13: She also saw the truth of the world

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【When you were young, you saved Wu Yinyao, and from then on, you rose rapidly, soaring to great heights. Your reputation echoed throughout the vast Martial Country, and the name White Cloud Virtuous Minister was known to all.】

【You captured Martial Universe Qiankun through strategy, single-handedly pacifying the chaotic times; you drafted national development plans, benefiting millions. The world sang your praises, seeing you as the capable minister who revitalized the Martial Country.】

【Alas, Heaven envied your talent; you were contaminated by a demonic seed, but for the sake of all beings, you steadfastly refused to yield, truly a hero of your generation.】

【For Wu Yinyao alone, you slaughtered a hundred thousand demonic beasts, becoming her final protector. You had no regrets.】

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Meng Yun opened his eyes, letting the Simulator system settle the rewards.

His eyes were vacant, as if he had experienced a true death once more.

“Huu…”

Meng Yun exhaled deeply, finally sitting up from the bed.

This death experience truly left a lasting impact on him.

What does it feel like for one’s body to be exploded by energy, to crumble inch by inch?

As ordinary people, you and I will never be able to experience it.

But Meng Yun experienced it; it was a kind of pain, an unbearable pain.

He sighed again, his gaze blankly fixed on the settlement progress bar, and simultaneously on the countdown of the last twenty minutes of his life.

System, please don’t get stuck at 99.9999%!

… …

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.

True pain, on the contrary, does not lead to tears.

Wu Yinyao’s body was enveloped in a hazy light; demonic beasts were all fearful and submissive, not daring to approach.

When a demonic general charged, Wu Yinyao neither dodged nor avoided. The light pulsating around her body dissolved all attacks, as if the powers of Heaven and Earth were protecting her.

In a sense, she became immortal.

Before the Calculating Heaven and Deducing Earth effect ended, Wu Yinyao was invincible.

Wu Yinyao knelt on the ground; the secret art healed all her external injuries, but it could not heal the emptiness in her heart.

“Meng Yun… Meng Yun…”

“Meng Yun… Meng Yun…”

Wu Yinyao, a royal noble, had now become a lonely ghost.

She found a glowing red scale in the bloody mud.

Like a lifeline, she clutched it tightly, treating it as Meng Yun’s last gift to her.

The truth.

Wu Yinyao swore that she would definitely find the truth behind Meng Yun’s mutation and his tragic death!

Only then would her continued existence have meaning; only then would her future life have direction!

Wu Yinyao activated her internal energy, embedding the scale fiercely into her glabella.

Blood spilled from her forehead, and at her glabella, a bizarre, blood-red eye seemed to open.

From this moment on, she would live on, alone, carrying Meng Yun’s last relic.

Not living, but surviving.

The Meng Yun who saved her from assassination was dead.

The Meng Yun who picked dates with her was dead.

The Meng Yun who talked with her all night and taught her wholeheartedly was dead.

No one would tell her those bizarre stories, write those strange, melancholic poems, or sing those chaotic songs anymore.

Meng Yun, her only husband in this life, was dead.

Life without Meng Yun did not deserve to be called living.

Wu Yinyao wanted to die right then and there. However, to die so hastily would make her husband’s sacrifice seem like a joke.

He had abandoned everything, sacrificed his life, to give her his final protection, so she, no matter how much her heart ached, had to live on.

For Meng Yun’s sake too.

The demonic beasts were endless.

So Wu Yinyao chose to break through on the spot to increase her killing efficiency.

“After Heaven Peak,” she said.

The Calculating Heaven and Deducing Earth gave her strength, and thus, she became After Heaven Peak.

An ordinary sword became a divine weapon in her hands.

Facing a Xiantian demonic general, Wu Yinyao struck with one sword, directly splitting it in two.

No one could withstand a single blow from her.

This was After Heaven Peak under the protection of Heaven and Earth, stronger than the Xiantian demonic generals catalyzed by demonic seeds.

This demonic general was not the only one who had harmed her husband.

Wu Yinyao began to search; wherever she passed, demonic beast corpses lay strewn across the fields, piled up like mountains.

That day, she slew until the sky and earth turned dark, blood flowed like rivers, the sun and moon trembled, and mountains and rivers inverted for her!

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

Wu Yinyao rode without rest, killing for three days and three nights straight.

The scale on her forehead became even more blood-red and enchanting, and her wedding dress became the funeral shroud of the demonic beasts.

Demonic beasts were all terrified at the mere mention of her name.

They couldn’t kill her, and they couldn’t defeat her.

All they could do was flee.

“Mercy, we were also acting under the will of the God…” a demonic general cried out in terror, kneeling and begging for his life.

God?

God… what is that?

The already numb Wu Yinyao’s eyes showed a hint of vitality for the first time.

She thought, perhaps by finding this God, she could find the truth behind her husband’s death and disappearance.

“Who is the God you speak of? And where is it?”

Wu Yinyao’s gaze was icy, her longsword pointed directly at the demonic general’s neck.

The demonic general swallowed, revealing everything: “No demonic general has ever seen the God, but the God’s will echoes in our ears, and the God’s location, it is said to be in…”

An unseen red line suddenly surged, directly controlling the demonic general.

The demonic general, who was about to reveal crucial information, instantly showed a strange smile, its eyes turning crimson:

“Looking for me?”

“Go beyond Zhenyang Pass, to the extreme north. Do you dare?!”

“Besides Meng Yun, you are the best flesh and blood I have ever seen… Hehehe, hehehe!!”

As the laughter faded, it gave Wu Yinyao no time to react; its neck snapped, and it died by its own hand.

The truth was in the extreme north.

“Heh heh…”

The already deranged Wu Yinyao revealed a morbid, delighted smile, gripping a sword, and set off alone for Zhenyang Pass.

She captured a flying demonic beast, plunged her sword into its back, and soared into the sky.

A day later, she arrived outside Zhenyang Pass.

Then, Wu Yinyao’s eyes narrowed sharply.

She saw a person.

A person so tattered that he could barely be called human.

He propped himself up with the silver spear in his hand, rather die than kneel.

He was the last Xiantian of Martial Country, the last God of War.

Marquis Zhenyang, Luo Mian.

A trace of vitality finally returned to Wu Yinyao’s face.

“Luo Mian, you’re still as reckless as ever…”

“But I envy you one thing: when you die, you’ll be reunited with your brothers.”

“But I can’t, however, don’t go too fast, wait for me obediently up ahead…”

She dropped the tattered longsword in her hand and took the silver spear from Luo Mian’s hand.

The spear tip touched the ground, and the land within a hundred meters cracked, burying Luo Mian’s body completely.

Rest in peace.

Wu Yinyao continued north.

She traversed the vast Gobi Desert and crossed the snow-capped mountains.

She walked through endless deserts and ventured through vast forests.

Wu Yinyao walked this path for two years.

From After Heaven Peak, she reached Xiantian.

Finally, she arrived at a cliff and an extreme abyss.

Beneath the abyss, a chilling, blood-red demonic eye opened.

“You, are you the God?” Wu Yinyao raised her long spear, expressionless.

“This appearance, does it even deserve to be called God?”

The demonic seed was unconcerned, its eye opening and closing, actually speaking human words:

“You, you’ve finally come.”

Endless scenes, projected directly in front of Wu Yinyao through the demonic eye.

Wu Yinyao also saw the truth of the world.