Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

"What does it matter if you can foresee it? If you can’t foresee it... what does it matter... Alas. Everything is destiny, not half of it can be controlled by man. Could it be, senior, that even you have not seen through it? Why bother coming to find me, a worthless man."

In the Ten Thousand Year Tears Spring, there came the hoarse and painful voice, as if the speaker exerted all his strength with each word spoken, making it tiring for both the speaker and the listener.

A silhouette drifted through the fog and landed atop the Tear Spring, Xiao Sanxiao’s face slightly changed upon hearing the words, seemingly grasping something, "Mud Buddha, have you decided to remain silent? No, you cannot remain silent, this time you must help him, for if you do not, he might truly never be able to walk out of the Sky."

"There are things we do see clearly, but we can not outright abandon all actions just because we see things clearly. We must do something, for if everything is truly determined by heaven, then figures as wise as the Holy Dynasty Emperor must see even clearer than us. Why then still defy heaven?"

"Sigh..."

The Mud Buddha inside the Tear Spring let out another long sigh, seemingly lamenting Xiao Sanxiao’s persistence, yet also lamenting his own tragic fate, as if sighing for the fierce struggle within his heart.

Upon hearing the sigh, Xiao Sanxiao felt a headache, feeling as if he was being infected by the gloom distilling from the Mud Buddha.

Mud Buddha sighed, "You’re always like this, even when knowing intervening cannot change anything, still, you choose to involve yourself, this is your greatest difference from me, and also the reason why after so many years you haven’t crossed that final step."

Xiao Sanxiao clasped his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky casually said, "If crossing that final step requires sacrificing one’s principles, I would rather never step across."

After a pause, Xiao Sanxiao continued, "Are you really not planning to help him out of the Sky?"

Mud Buddha hoarse and painfully responded, "You underestimate him, and overestimate me. He needs no help from me and can walk out of the Sky on his own..."

Xiao Sanxiao angrily retorted, "You are too aloof! Even if you can foresee heavenly mechanisms, what of it? Ultimately, you are but a pitiful creature caught under heaven’s will, more pathetic and miserable than anyone else. This time, my visit was in vain."

With that, Xiao Sanxiao flicked his sleeves, spoke no more, leaped, ripples appeared on the Tear Spring, his figure turned into a phantom through the mist, disappearing.

"Alas—"

Another long sigh echoed from the caverns at the spring’s bottom, filled with sorrow and a hint of bitter laughter.

The world longs to know the changes of destiny, to foresee the future, to unravel heaven’s will.

Yet when heaven’s will prematurely divulged the answer before people’s eyes, the people often neither recognize it as the answer nor believe it is. Is this not a kind of sorrow and irony?

Xiao Sanxiao says he is aloof, he is pitiful, yet even if he foretold the result indicated by heaven’s will and informed the other party, they still would not believe it is the answer. Who truly is the pitiful one?

One can only say, the world is pitiful!

For anyone in this world would think, the Black Wind Village Chief falling into the Sky, it would be very hard to walk out.

After all, for thousands of years, even the ancient Immortal Master Guang Chengzi fell into the Sky and never once emerged, it’s more difficult for anyone else, let alone the Black Wind Village Chief.

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At this moment, within the grand and magnificent Hulong Manor, Zhu Wushi sat in the heart of the hall, donned in dragon robes and looking dignified, holding a scroll of an urgent secret letter, meticulously reading it line by line.

Upon fully reading it, a flash of surprise briefly flickered in his dragon eyes, almost erupting but he managed to suppress it, then waved his hand.

Immediately, the subordinates in the hall retreated, leaving Zhu Wushi alone, immersed in contemplation.

Soon, a light and unhurried sound of footsteps came from the side hall.

A gracefully poised, dignified woman walked into the hall.

Zhu Wushi, without needing to lift his head, knew whose footsteps those were, inwardly sighed, and then looked towards the woman at the door, the solemness wiped from his face, he smiled.

"Suxin!"

The woman at the door met Zhu Wushi’s gaze, showing a tender and gentle smile, then gracefully walked to Zhu Wushi’s back, placed her delicate hands on his broad shoulders that seemed capable of bearing the entire Ming Country, and gently massaged.

As Zhu Wushi put down the secret letter in his hand and closed his eyes, his face relaxed comfortably, enjoying Suxin’s massage while pondering strategies.

Suxin, without needing to ask the man in front about his worries, already knew his thoughts, gently spoke, "If there are things you find difficult to tackle, surely I can’t help, but I can remind you, as long as you feel confident about doing it, then go for it, if confidence lacks, but you feel there’s a need to do it, then it can be done too."

Zhu Wushi’s skin slightly twitched, yet his eyes remained closed, knowing Suxin was giving him courage, encouraging him to make a decision.

Indeed, though he holds a high position, even having the imperial throne of Ming Country within his grasp, his deep heart still yearns for the life amid the Martial World, licking blood off blades, drinking merrily. Thus, he loves to gather the world’s heroes, cherishing and valuing talent... even willing again to relinquish the throne, rescue Zhu Yunwen then support him as emperor, while he, using the Heavenly Fury Sword and Absorption Skill reshaped body, willingly retiring behind the scenes, living the carefree life of a prince in the Jianghu.

His heart is filled with passion, ardor, and the pursuit of reaching higher and stronger.

But it can’t be denied, Suxin also made him feel a sense of tether and responsibility, realizing that whether a hero or a villain, there are times when the intrepid warrior loses courage, choosing comfort.

Is this wrong?

This certainly cannot be counted as wrong.

After all, within Suxin lies the unborn child, Zhu Wushi’s dragon seed.

This brings even more delight and responsibility, another bond.

In life, everyone has one, or even several, invisible strings binding them tightly most of their life. Some people’s strings are family, spouses, and children, others have strings of wealth, career, responsibility.

His strings are here, his person is here, his heart is here, most of his courage is also explained here.

But now, the person holding his strings chose to let the brave kite fly, towards the Martial World filled with the passion he always yearned for.

"Suxin!"

"Go! I know this isn’t the endpoint you most desire, but here is the origin you will first return to after each journey ends. No matter where you go, ultimately, you will come back here. Our child and I will wait for you."

Zhu Wushi’s relaxed face completely eased, gradually tightened, resuming his sternness and confidence, opened his dragon eyes and gazed towards the sky outside the hall.

Sky!

Heaven’s will is hard to defy.

But he is one who defies heaven.

Will he believe in destiny?

He himself, is his own heaven.

Jiang Dali chose to defy heaven’s will and shared the final result and bold speculation through secret letters to him.

This indeed is a valuable experience and a bold speculation, aligning perfectly with some ambition in his heart.

Once lacking courage to attempt, now he possesses enough courage and must attempt.

This time, Jiang Dali falling into Sky is his must-try opportunity and reason.

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In the depths of rolling eerie and mysterious black fog.

A faint yet periodically emitting a deterrent aura life fluctuation from deep in the black fog, gradually attracting probing and greedy gazes from the surrounding black mist.

"A person... a person..."

"He’s injured, seriously wounded... such a strong body, such vigorous Qi-Blood..."

"Capture him, sacrifice... sacrifice... we..."

Strange and filled with evil mutterings swept through the swirling fog, and suddenly sounded far away on another side, as though numerous unknown shadowy creatures were active within the black fog.

Jiang Dali felt as if vague sensations perceived threats of Qi Mechanism passing by, seemed rays of red light dizzying his mind, as murmurs grew closer, red light revealed a twisted and horrifying visage.

"Who?!"

Suddenly he sprang free from oppressive weight, muscles exerted in his legs, hips, back, waist, and stood up swiftly, sharp eyes scanning for red lights amid the darkness around.

But next, he felt a thunderstruck sensation, his head buzzed in pain with dizziness.

Meanwhile, a blurry panel like a malfunctioning television repeatedly flashed and disappeared in mind, seemingly stuck due to some issue...

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