Chapter 2289: The Celestial

The upright sword ridge, supporting the thin and sharp sword tip, flipped in the air.

Heavenly light on the sword ridge divided the flow, and for that one instant, burst forth in rainbow colors.

The white-haired man empty-handedly grasped the broken sword. What should have been the middle, upright model sword hilt was already twisted open into chaotic floss, a clump of golden wood threads, tightly gripped in his hand by his five fingers. This had also cut open dense and numerous wounds on his right hand.

Lu Shuanghe did not notice his own wounds, nor did he notice his own sword; he only looked at Jiang Wang.

Within those eyes, cold as the Heavenly Way, there was a hint of doubt, a rare ripple—

Jiang Wang’s sword, which intersected ages and destiny, did not kill him.

He was the one standing at Dongzhen peak, who had waited for Jiang Wang for a very long time. Killing him required no reasons; not killing him required one.

If he were the victor today, he would absolutely not let Jiang Wang go.

At this moment, he finally realized that scene of astonishment and fear, deeply trapped at the bottom of the water – that was a child’s eyes, seeing this bizarre and colorful extraordinary world for the first time.

In such a moment, the true person titled “Seven Kills,” the white-haired true person, stared fixedly at Jiang Wang.

“I want to go back and eat a meal,” Jiang Wang said.

Lu Shuanghe saw his own eyes in that pair of eyes suspended like a sky mirror.

Yet, he asked—

And he was the one walking forward.

Now, this moment, in this story where only one person could walk forward, Jiang Wang said—I’m leaving first, you follow up… it’s okay if you can’t.

He walked past.

He would not converge for Jiang Wang.

He did not ask, “Why not kill me?”

This Dao is not yet extreme, this heart is hard to die.

He only expected higher scenery. He wanted to see if there was a stronger sword in the realm of Dongzhen.

After chopping out that kind of sword, one that surpassed the past limits of Dongzhen, he would naturally follow forward.

How Jiang Wang thought was fundamentally unimportant. Killing him or not killing him was just an ordinary choice among countless ones that happen every day in this world.

No matter if the forefront was grass and wood or flowers and birds, humans, ghosts, or demons, one sword brought it over, just brought it over.

This road, at the small riverbank in Fengxi Town, had already forked. Young Jiang Wang and Yi Shengfeng had already made their choices. At that time, the beautiful dream of seeking immortality was at the horizon of the sky, daring not to believe the pain at the bottom of the water.

But this should also be.

Yet he stumbled out of Fengxi Town, and from beginning to end, he walked a different road from Lu Shuanghe.

Jiang Wang’s life or death was not important. Jiang Wang was no different from all other things in this world.

“Still have a next sword?”

Jiang Wang at this time had already sheathed his sword in its scabbard, the absolute sharpness of the world all restrained, the high and lofty mind all sunk, the boldness of Dongzhen peak scattered into indifference—

A person who can overcome themselves must be someone who breaks their own imagination.

Such eyes…

Time has passed to now, the three characters “Lu Shuanghe” are also just passing scenery.

And these were all unrelated to Lu Shuanghe.

He seemed to see a clear river, traveling through the ages.

He gave his teachings to Yi Shengfeng without reservation; his waiting for Jiang Wang was absolutely genuine.

Toward Fengqi died in a mad arrogance, an astonishing challenge that illuminated the past and the present, and called him to forever lose the possibility of chasing.

Now, of course, he knew that Jiang Wang was not someone’s back shadow.

He lightly glanced at Lu Shuanghe, and his figure then seemed to diffuse like water vapor on paper, faintly hidden and gone.

The person who could surpass Toward Fengqi would not be a second Toward Fengqi.

The brilliance of the extraordinary world, once in Lu Shuanghe’s sword light, unfolded a scroll for the young boy for the first time.

Across the clear river water, facing each other, he and Jiang Wang seemed to be like that year.

The ending of the story was completely different from the imagination.

He always felt that between him and Yi Shengfeng, or between him and Jiang Wang — in short, one was him, and one was the back shadow of the Toward Fengqi he had waited for — only one of these two people could continue walking forward.

But the hand that tightly gripped the sword hilt, the hand that cut no piece of living flesh, for that one instant, lost its strength.

But why would Jiang Wang specially converge a few points for him, Lu Shuanghe?

Could it be that the lesson by the Fengxi Riverbank was still not profound enough?

And even if it concerned life and death, this bit of ripple, this bit of doubt, did not stay too long in Lu Shuanghe’s heart.

He gripped it again.

It wasn’t that he had some kind of hatred for Jiang Wang; he held absolutely no resentment towards Jiang Wang. But it was to say… there was no need.

There was no more Toward Fengqi in the world, so he wanted to cultivate one, or wait for one.

But perhaps the small river in Fengxi Town was too clear, the water light too wavy, actually deviating from ruthlessness, washing off betrayal… what was left? An obsession with “Dao”?

Lu Shuanghe didn’t care.

Lu Shuanghe said nothing more, only gripping his broken sword that was almost shapeless, walking towards the dim, shadowy distance.

The wind blew his white hair, as if draped in frost and snow.

Just like when he first left Fengxi Town, the sword light flashed, then he never looked back.

*Hua la la*

The sword light split open the sky curtain, and also thereby raised waves.

The boundless subconscious sea swayed quietly in the sea wind.

The blue-robed guest with a jade crown binding his hair walked on the mirror-like sea surface.

Reflected in the ocean’s mirror surface was not him and his sky, but another piece of sky, and under that piece of sky, a white bridge—a bridge connecting delusion and reality, the daydream homeland.

If someone walked on the daydream bridge, in that world, the blue-robed guest with a jade crown binding his hair was also reflected at the bottom of the sea.

The daydream and the subconscious sea were two mirrored worlds; they were linked together, jointly constructing the Yin Yang True Path.

With just a single thought, Yin Yang reversed, the three paths penetrated the world, and Jiang Wang could go from here to there—he wanted to go back to the Huai State Duke mansion to eat, and the fastest path, of course, was to return along the original route of the Yin Yang True Path.

But just at this moment, he lifted his head and looked towards the sky.

His eyes were bright as a suspended mirror, without ripples. They reflected everything, and also seemed to lose everything.

In that moment when he truly chopped out and pushed it to the intersection of ages and destiny, his infinitely rising mind fell into such a dangerous situation—

Too close to the Heavenly Way, and also naturally attracted by the Heavenly Way… even to the point of being absorbed.

He was too powerful.

The two absolute top true persons, Wen Zhong and Gao Zheng, had completed the last regrets for him before becoming absolute top. Yue State’s history called him seeing through ages like a song, Beidou killing Nandou called him understanding destiny, Zou Huiming’s inheritance made him see the Saint Path…

After breaking Lu Shuanghe’s extreme killing force representing the Dongzhen realm, his sword intent was still rising, his mind still moving towards a higher place.

He truly “heard the Dao.”

He had already seen an extremely powerful road—merging with the Heavenly Way, lying high in the nine heavens, at the end of space-time, outside of cause and effect, overlooking the intersection of the long river of ages and the long river of destiny.

This wasn’t even a kind of “attraction,” unrelated to power or realm.

This was a fact that should be.

All things in heaven and earth must ultimately return to one; that is eternal fate.

And he had the fortune to see, had the fate to participate.

Every slow step Jiang Wang took on the surface of the subconscious sea was actually against that kind of “merging with the Heavenly Way” inevitability.

In his eyes, he seemed to see a piece of sky-blue splendor light.

A magnificent, extreme sky phoenix and empty mandarin duck spread their wings in the flowing splendor light.

Jiang Wang seemed to just face that pair of sky-blue eyes, or rather, his eyes… seemed to be that pair of eyes!

Like a broken string kite, involuntarily moving towards a higher place, and from a kite turned into a true phoenix spreading its feathers.

He flew higher and higher, flew higher and higher…

*Ka, ka, ka.*

His finger bones emitted cracking sounds section by section, his tendons surged like rivers in the mountains. He thereby gripped the sword hilt tightly. The sword was not unsheathed again, but he had already stood firm on the once wavy sea surface.

At the end of space-time, there seemed to be a mirror. His eyes looked at the sky-blue eyes inside the mirror—these two pairs of eyes finally separated—and from inside the sky-blue phoenix’s eyes, he saw a hint of ripple.

As if in doubt, why not seize the opportunity and walk towards eternal power.

This pair of eyes did not represent the already born empty mandarin duck, much less Huang Weizhen, but only a kind of expression of the Heavenly Way, producing feedback based on personal feelings.

Jiang Wang shook his head: “That is the Dao of ‘Heaven,’ not the Dao of ‘I.'”

“Hearing the Dao” then “abandoning the Dao.”

*Pa!!*

The sky-blue eyes, like a mirror, shattered.

Huang Weizhen created the sky phoenix and empty mandarin duck in fantasy, enhancing the Heavenly Way.

Jiang Wang, who climbed to the limit, also benefited from this, killing out a sword that surpassed the Dongzhen absolute top of ancient and modern times, close to the Heavenly Way.

Correspondingly, he was also “summoned” by the Heavenly Way.

He was resisting this kind of summon.

Yu Beidou waving back from the long river of destiny was a kind of self-ripple.

His saying to Lu Shuanghe that he wanted to go back and eat was also the way he chose for himself to detach from the Heavenly Way.

Unknowingly, the Huai State Duke mansion in Chu State already bore part of the meaning of “home” for him, and part was in the Lingxiao Secret Realm.

The ties of people in the world tie people to the human world.

Jiang Wang retracted his gaze from the sky, temporarily extracting himself from the Heavenly Way—the reason for saying “temporarily” was because it was not so easy to truly extract himself; this was necessarily a long process.

And just at this moment, he suddenly felt a wisp of gaze fall upon his body. That gaze was like pouring river water, drenching him through from inside to outside.

He, who could see the considerable attainment of a Dao in his eyes, yet could not perceive who this gaze was, or from where it fell. This wisp of sight was clearly so weak, yet vast and boundless. It was clearly without cover, yet traceless; all information could not be captured.

A kind of enlightenment arose in Jiang Wang’s heart—

This was the unknown great existence deep within the Fallen Immortal Forest.

It was not that he had the ability to perceive this gaze, but that in being included in this gaze’s cognition process, he had the feeling of “being cognized.”

From this, he only understood that he was being watched.

Above the long river of destiny, he had already seen that his sword would be involved in the transcendence war, and thereby guessed what divine being was watching him.

Under such a line of sight, existences below the absolute peak had almost no secrets to speak of.

Jiang Wang also absolutely did not move a thought to trace anything, only waited quietly for an instant.

He was very clear that his being included in the cognition process was precisely Huang Weizhen capturing the mysterious transcendence process of the Fallen Immortal Forest—that existence could also choose to ignore his sword that broke the limit of Dongzhen, but without the cognition of this historical sword, the mysterious existence of the Fallen Immortal Forest could no longer maintain that kind of “jumping out of cognition” state. What awaited It would be common agreement for transcendence, and being named by the world.

Transcendence had transcendence wars. Jiang Wang had already done what he should do.

After an instant of waiting, Jiang Wang lifted the tip of his foot and lightly tapped, thereby rippling open the subconscious sea.

But the sea surface suddenly darkened, no longer clear as a mirror, and also lost the reflection of everything. He could not see that seemingly endless daydream bridge.

The Yin Yang True Path was already broken.

Was it that the members of the respectable Dou Ge were unwilling to build a road for him again, or was it separated by some force?

Jiang Wang did not explore temporarily, and his face was expressionless, only his footsteps turned—

*Hong long long!*

The sword light was like lightning, cracking the sky and leaving.

If the Fallen Immortal Forest was said to be a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, at this moment he also crossed it with his flesh body.

In the midst of transcendence and the war in the Avici Ghost Cave, what in this place, hailed as the “fiercest place in the world,” the Fallen Immortal Forest, could still block the current True Person Jiang?

Heavy ghost fog, blown away with a single breath. Resentful spirits and fierce monsters, burned away with a single thought.

Mountains were not called dangerous, forests were not named deep.

Ten thousand *li* was a smooth path!

The sky suddenly brightened then darkened, and True Person Jiang had already appeared at the entrance leading to the Soldier Ruins. This was one of the four fixed entrances in Chu State suppressing the Fallen Immortal Forest.

But he saw that the entrance here was already filled with rolling soldier evil, only a black mass of cloud was visible. Suddenly, a great army galloped and rolled, turning into a black “Double-headed Tomb Guarding Beast.”

Antlers on top, a square seat crouching. Two pairs of eyes, one pair emitting fierce red light, one pair like green palace lamps. The beast’s body leaped up, looking up at the sky and roaring. Its voice was low and majestic, echoing continuously in heaven and earth.

The Fallen Immortal Forest originally had no direction; at this moment, this place was set as the south.

Jiang Wang’s heart sensed this, and he opened his red-gold eyes, looking up in all four directions. He saw that in the fixed west direction, there was a “Tiger Seat Flying Bird.” Its exterior was smooth and beautiful like lacquerware; at first glance, it didn’t seem like soldier evil had gathered, but rather like a craftsman had carefully painted it!

Looking again at the fixed east direction, a “Seven Colors Divine Deer” was gathered by soldier evil. The deer’s body had mysterious patterns like auspicious clouds. Its hooves and fur were like snow, stepping forth to reveal winter frost.

Moreover, looking at the fixed north direction, boundless literary energy gathered into an “Iron-Eating Beast,” naive and cute, seemingly half asleep and half awake, carrying a section of bamboo with branches and leaves on its shoulder. A string of bamboo slips hung from the end of the bamboo, neatly hanging on two sides, like firecrackers. Inside and outside the bamboo slips, crackling, hazy and noisy, full of words!

The four fixed entrances of the Fallen Immortal Forest all had big movements, and they were mutually linked, remotely responding.

At least within the interior of the Fallen Immortal Forest, Book Mountain and Chu State also had joint actions—pacifying the Fallen Immortal Forest was the human race’s biggest goal at present, above all else.

“Jiang Wang! Where have you come from?” Suddenly such a voice rang out.

Jiang Wang turned his head to look, only to see An State Duke, Wu Zhaochan, standing there covering his face, under that “Double-headed Tomb Guarding Beast,” staring fixedly at this side.

Then he said: “Looking for an old agreement with Lu Shuanghe. The matter is finished.”

“Where are you going?”

“Huai State Duke mansion.” Jiang Wang said: “Came in a hurry, didn’t eat well, going back to eat another bowl.”

Wu Zhaochan looked at him deeply, and with a wave of his big hand: “Quickly go!”

The absolute peak power urged the soldier evil, howling in the Fallen Immortal Forest, large patches of sinister dense forests were wiped into white ground.

Jiang Wang also did not ask about the transcendence contention, nor about the various layouts, directly pressed his sword and turned, piercing out of the Fallen Immortal Forest, and falling into the Soldier Ruins.

“Kill!!”

“I am invincible!!”

Such killing sounds suddenly rang in his ears. Before his eyes were blade light and sword shadows, broken flags standing slanted, ten thousand horses galloping… Jiang Wang found himself falling into a battlefield!

Leaving the yet-to-end battlefield of the Fallen Immortal Forest, he came to a broken ancient battlefield.

There were indeed many battlefield projections in the Soldier Ruins, but now that it had been explored extensively, as long as one didn’t deliberately seek trials, it was very difficult to fall into them.

After all, in the last Fallen Immortal Alliance agreement, the Soldier Ruins had been swept on a large scale. Corresponding warning stone tablets were erected outside the vast majority of ancient battlefield projections.

Moreover, with Jiang Wang’s current cultivation and power, it was clear that he was walking out normally, and this step falling in was no different from tripping on flat ground.

In his current state, it was very difficult for him to generate emotions. But this did not affect his reactions.

Precisely in this high and lofty state close to the Heavenly Way, was his lifetime’s strongest moment.

So he only raised his eyes slightly, then the battlefield projection shattered—

As if a “curtain” was lifted, a tall figure, a person whose face was like light or fire, happened to step into this place as well.

An imposing, vigorous voice rang out thereby: “No need to be tense, just borrowing this place to have a little chat with you, that’s all!”

Jiang Wang had heard this voice once during the Southern Xia official examination, the voice of “Zhao Wang”!

He was indeed not tense, because his emotions were constantly being lost. Or rather, constantly flowing towards the Heavenly Way.

But he should be tense!

So his sword was already unsheathed.

This sword did not ring; a sorrowful howl rose for it of its own accord.

Heaven and earth seemed traceless; all things were not seen to exist.

Only a wisp of frosty white wind became the only color within this battlefield. Where it passed, only withered leaves remained.

All things were like withered leaves.

In his current state, the killing force of Not Zhou Wind had reached an unprecedented level, truly achieving the killing of all things by heaven, eternal withering.

Jiang Wang still did not fully understand his own state, but he could grasp his own power.

But heaven and earth merged together.

Like a door was closed then opened.

Jiang Wang saw this wisp of frosty white wind clamped between two fingers. Those were two fingers that could not be seen clearly in specific outline, but were like gold and jade.

Long Xiang Si’s blade was also imprisoned between them.

“This wisp of killing intent makes one nostalgic!” The face-obscured Zhao Wang sighed: “After how many years, unexpectedly seeing a Heavenly Person again!”

“Heavenly Person?” Jiang Wang gripped his sword without moving, slightly lifting his eyes to show his question.

Zhao Wang shrugged indifferently: “There is an existence in the Rootless World. You should have heard Its name, of course we are not convenient to mention it—It is in a state similar to yours, but much deeper than yours, still grasping itself, and thus possessing the power of transcendence.”

In Jiang Wang’s heart sea, which was fixed like dead water, emotions suddenly arose. That kind of emotion was called “shock.”

Of course he knew who Zhao Wang was referring to.

The Three Evils of the Wicked Sea… Innocent Heavenly Person!