Chapter 158: Night Boundless's Dream
"Release him, or else!"
"Die!"
The veiled young girl said coldly. The moment her voice fell, Ye Wuya's body began to tremble violently!
The veiled girl in white pointed a finger straight between Ye Wuya's brows!
Softly, she said, "Take a sleep, and when you wake up, you can tell me who you are!"
A thousand layers of turbulent waves crashed within Ye Wuya's mind! The pain was excruciating!
Gradually, after who knows how long, Ye Wuya slowly opened his eyes!
He found himself sitting on a bed alongside a woman dressed in red. The scene was vivid and clear, yet the woman in red remained hazy and indistinct, impossible to make out.
His lips twitched slightly, and he slowly spoke, "My wife, your husband is going to seek immortality."
"When will my husband return?" the woman in red asked.
"Six months at the earliest, a year at the latest..." he replied.
"Very well, I shall wait for my husband's return."
Ye Wuya felt as though his consciousness was currently possessing someone else. He could see, he could hear, but he could not speak.
Soon, the next day arrived. He parted ways with his wife, who accompanied him on a long farewell journey...
He arrived at a cultivator sect and successfully became a disciple there. Because of his exceptional innate talent, he eventually became the sect leader's direct student.
Not only that, but Ye Wuya also saw a "younger junior sister" of his—a little girl who always wore a veil.
Springs and autumns passed!
A year vanished in the blink of an eye!
Before his secluded cultivation!
Beneath the peach blossom tree, beside the flowing stream, falling peach blossoms drifted with the current, a mix of pale green and deep crimson, their fragrance staining his sleeves. Ten miles of peach groves, ten miles of peach blossoms, brilliant and glorious across mountains and plains.
Peach blossoms bloom, painting the full spring scenery of Jiangnan; peach blossoms redden, reflecting the faces of old friends beyond the brushwood fence; peach blossoms dance, dyeing the white clothes under paper umbrellas; peach blossoms are brewed into wine, getting drunk to the rhythm of swords and songs, weaving through the fleeting years.
"Why does Junior Sister wear a veil all day long?" he asked.
"My mother said whoever looks upon my face must either marry me, or..."
"Or what?" he asked again.
"Kill him!" she replied!
"What, do you wish to see your senior sister?" she asked.
"No, no, no. I already have a wife, and once I emerge from this period of seclusion, I am going home to bring her here," he answered.
Ye Wuya felt as though he were watching a fast-forwarding movie!
A person's entire life!
He watched in silence, endlessly curious as to why he had appeared here. Yet, since the bizarre event of crossing worlds had already happened to him, such details no longer mattered.
Afterward, he entered secluded cultivation!
When he finally emerged, the little girl had blossomed into a young maiden!
When he learned that a full decade had elapsed!
He!
Went mad!
Like a madman, he flew toward his home!
A month later, he arrived home, only to find the heartbreaking white mourning silk hanging across the manor!
He wept!
It was the first time he had ever cried!
His heart-wrenching sobs tore through the air!
Echoing in his ears were his wife's words from long ago:
"I shall wait for my husband's return!"
Those words lingered incessantly in his mind.
He was filled with regret!
Why on earth had he ever left her behind back then!
That very day!
He died!
His heart died!
His entire being lost its soul.
From that day onward, he never fell in love with another woman again!
Then, he heard a legend!
That legend whispered that immortals possessed the power to grant the dead a new lease on life.
On that day, he etched a single, bone-deep resolve into his soul: he must resurrect his wife.
He cultivated with reckless abandon, braving secret realms, slaying fierce beasts, and quelling wars!
Even covered in scars!
He still fought with his life on the line!
He risked everything, all for the ethereal and illusory immortal realm in the legends—to advance just a step further!
Quietly, he earned the titles of Sword God and Sword Immortal!
Yet these were not what he desired; all he wanted was for her to return, to be by his side.
If everything could be done over, he would never seek any illusory immortality!
Ye Wuya silently watched scene after scene of this man's life!
At last!
Ten thousand long and lonely years of the river of time flowed past!
He welcomed his ninth immortal tribulation!
As long as he crossed this final step, he could resurrect his wife!
"Old friend, are you confident about this Nine-Turn Immortal Tribulation?" A middle-aged man raised his head to look at the nine-colored divine thunder rolling and gradually solidifying above them. Worry was etched across his face as he gazed at the slightly lonely figure standing tall on the mountain peak.
"If I don't risk my life, my chances are less than thirty percent!" A slightly hoarse voice reached the middle-aged man's ears.
The middle-aged man froze upon hearing this and hurriedly asked, "Why?"
Raising his head to the sky and sensing the increasingly violent energy within the immortal thunder, the other replied, "This is no longer a mere Nine-Turn Immortal Tribulation. It is a true Taboo Tribulation!" At this point, a trace of a shudder laced his voice.
Ye Wuya could tell that the man's inner state at this moment was extremely unstable.
"What? Th-this is impossible! A Taboo Tribulation? How could I have sensed nothing?" The middle-aged man's heart trembled, his speech stuttering slightly.
One had to know that the youth was only at the Ninth-Grade Tribulation Immortal realm. Crossing the ordinary immortal tribulation was already arduous enough; now, a Taboo Tribulation had appeared. According to legend, a Taboo Tribulation had only the slimmest chance of descending upon the lower realms. Since antiquity, the cultivation world had only recorded nine such instances. Which of those nine was not a proud favored son of heaven? Which of them lacked peerless talent, existing as supreme figures who suppressed an entire era? Yet it had never been heard of that anyone successfully survived this tribulation.
"Old friend, do you truly have to go to the Immortal Realm? Perhaps it is not too late to turn back now. Although I cannot interfere with this immortal tribulation directly, utilizing my authority as the Heavenly Dao is enough to protect you safely and disperse the tribulation," the middle-aged man said with utmost sincerity.
"Thank you, brother, for your kind intentions. We cultivators walk a path that defies the heavens. Along this journey of mine, what kind of demons and ghosts haven't I seen? When have I ever feared? When have I ever taken half a step back? Even if an abyss of ten thousand feet lies ahead right now, I must walk forward."
"Because she is still waiting for me!!!" The youth opened his palm, clutching a delicate wooden hairpin within it. Gazing at the hairpin, his sharp-angled face radiated a happy smile.
"Yet, it has already been ten thousand years. She might have forgotten you by now! Or even... Is it really worth it for you to do this?" At the same time, the middle-aged man asked himself in his heart: For her sake, you have become this neither-human-nor-ghost entity; is it truly worth it? Is it worth it?
"It is worth it!" A single, simple word articulated the youth's ten-thousand-year unwavering conviction.
Simultaneously, roars echoed from the immortal thunder in the sky, resembling the awakening of an ancient demonic beast, causing the entire heaven and earth to pale in comparison.
Eighteen suns transformed into individual golden crows and rapidly fled, plunging the world into sudden darkness.
Every cultivator in the cultivation realm felt their hearts shake violently. Those with weak cultivation felt a tightness in their chests, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and were knocked unconscious.
At this moment, all the high-level figures of the cultivation world, feeling the world-destroying aura washing over them, harbored a single terrifying thought.
Could it be that the Sword God is undergoing his ninth immortal tribulation?
Watching the immortal thunder crash down toward the top of his head, the youth did not retreat; instead, he advanced. With a single step, space twisted, and he instantly appeared high in the sky directly beneath the immortal thunder, punching out against the lightning with a surge of violent energy.
The two forces of violent energy collided, causing the entire expanse of the sky to warp.
Bang!
Ripples of energy capable of tearing immortals apart spread outward in concentric circles.
The moment the youth made contact with this energy, he was blasted away, soaring backward unsteadily like a kite with a broken string.
"Pfft!"
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the youth managed to stagger to his feet.
Seeing the second wave of immortal thunder still gathering in the sky, he thought to himself, "Is it this weak? If this is all it is, it's hardly worth seeing!"
In the distance, figures continuously materialized. Ancestral-level figures of the cultivation world brought their proudest beloved disciples to watch this battle between man and the heavens.
"If the Sword God successfully crosses this step, he will ascend straight to the Immortal Realm. It is something we can only look at in despair!" an old man in white sighed.
"Master, this Sword God doesn't seem all that impressive! The heavenly tribulation has only just begun, and yet he's already battered to such a sorry state," a refined and ethereal young girl by the white-robed old man's side said, pouting her lips.
"Little Xue, do not look at Lord Sword God as being battered by the heavenly tribulation right now. You've only recently entered the sect, and even your master here has been beaten black and blue by Lord Sword God. Think carefully about just how terrifying Lord Sword God truly is!" laughed another newly arrived old man.
"Hmph! You're no better yourself," the white-robed old man scoffed coldly.
"Uncle Feng," the young girl greeted the newly arrived old man with a smile, casting a cautious glance at her master.
"Ah, that's right! He hasn't even drawn his sword yet!" the young girl nodded.
"Stop looking around. I didn't bring you here for you to play around. Watch closely; if you gain any comprehension, it will benefit your future cultivation immensely," the white-robed old man reprimanded without turning his head, keeping his eyes glued to this peerless battle...
The middle-aged man watched the youth fiercely resisting the heavenly tribulation. He watched as the youth was repeatedly blasted backward, only to rise again and charge right back in. For the past thousand years since he became the Heavenly Dao, a heart that should no longer have felt pain began to ache faintly.
Yet, hateful as it was, he could not intervene. The moment he interfered with the heavenly tribulation, its power would multiply exponentially.
The youth fell from the high altitude once more.
Looking at his battered and mutilated body, feeling his rapidly weakening aura, he suddenly burst into loud laughter: "Hahaha!"
A pitch-black, ink-like giant sword flew out from within the youth's body. A clear, crisp female voice rang out from inside the sword:
"Master, you're finally willing to let me out! If you didn't let me out any longer, I would've been driven crazy!"
Beside the sword materialized a stunning, exquisite figure dressed in pitch-black attire. The woman hurriedly caught the youth, preventing him from falling any further.
Looking at the youth, who was missing half his body, the woman wanted to cry, yet no tears would fall. Humans have emotions, but sword spirits are emotionless.
"Cough, cough, Xiao Mo, how long have you been with me?" the youth asked Ling Mo weakly.
"Master, today marks exactly nine thousand years," Ling Mo replied.
"Oh, nine thousand years has passed just like that!" The youth sighed, supporting his ruined body as he stood up.
From the half of his body that had been blasted away by the heavenly tribulation, a surge of golden sword intent emerged, slowly repairing the flesh and blood being devoured by the tribulation.
He turned his head to look at the middle-aged man. "Brother Heavenly Dao, in this life and this lifetime, I have never begged anyone for anything. Today, I am asking you for two favors."
"Speak," the middle-aged man replied.
The youth turned his gaze back to Ling Mo.
Seeming to understand what was coming, Ling Mo cried out in terror, "Master, no!"
With a thought of his divine sense, the youth severed his contract with Ling Mo, saying, "First, help me take good care of her."
Reaching out toward Ling Mo, he trapped her within a transparent barrier of light. With a single palm strike against the barrier, he pushed Ling Mo toward the middle-aged man.
Ling Mo attacked the barrier desperately, but it remained completely unmoving.
"Second, help me tell Yinyin: If I, Ye Wuya, become an immortal and return... I will marry her as my wife!"
"What? Ye Wuya!" Ye Wuya was startled. This was the first time he had heard "his" name after watching for so long! It was identical to his own name.
Yinyin—he knew that was the name of his younger junior sister!
"Let's go," the middle-aged man said to Ling Mo, gazing at the youth's retreating back.
Ling Mo stared blankly at the youth's back, recalling every bit of the past nine thousand years.
"In this life, if our encounter was destined to be nothing more than a fleeting dream, then now we gaze at each other without a word. I am willing to follow the moonlight to shine upon you." As a sword spirit, her eyes welled up with mist, shedding the first tear of her nine-thousand-year existence.
The tear slid across her pretty face, slowly dripping onto the light barrier and stirring up ripples of light.
To her surprise, the light barrier slowly began to dissipate, and Ling Mo felt a surge of joy at the sight.
Grasping the sword in her hand, she slashed forward, tearing open the void and instantly appearing before the youth.
She pulled him into a tight embrace as a bolt of immortal thunder plunged down, piercing straight through Ling Mo's body.
The youth froze, staring blankly at the figure in his arms with a smile: "Silly girl, why are you so foolish? Why did you come back?!" The youth wrapped his remaining arm tightly around her.
"No matter what happens, in this lifetime, this world, and lifetimes to come, wherever Master goes, Xiao Mo will follow. Even if it means death, I will die together with Master!"
Looking into Ling Mo's affectionate eyes, the youth sighed, "Fine, fine. Since you've already intervened in this heavenly tribulation, there's no use regretting it."
"In that case, let's send it packing right back to where it came from!" the youth declared with supreme dominance.
He looked toward the Heavenly Dao, who had rushed over long ago: "Until we meet again."
Giving Ling Mo a glance, she instantly understood.
A massive aura erupted from both the youth and Ling Mo, and spiritual energy within a radius of tens of thousands of miles surged toward the youth in a torrent.
The youth forcefully stamped his foot onto the ground, sending thousands of tons of earth and stone blasting up into mid-air.
The violent brute force, coupled with the overwhelming pressure of his radiating sword intent, seemed to make the entire Heavenly Star Continent tremble in fear!!
Everyone who had come to watch the battle felt a tight constriction in their chests—an awe-inspiring pressure seemingly originating from the nine heavens, akin to divine might, leaving them completely dumbfounded!
Gazing at that single figure wrapped in liquid golden sword intent, who looked as though a single man and his sword could conquer the entire boundless universe, every single person sheltered beneath their ancestral shields felt their scalps tingle, completely entranced!
The heavenly tribulation seemed enraged. Bolt after bolt of lightning, resembling countless laser cannons, blasted forth!
A massive lightning bolt nearly dozens of meters wide didn't even need to condense; in the blink of an eye, it was right in front of the youth!
The power of any single one of those lightning bolts was enough to reduce an entire city to flat ground!
The giant sword in the youth's hand, wreathed in liquid sword intent, swung continuously!
There were no fancy techniques, only relentless, fundamental sword forms.
Thrust, hack, lift, parry, swirl, point, collapse, intercept...
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"
As bolt after bolt of lightning was shattered, the unleashed energy exploded violently around the youth!
The people inside the protective shields retreated repeatedly, not daring to get too close, because the heavenly tribulation at this moment had truly entered its white-hot phase!
"Th-what on earth is going on? I can't see a thing anymore..."
"Don't ask... No one here can see clearly... As long as the heavenly tribulation is still attacking, it means the Sword God hasn't fallen yet!"
Looking from afar, the space where the youth was undergoing the tribulation had warped and shuddered, releasing countless colorful beams of light.
A seemingly minuscule golden figure constantly closed the distance against the apocalyptic, destructive battlefield of the heavenly tribulation!!
The youth gripped the Ling Mo sword while an illusion of Ling Mo stood behind him, also grasping the sword. The two figures slowly merged into one.
Man and sword as one.
Finally, after striking hundreds of blows in succession, the youth burst forth with a fierce push from his feet, crossing a distance of over a hundred meters in an instant. The black giant sword shattered a bolt of lightning and heavily pierced straight into the heart of the heavenly tribulation!
"Hum!"
With a muffled roar, the outer energy layer of the lightning violently shuddered!
Amidst the raging energy of the heavenly tribulation, blood poured from the youth's seven orifices. Covered in blood from head to toe, his face twisted into a ferocious, savage grimace!
"Ah!!"
Roaring in fury and agony, the youth channeled all his liquid sword intent, wrapping it around himself and the black giant sword like a berserk dragon, attempting to tear the heavenly tribulation directly into pieces!
The heavenly tribulation trembled violently, continuously slamming bolts of lightning onto the youth in an effort to force him away.
Feeling his strength gradually failing him, the youth gritted his teeth fiercely, ripped his sword free, and plummeted downward from the sky...
Down on the earth, the youth stood there, breathing heavily with his head lowered. Blood stained his heels...
The golden sword intent enveloping him flickered like a dying bonfire, growing dimmer and dimmer as if hope itself was fading away...
"Mortals love to call me Sword God, Sword Immortal, but I have never known what it means to be a Sword God...
However... I am certain of one thing. I know how to become a Sword Demon!"
The youth's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a trace of eerie, chilling gloom across this desolate, yellowish world, making everyone's souls tremble!
When the youth raised his head once more to gaze at the gate of the starry sky, his eyes were cold and pitch-black, resembling the deepest abyss of ice, the darkest night!
"Sword Demon!..."
An aura of despair, freezing cold, evil, and slaughter—devoid of even a shred of warmth—erupted like anger from the deepest depths of hell, threatening to plunge this realm into eternal darkness!
Everyone stared at that back. Behind the man, something seemed to be struggling restlessly, breaking free from its restraints!
In a trance, it was as if an overlord of demons from hell had unfurled its sky-covering demonic wings, extended its sharp claws burning with black flames, opened its ferocious, fanged maw, and roared to the heavens!
Dark flames erupted like a volcanic eruption, enveloping the youth entirely and spiraling upward into the sky!!
Seen from afar, it resembled a black purgatory greatsword piercing directly through the firmament!
The escalating pressure of the dark sword intent actually overwhelmed the pressure of the heavenly tribulation itself!
The entire world was plunged into pitch-black darkness, swept by eerie winds as if it had transformed into an abyss demonic domain saturated with death and destruction!
Killing intent! Violent killing intent! Killing intent beyond anyone's imagination, tangible as physical substance!
"Th-what on earth is this?"
Inside the shield, the white-robed old man and dozens of other ancestral-level figures joined forces, pouring their cultivation to the limit to sustain a barrier to protect their descendants and disciples!
Every single one of them turned pale, their hearts breeding raw terror...
At this moment, to everyone, the youth was a complete stranger!!
If they had been facing the youth directly right then, they would have seen even more clearly that the youth's eyes were blazing with netherworld ghost fire!
"Ah..." The youth let out a long breath.
Inhaling deeply, as if relishing the rare taste of fresh air, he looked immensely gratified—truly like a demon imprisoned in hell, finally set free...
The black giant sword in his hand vibrated with a continuous hum. It was evident that it was terrified, unable to comprehend why the man who had accompanied her for nine thousand years had transformed into this state!
Consciousness? Clarity? Rational thought?
None of it existed! In his eyes, there was only the primal instinct driven to its absolute extreme!
Destruction! Slaughter! Annihilate everything in sight!!
This was the Sword Demon!
An uncontrollable Sword Demon!
A world-destroying Sword Demon!
Yet now, he had no other choice. If he did not sacrifice himself to become a demon, everything would end prematurely!
On the face of the youthful Ye Wuya, a suppressed, distorted excitement lingered. His cold visage wore a slight, devilish, evil smile, while his body burned with pitch-black flames of sword intent. Pacing step by step, he walked up into the sky, walking toward the heavenly tribulation...
It was not that the youth was thinking rationally; rather, the stronger an entity was, the more it drew the Sword Demon's attention...
Wherever the youth stepped, space cracked and shattered continuously, leaving behind burning black-flamed demonic sword intent.
Though he was merely walking, each step seemed to make the entire world shake, sending a drum-like shockwave through everyone's hearts!
"Does anyone else feel like... the Sword God is even more terrifying than the heavenly tribulation?" an elder muttered in a trembling, hushed voice.
"Could this be... entering the sword dao through inner demons? Just what kind of realm is his sword intent?" The white-robed old man stared unblinkingly, not daring to miss a single fraction of a second.
Many people didn't even dare to breathe heavily, terrified out of their wits. What if the youth turned around and killed them with a single sword strike too? As strange as it was, that was precisely the feeling they had!
The young girl bit her lower lip, realizing that her body was trembling from instinctive fear, filling her with vexation and self-hatred!
In the sky, the heavenly tribulation had gathered to a terrifying scale.
An immortal tribulation several times more violent than before was unleashed from the rolling tribulation clouds: soul attacks, flames, lightning, frost...
Countless lightning bolts poured down toward the youth's tiny figure, as if intent on destroying the entire continent!
Watching the massive volume of heavenly tribulation energy descend upon him, wielding divine majesty like a ferocious beast preparing to devour him—
The youth simply looked up indifferently. Gripping the giant sword wreathed in dark sword intent with both arms, his limbs naturally fell into a most basic yet perfectly natural sword-swinging posture...
He swept the giant sword in a light-as-a-feather arc, tracing a flawless curve that fell like lightning!
Though his figure looked like a mere grain of sand in an ocean compared to the heavenly tribulation and the colossal energy shockwave, the instant he swung his sword intent, he seemed to transform into a giant supporting the heavens!
"Hum!"
The sword body rang out long and clear! The dark sword intent surged forth torrentially like the waters of a celestial river!
The rippling sword intent shockwave tore up entire mountain ranges, stripping away every peak within a radius of dozens of miles!!
Space began to buckle under such destructive force, showing signs of twisting and shattering everywhere!
Inside the barrier, everyone watched as a streak of dark sword intent—instantly expanding to tower even higher than the heavenly tribulation—swept forth like a half-moon blade, carving through and pulverizing the lightning of the tribulation with irresistible force!
The dark sword blade did not lose an ounce of its momentum as it ruthlessly cleaved directly into the heavenly tribulation!
It was as if a planet-sized demon had brought down its black-flamed demonic sword!
The magnificent, terrifyingly energetic heavenly tribulation suddenly appeared fragile and minuscule beneath this endless, heaven-reaching dark sword blade...
Faintly, everyone heard the sound of something cracking...
Yet they could see very little, because the kicked-up mountain rocks, tens of thousands of meters high, completely blocked everyone's field of vision!
"Ah!"
With muffled groans, even though the sword intent wasn't aimed at them, the shockwave alone was more than their barrier could withstand from behind!
The barrier shattered, and in a thunderous roar, thousands of tons of rock and soil directly buried them all...
Within the immortal tribulation! He lay quietly amidst a pool of thunder!
Seeing this, Ye Wuya felt as though the movie was drawing to its final moments. With a click!
The screen went black!
What the fuck!
What kind of bullshit is this!
What a massive piece of shit!
Where is the ending?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Ye Wuya felt intensely distressed. Having watched for so long, right when he was about to see the conclusion, the damn thing went black!
As if to fulfill Ye Wuya's wish, the screen lit up once more.
Ten thousand years ago!
She and he first met amidst the mountains, one in a tree, one beneath it.
He raised his head to look up at her. She was sitting on a branch in a red dress, teasing a small purple-tailed bird perched on her right index finger.
After sizing her up for a long time, he asked, "Are you off to get married?"
Hearing this, she lowered her head to look down at him, swinging her legs back and forth beneath her skirt, her voice crisp: "No, I'm running away from a forced marriage."
Taken aback, he watched as she smiled and jumped down from the tree.
"They're coming, I have to go. If anyone asks, make sure you say you've never seen me, okay?" She blinked at him and lifted her long skirt to leave, but the small purple-tailed bird remained perched on his shoulder.
Dazed for a moment, he copied her by extending his index finger, and sure enough, the small purple-tailed bird landed on his hand.
After walking a short distance, the bird, which had been obediently resting in his hand, suddenly flew away. Taken aback, he hurried in pursuit.
The purple-tailed bird landed on the wooden railing of a pavilion. He froze in his tracks because, inside that green-water-surrounded pavilion, she stood in her red dress, turned her head to look at him, and smiled: "No, I still feel like I can't trust you. How about I marry you instead? That way, you won't tell anyone."
...
"This humble wife feels a bit chilly."
"Your husband will go fetch a cloak for you."
"No, no need. Uh... this humble wife was just reminded of how, back before I left my maiden home, whenever I told my mother I was cold, she would hold me tight."
"Missing Mother-in-law?"
"...No."
"Nostalgic for your unmarried days?"
"Would it kill you to hug me?!"
"Say so directly next time."
...
"Husband, husband, this humble wife might be pregnant."
"Really?"
"...Husband, don't get excited yet."
"How can your husband not get excited?"
"Actually, I... I just wanted to play a joke on my husband."
"Wife, don't play jokes like this next time."
"Why? I played this joke to see how much my husband values me."
"What your husband values isn't you, it's the child..."
"...Husband, go sleep in the courtyard tonight. Anyway, you don't value me at all."
(That night, a certain husband climbed back in through the window.)
"Husband, I adore you."
"Wife, your husband remembers this is the 40th time you've said that."
"Husband has a good memory."
"Wife, speak your mind."
"Husband, this humble wife wants to eat pastries from West Street, but..."
"West Street pastries are in high demand and require waiting in line for several hours. Wife, do you want your husband to go buy them?"
"Husband is indeed clever, resourceful, incredibly handsome, and immensely talented—the one and only good husband in this world. How could such a small matter stump my husband? Husband, I adore you."
"Wait a moment, Wife, your husband is heading to West Street right now."
"Husband, return early."
...
"Does Husband feel especially blessed to have a wife like me?"
"Your husband has never felt that way. Wife is unreasonable, lazy, does no housework, and loves to put your husband through the ringer. How could your husband feel blessed marrying you?"
"Husband, you should think of it this way: me being unreasonable is me sacrificing myself to set off your tolerance and magnanimity; me not being lazy—how else could I have nurtured such a capable husband? Isn't having strong capabilities a good thing? As the saying goes, having extra skills never weighs you down; me putting you through the ringer makes Husband's life colorful, unlike other people's monotonous lives."
"Put that way, I have wronged you, Wife."
"Husband, this humble wife wants to replace some old furniture."
"Wife, what do you wish to replace?"
"The washboard has two dents in it; it's truly exhausting when doing laundry."
"Wife, when have you ever done laundry? It seems your husband has always done it."
"Isn't this humble wife just feeling sorry for Husband?"
"I see... In that case, your husband will just kneel and flatten the other spots. We can use the saved money to buy food for you, Wife."
"Husband, you are truly good to me."
"Your husband is not being good to you; your husband figures that even if we buy a new one, it'll just end up getting replaced before long anyway. Doing this saves a bit of money."
"Husband, go fix the washboard flat right now."
...
"Husband, this humble wife is hungry..."
"The hour is late, you can gnaw on your husband's hand!"
"But this humble wife doesn't like eating pig trotters... Let's just go to sleep."
"Husband, this humble wife can't sleep, I'm so hungry."
..........
.....
"Husband truly doesn't love this humble wife anymore, wuwuwu..."
"Sigh, your husband will go make you a midnight snack right now."
"Husband is the best."
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"Young Miss, it's cold outside, let's head back first."
"No, I want to wait for my husband to return. Husband is famously filial, and today is Mother's ninetieth birthday. He will definitely return."
"Young Miss..."
"Then I'll accompany Young Miss in waiting for the master to return."
"Young Miss, it's already dark. We might as well head back first."
Reluctantly casting one last glance at the main road, she finally returned to the manor.
On the bed:
"Cough, cough, Xiaochun, have the plum blossoms bloomed this year?"
"Not yet, Young Miss. Drink your medicine."
"No need. It's a shame I'll never get to see the blossoms bloom."
"Young Miss, you will definitely get better."
"I know my own body. I'm afraid... I won't last until the blossoms bloom."
"Young Miss, wuwu~" "Xiaochun, help me up."
"Young Miss, wuwu~"
"Xiaochun, help me up."
Outside the window, there was a gentle breeze and white clouds, but alas, still no sign of him. Where had he gone? I suppose I'll never wait for his return.
That night, the plum blossoms bloomed, blooming enchantingly. That day, white lanterns were hung across the manor, so white they broke the heart...
He said, "The long road is arduous, I know not when I can return."
She said, "The long night is dark, I shall surely hold a lamp for you."
In the distance, someone seemed to be traveling by night. Could it be him?
[Since you left, ten winters have passed]
The memories etched so deeply into Ye Wuya's mind refused to fade! Two streams of hot tears fell...
"If only I hadn't gone to seek immortality back then!"
"If only I hadn't left her behind!"
"If only I could have rushed back sooner!"
If only, if only...
"Hahahaha, the Immortal Dao! For this Immortal Dao, I have forsaken far too much!"
"Legend says immortals can resurrect a person, even someone who once existed!"
"I attained immortality solely to resurrect her!"
"Yet does true immortality exist in this world?"
"Does reincarnation truly exist in this world?"
"No one can give me an answer!"
"Since that is the case!"
"I! Shall find the answer with my own eyes!"
"Hahaha!" The youth laughed in a frenzy.
"Who takes my hand, to rein in my half-lifetime of madness?
Who strokes my face, to soothe my half-lifetime of sorrow?
Who casts my heart, to thaw my half-lifetime of frost?
Who abandons me and leaves, leaving me uniquely desolate for a lifetime?
Who understands my intent, to make this life without regret?
Who lends me an arm, to roam peerless for ten thousand years?
Who covers my lips, to guard my past life of drifting?
Who holds me in their embrace, to banish my past life of frivolity?
Who takes my hand, to accompany my obsession for a thousand lives?
Who kisses my eyes, to companion my myriad lifetimes of reincarnation?
Who pities my heart, speaking no parting words, exhausting all thought for me?"
"I have come. Wait for me!"
"Ahhhhhhh!" A boundless roar echoed through the entire cultivation world!
"Purgatory Sword Demon! Final form, dismantle!"
………………
Cultivation World!
At the peak of the mountain range, the wind swirled and the clouds scattered. Pale golden sunlight filtered through the lingering clouds in soft wisps, and the purple sky lowered over the mortal world, as if within arm's reach.
That ancient, dragon-like coiling tree stood quietly between heaven and earth, holding up a massive canopy since primordial times. The wind gently rocked a swing, whispering along with falling leaves, while the old, creaking groans echoed through the vast expanse of time.
Swaying gently and indifferently, a veiled young girl—who was she waiting for?
Pale blue mist curled around her, and beneath her feet lay a sea of reed flowers. White, delicate, fragrant flowers leaned against each other in whispered confidences, their downy plumes unfurling like silk.
As the line of sight extended into the distance, a deep blue, sparkling river wound endlessly into the horizon. The water gushed merrily, merging green waters with the sky. Tall, flourishing trees stood serenely along both banks, their verdant crowns lush and full, effortlessly holding up the soft pink clouds of the horizon.
The young girl's face was concealed by a white veil, and a nine-turn jade-robed white gauze dress enshrouded her delicate physique!
Her eyes stared quietly into the distant sky! As if transcending time, the river of time, darkness, and day!
Gazing toward the horizon where lightning churned,
"Ye Wuya, you bastard, you son of a bitch! Can you really not forget her? Even after ten thousand years have passed, is there room for only her in your heart?"
Two streams of crystal tears slowly fell down the veiled young girl's face, her voice choked: "Ye Wuya, you liar. I hate you, you bastard! What happened to marrying me..."
"Attain immortality? Ha, what a joke! The Immortal Realm? What a joke!"
"Hahahaha!"
The veiled young girl laughed wildly—a laugh that broke the heart, stabbed the soul, and tore through the chest!
With a single step, the veiled young girl vanished and reappeared beneath the heavenly tribulation! Endless nine-colored lightning bolts and flashes churned violently!
Within the immortal tribulation, boundless sword intent ran rampant, sword Qi swept across a hundred thousand miles, and the Purgatory Sword Demon roared! Yelled! Went mad!
"Attain immortality? Heh! Are there truly immortals in this world?" the girl mocked herself.
Watching the figure dancing across heaven and earth amidst the immortal tribulation, the veiled young girl fell into memories!
That year!
Beneath the peach blossom tree, beside the flowing stream, falling peach blossoms drifted with the current, a mix of pale green and deep crimson, their fragrance staining his sleeves. Ten miles of peach groves, ten miles of peach blossoms, brilliant and glorious across mountains and plains.
Peach blossoms bloom, painting the full spring scenery of Jiangnan; peach blossoms redden, reflecting the faces of old friends beyond the brushwood fence; peach blossoms dance, dyeing the white clothes under paper umbrellas; peach blossoms are brewed into wine, getting drunk to the rhythm of swords and songs, weaving through the fleeting years.
"Why does Junior Sister wear a veil all day long?" he asked.
"My mother said whoever looks upon my face must either marry me, or..."
"Or what?" he asked again.
"Kill him!" she replied!
"What, do you wish to see your senior sister?" she asked.
"No, no, no. I already have a wife, and once I emerge from this period of seclusion, I am going home to bring her here," he answered.
A gentle breeze brushed past, carrying the veil from the young girl's face as it drifted aside...
The awakened young girl was already bathed in tears!
"She waited for you for ten thousand years, but what about me?"
"I waited for you for ten thousand years too!"
Click!
The screen went black once more!
Ye Wuya!
What the fuck!
What a fucking piece of shit!
What the actual fuck!
Flashbacks are flashbacks, but what the hell is with another black screen?
Can we not play properly anymore?