Chapter 2476: Like Morning Dew

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fists repeatedly struck the icy ground, emitting muffled and long sounds.

Jiang Mengxiong was like a drumming heavenly god, displaying a violent posture that let the entire universe hear his roar.

Perhaps nothing could stop his fists, and nothing could save Zong Dezhen's fate.

The scene of Ji Fengzhou appearing at Yujing Mountain with the Yi Zhen Yi Tui and peacefully persuading away the Original Heavenly God quickly spread throughout the present world.

The storm that was about to come, making everyone in the central empire uneasy, seemed to instantly subside!

The next great purge, no matter how bloody and brutal, would probably only test Ji Fengzhou's knife skills. Since Yi Zhen Dao Prime Zong Dezhen had lost so thoroughly and was being slaughtered like a pig, the remaining people of Yi Zhen Dao would all become fish on a chopping block.

Those in Outer Heaven who had given Zong Dezhen their dying care naturally received the news immediately.

Even without intelligence from the present world, just looking at Ji Yumin's suppressed smile was enough to understand the outcome of that battlefield.

Neither of the two outcomes Zong Dezhen had expected came to pass.

Ji Fengzhou was not killed by the Yi Zhen Yi Tui he controlled.

Ji Fengzhou did not break the Yi Zhen Yi Tui either!

He controlled the Yi Zhen Yi Tui with a rootless meaning, and in the end, it actually became Ji Fengzhou's spoils of war, completely preserved.

He had no transcendental power to save himself, nor did any possible path to transcendence appear for him to make a last attempt.

The heaven and earth were vast, and there was no path forward.

Not even a shred of hope.

And the reason he had come to this point was solely because his identity had been revealed by Ye Lingxiao and Nine Palaces Heavenly Sound.

Yi Zhen Dao, which had once ended the immortal era, was now buried in the echoes of the immortal era.

Everything felt like a cycle.

He should have despaired!

But Zong Dezhen was still unwilling to die.

His head was buried deep within the frozen earth, his Dao body almost without the strength to even twitch.

He still struggled to squeeze out the accumulated power from his past life, to let himself endure one more moment, to support one more breath—

Although he already knew that enduring would not lead to a better outcome.

How could he be willing to die?!

How many brilliant figures had he contended with in this life, and how many glorious moments had he had!

Four thousand years of painstaking accumulation, Yujing Mountain in his left hand, Yi Zhen Dao in his right, two of the eight generals under his command, holding key positions in the Shen Ce army, countless other military and political roles... Mirror World Platform, Jixing Division, where didn't Yi Zhen Dao have people?

He had almost devoured the entire Dao country!

He was waiting for Yin Xiaoheng to emerge from Tianma Plain, leap to the absolute peak, and then find a way to replace Ying Jianghong or Yu Xi.

What difference did it make whether the person sitting on the Central Dragon Court was surnamed Ji or not?

He originally watched the wind and clouds idly, orchestrating the world. Even Yin Xiaoheng's sudden death was not seen as a challenge.

Controlling the Yi Zhen Yi Tui to assassinate Ji Fengzhou, this kind of grand event that shook all heavens, was just a composed "test of Ji Fengzhou's quality."

Because in his long life, he had already experienced too many challenges.

Because on the road to eternity, there were originally many waves.

But how did he just reach this point?

The great situation was lost overnight.

If everything could be traced back, even back to the day Lüqiu Wen Yue begged for death, if he had stood out on the spot with the identity of the Grand Headmaster of Yujing Mountain and fought Ji Fengzhou in the central grand hall, the outcome would have been unknown!

He sought stability, so he did not do that.

But there was no more room for choice.

His heart was filled with unwillingness.

But just as he said—

In the face of true power, all efforts are futile.

At this moment, he was the person who did not possess power. At this moment, he knew everything could not be changed.

He was most skilled at deconstructing illusions, most skilled at popping bubbles, but now his life, his ideals, also became a bubble under someone else's fist.

The world was all illusion…

Jiang Mengxiong's fist smashed down for the last time, sinking deep into the frozen earth, and did not retract for a long time.

Zong Dezhen's head finally exploded like a watermelon in the ice pit, red and white mixing into a pulp, pounded into a paste, never to be restored.

The last drop of power, the last bit of reality within this Dao body, were all thoroughly squeezed dry by his last will.

His life essence had already perished.

Finally, Jiang Mengxiong stood up, carrying his blood-dripping fist mixed with red and white.

"Although we know everything is already settled, for a figure like Zong Dezhen, who created so much history and lived into history, to die just like this still feels a bit unreal," Ji Yumin sighed, suspended in the void.

As he sighed, he controlled the Seven Souls Lock Dragon Lamp, releasing pale desolate flames to erase all traces of Zong Dezhen's corpse, leaving not even a scrap of clothing.

Thoroughly exterminating Yi Zhen Dao was a decision the Son of Heaven had made with great determination.

Within the entire Dao country, there were only a few people who could be absolutely trusted in this matter. As one of those few core members, he participated in the entire process.

He had not expected this matter to progress so smoothly.

He had originally thought that even if the Son of Heaven won that key battle with his strength never revealed to the public, there would still be a period of fierce fighting and a long time of pursuit and purge afterward.

The few core members of the Emperor Party had even made all possible preparations and were prepared to endure hardship, even having the expectation of dying for the country.

He had not expected that in the most uneventful part, Kuang Ming here would present an accident.

Lüqiu Chaolu's man directly tore off the outer clothing of the Yi Zhen Dao Prime, thus pronouncing Zong Dezhen's death sentence.

An organization like this, lurking in the shadows, could absolutely not see the light of day. No matter how deeply rooted in ancient history it was, no matter how powerful its tentacles in the shadows were, it would melt like accumulated snow under the scorching sun.

"Among the people in this field, who doesn't have a magnificent life?"

Hong Junyan lightly brushed his sleeve, and the ice plain buried deep in the universe where Zong Dezhen lay, simply disappeared.

"But death is such a thorough thing."

So many brilliant figures who had once contended with him could no longer stand up and move forward. He indeed had the qualification to sigh and feel emotion and not take Zong Dezhen's death as a major event.

He looked at the Minister of Zong Zheng Temple of the Great Jing Empire: "Yumin, you must take care of your body."

Without waiting for Ji Yumin's reply, he took a step and left. Only his snow-white Dragon Robe slightly fluttered, leaving a vague frost light in this universe, which also gradually disappeared.

Although Hong Junyan had left, Ji Yumin still respectfully bowed in the direction he had left: "Thank you for your kind words, Your Majesty. Yumin will bear it in mind. I also wish my elder brother good health and ask him to add clothes and meals."

Jiang Mengxiong glanced at Jiang Wang, said nothing, and leaped away into the depths of the universe.

Ji Yumin walked to the side of Kuang Ming, who was suspended in the void. Before releasing the seal on Kuang Ming's body, he said to Jiang Wang: "Kuang Ming is fine. The true executioner of Yi Zhen Dao is Kuang Min, who is hidden within his body."

Jiang Wang used his hand to grasp the edge of the See and Hear Immortal Boat and said in a low voice: "He is the Commander of the Slashing Evil Army. Whether he has problems or not is up to Jing Country to decide. I have no right to interfere."

Ji Yumin glanced again at the person on the See and Hear Immortal Boat who could never wake up again: "...Thank you."

With a wave of his hand, Kuang Ming was freed.

Kuang Min had already died, leaving only this body with two heads and four arms.

As Kuang Min said, by devouring Kuang Ming, he was the only true one.

And in the end, he died within Jiang Wang's heart prison, his remnant being absorbed by Kuang Ming. This also meant... Kuang Ming became the only one in this body. Kuang Ming's obstacle to moving forward had disappeared, and the absolute peak was not his end point.

But there was no joy of seeing the clear sky and moon on his face, only a blank stunned expression, not knowing where to go.

After all, he was a Commander of the eight generals who had experienced long winds and waves. Kuang Ming came back to his senses: "Lord Zong Zheng, how is the situation at Withered Locust Mountain? Do I need to return immediately to take charge?"

Withered Locust Mountain was the military station belonging to the Slashing Evil Army outside Tianjing City, and it could also be said to be the headquarters of the Slashing Evil Army.

Ji Yumin was slightly awkward.

After all, in their plan, there was no option to preserve Kuang Ming. The Yi Zhen Dao executioner had lived in Kuang Ming's body for a long time and had already ascended to an absolute peak existence. Extinguishing Kuang Ming was just a thought away, and no one had the ability to kill one and keep the other.

Their plan only ensured the death of the Yi Zhen Dao executioner.

Ji Yumin even had an answer for who should take Kuang Ming's position next.

Of course, he would not express this awkwardness. He only calmly said: "Commander Kuang, do not worry about state affairs. Now the poisonous sore has been removed, and the chief criminal has been executed. The world is clear, only in the morning and evening. You should first take care of your health. Next, His Majesty still has many things to rely on you for."

Kuang Ming understood as soon as he heard this, knowing that someone was already in charge at Withered Locust Mountain.

He did indeed need some time to ease his emotions, some time to think about the past and future, and some time to let the people who should leave, walk away properly.

He was not at all worried about his position.

Since he had returned alive, Ji Fengzhou would absolutely not treat him badly.

It was just...

Including a wise and virtuous Son of Heaven like Ji Fengzhou, including a virtuous clan like Ji Yumin, including anyone in the world from now on, everything they gave came with a price.

No one would give him selfless love anymore!

"Then I will first return to my residence to rest for a few days. I am indeed a bit tired—" Kuang Ming turned to leave, but then thought again, and walked to Jiang Wang's front, bowing deeply to him.

"I want to thank Zhen River True Monarch for his assistance, and also express my apology to you," the Great Jing Empire's Commander of the Slashing Evil Army solemnly said: "Originally, I followed Zong Dezhen's order, holding the Purple Void Fixed God Talisman, to intercept your esteemed master..."

"Commander Kuang was also loyal to his duty at that time, there was no right or wrong to discuss. Moreover—" Jiang Wang interrupted him, pushing that white boat alone and walking far into the void: "It was him who should have been intercepted. I would have preferred you to have imprisoned him at that time, rather than sending him back to the Suspended Temple."

Kuang Ming opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he only looked at that green-clothed figure with a sword on his back and remained silent for a long time.

How could one mention another sorrow in front of a grieving person?

Ye Qingyu had not seen her maternal grandmother for the first time.

As the foremost strategist in this purge of Yi Zhen Dao, Lüqiu Wen Yue had too many things to handle. After Ji Son of Heaven was dragged into the transcendental battlefield by the Yi Zhen Yi Tui, she retreated to her idle residence, which was almost the center of the entire Emperor Party, and thus influenced the entire central empire and the entire present world.

Instructing Ji Jinglu to protect Ye Qingyu was already the limit of what she could focus on.

Observing Xun Jiucang and having Xun Jiucang and his Zhan Po Army take sides still occupied a larger proportion.

Her heart held the entire world, a six-directional scheme, the unification of the present world. There was not much space left for personal emotions.

Her husband, because she used the fetus in her womb as a chess piece and gave birth to her daughter as an immortal seed, became her mortal enemy. In the end, he also died at the hands of Yi Zhen Dao to protect their daughter.

Her daughter, because she played a key role in the Immortal Court scheme, disappeared under the Yuan Solution Technique.

She herself...

She rarely thought about herself.

She wanted to achieve an unprecedented eternal grand undertaking, surpass all prime ministers in the world, make the six directions return to one, let the common people not be divided by household registration, and achieve transcendence from the position of prime minister!

The road was too far, the sky was too high. At most, she had a hundred years of prime ministerial power. How could she have time to stop and ask her heart why it hurt so much?

Shi Zichan came in and said her outer granddaughter was outside the courtyard. She only said "um."

Shi Zichan said Bai Ge Xiao was also there. She didn't even say "um."

Because people like Bai Ge Xiao and forces like Qingya Academy would absolutely not participate in the internal affairs of the central empire, and they would absolutely not be allowed to participate. They had no effect on the plan to purge Yi Zhen Dao, and were not worth her wasting time.

She wanted to keep a close eye on every aspect of this vast empire so that at the moment of the final decisive battle, Yi Zhen Dao would be uprooted and its poison removed forever.

Immortal Court failed, Jinghai failed. How many opportunities can one have in life?

Then Shi Zichan came in again and said Ye Lingxiao was dead.

She paused for a moment before realizing he was talking about Ye Xiaohua.

Lüqiu Chaolu said she was Xiaohua in the morning dew (Chaolu).

So she only remembered this name.

When she heard Ye Xiaohua was dead, she didn't say anything.

Shi Zichan continued, saying that before Ye Lingxiao died, he revealed the true identity of the Yi Zhen Dao Prime, that person being the Grand Headmaster of Yujing Mountain, Zong Dezhen!

She let out a breath. The tight string suddenly loosened, and she almost slumped into her armchair.

The sense of pressure brought by Yi Zhen Dao was too strong. After struggling with it for so many years, she could finally confirm victory!

After this breath of relief, she thought again.

Ye Xiaohua was dead...

She had once hated Ye Xiaohua intensely, hating him so much she wanted to cut him into a thousand pieces.

She had also once pinched his neck, almost killing this culprit who had caused many people to die and the Immortal Court scheme to fail.

But she was the kind of person who could not deceive herself.

That kind of hate was a cowardly behavior.

The failure of the Immortal Court scheme was due to overall insufficiency and could not be attributed to one specific person.

Just as the Son of Heaven said that year, two people in love, just love freely, what was wrong with that?

Lüqiu Chaolu was still trying to cultivate immortal techniques and build her immortal palace. Although Ye Xiaohua was not powerful enough, he was not a burden either.

If she had to resent, she could only blame herself for underestimating the power and determination of Yi Zhen Dao and overestimating the attraction of the Immortal Court. The three branches of Dao Gate were all against the Immortal Court—in the end, almost everyone watched her daughter go to her death with wide-open eyes.

Perhaps Lüqiu Chaolu's father was right, it was she, Lüqiu Wen Yue, who had harmed her own daughter to death.

For so many years, she had never mentioned Ye Xiaohua's name, nor had she ever gone to Cloud Country.

But she often looked in the direction of Cloud Country.

She knew her outer granddaughter was named Qingyu, but she had never held her.

She thought it was because she was too busy, rather than daring to face it.

Chaolu was the rain of life forever.

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