Chapter 106 I am not reconciled; I died at the hands of my own people, but today my name is finally cleared!
That's Kunpeng's obsession!
Moved by the most powerful sword strike of this lifetime, it manifested once more.
Kunpeng looked up at the sky, feeling the power of the sword from the Primordial Immortal Lord, as well as the four causal lines that had been severed in the darkness. Two lines of clear tears slid down his illusory face.
"I'm not reconciled..."
"To die at the hands of one's own people..."
"Billions of years of waiting, billions of years of humiliation..."
"Today, justice has finally been served!"
After speaking, the illusory image of Kunpeng's obsession also bent deeply towards the direction of Qingyun Prefecture in the Upper Realm.
In the beginning…
We will never forget your great kindness!
"Boom!"
With this final knot in his heart untied, that obsession completely transformed into a shower of light, dissipating into the air and the sea.
In an instant, the broken halberd hummed and shone brightly!
It's as if it's reminiscing about the past of the Kunpeng...
The lower realm, the desolate wasteland.
The vast mountain range stretches for thousands of miles, its extent unknown.
In the depths of this vast wilderness, ancient trees reach for the sky, monkeys howl and tigers roar, various ancient species roam freely, and fierce birds soar through the air, creating an atmosphere filled with the most primitive and savage spirit.
However, nestled in this perilous wilderness lies a peaceful and tranquil little village.
Stone Village.
At the entrance of the village, a charred willow tree takes root.
Its entire body was charred black, as if it had been struck by lightning and had been dead for thousands of years.
But from that withered trunk, a crystal-clear green willow branch hangs down, radiating a hazy vitality and halo, enveloping the entire stone village, like a pure land, impervious to all evil.
There is no outside noise here, only the sounds of children playing and the simple laughter of villagers.
Since that day when the mysterious man called the Primordial Immortal Lord descended, had a secret talk with the Willow God, and not long ago the Willow God forcefully killed the Qiongqi, suppressed the Zhu Yan and the Vermilion Bird, and seized the mountain treasure, the foundation of the entire Stone Village has become increasingly profound.
At that time, Zhu Yan, in the form of a little golden monkey, was hopping around at the village entrance, while a little red bird, as red as fire, was preening its feathers on a branch.
As for the mountain treasure that caused chaos in the lower realm and contained a legacy, it now lies quietly under the willow tree, gently stroked by a few willow branches, as if it is comprehending the laws within.
"Buzz..."
However, at the very moment that sword from the upper realm was unleashed, causality was severed.
Liu Shen, who was still immersed in the deep nirvana and deduction, was suddenly startled.
The power of that sword strike caused even the ancestral spirit that had once looked down upon the heavens and stormed into foreign lands to experience a violent fluctuation.
Although everything seemed calm on the outside, a tremendous storm had already been brewing in Liu Shen's mental world.
On the charred tree trunk, the originally soft green glow instantly turned blazing, like a green sun burning.
The surrounding space vanished silently, turning into nothingness, only to be reassembled in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, a hazy figure emerged from the tree trunk.
Clad in white, her beauty surpasses all others.
Although its true appearance cannot be seen, its transcendent aura, standing apart from the mundane world and existing independently through the ages, is enough to make all beings bow down in worship.
Willow God did not get up, but simply sat there cross-legged, as if she were the center of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.
Behind him, three thousand orbs of light floated up and down, each orb seemingly containing a divine kingdom, where countless gods and demons chanted scriptures and all spirits offered sacrifices.
Even from an extremely distant place, the grand sacrificial chants transcended time and space, blessing him.
At this moment, Liu Shen slightly raised her head, her eyes seemingly piercing through layers of boundary walls, looking directly towards the direction of Qingyun Prefecture in the Upper Realm.
"This aura..."
Willow Goddess spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of realization.
"It's him."
In the beginning…
The mysterious man who had recently descended upon this place and invited her to the Immortal Realm.
"What a domineering sword strike."
Then, the Willow Goddess stretched out a hand as white as jade, and in the palm of her hand, a willow leaf was glowing, reflecting a blurry scene.
It was a scene of a decree flying across the sky, four heads flying up, and four ancient lineages vanishing into thin air in an instant.
"Those people were eventually dealt with."
Willow God spoke calmly to the four crippled immortals, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
In the Immortal Ancient Era, those few people were nothing more than the lowest rank among the True Immortals.
If she were at her peak, this kind of person wouldn't even be qualified to get close to her.
"Heroes emerge in times of chaos, but they also perish. This is an eternal truth."
"only..."
Suddenly, Liu Shen's gaze shifted slightly, looking towards the direction of the North Sea, where the Kunpeng's nest was located.
"The desolate world has been restored, and the obsession has dissipated."
"Kunpeng...can you feel it too?"
A hint of reminiscence flashed in Liu Shen's eyes, as if she were recalling that equally brilliant woman from back then.
"Now that your great revenge has been achieved, you can finally rest in peace."
"However, as your obsession dissipates, the lair that has suppressed you for millennia will probably open ahead of schedule."
"The appearance of the Kunpeng Treasure Technique will surely ignite a frenzied struggle across the eight regions."
Thinking of this, Liu Shen couldn't help but look at the child in the village who was tempering himself in the cauldron and babbling for beast milk.
Huang, Shi Hao.
Those were the seeds she had set her sights on, the only hope in this chaotic world.
"Originally, it would have taken several years, but now it seems that the trend has been forcibly pushed forward by this sword."
Willow Goddess whispered, as if weighing something.
"That young Taoist..."
Suddenly, the image of the handsome young Daoist boy standing behind Jiang Chen, Dao Yi, appeared in her mind.
"I didn't pay much attention at the time, just thinking he was a young boy who served me."
"Now it seems that it was a Dao body he deliberately left behind, bearing the power of that sword, specifically to settle accounts with the Upper Realm."
"Such strong willpower."
"The Primordial Immortal Lord is still in the Immortal Realm, yet he can control the changing winds and clouds of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths across endless time and space."
Liu Shen's hazy figure trembled slightly, seemingly raising her opinion of Jiang Chen even higher.
"It seems that agreeing to cooperate with him and go to the Immortal Realm together was perhaps the right decision."
A gentle breeze blows, and the willow branches sway.
Stone Village remains peaceful, but the wilderness remains treacherous.
But only Liu Shen knew that after this sword fell, the heavens and earth of the nine heavens and ten earths completely changed.
"The cause and effect have been resolved, and the time is approaching."
"I should hurry up and settle my worldly affairs in the mortal realm so I can keep my appointment with the immortals."
Willow God's voice gradually faded and eventually disappeared into the wind.
And that peerless figure merged back into the charred tree trunk, leaving only the verdant glow of the tree, which at this moment became even more dazzling.
...
Meanwhile, in the upper realm.
Qingyun Prefecture.
Above the Taoist boy's head, the Immortal King's decree floated, radiating a terrifying, suffocating pressure.
Beneath their feet, four remnant immortals perished, and four top-tier Dao lineages were reduced to ruins in an instant.
At this moment, after dealing with the remnant immortal, the Daoist boy turned his gaze to the trembling supreme beings.
Especially the leaders: Wang Changsheng, Jin Taijun, and the Old Celestial...
(End of chapter)