The people around the top of Tianguang Peak had also witnessed the scene.
The sparks in the hermit peaks faded away one after another.
The patch of white in the pale sky seemed to melt into it.
The patch of red was falling down.
It was then that the Round Turtle closed his eyes slowly, as if he couldn't bear to see the last scene.
The scene in the hermit peaks disappeared. The people didn't see Taiping Zhenren land on the ground, but they knew the result.
Taiping Zhenren had lost.
Even though he was still alive, he wouldn't be able to hold on for too long.
A complicated atmosphere lingered on the top of Tianguang Peak.
The people of Aoyama remained silent, and they didn't even want to look at each other. Their gazes were like the messy sword lights, looking at all parts of heaven and earth.
It was because their minds were in a mess at the moment.
Was this the end?
A bit sad.
A bit empty.
A bit bewildered.
The Great Grandmaster Taiping was dead, and the world was peaceful again. The Great Formation of Aoyama was gone. What should they do after the Immortal Sect Master ascended?
Zhao Layue looked at the Immortals Tan and Bai on the cloud; it was unclear if they were thinking about the same thing.
"I know what the Cultivation friends are thinking about."
The sentimental voice of the Immortal Tan broke out, "But isn't it too early to think about it? How could Taiping Zhenren admit defeat so easily? Even if his opponent today is the Immortal Jingyang. "
The patch of cloud and fog by his side didn't respond. The voice of the Master Shui Yue Nunnery came out through the green curtain, "You're right. In my opinion, it's still too early to think about it."
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The Inherited Heaven Sword broke into pieces.
The Sword Formation of Aoyama broke into pieces as well.
As Taiping Zhenren said, many disciples of Aoyama felt sad, helpless, and even angry for various reasons; but it was those swords that formed the Sword Formation of Aoyama that were truly sad.
The clouds and fog on the top of Yunxing Peak gathered again. Countless flying swords were flying slowly and aimlessly in the clouds and fog, giving off inexplicable deep and low sounds like whimpers.
The countless flying swords no longer split into two groups like before. They were like a bunch of homeless children, pitifully consoling one another and grieving together.
No one knew when Ping Yong-Ka had woken up. He felt the disappearance of the Aoyama Sword Formation. Looking at the flying swords in the clouds, he felt sad for some reason. His nose turned sour and he almost cried.
"Don't be sad. Isn't everyone still here?" He called out to the flying swords in the sky. "Come here, come here. Don't get lost."
Sword chimes rang out again as countless flying swords tore through the air and circled around him like a group of poor children who had found their home.
Ping Yong-ka smiled happily and said, "Isn't this good?"
He suddenly sensed something and looked towards the northeast in a daze.
Something was approaching Aoyama at an unimaginable speed.
Even the Thoughtless Sword couldn't be that fast.
What surprised him was that that thing didn't seem to have a real form or existence, giving off a feeling of emptiness.
What puzzled him even more was that he could sense it even though the Sword Formation of Aoyama was gone.
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Dozens of cracks appeared on the meadow.
Taiping Zhenren stood in the middle of the cracks.
His red robe was especially eye-catching in the green wilderness.
It was unclear whether he was the prey of the spider web or the spider itself.
Jing Jiu landed from the sky, his white robe and black hair emitting a dozen extremely bright sword lights.
Taiping Zhenren remarked sentimentally, "Is this the sword style that you and he came up with together?"
"It's called the Underworld Fairy Sword," said Jing Jiu.
Taiping Zhenren lifted his sleeve and wiped the corners of his mouth gently.
The blood was mixed with the red robe, and it was hard to tell the difference.
"I thought it was Liu Ci's skill when you used the sword at the West Ocean. I didn't expect you to have gone so far on the sword work."
"Big Brother, there's something I haven't told you yet." Jing Jiu said, "Your talent in Cultivation is actually not as good as mine. Without Aoyama, you are no match for me."
After a moment of silence, Taiping Zhenren said, "It seems to be the case today. But you should know that my story won't end like this."
In his long Cultivation career of a thousand years, he had failed many times, such as when he competed for the position of the sect master of Aoyama seven hundred years ago, or when he entered the Underworld for the first time, and so on. But failure didn't mean the end. He was like a demon with an immortal heart. Even if he was trampled to the deepest part of the earth, he could still crawl back from the Underworld and win the next victory. It was because failure didn't mean death; only death was the final ending.
Among his countless failures, the real death tribulation happened by the West Ocean. It was the heavenly tribulation drawn by the Zhongzhou School with the Fairy Book, but it was blocked by Liu Ci.
"We are all afraid of death, or in other words, we don't like to die; so we always have a backup plan, like the Thunder-Soul Wood and the All in One."
Jing Jiu went on, "But this is the hermit peaks. You can't get out of here, so how can you take that path?"
"I like eating hotpot, and you like watching the snow with the windows open; but we both have a clear goal in mind when we do things, and we don't do meaningless things."
Taiping Zhenren continued while looking at Jing Jiu, "When you were asleep in Zhaoge City, I traveled with Qing 'er for a long time. You should be aware of my intention."
"You haven't completed the total transformation, and you can suffer the heavenly tribulation at any time. You want to find the Green Sky Mirror so that you can hide in it," said Jing Jiu. "But she knows your intention, so she can't tell you."
"It's easier to deceive a little girl like her, not to mention that I've spent a few decades doing it."
Taiping Zhenren went on with a faint smile, "Otherwise, why would I happen to land here?"
This was an ordinary patch of wilderness in the hermit peaks. There was nothing special about this place save for the fresh grass.
Since Jing Jiu had chosen this spot on purpose, it must have a deeper meaning.
Taiping Zhenren lifted his foot and stepped on the grass.
The cracks on the meadow grew deeper, and countless wild flowers grew out of the black soil.
Many years ago, Jing Jiu asked Apiao to help Fang Jingtian break through the Heavenly Arrival State, and this patch of wilderness was full of wild flowers.
Jing Jiu reached the Heavenly Arrival State in Zhaoge City, and the wild flowers were also in full bloom.
Amidst the blooming wildflowers, an ancient-looking bronze mirror appeared.
It was none other than the Green Sky Mirror.
"The Green Sky Mirror had been hidden in the hermit peaks for a while."
Jing Jiu said, "I didn't expect her to put it back."
Taiping Zhenren said, "She didn't want to tell you the location of the Green Sky Mirror because she didn't think you were trustworthy. She still chose to put the Green Sky Mirror in the hermit peaks because she didn't dare trust anyone but you."
This statement was a bit complicated, but Jing Jiu understood it.
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As Qing 'er arrived in the hermit peaks with the red feather in her mouth, she saw Jing Jiu standing by the Green Sky Mirror alone. "What is going on? How did you know I put the Green Sky Mirror here? Where is Little Red … no, Taiping? Is he dead? Has he turned into the rain or the light? "
Jing Jiu reached out his hand and caught the feather falling off the bird's beak, saying, "He has entered the Green Sky Mirror."
Qing 'er was the spirit of the Green Sky Mirror. She was born to hide the world, and she had a natural spiritual body. As such, she could go to any place she wanted, including the hermit peaks, regardless of any barriers.
She had caught this feather amid the strong wind in Yimaozhai. As she was about to help those scholars, she sensed that someone had activated the Green Sky Mirror, so she flew over as soon as possible.
Hearing what Jing Jiu said, she was taken aback. "Did you let him in?" she asked.
"No," Jing Jiu said.
"You shouldn't have found the Green Sky Mirror," said Qing 'er angrily. "It's not good now."
Jing Jiu said, "It was he who found the Green Sky Mirror. It's the backup plan he has prepared for himself."
Qing 'er was bewildered, saying, "But I didn't tell him about it."
Jing Jiu said, "There will be a moment when you lose control of your mind. But he knows the Two-Mind Connection."
It was at this moment that Qing 'er recalled many scenes.
Two birds flying in the blue sky.
Drinking wine.
Swimming together.
The boat with the black awning.
The stars on the surface of the river.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Layue said, "He has become a spiritual body after his total transformation, and he can live in the Green Sky Mirror like a spiritual soul. I can't find him … Even if I could find him, I wouldn't be able to do anything to him unless I destroy the Green Sky Mirror. This is the problem he has set for you. You oppose him destroying the world. Are you willing to destroy that world in order to kill him?"
Jing Jiu said calmly, "I'll go in there and look for him."
Qing 'er said with her head lowered, "It will take many years. This is the second problem he has set for you. Are you going to stay here and ascend, or give up ascension and look for him?"
Jing Jiu said, "I'll go in there, but I won't give up ascension; it's because it won't take me too long."
Qing 'er lifted her head and asked in bewilderment, "Why do you want to take the risk? You didn't kill him when you locked him in the Sword Jail before. Can't you do the same this time? Isn't the Green Sky Mirror just a bigger Sword Jail? "
Jing Jiu said while looking at the sky, "There will be a troublesome matter ahead. I have to solve his problem before that happens; otherwise, I won't be able to keep my mind at ease."
Qing 'er was startled and even more baffled, wondering what could be more troublesome than the destruction of the world in Taiping Zhenren and the war between these two brothers.
Jing Jiu didn't explain anything to her. He sat down by the Green Sky Mirror.
"Thank you."
Having said that, he closed his eyes.
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The sceneries and sceneries in the Green Sky Mirror were the same as before. The world had changed a bit, but not too much. The states, rivers, and people were still the same.
Jing Jiu had lived in the Green Sky Mirror for many years. Though he spent most of his time in the Royal Palace of the Chu Kingdom and on that mountain in seclusion, nobody was more familiar with this place than he was, save for Qing 'er. Jing Jiu pushed open the door and walked out after dusting off the light particles on his body. As soon as he walked out, he saw that old man with white hair.
The territory and inhabitants of the old Chu Kingdom were still under the rule of Zhao State, but they had their own government. The former Eldest Young Master Zhang was now the respected Grand Master Zhang. Even the Royal Palace of Zhao State had to ask for his opinion before issuing any decree. In addition to the legacy of his father, the Grand Secretary Zhang, the most important reason was his relationship with Jing Jiu.
The Zhang Manor had moved back to the capital many years ago, occupying a street in the north of the city. His descendants were all the officials in the imperial court, but he thought his life here was boring. Suddenly, he saw Jing Jiu walk out from the room. He jumped up from the bamboo chair and yelled excitedly, "Your Majesty, you're back! How long will you stay this time? "
Glancing at the floating clouds in the sky, Jing Jiu said, "I'm here to take care of something. I'll leave soon."
The Eldest Young Master Zhang was a bit disappointed, but he didn't dare say anything. Standing by Jing Jiu's side, he rubbed his hands incessantly. "Your Majesty, why did your face change?" he asked confusedly.
Jing Jiu walked to the front of the well in the courtyard and craned his neck to look into it. He saw a childish face with a bun on his head on the surface of the still water.
For some reason, he had turned into a handsome young Daoist monk after coming to the Green Sky Mirror.
Looking at the face he hadn't seen for a long time, Jing Jiu asked after a moment of silence, "Why can you recognize me then?"
The Eldest Young Master Zhang said with a smile, "To say nothing of the fact that you've changed your face, even if Your Majesty had turned into … Pooh!"
Jing Jiu leapt up with the wind, and soon disappeared into the twilight.
A blood-red feather was drifting in front of him, as if it was guiding him.
It didn't take long before he arrived at a mountain.
There was a Daoist temple in the deep end of the mountain.
A young Daoist monk was sweeping the ground in front of the Daoist temple with a bamboo broom in his hand.
This young Daoist priest had delicate features and gave people a very amiable feeling.
The blood-red feather drifted down slowly.
Jing Jiu reached out his hand to catch it, and bowed to the young Daoist monk, saying, "Greetings, Big Brother."
The young Daoist monk was bewildered, asking, "Have we met before?"
Jing Jiu said to him in Silence, "This story is too long. I don't want to tell it all over again. Let's finish it before sunset."
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