“Where the Moonlight Ends.”
The last fragment of consciousness echoed and then vanished.
Ying Bing opened her eyes, gazing at the imperial capital enveloped by night. She was the only bright moon hanging in the sky, the mystical patterns on her forehead now complete with four petals, deep and profound.
A sound like shattering echoed in the void.
That was the last acupoint blocking the path to the fourth realm being broken. Her consciousness soul surged forth like the spring river’s tides, spilling out and illuminating the heavens.
“Entering the inner scenery, it almost matches the atmosphere of someone else’s inner scenery at the ninth level.”
“And it’s still the Taiyin divine form that no one has ever observed throughout history!”
“Can she manage to succeed in gathering such scenery?”
People from various sects craned their necks to watch, marveling in astonishment at this magnificent sight.
To break through the inner scenery in Guan Shen, one must purify and elevate their spirit with the power of heaven and earth; it’s a treacherous process. Yet here was Ying Bing, merely stepping into the inner scenery and presenting an anomaly that could rival the outer scenery.
What kind of terrifying tribulation awaited her when she achieved the outer scenery…
“A hundred birds salute the phoenix… the moon phoenix graces the sky… moonlight flows… the jade tree stands cold…”
“She has more than just one scenery? What connections lie among these sceneries?”
Tian Miao took a deep breath, pulled out a bottle containing Imperial Liquid, and prepared to guzzle it down.
Smack—
Just as she was about to calculate, an elderly hand pressed down on her calculating hand.
“Master?”
“What do you think of this old body’s coffin?”
“Pretty good! Isn’t that what I searched a long time for…”
“You’re just using it for yourself first, huh?”
“I was just curious…”
Tian Miao had no choice but to sheepishly put away the Imperial Liquid, refraining from calculations and relying solely on her eyes to observe.
At this moment, Taiyin was suspended in the air, and all kinds of spectacular anomalies still glittered around.
What kind of inner world could manifest from such a complex inner scenery?
Even if she had exceptional talent, it was still…
Suddenly, a deep vortex appeared above the imperial capital, and an array of anomalies spun rapidly within.
In a fleeting moment, everything converged around the vortex! Time intertwined within; stars accompanied the moon, and the galaxy flowed; it seemed as if another illusory dimension overlapped with the inner world!
All forms merged into one at this moment!
Boom—
The breathtaking, mysterious, and profound anomalies entranced countless martial artists who witnessed this sight.
Jiang Yu’s eyes were filled with confusion.
His mother often said he would create the strongest inner scenery above the realm.
But seeing this vastness today, he couldn’t even lie to himself.
The divine sword’s gold dragon should keep the empire stable… even if he succeeded, it would likely pale in comparison…
“Inner scenery can still gather like this…”
Murong Xiao seemed inspired, but suddenly his eyes were shrouded.
His next step also aimed for the inner scenery, hoping to seek inspiration from it.
“Master? Didn’t you teach me to learn from the outstanding people?”
“Just learn! Get to know the Buddha early, and then come back to learn more from the Buddha.”
Legend has it that the Buddha had three thousand realms, and the atmospheric conditions when condensing inner scenery were not as impressive as what Ying Bing presented.
As for those before the Buddha, most have faded into the mists of history.
Even if records were clear, it was unlikely to find a second Ying Bing.
The chaotic anomalies brought a heart-thumping sensation; the vast majority of people had lost the qualification to observe.
Only those in the Profound Realm could seek a glimpse, but they barely caught its full scope.
Moments later.
Boom—
The anomalies returned to one person, and heavenly light manifested.
People looked up again, but the ethereal figure was nowhere to be seen.
“Where did she go?”
“The Cold Fairy’s breakthrough was so grand yet seemed as easy as child’s play, and she always looked a bit anxious.”
“Could it be because of Young Hero Li’s silly antics?”
“No wonder! If it weren’t for the breakthrough, she might have not cared!”
“While the Cold Fairy broke through, there was no sign of Young Hero Li…”
Inside and outside the imperial capital, it seemed everyone was still immersed in the lingering echoes of that earlier scene.
“The wish of Su Jun seems to have finally been realized.” Xie Yiding stood on a snow-covered cliff, a solitary grave nearby with a featureless monument, accompanied by flying snow.
He stood there, smiling while tears streamed down his face, a mixture of laughter and sorrow, visibly shaken.
“Su Jun loved the snow the most; besides when Chu Long was born, she only loved to smile when it snowed.”
A tired voice suddenly sounded, and amidst the wind and snow, another person appeared on the cliff.
He had removed his dragon robe, wearing a blue shirt from his youth spent wandering the Jianghu. The frost and snow had turned his hair white, making him look nothing like a young man anymore.
“Jiang Yutai… you…”
“Let’s have a drink.”
Jiang Yutai picked up a wine gourd from his waist:
“You didn’t tell me where Su Jun is, but honestly, I’ve known for a long time.”
“Every time I come to the sword manor, I don’t wear the dragon robe, thinking about whether I should look for her, but I truly didn’t dare, didn’t want to, and couldn’t bear to.”
“Now that the City of Divine Beings has fallen, you’re feeling bolder, huh?” Xie Yiding took a sip of wine and grimaced at the spiciness.
“Not even a good wine; it’s not like this is a herbal concoction used for washing clothes!”
“I don’t know why, but I just love this.” Jingtai quietly took a sip, exhaling back a breath of frost.
“True, I don’t understand why the younger generation had to drink this much.”
Xie Yiding seemed half resigned, half self-deprecating as he chuckled:
“When did I not know why Su Jun chose you? I also wonder why I’m so handsome but losing hair, and you, not as handsome as me, yet still have a full head of hair.”
“The moon has its phases, right?” Jingtai shook his head and chuckled:
“Just like me, sitting on this throne, unable to fulfill my wishes, yet burdened with even more.”
“If you don’t want to be the emperor, then don’t!”
“Should I hand it to you?”
Faced with Emperor Jingtai’s teasing, Xie Yiding rarely spoke sincerely, puffing:
“I think Li Mo is pretty good; if he ascends, just give it to him instead.”
“Hahaha… he probably wouldn’t want it. We should just wait for him to wake up and throw him a grand wedding instead.”
The two men sat on the snowy ground and started drinking, gradually thawing away any previous grievances.
Moments later.
“I still have some matters to attend to, people to deal with, I must leave.” Jingtai stood up, patted him on the shoulder as he departed.
Watching Jingtai’s back as he disappeared, Xie Yiding noticed a decree left in place.
It read that the sword manor, including its surroundings, would henceforth be land owned by the manor, to be inherited by the estate.
Xie Yiding opened his mouth, but found himself speechless, ultimately finishing his wine alone in silence.
….
The Trial of Divine Beings has concluded.
The climax was reached when Li Mo stirred up the heavens and earth, with Ying Bing’s breakthrough marking the finale. The lingering resonance continued to be the talk of the town.
For instance, in Wanchun Courtyard.
Smack—
A sound like produced by a hitting board.
“Do you know what kind of things the Qianlong List’s top martial artists went through before rising to prominence? What makes them capable of supporting the heavens, holding up the sun and moon?”
“Why is the Cold Fairy wholeheartedly devoted to him?”
“Is the truth behind this a distortion of human nature or… um, a brilliance of human nature, or a benchmark of virtue?”
“Welcome to listen to his moon, his heart; a good man is he; and he is… Li Mo!”
Good!
Clap, clap, clap—
Wanchun Courtyard erupted with enthusiastic applause; this storyteller named Huang had successfully piqued everyone’s interest, even drawing in those from the next door footbath stall.
….
P.S.: Today’s chapter is an update. Time for a break to sort out the upcoming plot, muah muah!
Then little Pudgy is about to start testing the book again. I truly have no idea what new name to use, and I’m so stressed about it!
