Red Heart Patrols the Sky

Once upon a time, there were cranes on Cold Mountain, and the Eternal Youth Spring on Bulao Mountain.

Later, the Demonic tribe was utterly defeated, and the Heavenly Demon Crane Celebrating Song of the Crane Family on Cold Mountain moved the Eternal Youth Spring away using Incomparable Divine Power.

The old mountain turned green, hence it was called Bulao Mountain.

The Cold Mountain without cranes is a hollow echo, thus it is Mingkong Cold Mountain.

This is the fief of Jiang Wang, Marquis Wu’an of the Great Qi, and Zhongxuan Sheng, Marquis of Bowang.

The Eternal Youth Spring is a treasure of the present world, unknown for how many ages or fortuitous moments it was born there. It has always flowed on Bulao Mountain, born there, living there.

As strong as the Heavenly Demon Crane Celebrating Song, who rebuilt the foundation of the Crane Family on Cold Mountain, could only watch the Eternal Youth Spring wither away.

As strong as the Heavenly Demon Crane Huating, who single-handedly revived the Crane Family, was unable to restore it.

It has been proven over countless years in the Monster Realm that the Eternal Youth Spring, once away from Bulao Mountain, is destined for drought. The only possible rescue is to "return home"!

It does not belong to the Demonic tribe, nor to the Human Race; it belongs to the present world.

And now the present world is ruled by humans, human will is Heavenly Will.

Rather than saying Jiang Wang won the Eternal Youth Spring in competition with Zhu Lanruo, it would be more apt to say the magnificent momentum cultivated over countless years of the Human Race locking the Demonic tribe has long destined the "name" and "division." The struggle for Eternal Youth Spring is merely a reflection of the struggle between humans and demons.

The great momentum rolls forward, ultimately, who is the praying mantis trying to stop it?

Is it Jiang Qingyang struggling in the Shenxiao World or the Demonic tribe locked in the Hell World, unable to even uproot the Civilization Basin?

Jiang Wang was originally in a desperate situation, sunk to the bottom by a sword, and had his Spiritual Sense exploded.

But at this moment...

His scarred body lay at the bottom of the Eternal Youth Spring.

The entire spring seemed to become a giant funnel, with him lying at the bottom.

He is the vessel for wine, the jar for rice, the steward of Bulao Mountain’s rights, the true owner of this Eternal Youth Spring.

After countless life-and-death battles, honored by the present world, summoned this worldly treasure—

The lifeless Immortal Spring Water surged tumultuously, like a son returning home, crazily pouring into his body!

The exclusive vitality of the Eternal Youth Spring swiftly repaired this body, which had been exhausted to its limits.

The Eternal Youth Spring never dries up, releasing one drop every three hundred and thirty-three years, ten drops can make a sip, drinking it grants longevity.

The fist impression on the chest filled instantly, the broken finger on the left hand grew in an instant, black hair rapidly covered the bald head, and the wound at the heart, pierced by a Palm Blade, naturally healed.

Since fleeing Frost Wind Valley, the body had not been healthy, but now the illnesses were completely cleared, as if reborn!

Suspended in the high skies, Lu Qilang watched helplessly as the human genius was defeated, even his life force had already faded.

He had personally ignited this person’s "firework," but after the explosion in the Spiritual Field, in the bottom of the Eternal Youth Spring, a pair of familiar yet strange red eyes opened from his opponent.

He certainly noticed Jiang Wang’s hand, even in the moment of life’s fading and the dispersal of Divine Will, his hand was still tightly gripping the Longsword. Now the fingers gradually opened, then gradually closed again, as if... re-familiarizing himself with this body.

Then the next moment—

Boom!

The seemingly endless Immortal Spring Water completely disappeared. Condensed into a green jade pearl, it tightly adhered to Jiang Wang’s heart. Just in the middle of the Five Mansions, illuminated by the light from Tianfu.

While he stood at the now dry spring bottom, a subtle sanguine aura emanated around him. Under the swirling crimson flame and frost wind, outside the naked flesh body embodying power and beauty... a green robe suddenly draped over him, elegant as an immortal!

The vitality coming from the Eternal Youth Spring was so abundant, the surging blood even instantly filled the Ruyi Immortal Clothes, restoring it to brand new!

No time was afforded to Lu Qilang for much shock.

When he met Jiang Wang’s gaze again.

The green robe had already transformed into a green rainbow!

The almost limitless display of blood energy propelled Jiang Wang’s speed to the limit.

Clang!

Lu Qilang barely managed to strike with his sword in defense, but was sent, body and sword together, higher, slashed into the sea of clouds!

The fresh blood at the corners of his mouth and the surprise in his eyes were completely overshadowed by the Golden Radiance of the Sea of Ten Thousand Gods.

Too fast, too heavy, too powerful!

Jiang Wang’s glossy black hair floated in the wind, the overflowing blood energy shrouded him in a faint blood mist. Moreover, crimson flames dotted here and there, illuminating like a deity, with strands of breeze seeming to embrace an Exiled Immortal.

A series of Qingyun shadows fragmented from beneath his feet, extending all the way to the Sea of Ten Thousand Gods, resembling the legendary Qingyun ladder to heaven.

I come to ascend to heaven and slay the deities, I come to draw my sword and question the demons!

He wandered on this "Qingyun ladder," frost draped elegantly, the sword light brightening his eyes. His left hand formed a Sword Point remotely, with the Buzhou Wind leading the eight winds, instantly locking around Lingxihua, while a magnificent and splendid Flame Flower Burning City slowly descended upon him.

At this point, the sword demonstrated myriad techniques, the eight wind dragons connected with the Flame Flower Burning City!

He flew past Lu Qilang with his slash, yet did not look at Lu Qilang, his red eyes slightly turned, already capturing Zhu Lanruo’s gaze.

The Divine Soul Battle began once again.

Naturally, it was Facing Heaven’s Gate suppressed from on high, a Buddha’s palm probing out, its five fingers turning over six desires.

And before reaching Lu Qilang returning from the sea of clouds along the "Qingyun ladder," Jiang Wang’s sword had already arrived!

Still the "Human" character sword.

Yet such heat, such a torrent, like the flow of history, with countless heroic figures.

This journey to the Monster Realm, gaining understanding of some history that was previously unknown; re-recognizing the Human Race from another perspective; growing deeper awareness of the Monster Realm, and the present world...

Yet until this moment, only now sufficient power and physique to explain it all.