Chapter 449 - 331: Settlement
"Why!"
Jiang Haiyu’s eyes widened with anger.
He could have chosen not to emerge.
But that ancient mysterious artifact, the God-Demon List, was bound to the Heavenly Dao.
Following the will of Heaven promised many benefits, and moreover, Xiang Wuji was the one he had intended to kill but failed last time, so naturally, Jiang Haiyu wanted to eradicate the root of the trouble.
Unexpectedly, a junior who hadn’t even ascended to immortality could still unleash such an imposing aura.
Jiang Haiyu looked incredulously at his own chest, pierced by a slender Demon Saber, with copious blood spilling out.
Xiang Wuji, standing in front of him, had a trace of a wanton smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Madman!"
Jiang Haiyu could see clearly that Xiang Wuji had no power remaining inside him...
His body was already a blank slate, for all his power had been sacrificed to transform into a True Immortal’s cultivation.
He was like the most splendid of fireworks, or a dazzling bloom of the epiphyllum.
Here one moment, gone the next.
Yet at this moment, the opponent was genuinely at the True Immortal Realm.
"Begone! Leave me alone!"
Jiang Haiyu’s entire body erupted with power, and two True Immortals simultaneously unleashed their formidable strength.
A torrential clash of white and black forces ensued.
Finally, a saber light shattered the immortal radiance.
Jiang Haiyu fled in disarray.
"Alas..."
Xiang Wuji let out a slight sigh, just as half of his body had already vanished, bleeding profusely.
The undying, undefeatable Demon Blood was now only slowly...
But his strike had already cut into Jiang Haiyu’s essence, requiring Jiang Haiyu millennia to recover, and if an external tribulation were to come for someone wanting to kill him, Jiang Haiyu’s chances of falling would greatly increase.
But that’s the extent of it...
Xiang Wuji looked at the celestial eyes gazing back at him from the sky.
"Shattered the shackles..."
"Did I shatter them?"
"Perhaps so."
A saber light cleaved skyward, obliterating the emotionless eyes.
The shadow of the God-Demon List in the sky was unfurling slowly but began to dissipate.
Yet Xiang Wuji knew the other had voluntarily retreated.
Such an entity had long lost its emotions, caring nothing for saving face.
For Xiang Wuji’s body was now a hollow vessel; there was no need for the other to intervene, as Xiang Wuji would soon perish.
Xiang Wuji’s eyes drooped slightly as his strength waned like a fire out of kindling, about to extinguish.
A True Immortal is eternal, yet his ’True Immortal’ status was but temporary.
He needed to use a True Immortal’s power to accomplish certain things...
Jiang Haiyu had caused him to lose everything, so he directed his saber at the True Immortal.
The Ten Thousand Dao Alliance had uprooted him, and thus the saber light struck.
The power of a True Immortal traversed the endless space.
The Ten Thousand Dao Cultivation Realm.
Countless beings trembled as they watched the immense light in the sky.
It seemed to be a saber light, yet the saber light reached its pinnacle, as if covering the entire sky.
In that moment, it felt as if a natural disaster had descended.
The saber light flickered.
A few Divinity Transformation cultivators shot up, gazing at the figure in the sky, their faces filled with terror.
"The Undefeated Demon Blood cannot ascend to immortality!"
"Why is this?!"
The Divinity Transformation cultivators hadn’t finished their words.
Their bodies were obliterated.
Save for two or three of the strongest Divinity Transformation cultivators who fled with fractured Primordial Spirits.
And in the vast expanse of the Ten Thousand Dao Cultivation Realm, all Nascent Soul Golden Core cultivators had their Divine Souls shattered in an instant.
Xiang Wuji cared nothing for their fates.
He was here, after all, for vengeance.
"Cough, cough."
Xiang Wuji stood in the midst of the sky.
The next second, the surroundings transformed.
A shadowy underground space, where a person lay lifelike in an ice coffin.
Yet even the power of a True Immortal couldn’t bring her back to life.
In the already desolate sect, at the back mountain, a stone monument covered in mottled green moss and white lichen.
Xiang Wuji simply remembered the aura of Jing Xueqi.
Xiang Wuji delved deep into the Ten Thousand Dao Alliance, searched its entire domain, slaughtered countless beings, even drawing warnings from other Ancient Immortals.
At last, he found Jiang Zhiqing’s remains.
Soon...
A hurried century passed in the blink of an eye.
Even the weakest of True Immortal’s power could sustain over such fleeting time.
In the mundane world, within a mountain village.
A middle-aged man in a black robe smiled at two women.
One was surnamed Jing, the other Jiang.
A mountaintop paradise, where men plowed and women wove, carefree and serene.
Thus another cycle passed.
The middle-aged man again watched as the two transformed into old women, gently closing their eyes.
"You’re on the brink of death."
A woman dressed in a fiery red dress stood behind him, quietly said.
"Mm." Xiang Wuji responded calmly.
"Wen Xin’s Divine Soul was already extinguished long ago."
"I killed seven Divinity Transformation cultivators from the Ten Thousand Dao Alliance as a sacrifice for her, yet I still can’t find her."
Ye Lianqiu remained silent for a moment, then continued, "Your fate will be the same as hers."
Xiang Wuji chuckled and said, "Isn’t that quite fitting?"
"They wanted me dead; I simply killed them first."
"I only hope that after my death, you can bury me with her, as ordinary people do."
"Alright."
Ye Lianqiu was silent for a moment before uttering the word.
Xiang Wuji looked at the reincarnations of Jing Xueqi and Jiang Zhiqing before him, smiled, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.
All vitality was severed.
Xiang Wuji’s Immortal Soul, Immortal Power, and flesh had long been empty.
[In the thirty-three thousand and thirty-three year of the Changtian Calendar, your obsessions dissipated, the last vestige of consciousness faded away, and you died.]
Jiang Ming’s hands were clasped behind his back, quietly watching the golden text.
It was his first time simulating a True Immortal character.
But it was just a fleeting moment.
Jiang Ming knew that reaching this point meant there was no restarting.
Xiang Wuji had died, but the golden text merely paused before continuing to evolve.