Chapter 2745: There's a Woman?

In the vast starry sky, profound and boundless.

The ethereal immortal city loomed in the mist, and the Naihe Bridge, spanning the star river, stretched like a blood-red divine rainbow, tracing a graceful arc.

Cultivators gathered to watch, filling the starry expanse, their figures dense as they sighed with sorrow.

"That Wulei woman is quite ruthless!"

It was the first time seeing Wulei City's Xiuluo Tianzun, and he couldn't help but click his tongue. He had heard many legends about Wulei and witnessed much cruelty from her, yet he still didn't understand the purpose of that so-called Naihe Bridge. Why couldn't it allow lovers in the world to unite, instead insisting on separating them?

Yuexin remained silent, only gripping his hand tightly. Compared to the shattered fates on the bridge, they should count themselves lucky.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

Bloody flowers bloomed one after another on the bridge, including elders, youths, demon cultivators, and demon practitioners. Each one stepped on, and each one fell to their death.

The hazy Naihe Bridge gained another layer of blood-red hue.

"Wulei, you're not like that."

Amid the sighs, a loud scolding rang out—it was Niu Mo Wang, a great demon from the heavenly realm, whose homeland was also the various heavens. Even he couldn't bear to watch anymore.

"Wulei is heartless and tearless—what's wrong with her?"

"Damn it, breaking up one couple at a time!"

"How many lives has this thing destroyed?"

Niu Mo Wang's words sparked a chain reaction, with curses erupting from all directions. There were great demons and demons from the heavenly realm, underworld kings and generals, and powerful figures from the various heavens, all gathered and venting their anger.

With the elders leading the way, the younger ones joined in the uproar. The talents from the three realms united, their scolding like crashing waves.

In response, Wulei's immortal city showed no reaction, nor did Wulei herself speak. Or perhaps, she was used to it. Every time Wulei City appeared in the world, she faced such abuse, and her skin had grown thick from it.

"How about we discuss attacking Wulei City?"

Jiaolong Wang stroked his chin, looking around.

"Sounds feasible."

The restless old folks stroked their beards meaningfully, mainly because they were furious and itching for a fight.

They talked big, but no one dared to act. Even the elders carrying imperial artifacts stayed put obediently.

They recalled the past when Di Huang and Hongyan were still around—they hadn't held back from entering Wulei City. Those two great perfected sacred bodies hadn't dared to cause too much trouble, let alone them. That Wulei immortal city was no joke.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

While the old folks chatted idly, more people stepped onto the bridge.

The banging sounds echoed endlessly, the pressure so immense that every footfall made the Naihe Bridge rumble. The vibrant figures on it had eyes filled with murky tears, their choked voices hoarse, mixed with roars and howls—that was their unwillingness and grief in the face of death.

Ye Chen's indifferent expression now carried a touch of sorrow.

He might be the only one in the three realms—heaven, earth, and human—who had crossed the underworld's Naihe Bridge and braved Wulei City's Naihe Bridge. He alone understood that state of mind.

The underworld's Naihe Bridge was muddy and uneven, blocked by wronged souls, but its end led to reincarnation and rebirth.

Wulei's Naihe Bridge was vibrant and dreamlike, yet splattered with the blood of mortals. It marked the eternal burial on the immortal path, playing elegies for the mortal world and enacting tales of parting.

"Why are there still women?"

A sudden cry jolted Ye Chen from his thoughts. When he looked up again, a graceful figure had already stepped onto the Naihe Bridge. Not only the world was stunned, but even he was taken aback.

It was indeed a woman, dressed in crimson immortal robes, regal and noble, like an empress of a dynasty. Visions accompanied her, and occasionally, the cry of a phoenix could be heard.

"Zhuque Nuwang."

Ye Chen murmured softly, as if recognizing the woman. She belonged to the Zhuque clan in the southern domain of Xuanhuang, and in terms of clan seniority, even Zhuque Gongzhu had to address her as aunt.

The emperors of Great Chu were momentarily disoriented at that instant. Men ascended the Naihe Bridge to bring their lovers home, but a woman doing the same—to bring her lover home? That didn't seem quite right.

"From ancient times to now, in the history of the various heavens, those who have ascended the Naihe Bridge have without exception been male cultivators. This is the first time seeing a woman."

The people sighed and clicked their tongues.

"Clearly, true love can exist between women."

Many old folks spoke with deep meaning.

"What can two women do in bed anyway?"

"Don't speak nonsense if you don't know the truth."

An elder with a white beard said lightly, drawing gazes from all around.

"The person Zhuque Nuwang loved died on the Naihe Bridge long ago."

The white-bearded elder continued leisurely, revealing an ancient secret with just a few words.

As soon as he spoke, everyone understood.

In an instant, more sighs arose.

It was another trick of fate. She loved him, but he loved a heartless, tearless woman. For that, he had bravely charged onto the Naihe Bridge, but sadly, he hadn't reached the end.

Now, Zhuque Nuwang had come here, her purpose clear: to continue her lover's unfinished wish and bring that woman home in his place.

"How many hopeless romantics are there in the world!"

Qi Wang clicked his tongue, though he was a donkey, he was moved by such love. How deep must it be to risk life just to bring her home for the one you love?

"Why be so foolish?"

Yan Laodao sighed. The person she loved was already dead, so why cling to it? He's gone—what good would bringing that woman back do? Just to let her pay respects at his grave?

In truth, he didn't understand the human heart or the emotions buried deep in the soul.

He didn't get it, but Ye Chen did.

If back then, when he brought Chu Xuan home, she had died on the Naihe Bridge, then Chu Ling and Xiyan would surely continue his wish, never stopping until death.

"Aunt!"

A call rang out—it was Zhuque Gongzhu, rushing from Xuanhuang, her face deathly pale. She knew all too well how terrifying that so-called Naihe Bridge was; it was no different from a path to death.

"Child, don't do anything foolish."

Her father, the emperor, had also arrived, shouting hoarsely.

"Don't do anything foolish."

Many strong members of the Zhuque clan had come too, their ultimate Dao emperor aura evident—they had brought imperial weapons, not hesitating to forcefully attack Wulei City.

Yet, Zhuque Nuwang showed no response.

Her figure was both weathered and beautiful. She ignored the calls from her clan, taking heavy steps, one after another, making the Naihe Bridge rumble. Though her watery eyes were indifferent, they couldn't hide her determination. She had to continue his wish and bring that woman home—that was her foolish belief.

In the city, Wulei Chengzhu watched quietly.

She had seen Zhuque Nuwang before and vaguely remembered how heartbroken she had cried when that person died on the Naihe Bridge. Now, after many years, she was walking his same path, all for that pitiful love.

For a moment, even the lofty Wulei Chengzhu felt a trace of confusion. She was tearless and heartless, yet the world had true emotions.

Splash!

Under the watchful eyes of all, Zhuque Nuwang paused for the first time on the Naihe Bridge, spitting out a mouthful of crimson blood that stained the delicate petals. Her immortal body was now covered in blood.

"Come home."

Zhuque Shengzhu called out and also stepped onto the Naihe Bridge.

Unfortunately, the bridge's pressure was too great. Before he could catch up to Zhuque Nuwang, his physical body was crushed.

"Damn it."

The Zhuque experts snorted coldly, without a second thought, they activated the imperial weapon on the spot, unleashing a beam of emperor light to destroy that accursed Naihe Bridge. They couldn't just watch their clan member die.

Buzz!

The emperor light blazed, pressing the starry sky to rumble, carrying destructive power.

The people's expressions changed, whether from the emperor light or the Zhuque clan's actions.

How many years had it been? Countless had trod the Naihe Bridge, but this was the first time anyone dared to attack it, and with an emperor-level assault at that. They were truly provoking an imperial Dao lineage.

However, strong as the emperor attack was, it didn't create the slightest ripple. The emperor light hit the Naihe Bridge like a stone sinking into the sea, without even causing a tremor.

The people were shocked again. Just how terrifying was that damned Naihe Bridge? Even an ultimate Dao imperial weapon's attack hadn't left a scratch. Was it more fearsome than an extreme Dao imperial soldier?

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, seeing it most clearly. What was terrifying wasn't the Naihe Bridge itself, but the prohibitions on it, which completely neutralized the imperial weapon's power.