Forward was a man worthy of trust.

When he had nearly been lost within the Red Makeup Mirror, it was Forward who stood guard outside the door.

Outside Qingyang Town, when facing the Dragon Face Cultist, Forward had not flinched.

When the time came to assassinate the Governor of Rizhao County, Forward had also accompanied him.

This was precisely why he held such deep concern for Forward, unwilling to see him perpetually trapped in his current state.

As for Jiang Yan, as long as Jiang Wang remained within the Heavenly Palace, he would never afford him a shred of trust.

Perhaps the only time trust could be granted was when facing a life-and-death crisis. After all, they shared the same body. For his own survival, Jiang Yan would be forced to act, much like when he had bravely unleashed an explosive strike against Ji Cheng on the Qiyang battlefield.

The request Jiang Wang made to Forward was a precaution against Jiang Yan. He wasn’t afraid of Jiang Yan knowing; in fact, he was intentionally putting him on alert.

The first time he had ventured into the Red Makeup Mirror, his divine soul had been lost most unexpectedly. Neither he nor Jiang Yan understood the Mirror’s true nature, and thus, Jiang Yan had missed that one “opportunity.”

This time, Jiang Wang directly instructed Forward: the moment his divine soul showed signs of collapsing, Forward was to kill him with a single sword strike.

This was to sever any lingering ambitions Jiang Yan might harbor.

Even if Jiang Wang’s divine soul were to collapse within the Red Makeup Mirror, Jiang Yan, as a mere guest within the Heavenly Palace, would still require a considerable amount of time to fully occupy this body.

Erasing Jiang Wang’s imprint was no simple feat.

And that time would be more than sufficient for Forward to strike this body down multiple times.

Jiang Yan, apart from praying for Jiang Wang’s successful exploration, had no other recourse.

Although Forward couldn’t fathom the reasoning behind such a peculiar request, he felt the unwavering resolve in Jiang Wang’s attitude.

Thus, shaking off his drowsiness, he declared, “Rest assured.”

A serious Forward was indeed a reassuring presence.

Jiang Wang said nothing further. He closed his eyes, his divine soul entering the mirror world of the Red Makeup Mirror.

*Hua la la, hua la la,* the sound of waves.

Like a dream, gently swaying.

This sound, initially soft and comforting, lasted only for a fleeting moment before swiftly turning frantic and violent.

Waves crashed against waves, colliding and confronting each other with ferocious and terrifying roars.

The change in sound felt like a sudden tsunami crashing upon a beautiful, sun-drenched day.

Abrupt. Violent.

Thus, calm life shattered, and doom arrived.

A voice, piercing through the frantic tsunami, echoed in Jiang Wang’s ear—

“Who says the world holds no absolute beauty? A flash of red makeup, and one is slain.”

“And crossing, the Sea of Fury!”

This voice was identical to the one heard during the previous Crossing of the Realm of Falling Snow, the very same indifference, devoid of emotion.

But the content was different, and the tribulation had changed.

During the Crossing of the Realm of Falling Snow, the line of poetry was: “Pity the enchanting face aging before the mirror, Red makeup slays the person in the mirror!”

That line seemed to speak more of beauty’s fleeting nature, the swift passage of youth, the loss of comeliness, and time’s merciless hand.

But when viewed in conjunction with the poetry of this current tribulation, its meaning was likely more profound, perhaps holding another layer of expression.

The poetry of this tribulation painted an exceedingly perilous image—who says the world has no absolute beauty? The Red Makeup Mirror gleams once, and one person is killed. There is no absolute beauty in the world because all absolute beauties have been slaughtered!

Vaguely, the tribulation within the Red Makeup Mirror seemed to be narrating a terrifying tale.

Jiang Wang had no time for contemplation, for as the voice faded, he was already engulfed by the giant waves.

They were towering giant waves, surging, violent, waves that swallowed everything.

Jiang Wang had once experienced the feeling of being trapped within a water domain, surrounded by water, both times within Zuo Guangshu’s Dao law.

But at this moment, the disparity compared to those instances was not merely tenfold or hundredfold!

Jiang Wang subconsciously erected his One Sword Circle, which was crushed almost as soon as it manifested.

Resistance was futile!

Jiang Wang reached this conclusion instantly, but before his mind could fully process it, his body instinctively performed the most appropriate response: his sword momentum rose, *Body Not By Self*!

Among the four styles of Human Dao Sword he had mastered thus far, the strongest was the third sword, *Body Not By Self*.

But at this moment, he employed this sword not for its power.

Jiang Wang raised his sword momentum, yet the single sword delayed its strike.

His body, like floating duckweed, drifted with the waves.

He borrowed the sword momentum of *Body Not By Self*, moving in and out with the surging sea waves.

He became the lightest, the softest, the most powerless, thus avoiding the most direct confrontation with the sea waves.

When the waves struck, he simply followed; when the waves receded, he simply withdrew.

He was a drop of water in the vast ocean, the most insignificant existence within the waves. While still unavoidable to confront, it was a far cry from directly facing the full force of the pressure, unlike at the very beginning.

This sword’s response was exceedingly brilliant, almost instantly dissolving the initial threat of the Sea of Fury. Although injury was still unavoidable, the pressure he had to face was now less than one ten-thousandth of what it had been.

Jiang Wang continued, sword after sword, each only raising its momentum, never falling to strike, the rising motion under *Body Not By Self* delaying its completion, as if constantly waiting for some specific timing.

Following this trajectory, he seemed capable of persisting until the moment he could no longer even hold his sword.

Would the Sea of Fury truly end so simply?

Just at this moment, he heard a female voice.

Or perhaps, this voice had been present all along, and only now could he slightly divert his attention to hear it.

This voice seemed to belong to the same person as the indifferent voice that had spoken at the beginning, but its emotion was entirely different.

This voice was filled with emotion, intensely passionate, exceedingly violent, brimming with hatred.

The voice was screaming—

“Fu Hai, I want to kill you!”

Always repeating, always shouting.

“Fu Hai, I want to kill you!”

“Fu Hai, I want to kill you!”

A realization dawned in Jiang Wang’s heart: Fu Hai was not just the name of this tribulation, but also the name of some existence?

His sword momentum remained in operation, Jiang Wang, one person, one sword, drifting in the tsunami.

Then, in an instant, the tsunami abruptly halted.

Everything fell silent. Jiang Wang sank into a vast expanse of sea.

Forward, backward, up, down, left, right – wherever he looked, it was all boundless blue seawater.

The sea was utterly calm. But this calmness was unsettling and made people irritable.

As if some change was brewing, but one he couldn’t yet grasp.

Jiang Wang meticulously observed his surroundings, yet found no clues, only that voice, full of hatred, repeating endlessly.

“Who is Fu Hai? And ‘I’, who is it? The creator of the Red Makeup Mirror?”

Such thoughts merely flickered through his mind; after all, the answer behind them wouldn’t alter the current situation.

He suddenly felt heat.

Intensely scorching, exceedingly harsh heat.

This heat was sudden, instantly overwhelming all his senses.

Heat that he saw, heat that he heard, heat that he felt.

The seawater seemed to be boiling, the entire sea bubbling with gurgling noises.

Jiang Wang, like an arrow fish, swam upwards with the fastest possible speed, yet the sea was endless, where was the surface in sight?

His skin was already reddening.

He could almost faintly smell the scent of his own cooking flesh.

His Heavenly Palace and First Inner Mansion erupted simultaneously. Jiang Wang swam upwards, disregarding everything else. If he couldn’t escape the sea quickly, he might very well be boiled alive within it!

Just at this moment, he looked up in astonishment.

Through the vast seawater, he saw the sun!

A sphere, growing larger and larger, more and more scorching!

All the vast blue seawater within his line of sight was being dyed by the searing fiery red—

The sun was falling towards the sea!