Chapter 291: [Sisheng Peak] The End of Two Generations

Taxian-Jun stood at a height of tens of thousands of people in the sky. His black robe fluttered like ink.

He narrowed his eyes, his sleeves flapping wildly. The spiritual power in his palm was like a dragon swallowing the sun, tearing apart the cold mist and the invisible time and space.

"Boom!"

Suddenly a thunderous sound echoed out as the bolt of lightning shattered the sky in an instant!

After a few breaths of dead silence, the heavenly lake's water crazily poured, the snow in Mount Kunlun angrily surged, the yellow clouds rolled up the ground, and a cold wind blew all over the sky… Once, when Chu Wanning came to this world, he only tore apart a small mark.

Later on, Shi Mei spent a lot of effort to repair that trace and also came to this world.

But those two space and time cracks were only minor injuries. They would very soon be restored to their original state by the power of grandmist. Even later, on top of the Mount Jiao, Xu Shuanglin had used the five holy weapons to open up a Great Heavenly Rift.

That would only temporarily break the barrier between them.

But this time, the cracks that Mo Ran had personally torn open were completely different from the previous ones. The sky was suddenly suffused with a scarlet color. At the same time, two suns and two moons rose up, emitting a weak glow as they hung high above the dome.

From the south of the river to the north of the desert, from the tip of the sea to the horizon. For a moment, almost everyone stopped what they were doing, raising their heads to look at this bizarre and terrifying constellation.

Wuchang Town. His mother hugged him tightly. The mother kissed his face and whispered, "Stop crying, stop crying. Baby is good. Mother is here. Mother is here."

Yang Zhou city. An old woman with a head full of hair was leaning on her walking stick with a hunched body and a hoarse voice, "This… Why were there two moons and two suns in the sky… Heavens, oh heavens, just what exactly is happening…"

Flying Flower Island. Third Madam Sun raised her thick eyebrows and stood on the shore with her hands on her hips. She sternly ordered everyone to turn off the lights and hide inside the house. She also ordered the servants to bring all the homeless people from the island to the mansion.

She stared at the vision in the sky, her eyes ablaze.

Not to mention the great sects like Guyue'ye, Huohuang Pavilion, and Wusang Temple, regardless of whether they were willing to accept it or not, almost all cultivators clearly understood one thing at this moment:

The Gates of Life and Death had truly opened.

Mo Ran's was high up in the wind, and his eyes were filled with a bloody aura. His eyes flashed with an excited and crazy light.

He was urged by Shi Mingjing back and forth several times. He was dead, then brought to life, and died again and was alive again. The memories were even more fragmented, and there was only a ray of consciousness in the body supporting him.

So he was all crazy, even more unreasonable than before.

Destroying the heavens and destroying the earth.

Very quickly, half of the surrounding mountains and rivers were covered by the black cloud. Taxian-Jun raised his head and laughed heartily — but why was he laughing?

He did not know, nor did he want to know.

His mind was in a mess, and inside his chest, there was only the unceasing order given by Shi Mei.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the layer of sparkling and translucent barrier underneath the rolling black clouds. His lips formed a sneer, then he raised his hand and said in a low voice: "Bu'gui."

Bu'gui appeared.

Taxian-Jun's fingertip brushed against the blade of the saber, one by one, until it shone.

Then, he ruthlessly hacked at the two barriers that blocked the world of mortals.

It was dead silent for a moment.

Suddenly, the hinterland rumbled, and the Myriad Manifestation Steps appeared.

The Space-Time Gate of Life and Death was finally opened, broken, and shattered by him.

In an instant, the mountains and rivers changed color.

His ferocious and tyrannical spiritual energy and the aura of the Immortal Martial Spirit caused this rift to expand so thoroughly that it could not be sealed within the next hundred years!

The task was completed.

Taxian-Jun stood at the crack in the sky. He squinted his eyes for a moment and then turned around to look at the mortal world. He paused for a moment, then turned around and walked into the world that truly belonged to him…

When the wind stopped whistling in his ears, he raised his eyes.

Before his eyes was a vast expanse of white. He once again returned to the world where he claimed the title of emperor. He returned to his previous life, to the Taxue Palace on Mount Kunlun.

"Your Majesty."

"Welcome back, your Imperial Majesty."

Standing on the hazel plains, he saw large numbers of people rushing toward him, kneeling like tides on the snow, kowtowing and kowtowing to him.

Taxian-Jun didn't say anything as his hawk-like eyes stared at the cultivators in front of him. Each and every one of them was covered in a black cloak.

He couldn't see the end of these people. They stretched all the way to the foot of the mountain.

The leader was a shaky old man, the wind blew his white hair, he was Liu-gonggong, who had served him for many years.

The year Taxian-Jun died, Elder Liu was sent back to his hometown along with the other palace maids. He originally thought that everything would end here, but not long after, a Medical Sect Saint Hand called Hua Binan appeared out of nowhere, baring his fangs and making Taxian-Jun's corpse into a living corpse to control it.

However, this living corpse still retained a certain level of emotions and willpower. He was dissatisfied with the mute servant that Hua Binan had sent to serve him. He didn't give up until Hua Binan had found the people from Wushan Palace back.

Later on, for reasons unknown to Old Liu, Hua Binan disappeared from this world, leaving only the Emperor to fend for himself in this world.

As time passed, even the most foolish of people could tell that the Emperor had always been controlled and Old Liu was no exception. But what could an old man like him, with half his neck buried in dirt, do?

He had no relatives or family, and his friends had all died long ago.

Because of this trust, Liu-gonggong's eyes were filled with both joy and worry the next time he saw him. In the end, he looked more real than the others.

Taxian-Jun moved his lips: "Old Liu."

"Your Majesty. His Majesty is finally back," Elder Liu said, kowtowing to the king.

"… Do you know?" When Taxian-Jun said these words, he didn't even realize that he looked like a kid who was in a hurry to share the good news with his elders. "I've met him again."

Liu-gonggong was stunned, "… Chu-zongshi?"

"Yes, I've seen it many times. My spirit core has also been restored. When the important matter is completed, I can —"

When in the elderly man's middy eyes he caught a glimpse of his excited face, Taxian-Jun suddenly stopped talking and looked around in embarrassment at the kneeling crowd.

Fortunately, no one dared to laugh at him.

He pursed his lips, making himself cold and dignified once more. With a brush of his sleeve, he said, "Enough. Don't kneel. Everyone, get up and follow me back to the Wushan Palace."

Along the way back to Shu, the place was lifeless and empty.

There were not many living people left in this world, and he had long since gotten used to it. It was just that after staying in another world for a while and seeing the bustle of people walking back and forth, he would still feel a little lonely when he returned to this hell of people.

That night, he opened an aged pot of Pear Blossom White Flower and drank alone in the empty Wushan Palace.

Ever since he obtained Mo-zongshi's spirit core, his body had recovered significantly, allowing him to do what many living people were able to do. For example, drinking wine or eating food. However, no matter how much he repaired it, the corpse was still a corpse. The taste that he could taste with his tongue was not even 30% of what it was when he was alive.

Still, he was satisfied.

After three rounds of drinking, he was slightly drunk. He rested his forehead on the soft couch as he thought back to the past, bored out of his mind. These memories were not pleasant at all. It was always disconsolate to drink.

He hadn't wanted to think about it before, but now he wasn't afraid.

The two mortal worlds had already been cleared. No matter how unhappy they were, their past would soon change. He narrowed his eyes and twirled his fingers around the red tassels, muttering, "Chu Wanning…"

He stood up and headed to the long-sealed Red Lotus Pavilion. When he arrived at the door, he saw Liu-gong walking out. Upon seeing each other, both of them were stunned.

"Your Majesty."

"What are you doing here?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell onto the basket of things like a feather duster and a broom that Liu-gonggong was carrying.

"Cleaning up?"

Elder Liu sighed. "That's right. I don't know when His Majesty will come again. I'm afraid that the item will rot from not using it for a long time. That's why I have to tidy it up every day." Elder Liu paused. "This place still looks the same as before. Your Majesty, please enter."

Taxian-Jun suddenly didn't know what to say.

He walked alone to the lotus pond. The pond was filled with spirit energy, so the flowers stayed there. He tilted his head and listened to them for a while, then slowly recalled the afternoon when he was also on the bridge. The summer was so scorching that it made one's head spin, and he suddenly became interested. He pulled Chu Wanning along and kissed the man on the forehead.

At that time, aside from sex, they didn't seem to have much warmth towards each other. This sudden kiss with a slight hint of intimacy made Chu Wanning a little surprised.

The cicadas on the trees chirped a few times, but the frogs in the pond didn't show any signs of weakness.

He looked at the slightly widened phoenix eyes and found them even more interesting. He said, "Since there's nothing to do, why don't we play a game?"

Before Chu Wanning could refuse, he placed his finger on his lips, "Shh. Let me finish."

"…"

"Let's make a bet. When I count to ten, if the frogs in the yard scream, you will lose. You have to bring a pot of sour plum soup for me. If the cicadas on the tree chirp first, then even if I lose, I… I'll take you down the mountain to relax."

Going down the mountain was indeed a huge temptation. At first, Chu Wanning didn't want to bother with him, but as time went by, Taxian-Jun has already clearly grasped his softness, and the conditions he put forward made it impossible for him to refuse.

The handsome man smiled. "Then, shall we begin?"

"One, two, three…"

Both of them listened to the croaking of the frogs or the chirping of the cicadas, but the Emperor's luck was probably poor. He began to count, and the cicadas became increasingly lively, while the frogs lazily stopped, as if they were about to give up.

"Eight, nine…" The more he counted, the more it dragged. It was too obvious that he would be a scoundrel if he dragged things to the end. Chu Wanning turned around and looked at him coldly.

Taxian-Jun was quite shameless. After being stared at like this, he actually stopped at the ninth level and stopped counting. Instead, he asked Chu Wanning, "Do you think this frog is dead?"

"…"

"Otherwise, why didn't it make a sound?"

"…"

"Wait a moment, I'll see if it's still alive. Otherwise, it won't be fair." He picked up a pebble from the ground and threw it at the lively green frog.

"Ten!"

"Croak!"

Shocked, the frog jumped into the pond, causing ripples and the sound of the frog to float away. Taxian-Jun laughed out loud as he wiped off the dirt on his fingers and said to Chu Wanning, "You've lost. The first one was the frog."

Chu Wanning was about to leave when his sleeves were pulled back. Having gotten a bargain, Taxian-Jun was in a good mood. He ignored the anger of the other party and said with a smile, "The sour plum soup requires ice, especially the kind that requires ice."

"Do you still have any shame?" Chu Wanning said while gritting his teeth.

"That thing can't relieve the heat, so what's the use of it?" Then, he poked him on the forehead and said, "Go on, remember to put less sugar in."

It was probably because his mood that day was really good. Under the scorching sun, he drank a pot of ice-cold plum candy, which was so sweet that even the croaking of the frogs sounded pleasant to the ear.

In the evening, he suddenly said to Chu Wanning, "Soon, it will be three years."

"What?"

Seeing his reaction, the young Emperor's face showed slight displeasure. "Since I'm called Emperor. I'm the emperor. It's been almost three years."

As he spoke, he tried his best to find even the slightest ripple in Chu Wanning's eyes. Unfortunately, the result was quite frustrating. He wrinkled his nose, feeling somewhat gloomy and unwilling. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly said, "You have followed me for three years."

"…"

"Since this pot of Ice Plum Soup tastes pretty good, let me take you for a walk down the mountain. But you can't go too far. Only the Wuchang town."

The carriage was ready, the bamboo curtain, cool pillow, the tea cup and folding fan were ready.

Standing in front of the main entrance of the Sisheng Peak, which had been expanded three times, Taxian-Jun touched the emerald ring on his white horse's forehead. He turned his face to Chu Wanning and asked, "Does it look familiar? This is the carriage that you liked to sit in when you were traveling in the past. It's fine to leave it here, it's not something that can't be thrown away."

Chu Wanning didn't show any joy, but he stepped on the branch like before and pushed aside the bamboo curtain to enter the cabin.

The servant was dumbstruck as he turned his head to look at the Emperor Taxian-Jun under the sunset in fear.

Regardless of the reason, it was normal for him to kill innocents. He really did not know what kind of courage Chu-zongshi had to actually act so disrespectfully and dare to be a step ahead of His Majesty.

However, the servants did not expect that Taxian-Jun didn't seem to mind. He even squinted his eyes and smiled with interest: "Look, this man thinks he's still elder Yuheng."

Just as he was about to follow them into the carriage, he heard a woman's gentle voice coming from behind him.

The woman said softly, "A-Ran."