(I said I've recovered this chapter. I feel a bit sorry for how lonely the first few chapters I wrote with all my heart ~)
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The Underworld was crying bitterly, followed by the cheers in the sky. It was the same in the human world.
In comparison to the Underworld, the human world was not as miserable. Most of the green smoke coming out from the Heavenly Well was swallowed by the Broadsword King, Cao Yuan, and then blocked by the small green curtain sedan. Apart from the insects and the innocent animals by the Heavenly Well, the people in the human world suffered relatively little damage, so they were mostly cheering.
The cheers seemed to have traveled over the vast ocean to the seashore of the East Ocean.
Looking at the golden light at the deep end of the ocean, the people had a joyful smile on their faces; but when they turned to look at the cliff where the Heavenly Well was located, the atmosphere grew gloomy, and the voices of the people talking became lower.
Besides the small green curtain sedan, most of the people guarding the Heavenly Well were the army and officials of the Imperial court, and almost all the people of the Pure Heaven Bureau were here.
The success of the Cultivation practitioners of various sects in filling up the ocean had a lot to do with the full cooperation and support of the Imperial court.
It was a difficult task to deal with so many affairs. In merely a dozen days, Gu Qing had lost a lot of weight, his eyes sunken, and his face looked terrible.
The officials of the Imperial court by the seashore of the East Ocean were all aware that the poor condition of Master Gu Qing had nothing to do with his hard work, but something else.
"I don't understand why we can't find him."
Looking at the commander of the Pure Heaven Bureau and the manager of the Curtain Rollers kneeling in front of him, Gu Qing said calmly, "If we can't find him, I have no choice but to ask you two to die."
The commander of the Pure Heaven Bureau was not Zhang Yiai anymore, but the manager of the Curtain Rollers was an old acquaintance, the doctor whom Jing Jiu had sought out by the White-Horse Lake in Zhaoge City.
They were the two most powerful officials in the imperial court, but they didn't dare defend themselves when they heard what Gu Qing said. They agreed reverently and then left as quickly as they could. They were ready to mobilize all of their forces to search for Gu Qing again, and also to prepare for their own funeral arrangements.
"You are not a boring person who likes to vent your anger on others. Why are you so nervous?"
Tong Yan walked over.
Gu Qing looked at the surface of the sea and said expressionlessly, "I'm worried that something might have happened to Master."
Tong Yan said, "I heard that he was taken away by Zhao Layue. Why are you still worried?"
Gu Qing said, "They didn't return to Aoyama."
Thinking of Zhao Layue's temperament, Tong Yan also fell silent.
To Zhao Layue, there were only two things in the world: the Great Dao and Jing Jiu.
Since she did not bring Jing Jiu back to Aoyama and did not leave any trace of her whereabouts, it meant that she was sure that Jing Jiu's current problem could not be solved even in Aoyama.
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The sea was boundless, and so was the snowfield.
In comparison to the chaotic world, the snowfield this spring was exceptionally tranquil. It was probably for this reason that the Zen Master dared to leave the small temple in White Town.
A gust of wind suddenly sprang up on the surface of the snowfield, passing through a gorge between a few black mountains and continuing to head toward the deep part of the snowfield like a snow dragon.
Dozens of sword lights drifted out from Zhao Layue's sleeves, breaking the wind and snow and disappearing into the air behind her.
When the Fairy Lady Bai Ren came to Aoyama, her Thoughtless Sword was broken. She had barely mended it before it took her to the deep part of the sea, where it broke again. At the moment, it was stuck in her belt like two pieces of iron, looking rather gloomy.
Her mental state was also gloomy because of the severe wound she received that day and the tens of thousands of miles back and forth, but more importantly because of the fear deep in her Dao Heart.
She was a true swordsman in the upper limit of the Broken Sea State, and she had cultivated the shapeless sword body. Even if she didn't have the Thoughtless Sword, she wouldn't be able to find many opponents in the world. If the Kunlun Sect wanted to avenge He Wei, she could kill them with a swing of her sword.
What she feared was not the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom.
Her fear came from behind her.
This was the second time she came to the deep part of the snowfield.
The last time she came here, Jing Jiu was sleeping soundly in Zhaoge City.
This time, Jing Jiu was sleeping soundly behind her.
Looking at the dissipating sword lights and snowflakes in front of her, she suddenly realized that she came to the snowfield to cultivate last time to explore the way this time.
The snowfield was truly tranquil, and the monotonous beauty of it felt unreal.
The lonely icy peak had already appeared in her field of vision, but she hadn't encountered a single snowy monster yet.
Crack!!! Crack!!!! The surface of the hard ice had dozens of clear and straight cracks, which were the marks left by the sword wills.
Zhao Layue halted her steps.
Countless powerful energies could be vaguely sensed in the surroundings of the glacier; they should be the personal guards of the Queen who had almost killed her.
She didn't pay any attention to those swordsmen of the Snowy Kingdom who were hiding their figures. She looked at the icy peak one hundred miles away and said, "Please treat her."
Those powerful auras gradually disappeared into the distance. At the same time, an even more powerful and countless times more powerful divine sense landed on the glacier.
Along with a loud boom, the cracks left by the sword wills expanded instantly. The glacier broke into hundreds of huge ice cubes, giving off a gloomy glow in the blue sky.
Such a powerful spiritual awareness could only belong to the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom.
The Queen was always the being of the highest state in Chaotian, be it in the past or at the present.
The spiritual awareness was full of a condescending and mocking intent. I didn't kill you last time because I hoped you could walk out of the snowland alive. It was merely because I was curious about you. Do you think you have some kind of friendship with me? How dare you come here to ask me for help?
Zhao Layue said to the icy peak, "Last time you said that we are very similar, that we are not replacements, and that we will grow stronger and defeat those who created us … But it doesn't mean that we have to hate those who created us. You should know why your mother left, and you shouldn't hate her, but feel happy for her. I don't hate him either. I hope he can live, and he helped your mother leave this world. Maybe I can help you one day."
The spiritual awareness had finally moved again after a long moment of silence, landing on her back.
A moment later, the spiritual awareness conveyed an unexpected emotion, as if it didn't understand how someone like Jingyang could get himself into such a situation.
"His sword source is gone."
"He is a sword."
"A sword without sword source is like a man without blood; he will die."
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In the beginning of the day, Jing Jiu fought Taiping and Bai Ren. Though he wasn't wounded, he had exhausted all of his energy.
Then, he spent the whole night thinking. He left Aoyama, flew over the East Ocean, and descended to the Underworld, traveling tens of thousands of miles between heaven and earth.
In the early morning, he was sneak-attacked and severely wounded on Longevity Mountain. At noon, he killed Bai Zhenren in the ocean spray.
Next, he went to the deep part of the ocean and began to use his sword wills to mend this pitiful world full of wounds.
Even though he was Jingyang, he had reached the end of his life; it was because he had exerted himself to the extreme.
Zhao Layue had been keeping an eye on Ping Yong-Ka on the Sword Peak, so she knew everything that had happened to Jing Jiu. Moreover, she knew Jing Jiu's body well, so she was certain that the judgment of the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom was not wrong.
"I know all the principles." Looking at the icy peak emitting a faint blue glow, she asked earnestly, "But how can I bring him back to life?"
That day in the bloody twilight, when she held Jing Jiu at the bottom of the ocean, the Giant had said something similar to this to her: "You have to pay a price for carrying the ocean with your sword."
Her response at the time was the same as today: "I know all the principles, but how can I bring him back to life?"
The Giant said he couldn't do it.
Zhao Layue thought that she had no choice but to find someone who was more powerful than the Giant.
The Queen of the Snowy Kingdom was the only one who was more powerful than the Giant, be it in Chaotian or other lands.
As such, she came to the deep part of the snowland and arrived in front of this icy peak.
"As you know, he's not dead."
Zhao Layue put Jing Jiu on the snowy ground by her side, and continued while looking at him, "Though he's not breathing right now."
When a figure in the Heavenly Arrival State left this world, heaven and earth would produce some significant signs, like the spring rain, the morning sunlight, the twilight, and the falling leaves.
It was unclear what heaven and earth would use to commemorate Jing Jiu when he died.
Zhao Layue would never want to know the answer; but since heaven and earth didn't show any signs, she believed that Jing Jiu was not dead.
The spiritual awareness of the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom came down again. She said that she couldn't bring Jing Jiu back to life, but she agreed with Zhao Layue that Jing Jiu was not dead.
Hearing her answer, Zhao Layue felt much more relaxed. She lowered her head helplessly, feeling tired all over her body.
It was true that he wouldn't let himself die.
Even though he couldn't let go of the cause and effect, and even though he suddenly began to love this world for no reason, he wouldn't die for it.
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Zhao Layue led Jing Jiu out of the snowland.
She didn't alert the people in White Town, but stayed in Juye City. Then she asked someone to summon Su Ziye.
Su Ziye walked into the restaurant and saw Zhao Layue gobbling up the meat while sitting by the hotpot. He was slightly startled, but his countenance didn't change. He asked with a forced smile, "How come the Young Lady is here all of a sudden?"
In the Aoyama Sect, Zhao Layue was the Master of the Shenmo Peak and the Senior Master of Gu Qing and the others. But in Su Ziye's mind, Zhao Layue had another identity: the principal disciple of the Immortal Jingyang. As a result, he often addressed her as the Young Lady in his letters.
Zhao Layue didn't say anything, which meant that she had acquiesced.
Acquiesced meant that she liked him.
Su Ziye wanted to establish his identity as the direct disciple of the Shenmo Peak, so he had to do what she liked.
Zhao Layue was still eating the meat with her head lowered, trying to get used to the taste of the sesame sauce; she didn't have time to pay attention to him.
Su Ziye said, "The hand-cooked meat in Juye City is actually more delicious. Would you like to …"
Zhao Layue lifted her head and shot him a glance, the expression in her eyes a bit cold.
Su Ziye's voice stopped abruptly. He was a bit flustered, not knowing what he had said wrong.
Zhao Layue put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hands and asked, "The Mysterious Dark Sect is proficient in the dark energy, and you're an expert in using poison. Do you have any method to wake up a person who can't be woken up?"
As Su Ziye was about to say that a person who couldn't be woken up was a dead person … he suddenly thought of the major events that had taken place in Chaotian a few days ago, and he vaguely guessed something. With a changed expression, he inquired about the condition of the patient in the most solemn tone.
The soup in the hotpot had been frozen by an unknown cold intent. It was deathly quiet in the private room. Su Ziye made many suggestions in a low voice, but all of them were rejected by Zhao Layue.
She had used many methods along the way from the Huge Whirlpool to the deep part of the snowland. If the dark energy and poison of the Mysterious Dark Sect were useless, other methods would be useless as well.
Looking at her pale face, Su Ziye suddenly felt a sense of pity. He got up and was about to leave after bowing to her. As he was about to leave the private room, he couldn't help but halt his steps and ask, "Is the Immortal … okay?"
"Your medicine won't stop." Zhao Layue didn't answer his question directly.
After leaving the private room and returning to the Heavenly Room A, she walked to the bedside and sat down. She reached out her hand and caressed Jing Jiu's face softly, remaining silent for a long time.
Jing Jiu hadn't woken up yet, nor had he regained his breath. However, she believed in the judgment of the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom and herself that he was not dead, and his body showed no sign of decay.
The question was, what would happen in the end if this state continued?
He had slept for one hundred years in Zhaoge City, and his condition was obviously different from now.
He was breathing and had a body temperature back then.
It was true that she understood all this.
She knew he was not dead.
Yet, if he couldn't wake up forever, he was no different from being dead.
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As the Cultivation practitioners of various sects in Chaotian were moving the mountains and filling the sea, a sword light had flown over the surface of the ocean in the north.
The sword light didn't draw anyone's attention; not even Bu Qiuxiao had sensed it.
It was because the sword light traveled too fast and was a bit far away, and the situation on the ocean was too chaotic at the time.
When the sea was filled successfully, and the cheers and cries of joy could be heard everywhere in the human world and the Underworld, the sword light arrived in Chaotian, or in other words, returned to Chaotian.
The sword light faded slightly, and the figure of a Cultivation practitioner appeared under a pine tree.
The middle-aged man had one hand behind his back, his face devoid of any emotion, but he didn't give off a cold and aloof feeling. He looked like a carved stone statue.
After leaving the pine tree, the middle-aged man came to the official road. There was a sign hanging by the side of a restaurant. Seeing the words on the sign, the expression in the middle-aged man's eyes changed.
Those words that could be seen everywhere seemed to be more impressive than the great work of filling the sea at the Huge Whirlpool.
A few merchants were eating in the restaurant. It seemed that they disliked the monotonous dishes, and they kept on swearing about the Dongyi Daoist Sect.
"Hey! That hunter over there, the pheasant in your hand looks pretty good. How much is it? "
"Not bad. It's good for stewing soup."
"You people don't know anything about food! The pheasant bones are the most delicious when fried; they go well with wine! "
The middle-aged man was taken aback. He finally understood what these people were talking about when he looked at the Dark Phoenix in his hand.
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