141: 23. Posthumous Events

Billions of various longswords, like a waterfall, poured straight down.

In just an instant, they successively pierced through Saint Wuji’s body.

No matter how he attacked, no matter how he defended.

In the face of the rule of sharpness that cut through everything, it was all in vain.

Whether it was his body or soul, Dao essence or karma, all were completely severed.

After one strike, the invisible sword of sharpness suddenly vanished, and having lost its controller, it once again merged into this world.

The remaining billions of longswords, having lost their leader, spontaneously pierced through the void and returned to their original worlds.

Saint Wuji, who was originally almost the strongest in the world, standing proudly above the Nine Heavens, looking down upon all living beings, now fell powerlessly to the ground like a drifting duckweed in the wind, a clump of withered grass.

This phenomenon was too immense in its momentum.

Even a Mahayana cultivator might not be able to summon billions of longswords, as if all nations were coming to pay tribute.

Even the terrifying battle fluctuations of Bai Linglong and Demon Emperor Liang in the depths of the void abruptly ceased.

Linglong, she could no longer sense her master’s aura.

Where is her master?

Where was the master she had just met?

Why did every encounter only last for a fleeting moment, a brief glimpse, only for them to be separated by life and death once more?

Demon Subduing Sword silently dropped to the ground.

It was originally Meng Yun’s exclusive item, and now that Meng Yun had died and his Dao dissipated, it was homeless.

Thus, it fell to the ground.

Immediately, a slender, jade-like hand picked it up and held it.

The wooden sword was warm and smooth like jade, yet its sharpness was fully revealed.

Just like the feeling Meng Yun gave her.

She.

She was not Bai Linglong.

She was not Wu Yinyao.

She was Shangguan Qing.

In this life, the only woman who had been intimate with Meng Yun and had truly been his wife.

“Don’t touch that sword, it will hurt…”

Wu Yinyao’s startled voice rang out.

She didn’t recognize the black-robed girl in front of her, but she could see the dimness in the black-robed girl’s eyes.

Just like her own eyes ten thousand years ago, at that very moment.

Shangguan Qing was expressionless, completely disregarding Wu Yinyao’s warning.

With Demon Subduing Sword in hand, it did not show even the slightest repulsion towards her.

Demon Subduing Swordplay quietly circulated.

Three inches of golden light emanated from the sword’s edge.

The pure Demon Subduing Swordplay, even Wu Yinyao and Linglong could not successfully wield it.

After all, this was originally Meng Yun ruthlessly overexerting himself to impart it.

Holding Demon Subduing Sword.

Shangguan Qing walked step by step, step by step, to Saint Wuji’s corpse.

She plunged the sword fiercely into his eye socket.

“Give me back… Meng Yun…”

The sword was pulled out, and then plunged into the other eye socket.

“Give me back Meng Yun!”

She pulled it out and thrust it into his forehead.

“You give me back Meng Yun, give me back Meng Yun!!!”

If Shangguan Qing initially still had a bit of restraint and rationality, by the end, she was acting completely impulsively and without order.

His nose, ears, cheeks, mouth, and finally his neck, were all pierced and torn by her, leaving no trace of his original elegant face.

“You give me back Meng Yun…Woo woo woo…”

“Give me back…”

Falling powerlessly to the ground, Shangguan Qing sobbed uncontrollably.

Life and death, a vast unknown.

Even if her remaining life was long, she would not be able to find another person like him in the vast sea of humanity.

Passionate like fire, tender like water.

Like the refreshing wind in the mountains.

Like the warm sunlight in an ancient city.

Grief welled up in Shangguan Qing’s heart, and she once again held Demon Subduing Sword level, fiercely drawing it across her slender neck.

To live together, to die in the same grave.

However, at this critical moment, two figures acted like lightning, one snatching Demon Subduing Sword, and the other steadying her form.

With Demon Subduing Sword back in her hand, Wu Yinyao also felt immense sorrow, but as an Emperor of a region, her status restricted her from showing more emotion in front of others.

Therefore, she appeared to be the most cold and heartless.

Wu Yinyao said nothing; her attitude towards Shangguan Qing was incredibly complex.

Whether she accepted it or not, Shangguan Qing was, in fact, the woman by Meng Yun’s side.

“Instead of dying here, why not go to Three Saints Palace and kill to your heart’s content!” Luo Mian restrained Shangguan Qing and appeared before her.

He didn’t even need to think to know that this girl was undoubtedly Meng Yun’s new wife.

Pah!

Useless Meng Yun.

His brother had been single for ten thousand years, but that kid, he got a girl, then just kicked the bucket himself.

Leaving her to grieve for ten thousand years.

Thinking of this, Luo Mian couldn’t help but turn his head and glance at Wu Yinyao.

A sudden chill shot up from his feet to the top of his head.

Luo Mian hastily turned back.

Bai Linglong’s figure also appeared here, looking at Luo Mian and Shangguan Qing with a murderous aura: “Let’s go to Three Saints Palace together and kill them all!”

In Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader’s eyes, a violent storm also surged. Eastern Abyss and Dragon Spirit had both died, and the Immortal Sect was almost wiped out. How could he, as the Sect Master, not have made a grave mistake!

After killing all the people of Three Saints Palace and avenging the blood feud, he would definitely go to Xuanwu Heaven to encircle and suppress the demon seeds, to atone for his own sins!

He would not return even if it meant a hundred deaths!

Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader was somewhat disheartened: “Since that is the case, let’s depart.”

Wu Yinyao’s beautiful eyes also had emotions churning, but she ultimately suppressed them well:

“Luo Mian, Linglong, you cannot go.”

As a Great Emperor of a region, one should take it upon themselves to rule over all people and enlighten the world. Even if justice is to be served, it should follow legal procedures.

Luo Mian understood Wu Yinyao’s difficulties. In this turbulent and magnificent Heaven Domain, merely being the strongest in combat power might not be enough to subdue many forces and make them willingly submit.

Being a Heavenly Emperor was, in fact, very difficult.

“Sigh!” Luo Mian let out a long sigh, savagely plunging Falling Star Spear into the ground.

Sometimes, he really didn’t want to be this damned Great Emperor anymore!

Wouldn’t it be better to occupy a territory and be the head of a sect?

Look at Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader, he can fight whoever he wants; might makes right!

“I insist on going!” Linglong snorted coldly, ignoring Wu Yinyao’s command.

“I’m not being this Great Emperor anymore!”

She was originally Meng Yun’s pet, and throughout her life, in every life, she only recognized Meng Yun as her one master. Following Wu Yinyao was only because she was his woman.

But now.

Her master died while fighting Saint Wuji.

If, as his pet, she were to abandon the blood feud of her master’s death for the sake of a mere Great Emperor position, what Dao would she cultivate, what immortality would she achieve!

“Bai Linglong, say that again?” Wu Yinyao’s eyes flickered, but her words remained calm.

Her vision was far more long-term than Bai Linglong’s.

Only by becoming the legendary Immortal Emperor would she have enough strength to traverse the Three Thousand Worlds, find Meng Yun’s current existence, and uncover the secret of his continuous reincarnation.

By becoming a Heavenly Emperor and Great Emperor of a Heaven Domain, they would have the top-tier cultivation resources and compete with strong individuals from other Heaven Domains for that sole supreme Immortal Emperor throne.

But Bai Linglong said she didn’t want to be a Great Emperor…

“What, do you want to fight?!”

“Wu Yinyao, I’ve long found you displeasing to the eye!” Bai Linglong’s nine fox tails shot up into the sky, a momentum that even Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader couldn’t help but click his tongue and shake his head at!

Wu Yinyao’s expression remained unchanged, but she could also feel the powerful fluctuations emanating from Linglong at this moment.

She hadn’t seen her for a while, and she didn’t expect her strength to have improved even further!

But she didn’t want to fight.

Or rather, the most fundamental girl in her heart also had the same impulse as Linglong.

To quit and not do it anymore!

To directly assault Three Saints Palace and wipe out their entire family!

She shouldn’t have preserved their rotten lives for the sake of stability back then!

Wu Yinyao closed her eyes:

“Effective immediately, Bai Linglong’s position as Western Extremity Great Emperor is revoked.

From now on, any of her actions have nothing to do with my Meng Yun Pavilion.”

As the words fell, the entire scene fell silent.

The Heavenly Emperor’s decree, every living being in White Tiger Heaven, would naturally obey.

“Sigh.” Luo Mian sighed softly.

Someone would always have to seek justice for Brother Meng Yun.

And someone would always have to voluntarily bear the responsibility and continue to move forward silently.

Bai Linglong took a deep look at Wu Yinyao, then turned and left without looking back.

“Let’s go.”

Bai Linglong led the way, followed by Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader, and behind them were Shangguan Qing and a group of disciples who had survived the disaster.

“Meow…”

Ru Yi was disheartened, like an old cat nearing its end, silently curling up and closing its eyes in the place where Meng Yun’s lingering aura was strongest.

On this day, it simultaneously lost its playmate.

And once again lost its master.

But the cat, still hadn’t learned about farewells.