dike, connects the sky and links the ground at this moment – he is touching the limits of this world, climbing to the super extraordinary absolute peak of the present world.

This famous prime minister of Yue Country is indeed a strong one who can achieve Yan Dao at any time. And he is complete and without regret, already perfected. The future is bright, without obstacles!

“Its focus is so, hidden so deep, there must be a big plan!” Rakshasa Mingyuejing says with a sigh, as if it wasn’t her forcing Gao Zheng to achieve Yan Dao immediately.

She is the controller of colors.

Gao Zheng is the person depicted by colors.

Infinitely rising power, a lonely standing Dao body, a black and white world, the silent Qiantang River, and large pieces of fresh blood splashing on this painting scroll!

Gao Zheng in the painting scroll does not speak; he also raises his hand to remotely press Rakshasa Mingyuejing, wanting to let this woman see his power.

Rakshasa Mingyuejing sighs lightly: “It’s a pity, if you had achieved Yan Dao a few years earlier –”

Her words only reach here.

But her hand, like mutton-fat jade, also turns into infinite colorful blocks at this moment. The Qiantang River is so splendid tonight!

Rakshasa Mingyuejing’s figure disappears, and Rakshasa Mingyuejing’s voice also disappears.

Only large blocks of color, crawling all over Gao Zheng’s body, make him look like a waiting, illusory color mud man.

A mud man should be in the hands of a craftsman, not standing alone on a river dike.

In all the colorful colors, only Gao Zheng’s eyes are distinctly black and white.

At this moment, his eyes are wide open, showing a fear that exceeds imagination: “You actually still always hid your strength!”

His eyes also mix into color.

When spring walks to autumn, brightness will wither.

Like a falling leaf, blown away by the wind. Thus the waves are not surprised.

This thousand-year-long dike is desolate and without passersby at this moment. Only the river wind still comes, rolling up several sounds of the tide.

Gao Zheng’s voice also disappears.

*Hua la la*.

The tide message comes from the Qiantang River. When the tide message comes, I am already gone.

The black and white world seems not to have existed; the colorful Dao body also seems not to have appeared.

Bright moon, big river, ten thousand ancient loneliness.

When a drizzling blood rain falls from the sky, following the tide message, a wisp of spring wind comes.

The river surface again sees waves open, and the long dike willows droop, sending new green.

But that person who dared to ask about Dao in the Evening Drum Academy at a young age is no longer there.

Chen Pu, the dean of the Evening Drum Academy, stands silently on the long dike.

He stands in the position where Gao Zheng once stood, his expression grave.

Although Rakshasa Mingyuejing erased all traces, it did not cover the fact that she killed Gao Zheng – she only erased the possibility of people tracking her.

Chen Pu believes he understands Gao Zheng’s strength very well.

Having long supported Yue Country alone, facing a colossal entity like Chu Country, Gao Zheng naturally anticipated various situations and made many plans. Emotionally and logically, there shouldn’t have been any sudden, unprepared situation.

But today, he still died in battle.

Who would have thought he would die at the hands of Rakshasa Mingyuejing?

Gao Zheng could have achieved Yan Dao in one step. Within the territory of Yue Country and with the support of Book Mountain, he should have held onto that one step. He was also cautious and never left Yue Country by half a step. But he still died halfway up the peak.

Thus, this heaven and earth mourn, mourning only the departure of a True Person.

Chen Pu shakes his head, just as he did the first time he saw Gao Zheng.

Jiang Wang, a member of the Tai Xu Pavilion, and Song Huai, the East Heavenly Master, look at each other outside Du E Peak without a word.

To be accurate, Song Huai is without a word.

Although Jiang Wang’s eyes are open, his mind is entirely in the Ru Meng Ling, conducting Dao technique deductions. Ever since learning about Yin Yang Little Sage Zhao Fanlu’s subconscious ocean in the Five Virtues Small World, his Ru Meng Ling has essentially elevated.

As a member of the Tai Xu Pavilion, possessing the highest authority of the Tai Xu Illusion Realm’s Performance Dao Platform, using the Performance Dao Platform to deduce Dao techniques is much more perfect than deducing them himself. But the process of using the Ru Meng Ling to deduce Dao techniques can bring Jiang Wang true insight. The former knows *that* it is so, the latter knows *why* it is so.

Jiang Wang is now more accustomed to deducing in the Ru Meng Ling and then using the Performance Dao Platform to verify. Just like checking answers after an exam.

Du E Peak is enveloped in rolling soldier evil. Inside the Southern Dipper Secret Realm, there is always no movement transmitted.

Song Huai still cannot help but open his mouth: “You have such good feelings with that Zuo family boy, aren’t you worried about their situation inside?”

Jiang Wang replies casually: “If in this kind of foolproof war, there can still be an accident, that is also not something I can solve.”

With An Guo Gong leading the team, with the support of a great army, the entire Chu Country is focused on this war; he originally indeed has nothing to worry about. But Song Huai’s question makes him inevitably murmur – what did the East Heavenly Master see? Could there truly be some accident?

“What do you think of Chu Country?” Song Huai asks.

Jiang Wang says: “Its objects are splendid heaven and treasures, its people are outstanding spirits and land. Hua Zhang and Jin Yu, worldly romance!”

“What do you think of Jing Country?” Song Huai asks again.

“Quite good!” Jiang Wang says.

Song Huai looks at him: “…What do you think of Wu Zhaochang?”

“How can I be qualified to evaluate An Guo Gong?” Jiang Wang can’t help but say: “You… is there something?”

“I can’t stand you cultivating in front of me.” Song Huai’s expression is serious: “My disciple was delayed for five years; I also want to be delayed below you.”

Jiang Wang looks at him for a while, not determining if he is serious or joking. Finally, he still respects the elder: “Then I will go cultivate behind you. You don’t turn your head, and it won’t count as being in front of you.”

Just at this moment, the soldier evil clouds entwining Du E Peak scatter in an instant.

Xiang Bei, holding the World Covering Halberd, leaps to the peak. His body is covered in heavy armor, with traces of blood. The evil energy on his body does not dissipate, and he naturally has a majestic presence, saying from afar: “East Heavenly Master, Pavilion Member Jiang, please enter the Southern Dipper banquet – Guo Gong has requested!”

His tall figure is like the shadow of a mountain outside a mountain. But under the gradually brightening light of the sky, his outline gradually clears.

The original night curtain has already been torn apart, and the morning sun exposes half its face.

This long night has already passed.

“The Southern Dipper Hall is gone!” Song Huai says in a definitive tone.

“The Southern Dipper Hall is gone.” Xiang Bei confirms.

Jiang Wang slightly turns his body and bows to Song Huai: “Please go first.”

After the evil clouds scatter, Du E Peak does not seem cold and quiet. Even when the great army was fighting in the Southern Dipper Secret Realm, a large number of auxiliary soldiers were already cleaning up the remaining walls on the mountain – obviously, the people of Chu already regard this as Chu land and are cleaning their own yard.

At this moment, the evil clouds dissipate, the night color retreats, and golden glory flows on the mountain range, hazy like new birth.

But this feeling disappears after truly entering the Southern Dipper Secret Realm.

From the already shattered entrance, they easily step into the Southern Dipper Secret Realm, following Xiang Bei, who leads the way, flying down to the star named “Si Ming”.

With Jiang Wang’s eyesight, he can see the people living on this star from afar.

Overlooking the human world from such an angle, they are as small as ants, and like ants, they tirelessly climb in their low nests.

The Chu army did not slaughter ordinary people here; even the lives of the common people on these stars were not greatly affected – the main battlefield was still the place that the common people of the stars called “Si Ming Holy Hall”.

Fights that occurred in ordinary cities were all aimed at capturing the fleeing Southern Dipper cultivators. The scope was not large, and there were no accidents to speak of.

But the atmosphere inside the Southern Dipper Secret Realm is still very oppressive. This suppression is absolutely not only because the Southern Dipper Holy Hall has fallen.

Jiang Wang sees calamity energy.

The calamity energy chopped out by the Calamity Knife of the Zhao People is extremely dense and lingers for a long time.

Jiang Wang hears anxious and uneasy people’s hearts.

Jiang Wang hears an old man in the ordinary world who has read poetry books all his life, looking up at the sky from a high building and feeling sad: “On this day, stars fall like rain, and immortal gods are all extinct!”

Such an old man, if born in the present world, would have the opportunity to break the barrier between heaven and human, achieve God Arrival; his spirit cultivation is very full. It is a pity that in the star world, he hasn’t even crossed that step of being super extraordinary. Now his body is declining, his spirit is old, and his life is not long…

Boundless sights and sounds, all received in one ear. In Jiang Wang’s pupils, a star river flows.

He calmly follows behind Xiang Bei, descending to the “immortal gods’ residence” on Si Ming star. He comes to the “Forever Holy Plateau” where the “Si Ming Holy Hall” is built.

The place with the heaviest calamity energy is here.

It is not hard to imagine what happened here once.

The Chu army orderly cleans here, pushing down the remaining walls, cleaning blood traces, and dragging away corpses.

The formerly majestic palace is a trace of the human world.

Song Huai sighs casually: “Already super extraordinary, but not escaping the mundane; entering holiness has no fixed period.”

Jiang Wang walks between the remaining walls: “Between life and death, who can escape the mundane?”

“You have already seen all of this.” Song Huai, completely ignoring the taboo in front of the leading Xiang Bei, suddenly asks: “You say, why hasn’t the collapse of the Southern Dipper Hall order spread widely among ordinary people?”

Jiang Wang ponders: “Because the vast common people are extremely fragile, and also extremely vast. It is not one or two ink traces that can invade.”

“Because there is still not enough time.” Song Huai has a different opinion: “The poison flowing in people’s hearts, its ferocity and ruthlessness, far exceed your imagination.”

Jiang Wang does not speak.

A line of people walks past a collapsed hall, the corridor tilted, the tiles broken, the scene completely different.

Jiang Wang does not know why his heart has a feeling: “What hall is this?”

Xiang Bei, who had been silently leading the way, replies casually: “The Southern Dipper Hall’s welcome guest hall. The contact person between the Three Points Fragrance Building and the Southern Dipper Hall lived here and also died here.”

“Is that Heart Fragrance First?” Jiang Wang remembers that he seems to know that woman’s name, but for some reason, he can’t think of it.

“Called Mei Yue.” Song Huai says from beside him.

Thus, this name reappears in Jiang Wang’s mind. Like it was hidden somewhere before, now it suddenly jumps out.

Involving the destruction of the Southern Dipper, there will be some secrets. Jiang Wang does not try to pursue the meaning within: “It must be Xiang brother’s achievement?”

Xiang Bei shakes his head: “I didn’t even get to lift my hand, perhaps it was internal strife.”

“I don’t see any corpses.”

“They should have been cleaned away, processed uniformly. Does Brother Jiang want to see?”

“No need, I don’t know them anyway.” Jiang Wang says casually, following along.

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