Peace Order

He knew that his entire life was trapped in a day three hundred years ago when Emperor Chen Wu’s name stirred the world, wandering to every appointed place under heaven, seeking Ji Chengfeng.

Naturally, he could not find him, but it could also be said that he had already found him long ago, just that he had forgotten, because that young man had long been hidden in the depths of his heart. He never looked back, sadly though, the real person, the real events, often were not as good as what he had envisioned in his mind.

Even with his martial arts prowess reaching the legendary realm, there were still regrets.

He pressed down on Li Guanyi’s Chi Xiao Sword, and with one final thrust, allowed the Sword Intent to sever the last of the undying. He stumbled and fell to his knees, lowering his gaze as the martial arts legend finally and truly died at this place.

Vitality burst forth, rushing towards the heavens, and upon the ravaged lands that once were gorges and pits, amidst the ruins of the battlefield, surprisingly, vegetation, flowers, and green pines spanning for miles began to grow.

This place turned into a valley vibrant with life, the wind blowing through the pines as if welcoming someone. The rain pattered down, and the old Magician wept loudly, for Zhang Ziyong had died, and thus the century-long deluge that had shrouded him finally came to an end.

But within this rainwater, it seemed to contain an incredible vitality.

Using his body as bait to complete the most crucial step, the old Magician, who barely had a breath left, had his wounds heal at a visible rate.

Vitality was revived once more.

Qu Zaisi’s arms regrew, and the other warriors from Sky-reaching Sect who had absorbed vitality gradually regained theirs. Ximen Hengrong, who had fallen down a thousand-foot cliff, and the injured Tiger Barbarian Cavalry, were all recovering.