Chapter 2587: He Will Always Remember You

The Cloud Realm Corridor spanned the horizontal sky, its obsidian armor spreading like a divine curtain. The ritual minister, the most important official of the great *Mù* (牧) Empire, returned from the wind and snow-filled night, his long hair askew. In his hand was the emperor's sword, its blood still fresh.

He had no intense words, as if he had only gone out to hunt, and finally, in the wind and snow, returned to the warm home of the bonfire. Although he was late, he had returned after all. Regarding this night's wind and snow, it was originally something husband and wife should face together.

"I've returned."

The consort of the great *Mù* Empire, a direct descendant of the *Qín Huái* (秦怀) Emperor of the Great Qin Empire, carried the divine ability emperor's sword pulled from a spine. He fought his way through the wind and snow, returning to his wife's side.

The divine ability emperor's sword seemed to connect heaven and earth. Held in *Zhào Rú Chéng*'s (赵汝成) hand, it appeared to embody the rules of heaven and earth, the convergence of countless power lines in the human world. Holding this sword meant controlling life and death!

*Ka ka!*

The Cloud Realm Corridor cracked before this sword. Heaven and earth dimmed, witnessing the glory of this person.

*Zhào Rú Chéng*'s long hair flew up behind him. His Dao body had already broken through a thousand barriers, and with one sword, he charged! The wind and snow were behind him; the soldier evil could not stop him. The iron curtain of the army array was like an empty shell. His pair of peach blossom-like amorous eyes were the only light in this wind and snowy night.

Until a second wisp of light appeared. That was dazzling gold, dazzling glorious king's light.

*Hè Lián Zhào Tú* (赫连昭图), amidst the increasingly grand army array, finally revealed a unique glory. Standing tall connecting the Cloud Realm to the sky, his momentum was glorious and fierce, even surpassing *Zhào Rú Chéng* by several points.

"Consort!" His face was unclear in the dazzling light, his voice slightly raised: "Going out to attain divinity, returning to penetrate the true. This intention is very urgent!"

Among the four strong individuals from the inner mansion of the Yellow River Meeting in the Dao Calendar year 3919, all enjoyed worldwide fame and were active on the stage of the divine land. Among them, one was at the absolute peak, two had penetrated the true, and only he, *Zhào Rú Chéng*, had attained divinity. It was not because he lacked the posture to penetrate the true or resources. He was simply ambitious and proud, wanting to find a path that could more closely approach his third brother, wanting a more complete, more powerful self. Tonight, killing his way back, he had already attained the true on the return path.

Hearing the words, he only said: "If it were I who wanted to kill your wife, would you see if you were urgent or not?"

In the process of rapidly approaching the battlefield, the edge of his sword folded, directly facing *Hè Lián Zhào Tú*: "Come! Let us determine life and death. Step on my corpse, and then you can contend with *Yún Yún* (云云)!"

To shoot a person, first shoot the horse; to capture a thief, first capture the king. If *Hè Lián Yún Yún* (赫连云云) died, *Hè Lián Zhào Tú* would become the only choice. Conversely, the same was true! *Zhào Rú Chéng*, with the momentum of cutting through the Cloud Realm Corridor, swung the emperor's sword that changed heaven and earth. Originally, it was to force *Hè Lián Zhào Tú* out. At this time, his wish was granted. Although... *Hè Lián Zhào Tú* should be a more powerful opponent than *Zhū Xiè Mù Yǔ* (祝邪牧羽), more powerful than this constantly increasing iron-armored guard army in the Cloud Realm. He came forward!

However, facing *Zhào Rú Chéng*, who sought battle, facing such an emperor's sword, *Hè Lián Zhào Tú*, who was already showing glory, only retreated one step further.

"Although you hold the emperor's sword in your hand, you are still using a commoner's sword."

"Although I wear an iron tool at my waist, what I grasp in my palm, in terms of power and name, is only the king's sword!"

He shook his head and said: "You and I cannot exchange blows."

His figure retreated, but another figure wearing a sheepskin long robe stepped forward. Just like this exchange, it was the monarch's seat, the good minister's expedition.

This person's hair was dry, yellow, and soft, his eye sockets deep, his appearance not particularly majestic. But the more he walked forward, the heavier his momentum became. Wherever he passed, there was a kind of quietness that seemed to roll over with ten thousand jùns (a unit of weight).

The contemporary master of the *Cāng Yǔ* (苍梧) patrol hunt *yámén* (衙门)... *Hú Yán Jǐng Xuán* (胡延景轩)!

Not long ago, he had just crossed through one *Líng Yě* (灵野) wind eye after another. In the most evil place of the white hair wind, with his overbearing physical body, he directly bombarded and dispersed the divine power of *Cāng Tú* (苍图). Using an almost self-destructive method, he ascended himself, desiring to achieve complete absolute peak. Originally, even when *Gǔ Shì Yī* (古师仪) came to his door and bombarded him with a punch, he endured strongly and did not break through, just unwilling to stop at the absolute peak. As someone who had once created the history of penetrating the true in the Northern Border, his goal was also above all true cultivators in the Northern Border. The absolute peak was an unreachable superhuman end point for many true cultivators in their lifetime, but he had to reserve a hope of transcendence for himself.

But when *Huáng Fǔ* (黄弗) also came to the grassland and began the final complete breakthrough, he, who had long been suppressed by *Huáng Fǔ*, finally could no longer keep his heart calm. As *È Kè Liè* (恶克烈) said, the country with faith worshipped *Huáng Fǔ*, where did that leave him, the *Cāng Yǔ* *yámén* master?

He said it was a necessary transaction... Even His Majesty the Emperor personally conquered the heaven country, he did not tell him, this *Cāng Yǔ* *yámén* master.

And his unwillingness, his lack of calmness, finally solidified as a flaw in his heart realm, causing his ascent to the top this time to end in failure—when *Hè Lián Zhào Tú* found him, he had already frozen into an ice sculpture, risking being frozen to death by the white hair wind. Fortunately, the warm embrace of the long-lived golden tent resurrected him from a corpse-like state.

The failure of the ascent and near death were misfortunes. But after taking this step, he instead saw the true completeness. He only needed to raise his Dao body back to its peak, then he could achieve it in one step. Now that *È Kè Liè* was already dead, the joint elders' group was undoubtedly still suppressed low... He naturally chose *Hè Lián Zhào Tú*.

The great *Mù* Emperor did not trust him enough. Great Elder *Bó Ěr Zhī Jīn È Kè Liè* (博尔赤斤恶克烈) died as soon as he said he would die. *Hè Lián Zhào Tú* yet personally risked, went deep into the *Líng Yě* wind eye, enduring the wind and rain pouring down like the divine power of *Cāng Tú*, and saved him back. So today, this forward step was truly natural.

Asking him to kill *Hè Lián Yún Yún*, he definitely could not do it. He was not like *Zhū Xiè Mù Yǔ*, that kind of person who bet his family on *Hè Lián Zhào Tú*. But letting him deal with this consort from outside was not a problem at all.

He walked forward. His fist was already meeting the tip of *Zhào Rú Chéng*'s sword. The divine ability emperor's sword had the benefits of the world, yet *Hú Yán Jǐng Xuán* resisted the sword's edge with his fist. This sword could open heaven and split the ground, but it could not open the mountain formed by this fist.

In an instant, heaven and earth overturned. *Zhào Rú Chéng* held the sword in his hand, but saw the fist pressing down. That was a boundless high mountain, its Dao patterns entwining like trees, its stones like mirrored walls. It rolled over silently, appearing to be from top to bottom, but in reality, it was everywhere. It was like a stone roller rolling over a wheat field, and the person who was the target of this single fist was forced into the autumn ears in the wheat field. Yuan force, air, all true feelings of the five senses, everything was rolled to the limit, flattened into a thin sheet of paper. The quietness of *Hú Yán Jǐng Xuán*'s walk came exactly from this. Extreme force brought extreme rolling over. But walking upon this, all things were silent!

*Hú Yán Jǐng Xuán* bombarded out with one fist, then waited to receive the momentum—even before *Hè Lián Zhào Tú* made his move, he had made great efforts to draw *Zhào Rú Chéng* away, not kill him off. How could he, *Hú Yán Jǐng Xuán*, be so stubborn as to actually kill this person and thus incur the enmity of the true monarch of the river town? He only wanted to let *Zhào Rú Chéng* deeply understand the gap between them, thereby ending this meaningless confrontation.

But as he desired to receive his five fingers, he paused. He saw the different color in *Zhào Rú Chéng*'s pupils under his fist. Logically, this one fist bombardment should have ended the battle. Although both sides were contemporary true persons, within the same realm, the gap was also very obvious. He was only waiting for his Dao body to recover, then he could complete the absolute peak, becoming the first true cultivator in the *Mù* country to penetrate the true. *Zhào Rú Chéng* was someone who had newly advanced to penetrate the true tonight.

But under the absolute gap... When the stone roller rolled over the wheat field, even the crushed wheat would emit a creaking sound!

*Creak!*

*Kacha!*

Words could not describe *Zhào Rú Chéng*'s appearance; he had become a shaky bloody person. Bones cracking! Blood surging from his seven orifices!

But he drew his sword! He met *Hú Yán Jǐng Xuán*'s fist, not resisting, not thinking of escaping, but instead drew his sword. Using attack against attack!

The emperor's sword cried out at this moment, the sound of breaking, the sound of bones cracking. So, amidst all the broken edges, bloomed such a wonderfully extreme sword. *Hú Yán Jǐng Xuán*, above his fist, saw the sword blade horizontal across the world, as if the sun had risen from the eastern mountain. He suddenly heard the tide of fate surge, and his eyes saw emptiness. He instinctively thought of a sword style name—

*Jié Wú Kōng Jìng* (劫无空境)!

The famous sword of the true monarch of the river town, pushed by *Jǐ Jìng Lù* (纪景鲁), the king of Mount *Dài* (岱) in the *Jǐng* (景) country, as a sword that "ends the journey of penetrating the true." Praised by *Wǔ Xùn* (武巽), the great general of the Wei country, as a sword that "exhausts contemporaries, true persons see this without dreams!"

This sword, *Jiāng Wàng* (姜望), did not only pass to *Zhào Rú Chéng*. Like the new sword canons he would push out every so often, like all the absolute learning he had self-created, this Dao sword style was also placed in the *Cháo Wén Dào* (朝闻道) heaven palace's performance law pavilion, allowing any person who crossed the threshold to learn it. But this sword was also publicly recognized as one of the most difficult sword styles to learn. Almost no one had successfully learned it. *Hú Yán Jǐng Xuán* himself had also flipped through it and found that the path was different and difficult to comprehend.

*Zhào Rú Chéng*'s situation was, of course, not the same. *Jiāng Wàng* would not only teach him but also break it down and teach it point by point, hand in hand. He would demonstrate it infinitely, without reservation.

*Hú Yán Jǐng Xuán* was not surprised that *Zhào Rú Chéng* was able to learn this sword. But *Zhào Rú Chéng*'s sword, compared to *Jiāng Wàng*'s *Jié Wú Kōng Jìng*, was different. The original *Jié Wú Kōng Jìng* was a sword that, once struck, would break the path of fate, making fate empty, causing a person to fall into that empty journey before the true extinction of fate, an empty void and illusion that is extinguished before death.

*Zhào Rú Chéng*'s *Jié Wú Kōng Jìng* was "a hundred劫 (calamities) of life and death, standing alone," that kind of lonely sense. It was nobility, honor, blood relatives, close friends, good teachers... All that was cherished, all destroyed in the extinction of the calamity. What remained after the calamity... was not life. It was an unspeakable sorrow, a heart forever "empty"! This was truly a sword with self-feeling, its edge unique.

*Hú Yán Jǐng Xuán* almost saw that youth who had originally thought his third brother was already dead, who had given up all illusions, preparing to seek revenge against the *Zhuāng* (庄) country, against this current lineage of the Qin Emperor... That youth who went back and forth alone on the line between life and death. He saw the "dried up" desert, and compared to the erosion of body and soul, a heart that was even more withered.

He suddenly pulled back his fist! He ended this exchange of fist against sword, avoiding this confrontation. Being able to change the direction of the battle situation at any time, advancing and retreating freely, was of course an embodiment of his advantage. But he, *Hú Yán Jǐng Xuán*, in front of the initially advancing *Zhào Rú Chéng*, retreated a step!

*Zhào Rú Chéng* forced this person away with one sword, without hesitation, and directly turned his sword towards *Hè Lián Zhào Tú*—still as before, killing *Hè Lián Zhào Tú*, and then all disputes today could end... Although this matter, it now seemed impossible.

He saw *Hè Lián Yún Yún* constantly struggling amidst the heavy soldier evil, seeing the fatal blows of *Zhū Xiè Mù Yǔ* being deflected time after time. He stared intently at *Hè Lián Zhào Tú*. Then he advanced and advanced again.

Looking at this beautiful man with blood-dyed peach blossom eyes, with a momentum exchanged for life, *Hú Yán Jǐng Xuán* felt a kind of respect and raised his fist, wanting to go forward again.

He heard a sentence in his ear—

"How? This *Zhào Rú Chéng* is already so fierce, even *Hú Yán* *yámén* master cannot quickly defeat him?"

A frosty green sword light descended from the sky, directly meeting the emperor's sword, blocking *Zhào Rú Chéng* a hundred steps away. A woman with cold eyebrows and eyes, her hair tied with a ribbon, walked from that distant place in the Cloud Realm Corridor.

*Wán Yán Qīng Shuāng* (完颜青霜)!

*Hú Yán Jǐng Xuán*'s heart was surprised. Yesterday, she was only a divine attain cultivator who contended with *Wán Yán Dù* (完颜杜), her strength was strong, but also limited. How could she have this level of killing power of a true penetrator today? Looking at her cultivation, there was clearly no further leap. What did she rely on? That sword?

The hall below *Zhào Tú* was truly unfathomable. The intensity of the struggle was under his control, and who knew how many cards he had not revealed... Even Hall below *Yún Yún* brought out all her dark hands within the divine teach of *Cāng Tú*, risking offending the great priest of the divine crown, strongly ordering the gold crown priest *Nà Mó Duō* (那莫多) to participate in the succession struggle, yet she could not change the situation. No wonder she only left the capital in the snowy night and came to *Jīn Tán Dū* (金滩都) to gamble one round. But this kind of choice made under no other option, how could Hall below *Zhào Tú* not be prepared?

To put it simply, she still lost the first move. One step slow, the whole game is lost. *Hè Lián Yún Yún*'s disadvantage led to many of her means being unable to be displayed, leading many past operations to choose to watch at this moment. Waving flags and cheering for the winner, and shedding life to sink with the loser's ship, these are two completely different things. The former is what human nature seeks, flocking to it; the latter requires immense courage, only possible for direct iron rods. Finally embodied in the chess game, it was a huge gap where ten thousand *lǐ* (a unit of distance) of rivers and mountains were swallowed alive or died.

Tonight, the end of the succession struggle here, for the entire *Mù* country, was only one night of wild wind and sudden snow, not affecting the grassland order at all. Only the cattle and sheep in the distant sheds whimpered a few times, only some grass was fattened... Who could have imagined that this was once considered an evenly matched succession struggle?

His heart was filled with many emotions, only rolling and sinking into silence.

Facing this *Wán Yán Qīng Shuāng*, this princess consort's question, *Hú Yán Jǐng Xuán* only said: "It will take some hands and feet!"

"Just spend some... hands and feet?" *Zhào Rú Chéng*'s seven orifices overflowed with blood, he held the sword and stepped forward: "Then, whose hands and feet will be spent? Yours, *Hú Yán Jǐng Xuán*, or yours, *Wán Yán Qīng Shuāng*?"

"Boring quibbling—Husband and wife are originally birds in the same forest, great disaster comes, each flies their own way!" *Wán Yán Qīng Shuāng* looked at him, remotely controlling the frosty green sword, its spiritual light very bright: "*Zhào Rú Chéng*, you should not have returned."

"Husband and wife are of course birds in the same forest!" The corner of *Zhào Rú Chéng*'s mouth overflowed with bloody smile, using his sword to resist the sword, continuing forward: "Perhaps you are in the same forest but with different hearts—*Yún Yún* and I want to perch on the same branch, sleep in the same tomb."

*Wán Yán Qīng Shuāng* was about to speak, when a hand reached out from behind and patted her shoulder.

"Alright," *Hè Lián Zhào Tú* said.

*Hè Lián Zhào Tú*, who had been watching everything from beginning to end, finally stepped forward. He saw *Hè Lián Yún Yún* in a situation where her heavenly eye was sealed, and she was also suffering from the backlash of the *Yì Yáng* (益阳) Palace being suppressed. In the army array under *Zhū Xiè Mù Yǔ*'s jurisdiction, her struggle became increasingly powerless; at this moment, she was only relying on a burst of will to fight. He saw that *Zhào Rú Chéng* was already spent, only stubbornly supporting himself and still moving forward... His pair of cyan eyes saw everything clearly.

*Wán Yán Qīng Shuāng* still had a risk of defeating such a *Zhào Rú Chéng*, but *Hú Yán Jǐng Xuán* was absolutely without loss here. He stepped forward at this time, of course, not to seize merit, let alone to show bravery again in a situation where victory was certain.

He only looked at *Zhào Rú Chéng*: "Consort, you are a smart person. I heard that the first thing you did after returning from the underworld was to confirm the death of Great Elder *È Kè Liè*. Do you know that although this matter needs to be announced to the world, I have pressed down the seal country book and temporarily have not sent it out?"

"It's probably someone deliberately informing me!" *Zhào Rú Chéng* did not show surprise: "Someone hopes that I return, and participate in this political struggle in a timely manner, perhaps it is possible... They hope that I die here."

*Wán Yán Qīng Shuāng*'s delicate eyebrows raised.

"Since you know, you still want to return?" *Hè Lián Zhào Tú* asked.

"Who is behind it, what their purpose is, has no meaning to me," *Zhào Rú Chéng* once again tightly gripped the sword handle: "I only need to confirm that the matter is true, *Hè Lián Yún Yún* is here, I have no second choice."

He answered *Hè Lián Zhào Tú*'s question on one hand, satisfying the winner's desire to express himself from above, while on the other hand, he seized the time to recover his Dao body.

"Who hopes you return to the grassland, this question indeed has no meaning to discuss now," *Hè Lián Zhào Tú* waved, looking at him without surprise: "Now you should know, it was I who intentionally lured you away. What qualifications do you, *Zhào Rú Chéng*, have, let alone wanting to do everything possible, first distract you—you are so smart. Can you or can't you tell me?"

*Zhào Rú Chéng*'s mouth still overflowed with blood, but with a difficult, and somewhat proud smile: "A man's self-respect is embodied in protecting the person he cherishes. Not a false face. Moreover, I don't think seeking help from my third brother is a faceless thing. A brother taking care of a younger brother is the principle of heaven. *Yún Yún* also calls him third brother, how can he not protect one below?"

Since he had already mentioned his third brother, then this time he didn't need to fight again. He simply inverted the emperor's sword, propped it on the ground, supporting himself, and just kept rambling: "I even seek help from my tiger brother. Although his cultivation has not reached yours, he will also rush over at the first time. If I die, he will collect my corpse for me—"

He looked at *Hè Lián Zhào Tú* and smiled: "He will also remember you forever."

It was forever. Less than a year, less than a month, less than a day, it was not forever. It was not dying, then not resting.

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