That brilliant golden light, starting as a flicker and then spreading across an infinite expanse, pressed down like a fierce sun. Above and below, everywhere was the force of the blade.

Zhongshan Weison’s ears were not only being torn, but his vision was also being cut open by this dazzling gold. His heart was filled with dread!

Everyone knew that a world-class talent like Dou Zhao cultivated at a speed of ten thousand miles a day. Every battle record known to others was already an outdated demonstration of his strength.

But why could he be this strong?

He always knew how powerful Huang Sheli was, but he also comforted himself by thinking that absolute peak divine power was more about luck than force, a difference born from birth, something diligence couldn’t overcome.

In fact, from childhood to adulthood, he hadn’t been much worse than Huang Sheli. Instead, he had always held a slight lead in cultivation realm. The gap only widened after the Yellow River Meeting.

After the Divine Descent, the distance grew even larger.

“Like the Divine Descent” separated heaven and man, and it was also the watershed between talented individuals.

Although he saw Huang Sheli getting further and further away, he was self-aware enough to know that there was only an obstacle in front of him, a temporary laziness. Once he broke through this obstacle and saw the truth of the world, how could he not exhaust his千里眼 (Qiānlǐ Yǎn – Thousand Mile Eye) to witness an infinitely vast future?

This time, the danger he was personally involved in, fishing for Rakshasa Mingyueji, although it arose because of Chen Suan’s death, coupled with the earlier scheme before the Three Points Fragrance Building to cover Jing, a combination of national hatred and personal enmity… it was also because he saw himself as a talent and didn’t feel that the Venerable Saint level was an unreachable height.

Just as Jiang Wang said in Tiandu City— “Though it is a scene I will inevitably pass through.”

Talents had their own ambitions.

But now. Now he had already seen the truth of the world, only then seeing the golden sun hanging high in the sky, and beginning to know how high the heavens were! Only now did he truly feel dread—how could he dare underestimate Rakshasa Mingyueji, dare to fish for her with this body, dare to set this trap with this knowledge?

Such was Dou Zhao. One saber strike made him see the high heavens and thick earth. And Dou Zhao was only one of Rakshasa Mingyueji’s besiegers… could he block this woman?

Zhongshan Weison had already gained true understanding of the world, but only today did he truly begin to recognize himself. Only at this moment did he truly understand the words Xiang Bei, who had his eyes wrapped in cloth, said to him under Du’e Peak.

He closed one eye and stared with the other. With divine power, he wove a black prison chain in the whites of his eye, illuminated by the light of Nanming Lihuo, like a Vermilion Bird flying through a forest. The fierce burning pain and the prison-born force allowed him to clearly gaze at everything—

In the sky above Shengguo, a strange sight unprecedented in a thousand years appeared.

One by one, peach trees actually bloomed in the sky.

No supernatural cultivation was needed; ordinary people could see it by looking up.

It was clearly blazing midsummer in the human world, yet the sky was full of early spring.

Cave Heaven Treasure Tool,

Taohuayuan (Peach Blossom Source)!

That tumultuous golden light all bloomed on the peach blossoms.

Ten thousand miles of peach forest were all clad in gold, smoky pink peach petals trembling with golden radiance. The magnificent scene, like a dream, intoxicated people.

And then, in this ten-thousand-mile-long peach forest, fully half of the peach trees had their roots broken!

A truly genuine peach blossom petal lightly floated down and landed precisely on Zhongshan Weison’s eye. He picked up that petal and saw a vast, endless clear sky.

The rising sun was still there; the human world had not yet become a vast ocean.

The human face knew not where it had gone. Floating in the air were only hundreds of peach blossom petals.

Rakshasa Mingyueji didn’t even leave a harsh word, but after all, she also didn’t manage to leave.

Regret Moon Garden was still that elegant garden. He heard the sound of wind, the sound of breathing, the distant sound of laughter and talk—Shengguo’s Qiya and the others were still drinking and playing games, just slightly drunk for a moment, dozing off.

The unintentional delay of time by ordinary people was already enough for a magnificent story to unfold.

It was a pity the ending wasn’t written too beautifully.

Already a thousand birds had flown into the forest.

Zhongshan Weison turned his head and looked at the only “bird in hand” from this trip—Bian Qiong’s Ultimate Bliss Yuanshen, left here by Rakshasa Mingyueji.

Rakshasa Mingyueji had escaped in such a hurry that not only was she unable to take Bian Qiong with her, she didn’t even have time to silence him… but the schemes of a group of absolute peak Slaughter Saints also ultimately came to nothing.

Zhongshan Weison couldn’t describe his mood at this moment, only feeling that the mountains were high and the water far. His gaze moved away from Bian Qiong’s body; this was already a meaningless discarded piece.

He saw Gao Qiongcang standing with his hands behind his back, clearly not having even a corner of his clothing cut, yet regretting it more than anyone else—the youngest contemporary martial arts true person.

This gentleman stood in a very beautiful posture, his eyes very sighing, but he didn’t speak, and didn’t know if he wasn’t thinking of good words. Zhongshan Weison inwardly matched a line for him: “Alas, a step too late, how to save the common people.” Of course, he also saw that tumultuous and fierce Dou Zhao—but Dou Zhao didn’t look at him. This gentleman couldn’t keep Rakshasa Mingyueji and also didn’t stay here. Without any intention of exchanging greetings with anyone, he casually swung a saber, opening a gap in the sky, then stepped into it and disappeared.

“Alas, wait, bring—” Zhong Liyan shouted half-heartedly and then stopped. He probably realized it wasn’t dignified.

He stood high in the air with his hands behind his back, looking down at Zhongshan Weison:

“Brother, don’t be so impulsive in the future. There will be green mountains and clear waters ahead; life has much to offer—I still have something to do, so I’ll leave first.”

Saying that, he leaped up, flashing like lightning, and disappeared into the distance.

Zhongshan Weison’s heart was still blank at this moment, but he thought that befriending Zhong Liyan was the last life suggestion Chen Suan gave him… he still chased after him and wrote a letter carried by a crane, sincerely thanking his good brother for bringing people to help.

“It’s nothing, my little brother came, just casually command!”—’Dou little one’ replied like this.

Then he added another sentence:

“In the future, when Dou Zhao is present, do not send crane letters. Now that jackals and wolves infest the roads and mediocre talents steal names, there are already not many people in the world who dare to speak the truth. Remember to protect our identity.”

Zhongshan Weison replied:

“Taixu Huanyu (Taixu Illusory Realm) should respect personal privacy, and Taixu Pavilion members should also not peek at our letters.”

The opposite party replied:

“Some people’s character cannot be said for sure.”

Thus, he put down the pen.

Huang Sheli, with an expressionless face, walked out of that painting. Dongtian Shizun (East Heavenly Master), whose face was like gold paper, only landed gracefully.

Tang Wenxue, with a bloody mark on his face, carrying a dripping narrow saber, finally appeared in the air—that should have been Rakshasa Mingyueji’s fresh blood, but unfortunately, every drop of blood lost its spiritual light and left no useful information.

Cao Yuxian, dragging a broken bow, half-squatted on the ground. His light armor was already mostly broken. Zhongshan Weison’s heart jolted, and he urgently looked around.

“Who are you crying for?” A hand patted his shoulder, settling his anxious heart.

Zhongshan Yanwen, dragging a snake spear, with black gas swirling around his entire body, just like that, leaned on him as a staff, propped up there. Although his breath was weak, he still laughed and cursed: “This old man isn’t dead yet!”

And then there was silence.

A group of major figures who could turn the hand for a cloud and cover the hand for rain gathered here, grandly besieging a brothel madam who was often despised… in the end, they were in vain and unsuccessful.

This was, of course, a failure.

Every move they made should have created more value, shown more meaning.

“My problem,” Tang Wenxue took the initiative to say:

“My estimation of Rakshasa Mingyueji’s strength was insufficient. At the beginning, I held back and didn’t unleash my strongest means immediately, giving her the opportunity to forcefully disengage from the battle. In the military court meeting, I will bear the responsibility.”

“It’s my arrow that was too eager for success—” Cao Yuxian carefully put away the broken bow, preparing to go back and find someone to repair it:

“I thought I could nail her dead, but instead, I pushed her a step forward… Ultimately, after stepping into the absolute peak of martial arts, I still haven’t truly felt the intensity of slaughter at this level, and my self-awareness is not precise enough.”

“It was my front line that was broken,” the tall Song Huai shook his head. In the deep wrinkles on his face, there was ultimately a hint of bitterness:

“This old man has cultivated the Dao for so many years, vainly revering Dongtian Shizun, but in reality, I am no match for Rakshasa Mingyueji at all. I originally thought that after so many years of bitter cultivation, my Dao quality was complete, even if I wasn’t called a saint, I wasn’t far off… Facts prove that a single line is a single heaven.”

“If I were to meet her in a narrow road…”

He didn’t finish speaking, but everyone knew the outcome.

In this battle today, everyone was injured to varying degrees. But the one who suffered the most serious loss was Song Huai, who blocked Rakshasa Mingyueji at the front. His myriad Dao quality stars that formed the Upper Clear Profound Array in the sky were struck down by Rakshasa Mingyueji by more than half. It would take who knows how many years and months to re-refine this scene. This was a wound to the heart!

“You can’t say that,” Zhongshan Yanwen opened his mouth:

“In this battle, you bore the greatest pressure, suffered the heaviest loss, and faced off against a strong Saint-ascending individual head-on, not taking a single step back… Blaming anyone shouldn’t be on you.”

“To put it bluntly, although there were always voices saying that Rakshasa Mingyueji was already plotting transcendence, we all still underestimated this person because of the reputation of the Three Points Fragrance Building.”

“Though it is a place of flowers and willows, it is clearly about human basic desires. How dare we not have a heart of reverence?”

“My family’s boy is ambitious but lacks the ability. We, too, are arrogant because of being an overlord country, despising the great sects, thinking that the heroes of the world are just so, and can be arbitrarily controlled. Taking this lesson is also appropriate.”

“Just like the result of the Yellow River Meeting this time… we should have been alerted earlier!”

Zhongshan Weison understood in his heart that what his grandfather said might be true, but it was more to justify the rescue he had arranged this time.

After all, they had put in such great effort and dispatched so many strong individuals, yet ultimately failed to keep Rakshasa Mingyueji.

Just a mere Bian Qiong, if he had taken him down by himself, it wouldn’t have been enough to show his merit.

He couldn’t possibly write a war report like this—Several absolute peaks from Jingguo came out together, laid a heaven net and an earth web, and angrily captured a heavenly fragrance beauty from the Three Points Fragrance Building!

Someone had to bear the responsibility. His grandfather had already opened his mouth to criticize, so the responsibility would not really fall on him.

“A thousand wrongs and ten thousand wrongs, it’s all the boy’s fault,” Zhongshan Weison sincerely said:

“The boy didn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth, surged with a few pounds of hot blood, gulped down a few mouthfuls of yellow soup, and then felt that nothing in the world couldn’t be done, daring to plot against such a strong person. Indeed, I overestimated myself…”

“The person has already been fished out by you. It is we, these so-called absolute peak figures standing in the world, who were not strong enough to kill the enemy and not capable enough to capture the thief. Where is the reason to blame you?” Cao Yuxian waved his hand:

“Jingguo does not have the tradition of shifting blame to juniors. You just don’t say these useless things.” He pondered again:

“Dongtian Shizun and the Eldest Princess suffered how much damage to their Dao quality, and Rakshasa Mingyueji suffered only more, not less. Although this battle was not successful, it ultimately severely wounded her, at least setting back her hundred years of bitter cultivation. I think within a short time, she will no longer need to have transcendence plots. Regardless of whether that harm to the country is real, this person’s threat can at least be considered again after Shenxiao.”

“That would be best,” Song Huai sighed deeply and ultimately left on his own.

No more mention was made of Chen Suan’s death.

The thick colors in the void faded, shifting and turning, becoming slender figures again…

The interwoven colors of Rakshasa Mingyueji quietly hovered here.

This was a boundless void, with no direction, no time, isolated from cause and effect, and impenetrable to heavenly mechanisms.

“The plan was progressing steadily, why did you suddenly escape?” A young, passionate voice echoed here.

“This wasn’t a decision made by me alone,” Rakshasa Mingyueji said softly.

“I’m asking… why?” The voice suddenly approached, bringing a clear, visible, seemingly unbearable heavy pressure to this void.

The colors immediately spread out! Clearly existing within the void!

Rakshasa Mingyueji’s voice instantly turned as cold as iron:

“Shengying (Divine Hero), with what identity do you question me? I may not be a person of your Pingdengguo (Equality Country), nor do I care about your dog-shit ideals. We are only in a cooperative relationship, and I have never been your subordinate from the beginning—can you still speak? If not, then change to Shengong (Saint Duke) or Zhao Wang (King Zhao).” Shengying’s voice in the void slowed down:

“The world is difficult, the human world is narrow, we also have to join hands. This seat does not mean to blame the owner, only unwilling to miss this rare thousand-year opportunity.”

Rakshasa Mingyueji did not stop.

“The World Honored One is gone,

Dizang (Hold Earth Treasury) was defeated, and you have also become paranoid… Did it die because of you?”

She said with a hateful voice:

“Today was the closest I have ever been to transcendence. How could I be willing to give up? I lost Dao quality, my Taohuayuan was chopped by Dou Zhao’s saber. I don’t know where to compensate—you didn’t even enter the field, didn’t lose a single coin, didn’t lose at all, yet you’re here pointing fingers!”

Shengying’s voice said:

“According to the prior agreement, all losses will be shared by us.

Zhao Wang can help repair Taohuayuan, even your Dao quality…”

“It’s already impossible! Impossible! Do you understand?” Rakshasa Mingyueji sternly interrupted him:

“How could I not want to cover Jing with one move, prove the harm to the country, and step into transcendence?”

“No matter how you share, my cultivation will also be affected.”

She sighed:

“How do I have to speak for you to understand? The plan has changed, and it cannot be saved by human power.”

“Compared to the plan, although only one Dou Zhao and one Huang Sheli were added,” Shengying’s voice paused, adding a few points of solemn coldness: “Killing Huang Sheli will make Li Guo’s swallowing of Jing easier to realize.”

“Huang Sheli’s appearance represents that Huang Fu will also come at any time. As for Dou Zhao…” Rakshasa Mingyueji was both angry and laughing: “We are plotting the crime of Jing, and you still want to involve Chuguo?”

“Originally, it only involved the absolute peaks of Jingguo, and indeed we had preparations for Huang Sheli. But even Dou Zhao came. He not only represents Chuguo, that saber he chopped on me explains that the entire Taixu Pavilion might be involved. Where is the only force behind them?”

“The risk is too great, already exceeding our error tolerance space.”

“Investing more may result in a more miserable loss.”

The fluctuating river of color in the void expounded Rakshasa Mingyueji’s restless mood:

“It’s not that I want to release the tiger back to the mountain, it’s that I have to cut off my tail to survive!”

Shengying’s voice said:

“I only feel… that you, who walked to the door of transcendence, instead lost some of the courage you had in disregard of life and death back then. Rakshasa, we always said the future is long, but will there really be an opportunity in the future?”

Rakshasa Mingyueji sneered:

“We are cooperating on several sides, yet you only think about yourself. Is this the attitude of cooperation? Is this the true meaning of equality, Shengying?”

The river of color roared within this void:

“You madman who is an enemy of the world! Don’t think I don’t know your thoughts. You fundamentally don’t care whether I can succeed in harming the country, and you care even less whether Hong Junyan can swallow Jing and achieve hegemony. You only want the world to be in great chaos!”

Please: m.bqq999.cc