Chapter 106: I Refuse to Accept It, Dying at My Own People's Hands—Today My Name Is Finally Cleared!
That was Kunpeng's lingering obsession!
Drawn by the supreme sword of this era, it manifested once more.
Kunpeng raised its head and looked toward the sky. Sensing the might of the Primordial Immortal Court Master's sword, as well as the four karmic threads that had already been severed in the unseen, two lines of clear tears slid down its illusory face.
"I refuse to accept this…"
"To die at the hands of my own people…"
"Hundreds of millions of years of waiting, hundreds of millions of years of humiliation…"
"Today, it is finally washed away!"
Having spoken, Kunpeng's phantom of obsession bowed deeply in the direction of Qingyun State in the upper realm.
"Taichu…"
"I will never forget this great kindness for eternity!"
"Boom!"
As this final knot in its heart was untied, that lingering obsession completely transformed into a rain of light, dispersing into the air and over the sea.
For a moment, the broken halberd hummed, its radiance surging!
As if mourning Kunpeng's past…
…
Lower Realm, Westland.
The vast mountain range stretched endlessly, spanning an unknown tens of thousands of li.
Deep within this great wilderness, ancient trees towered into the sky, apes howled, and tigers roared. All kinds of archaic species roamed freely, and fierce birds soared through the sky, filled with the most primitive aura of savagery.
Yet within this perilous wilderness stood a tranquil and peaceful small village:
Stone Village.
At the entrance of the village, a charred willow tree had taken root.
Its entire body was pitch black, having once been struck by lightning, as it had already been dead for ten thousand years.
But from that withered main trunk hung a single crystal-clear green willow branch, radiating a hazy vitality and glow, enveloping the entire Stone Village within it like a pure land untouched by all laws.
There was no noise from the outside world here, only the laughter of children at play and the simple, honest chatter of villagers.
Ever since that day, when the mysterious man known as the Taichu (Immortal Lord) descended and held a private conversation with Liu Shen, and not long ago, when Liu Shen forcefully slew Qiongqi, suppressed Zhu Yan and Vermilion Bird, and seized the mountain treasure, the foundation of Stone Village had grown increasingly profound.
At this moment, the small golden monkey transformed from Zhu Yan was hopping about at the village entrance, while the small crimson bird, red as fire, was grooming its feathers on the branches.
As for the mountain treasure that had stirred chaos across the lower realm and contained inheritance, it now lay quietly beneath the willow tree, gently brushed by several willow branches as if comprehending the methods within.
"Buzz…"
However, at the very instant that the sword in the upper realm slashed down and karma was severed,
Liu Shen, who had been immersed in deep nirvana and deduction, was suddenly startled.
The might of that sword caused even this ancestral sacrificial spirit, who once overlooked the heavens and charged into foreign realms, to experience a violent fluctuation.
Though the outside world seemed calm and peaceful, within Liu Shen's spiritual world, a shocking storm had already erupted.
On the charred tree trunk, the originally gentle green radiance instantly became blazing, like a green sun igniting.
The surrounding space silently collapsed, turning into nothingness, then instantly reformed.
Immediately after, a hazy figure emerged from the tree trunk.
Clothed in white, peerless in bearing.
Though her true appearance could not be seen clearly, that transcendent aura, standing above the mortal world and beyond the endless flow of time, was enough to make all beings bow in worship.
Liu Shen did not rise. Merely sitting there, she seemed to be the very center of the Great Dao of heaven and earth.
Behind her, three thousand light orbs rose and fell. Within each orb seemed to be a divine kingdom, where countless gods and demons chanted scriptures and all living beings offered sacrifices.
Even across incomparably vast distances, the grand sacrificial sounds traversed time and space, blessing her body.
At this moment, Liu Shen slightly lifted her head, her eyes piercing through layers of world barriers, directly gazing toward Qingyun State in the upper realm.
"This aura…"
Liu Shen murmured softly, a trace of realization in her voice.
"It's him."
"Taichu…"
"The mysterious man who descended here not long ago and invited me to go together to the Immortal Domain."
"What a domineering sword."
Then, Liu Shen extended a jade-like hand. In her palm, a willow leaf glowed, reflecting a blurred scene.
It showed a decree spanning the sky, four heads flying up, and four ancient Dao lineages reduced to ashes in an instant.
"Those few were ultimately settled."
Regarding the four remnant immortals, Liu Shen's tone was calm, without the slightest ripple.
In the Immortal Ancient era, those few were merely the lowest among true immortals.
If she were at her peak, such beings would not even be qualified to approach her.
"Chaotic times produce heroes and also bury heroes. This has always been an unchanging truth through eternity."
"Only…"
Suddenly, Liu Shen's gaze shifted slightly, looking toward the North Sea, where Kunpeng's nest was located.
"Tianhuang Halberd revives, obsession dissipates."
"Kunpeng… did you feel it as well?"
A trace of recollection flashed in Liu Shen's eyes, as if recalling that equally peerless woman from long ago.
"Now that your great revenge has been avenged, you should rest in peace."
"However, with your obsession gone, that nest which has been suppressed for ages will likely open ahead of time."
"Once the Kunpeng Treasure Technique appears in the world, it will surely attract a frenzied struggle across the Eight Regions."
Thinking of this, Liu Shen's gaze could not help but fall upon the child in the village who was currently tempering his body in a great cauldron, babbling and shouting for beast milk.
Little One, Shi Hao.
He was the seed she had chosen and the only hope in this chaotic age.
"Originally it would have taken several more years, but now it seems the great trend has been forcibly advanced by this sword."
Liu Shen spoke softly, as if weighing something.
"That Daoist boy…"
Suddenly, her mind recalled the delicate Daoist boy standing behind Jiang Chen, Dao Yi.
"At the time, I paid him no attention, thinking he was merely a child attending at his side."
"Now it seems that was actually a Dao Incarnation he deliberately left behind, carrying the might of that sword, specifically to settle accounts with this upper realm."
"What formidable boldness."
"The Primordial Immortal Court Master, while still in the Immortal Domain, can manipulate the winds and clouds of these Nine Heavens and Ten Earths across endless time and space."
Liu Shen's hazy figure trembled slightly, as if her evaluation of Jiang Chen had risen several levels.
"It seems that agreeing back then to cooperate with him and go together to the Immortal Domain may have been an extremely correct decision."
A gentle breeze passed, and willow branches swayed.
Stone Village remained peaceful; the great wilderness was still perilous.
But only Liu Shen knew that after this sword fell, the heavens of these Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had completely changed.
"Karma has ended; the time is near."
"I should also hasten to settle the mundane affairs of this lower realm and go to the Immortal Domain."
Liu Shen's voice gradually grew softer, eventually dispersing into the wind.
That peerless figure also merged back into the charred tree once more, leaving only the full canopy of green radiance, which at this moment became even more resplendent.
…
At the same time, in the upper realm.
Qingyun Province.
Above the Daoist boy's head, an Immortal King's decree floated, emanating a suffocating and terrifying pressure.
Beneath his feet, the four remnant immortals had perished, and the four top Dao lineages had been reduced to ruins in an instant.
After dealing with the remnant immortals, the Daoist boy's gaze shifted toward the trembling Supremes.
Especially the few at the forefront—Wang Changsheng, Jin Taijun, and the Old Celestial…
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