Chapter 156 - 97: Liang Yun, Zhou Lin (Part 2)
Chapter 156: Chapter 97: Liang Yun, Zhou Lin (Part 2)
"The people’s suffering is decreed by heaven. Many have come before, and many will come after. He is but one of them. Do not make an enemy of the heavens."
Yu Le spoke.
As he reached this point, he realized something. Such a world-shaking secret should have been veiled by the Heavenly Secret, yet it was not.
Moreover, a gaze pierced through the thick clouds, casting itself down.
It was watching Su Chen.
For millennia,
the world’s heroes, as countless as the fish in the sea, could never be completely killed or culled. Yet, before heaven, they all yielded.
In its eyes, today would be no different.
’So that’s how it is.’
’The fortune of the Human Race... so this is what it means. The All Living Beings’ Fortune?’
’So that’s why... The resentment of the common people, accumulated over millennia. No wonder it’s so terrifying...’
Su Chen was laughing, a mocking laugh.
「For a long while.」
He pointed at his feet and said,
"I don’t understand any of what you’re saying."
"All I know is this:"
"If you want to walk, the path is beneath your feet."
"I imagine it was the same for the Wind Snow Sword Immortal."
Su Chen left.
Carrying his medicine box and shouldering his fishing rod, he headed for the Imperial Palace Hospital.
Leaving only,
the heavens to roar in fury.
Countless baleful winds howled, sweeping through the Imperial City. A sky full of rain, like fresh blood, washed over the Imperial City on this day.
"What’s going on?"
"What happened!"
"Could it be that titans are clashing..."
The Ancient Grandmasters were bewildered, completely baffled.
"..."
The Ancient Immortals, along with some in the Innate Realm, remained silent.
They knew the truth.
This was heaven’s rage, heaven’s frenzy.
Heaven wanted to kill someone.
’Someone is provoking heaven again.’
’It’s just...’
’I never imagined... Throughout history, those who could enrage heaven to this extent can be counted on one hand. Perhaps only my own Immortal Ancestor...’
’He... is actually worthy of such an honor?’
「Heaven-Ascension Tower.」
Great Yu Yue fell silent.
「For a long while.」
He took out a jar of ancient wine from the Early Days of Great Yu and poured it onto the ground, as if in tribute, or perhaps as a farewell.
An ant provoking heaven—utterly foolish.
But,
to die for the sake of the people...
...was a laudable and respectable act, no matter who they were. Even if they were an enemy obstructing the Immortal Arrival.
"Though the chances are slim, even if it’s one in ten thousand, I hope you can succeed..."
"But... it’s impossible."
"We are like ants in a cage. Perhaps only through the Immortal Arrival do we have a sliver of hope to escape our Destiny."
A figure sighed as they gazed out from a distant pavilion.
And it wasn’t just them.
A figure who had journeyed a thousand miles carrying a Pill Furnace also stopped, looking toward the Thousand-mile Imperial City and bowing in silent respect.
Even,
in the Great Yu Imperial Mausoleum, the restless Immortals fell strangely calm at this moment.
The Sword Spirit trembled.
Within it, a wild laugh seemed to echo.
"Doesn’t matter who it is!"
"Provoking heaven."
"I’ve got to lend a hand!"
A heaven-shattering Sword Intent erupted. Flames, lightning, gales, and Heavy Water—a sky full of phantoms transformed into a peerless sword strike.
This one sword swept across the three-thousand-mile Imperial City, cleaving through the sky’s rosy clouds. The endless rain of blood vanished in an instant, leaving only the terrifying scar of a sword that had sundered the heavens.
"Excellent!"
"I, too, shall join."
"Hahaha!"
"Mortal Cultivation will not be a shred weaker than your so-called Immortal Dao!"
In the pavilion, the figure’s dejection vanished, replaced by a wild fervor. A sword in his palm shot toward the heavens, soaring thirty thousand feet high. A hundred thousand layers of swords erupted, driving even the Celestial Will from this part of the world.
"What is happening?"
The world watched, stunned. Countless practitioners of Mortal Cultivation had no idea what was going on, unable to comprehend what they were seeing.
It wasn’t just them.
Even Su Chen, the one who had triggered it all, was standing in the Imperial Hospital with a look of utter confusion. He stared at the two swords—one complementing the other, yet also seemingly competing—completely bewildered.
’The Great Yu Sword Immortal and Mr. Sword of Mortal Cultivation... what’s gotten into them?’
Su Chen did not know.
He didn’t know that these two swords, the sharpest of the last thousand years, had appeared today because of him.
’Still, this is a perfect opportunity to learn from them.’
’A rare chance! Truly rare!’
’It seems I’m one step closer to perfecting my third sword.’
Su Chen gazed into the vast expanse of the sky, his eyes fixed on the two swords that represented the pinnacle, the most brilliant expressions, of the Immortal Dao and Mortal Cultivation.
At that moment, he felt a faint sense of enlightenment.
The third sword.
Sun-Chasing!
He was just one step away from mastering it.
He had a premonition.
This third sword would shatter the limits of the Human World! Ascending beyond the Peak, it might just become the strongest sword in all the world.
「Outside the Imperial City.」
「By the moat.」
Yu Le hadn’t left. He stood in silence, his eyes closed.
"Grandpa..."
In a daze,
Yu Le was a boy again.
The Imperial City.
A battlefield like an Asura Hell, littered with shattered armor.
A world-destroying beast of lightning, thirty thousand feet tall, devoured heaven and earth, erasing all Vitality. It was like the arrival of a great calamity, a world-ending catastrophe.
A kind-faced old man was placing him in an earthen coffin, gently wiping the tears from his eyes as he spoke.
"Yu Le, oh, Yu Le."
"You must live on, even without Grandpa."
Inside the earthen coffin,
he was crying out, struggling.
"Grandpa!"
"You are the Great Yu Immortal Ancestor."
"You’ve done enough for this Dynasty, and you’ve been good enough to the people! I’m begging you, just give in! It will only mean a lifetime of misery and Despair for the common folk..."
"Le lost his father and his mother. I can’t lose my grandpa too..."
That day,
he saw anger in his grandpa’s eyes, and confusion, and a deep, profound disappointment.
The earthen coffin closed.
Faintly, he heard an aged voice as it went to face the endless lightning.
"We are human."
"Of the Human Emperor Bloodline!"
"We are also one of the suffering masses!"
"A person cannot—and should not—only look out for themselves! We should stand tall and proud, we should live in peace and happiness, we should live in a true Human World..."
"Not be raised here like pigs and dogs by *it*, turning on our own kind..."
"Some things must be done."
"Why can’t it be me?"
"To court death!"
"Then let death come!"
"After Grandpa is gone, countless heroes of the Human Race will rise for the people, for the future, and walk this path once more. Le, you must follow them..."