327: Chapter 327: "Great Fortune Abounds"

These sword cultivators, although the poorest group among martial artists, were all the most upright and unyielding of souls.

Carrying thousands upon thousands of indomitable wills, they followed in the footsteps of Ye Jingjun, marching without hesitation toward the army of monsters frozen within the Great Wall.

"Sword, come."

Ye Jingjun whispered softly, severing the Heartless Sword path she had cultivated her entire life, and entered the sword with ultimate emotion and sincerity.

"Everyone, follow me, Ye Jingjun, to slay those Tier 14 Great Demons!"

In an instant, ten million crimson sword beams illuminated the entire dark East Sea.

Some were bright and dazzling, while others were weak and dim. But when they converged, there was only one shape left.

The most dazzling sword beam among them was Ye Jingjun.

She alone, with a single sword, transformed into the sharpest blade, weaving madly through the glaciers.

Her sword energy spanned millions of miles, slaughtering half of the frozen monsters along with their souls, grinding them into dust.

However, her body could ultimately not withstand such heaven-destroying backlash.

Finally, with a crisp "crack," the broken sword in her hand shattered inch by inch.

Ye Jingjun's physical body was also riddled with holes. Not a single piece of intact flesh could be found.

She stood at the end of the void, still maintaining the posture of swinging her sword. Together with the sword cultivators behind her, they turned into ash filling the sky in the wind.

"Jingjun..."

Su Chen's throat was already hoarse from screaming.

Due to the violent ups and downs of his emotions, he felt as if his pitiful soul within his numb shell was being sliced by a thousand knives.

Seeing this, Su Chen suddenly felt a splitting headache. That pain felt like something was about to break out from his mind.

He clutched his head in agony, his consciousness subconsciously looking inward. He was astonished to discover that his soul was trapped tightly within a crystal-clear, six-sided mysterious ice block.

That was the best proof of him self-sealing his soul when he witnessed the corpse of Su Daji.

And at this moment, this indestructible six-sided iceberg, following the shock of the deaths of Teacher Wang Jin, Su Wanyue, Jiang Luoli, Cang Mingyue, and Ye Jingjun, already had its five sides covered in dense, shocking cracks.

At this very moment, Su Chen suddenly felt the shackles on his body disappear. He could move.

His consciousness, which had been sealed for half a year, finally returned completely to reality.

Su Chen suddenly raised his head, breathing in the air of reality in large gulps.

He discovered that he was still sitting in that wheelchair, made of unknown material, but capable of floating.

And before him, standing in the rain of blood, was Zhuge Jinyu, wearing a pure white prime minister's robe, her white hair dancing wildly in the wind, beautiful enough to make one's heart ache.

Su Chen stared at her with wide eyes. He discovered with horror.

The Great Qian Prime Minister's life-bound Bagua formation disk, which represented her lifelong cultivation, had already shattered and disappeared into the gloomy sky, along with the swarm of strange demons that she and Ye Jingjun had joined forces to slaughter behind her.

Su Chen knew all too well what this meant. He could even clearly feel that the vitality in her body was rapidly fading. Even maintaining a standing position appeared extremely difficult.

"Xiao Yu!"

Su Chen finally let out the first scream after half a year of silence.

He struggled to stand up from the wheelchair, wanting to reach out and hold her tightly. The moment his hands touched her, her body was already bone-chillingly cold. He could no longer feel a trace of warmth from a living person.

Zhuge Jinyu did not speak. She merely used her last ounce of strength, drifting over gently like a weightless feather.

She extended both hands, cupping Su Chen's cheeks. She pressed a kiss onto Su Chen's forehead.

Her lips moved slightly, and in a voice only Su Chen could hear, she silently recited the last four words of the Great Qian Prime Minister's life: "Peace, Across the Realm."

"Hum—!"

As these four words fell, an absolute defensive barrier emitting brilliant golden light erupted from Su Chen as the center, protecting him tightly within. It isolated him from all the wind, rain, and slaughter of the outside world.

That was the last thing the Great Qian Prime Minister, who was also his wife, could do for him.

The Great Peace Formation. It was infused with Zhuge Jinyu's remaining flesh and cultivation.

If Su Chen wished, even if Blue Star were completely destroyed, he would not suffer the slightest harm. He could completely rely on the extraordinary items left behind by the six women before they departed to continue investing, or choose to cultivate himself, reaching a level sufficient to ignore all of this and break through the void to leave this place.

After doing all this, Zhuge Jinyu was like a wick that had exhausted all its fuel, completely losing her strength. She collapsed softly into Su Chen's embrace. That snow-white hair, having lost the restraint of the hairpin, cascaded like a waterfall onto Su Chen's chest.

Su Chen sat in the wheelchair, clutching her tightly. Tears flowed from his eyes incessantly, dripping onto her cheeks.

Zhuge Jinyu lay in his arms, her eyes already beginning to lose focus. She tried hard to curve the corners of her eyes, reached out, and with infinite tenderness and attachment, wiped away the tears on Su Chen's face bit by bit.

"Sir, don't cry."

Her voice was very soft.

"This game of chess."

"Xiao Yu has finished playing it."

She looked at him deeply one last time.

"Next, it is your turn... to place the piece."

"This is what you taught me, Sir."

"Once the piece is placed... there should be no regrets."

After saying this, the peerless Female Prime Minister of Great Qian passed away with a smile in the arms of the man she loved most. The hand that was wiping away tears fell weakly to her side.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!"

At the moment Zhuge Jinyu died, Su Chen raised his head and roared in desperate, shrill agony.

At the same time, he discovered that the six-sided ice in his mind, which had always shackled his soul and been used to escape reality, after enduring this final and most fatal blow of "Zhuge Jinyu's death," "Boom—!!!" shattered instantly at this moment, turning into dust.

Accompanied by that sound resonating from the depths of his soul, like something breaking, Su Chen's originally sealed senses and frozen emotions, like a nine-heaven galaxy, poured madly into Su Chen's shell with a destructive force. He was completely, thoroughly awake.

However, the awakening did not bring the joy of rebirth, but a despair ten thousand times more cruel than death by a thousand cuts.

The reality before his eyes even made Su Chen somewhat regret breaking that beautiful illusion.

Before his eyes, the cold rain of blood, which he did not know belonged to the sacrificed martial artists or the strange demons, fell onto his face, mixing with the tears rolling from his eyes, and landed on Zhuge Jinyu's already cold, beautiful face.

The Female Prime Minister of Great Qian, in order to set up this absolute defensive barrier of "Peace Across the Realm" for him, had exhausted her last bit of life essence.