After leaving Wangjiang City, Jiang Wang hid alone in the wilderness until dawn.
The Criminal Division had indeed sent people out to hunt him down. It was a huge commotion. However, as long as Zhuang Du didn't send anyone over, they didn't take this matter seriously.
Jiang Wang could relax because of this.
Auntie Song had saved him before. This was the reason why he agreed to his father's remarriage. Auntie Song was Jiang An 'an's biological mother. This was enough for Jiang Wang to forgive her a lot.
Forcing Lin Zhengli to death dissipated the resentment of the past. He didn't know if Auntie Song could rest in peace in the netherworld, but he had promised An 'an that he would get an explanation for her. Only now could it be considered complete.
Even though Jiang Anan might not know why her mother could never write to her again, she knew that her mother would never write to her again.
In the Lin family's territory, Jiang Wang also admitted that he had indeed underestimated Lin Zhengren. Lin Zhengren had still found a chance to escape under the suppression of strength.
There were gains and losses in reviewing the entire process.
A person like Lin Zhengren could seize any small opportunity. Jiang Wang warned himself that if he faced Lin Zhengren in the future, he couldn't underestimate him in the slightest.
Jiang Wang was never a perfect person. He would make mistakes and be careless, but he never lacked self-reflection. He had also grown through setbacks.
After confirming that Du Ruhui hadn't been alarmed, Jiang Wang didn't think of returning to Wangjiang City. A person like Lin Zhengren wouldn't be given another chance. He would definitely hide in the National Academy and not take a step out.
He could only say that he would find another chance in the future.
Moreover, although Lin Zhengren was cautious and had a terrifying temperament, he wasn't strong enough. As long as Jiang Wang maintained his cultivation speed, once the gap in strength widened to a certain extent, he would naturally be able to crush him.
More importantly, Jiang Wang had concealed his identity the entire time on this trip to Wangjiang City. No one would know who he was. Even if Lin Zhengren wanted to take revenge in the future, he would probably have to find Zhang Linchuan.
After returning to Maplewood City, Fang Qiang was still sleeping soundly under the Life Monument. An illusory sword shadow appeared from time to time. Jiang Wang knew that it was Fang Qiang's natal flying sword protecting its master.
This was a tempering of his dao heart. When he woke up, his dao path might be decided here.
Jiang Wang didn't disturb him. He found a place not far away and sat down. He stared at Maplewood City for a while before he closed his eyes and entered the Great Illusionary Land.
Now that he had obtained the Rotten Wood Formula, he needed to accumulate more Merit Points to deduce. Therefore, in the following matches on the Sword Discourse Arena, he would not hold back anything other than his Divine Ability.
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Time was sometimes the most insignificant thing.
Because you can't remember at all.
There was no sun, no moon, and no stars in the sky.
There was fog everywhere, a cold and gloomy fog.
The fog of the netherworld shrouded the world of the living, and helpless corpses filled the gaps between the Yin and Yang.
Ling He could not remember how many days he had lived in this gloomy world. He only remembered that he had buried a few people.
He had to remember, because other than him, no one else could remember.
In the past …
In this place, there was no way to specify the time. It was only an approximate concept. A while ago, a long time ago …
Therefore, the "before" should be some time ago.
At that time, he was eating.
Everyone in Maplewood City had died, and there was still a lot of food left. However, due to the invasion of the fog of the netherworld, it was basically inedible.
Ling He had a way. He only needed to control the black and yellow Qi in the sky and carefully clean it, and the food would return to its original state.
However, the current him didn't actually need to eat.
He just wanted to maintain his life as a "human" in this world.
Eating proved that he was still alive.
It proved that there were still people alive in Maplewood City.
Sometimes life was a futile effort, but there were still people living futilely.
While Ling He was eating, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
He didn't know where this feeling came from, but he felt warm in his heart, as if he was being comforted by something.
He put down his bowl and chopsticks, and couldn't help but walk in the direction of the netherworld.
He walked out of the room, out of the small courtyard, out of Pegasus Alley …
This small courtyard in Pegasus Alley was one of his two homes. The other home was near the City Lord's Mansion, and it was the house where the youngest had always lived.
He didn't need a house, and he didn't even need a bed. The houses in the dead zone didn't seem to have any meaning.
However, Ling He just felt that …
There must be someone living in the house, or it would lose its liveliness.
He didn't want the houses of the youngest and the third to be so dead.
Even if they … were already dead.
Therefore, he went back and forth between the two houses, cooking, washing, and sweeping, "living a normal life".
That feeling of being comforted was nostalgic.
However, not long after he left Pegasus Alley, that feeling disappeared.
Ling He was stunned on the spot, feeling a sense of emptiness and loss.
Then, he turned around and continued to "live a normal life".
Cooking, washing, sweeping, chanting sutras, collecting corpses, and annotating sutras.
He always did these things over and over again. There was no need for meaning, the meaning was in these things themselves.
However, today, that sudden sense of intimacy appeared again.
At this time, Ling He had just finished digging a deep pit, and he put a dead couple who had died in each other's arms into the grave.
The impulse of emotion urged Ling He to quickly search for them. In his heart, he also longed for that feeling — in this dead world sandwiched between Yin and Yang, it was very difficult for human emotions to appear.
However, he still earnestly and sincerely chanted the sutras, and then he buried the couple's grave with his own hands.
He had to finish what he started. This was his necessary insistence.
After completing the entire burial ceremony, he let himself go and followed the feeling in his heart, and headed in the direction of the unseen.
There was no direction in this area.
Although following the old city pattern, it seemed that he could still connect to the direction of the past. However, Ling He deeply understood that this world was chaotic. There was no east, west, north, or south.
However, the intimate feeling in his heart, the warm feeling that belonged to humans, was like a beacon in the vast universe. There was no need for direction, it was the direction.
This time, this feeling actually lasted for a long time.
Ling He kept walking and walking until he reached the end of this area.
He had long known that there was an end to this area. The range of this area was the range of Maplewood City before.
However, the so-called end, the so-called boundary, was not as simple as a wall or a barrier.
If it was a wall, Ling He would have broken through it long ago. If it was a mountain range, Ling He would have dug through it sooner or later. However, it was just a "boundary."
It existed in reality and illusion at the same time. It was the law of heaven and earth.
It could not be crossed, and it could not be passed through.
Now, Ling He was at the end of this area, at the end of a certain chaotic direction.
He felt that he was very close to that kind of intimacy.
However, he could not get any closer.
This was the limit.
What was the reason for that feeling?
Was it a kind of summoning?
Or was it a kind of blessing?
Was there someone who wanted to pull this area back to the modern world?
Ling He could not determine.
However, he really missed the feeling of belonging to "humans."
Hope, expectation, fantasy.
In this land of dead silence, in this human ruin abandoned by the modern world, these words were so precious!
Ling He sat down quietly, leaned against the stubborn boundary between reality and illusion, and gently closed his eyes.
This was the first good night's sleep he'd had since this place had fallen.
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