All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 668 - Three Hundred and Seventy-Four: The End, or Perhaps a New Beginning._2

She stood up, gazing at the beautiful sunset, holding the man in her arms as she approached the equally breathless woman before her. One was the only man she had ever loved; the other, her only disciple. She placed the two of them together.

A stream of Supreme Yang Qi slowly emerged, blending into the Supreme Yin, cycling repeatedly.

Mahayana should be without tears...

Master lied to me.

A fierce gale swept past Yao Yan's ear. Under the influence of Spiritual Energy, a raging fire ignited all around, its heat almost turning everything deep red. Her tears had not yet fallen before they sublimated.

At that moment, she suddenly came to a realization. She began to laugh to herself, pursing her lips as she faced the South Emperor. The ring in the palm of her hand shone brightly.

Mahayana has no tears, only the lingering traces.

Everything is over now, yet it seems to be just the beginning.

...

「Southern Border.」

A woman dressed in black walked through the swampy forest. Her face was veiled, with only a few strands of hair outlining her features. Venomous creatures abounded here, the scorched earth was devastated, and gusts of wind whipped up dust and sand.

Her steps were unsteady, like those of an old crone. Finally, appearing weary, she found a relatively clean rock and gently sat down. Removing her veil, her long hair cascaded down, her stunning visage striking against the barren, scorched earth.

She took a deep breath and looked at the puddle of mud at her feet. In the puddle, the reflection of a shooting star crossed the sky.

She murmured softly,

Have a good dream.

This is your Heart Demon Tribulation.

...

「Dongfeng Ancient Country, Luodu.」

Snow State was already graced by an uninvited, charming light snowfall. The snowflakes were delicate and timid, like a young girl—a far cry from the majestic, powerful blizzards of goose-feather snow.

A spirited middle-aged man gazed with indifferent eyes at the fluttering snowflakes in the sky, looking toward the distant capital that held all his lifelong desires. His surname was Ji, his courtesy name Beiwang.

This year's snow had come earlier than last, making the late autumn bone-chillingly cold.

Behind him, an old man was engrossed in an ancient book. He flipped through its pages as if he had read it countless times, yet he continued to read with relish, thoroughly enjoying himself. This book detailed many royal secrets of the Dongfeng Ancient Country.

And now, perhaps another striking entry would be added to this book: the shocking secret that the Eastern Emperor was a woman, a fact hidden from the world for nearly six hundred years.

Ji Beiwang turned around to look at the old man and said, "What does the King of Town Northern City say?"

The old man closed the book in his hands and replied, "Your Highness, the King of Town Northern City stated he will not interfere with whatever you plan to do in Luodu. However, he has one condition: his Town Northern City must not be involved, and he insists on ensuring Queen Lin's personal safety."

Ji Beiwang frowned and asked, "What does he mean by that? Has he colluded with the dragons and phoenixes of the Northern Sea?"

The old man bowed his head, saying nothing.

"Doesn't he know this is a time of unrest in the Eastern Country?"

"After the battle of South City, the flames of war will surely spread to Luodu. What exactly is he thinking?"

"With what will the Eastern Country defend its imperial lineage?"

...

The old man hesitated before raising his head. "The King of Town Northern City said something. This old servant is unsure if I should relay it."

Ji Beiwang extended his palm, gently laying it on the cover of the book he held, and said calmly, "Speak."

"He said it doesn't matter. When the time comes, he will take action."

...

The ravaged South City was on the brink of collapse. In the flux of light and shadow, everything seemed to have changed, yet somehow, it also felt as if nothing had changed at all.

In this battle, no one knew the final outcome, but there was one fact that the South Emperor and the Saintess jointly announced to the public: The Heavenly Dao Stone that had caused this catastrophe was sealed for three hundred years.

After this battle, the number of cultivators in the Twenty-One Provinces had decreased by more than half. Barely one in ten sects survived; those that remained merely clung to life.

The battle of South City was historically known as the Blood Calamity. During this battle, countless Refining Void and Dao Integration cultivators perished, and even Tribulation-Crossing Stage experts fell. Among the fallen cultivators were the Eastern Emperor Ji Nanjue, who was a woman, and Sword Sect's Elder Su!

Single-handedly with his sword, he intercepted hundreds of thousands of cultivators from South City. He slew two Tribulation-Crossing Stage experts and, not hesitating to sacrifice his life and Dao, invoked the Heavenly Tribulation to obstruct the South Emperor, his blood dyeing the lands for thousands of miles.

What is this fleeting life? A sigh for years all too brief.

That day, beneath the walls of South Capital City, cultivators gathered in the tens of thousands.

An Immortal's tears, a drunken farewell, a wordless gaze, only a thousand lines of tears.

Countless people lamented that Heaven was jealous of such talents, for these prodigies to die in the Blood Calamity. How tragic!!

Saintess Yao Yan personally erected a massive stone monument for him in the Sacred Land, on which an epitaph was engraved:

"Su Bei, courtesy name Nan Gui."

When shall we meet again? This sorrow stretches on, like the river flowing ever eastward.

The bodies of Su Bei and Ji Nanjue were both interred by Sword Sect's Master, Shangguan Wendao, within the Sword Tomb. A large statue was also erected before the Sword Tomb in their honor. The four swords from Su Bei's Sword Box were thus embedded before the Han Baiyu Mountain Gate of the Sword Sect.

Time flew. Seas dried up and mountains turned to fields; the stars themselves shifted in their courses.

Two hundred years passed, and the entire Twenty-One Provinces underwent earth-shattering transformations. Due to the brief emergence of the Heavenly Dao Stone, although it was resealed deep within Inverted Heaven, the Heavenly Dao itself had become immeasurably more complete than it was two hundred years prior.

Some claimed that after the Blood Calamity, cultivators ushered in a true springtime for cultivation! This was an era most suitable for cultivation. Countless prodigies shone brightly, and numerous talents across the Twenty-One Provinces fearlessly displayed their splendor.

Because the Heavenly Dao Stone was sealed, countless divine statues imbued with Dao resonance appeared overnight between Heaven and Earth. The Hidden Heavenly Palace, deep within Inverted Heaven, emerged before the eyes of the world for the first time. Its six great divine statues were scattered throughout the Twenty-One Provinces.

Due to differing stances, the cultivators of the Twenty-One Provinces gradually evolved into two groups with different cultivation ideologies. One faction supported the South Emperor, striving for the most complete Heavenly Dao to forge a path to Ascension. These cultivators were called the Heaven-Protecting Faction, also known as Heavenly Cultivators. The other faction supported the Saintess. Diametrically opposed to the Heaven-Protecting Faction, they focused on the Dao of Humanity and were also known as Human Cultivators.

Among the Heavenly Cultivators, over the past two hundred years, a new generation of exceptionally powerful cultivators emerged, led by individuals such as Mo Fan. They were all fervent followers of the South Emperor. Similarly, among the Human Cultivators, a group of formidable new-generation cultivators also arose. Among them, the four Direct Disciples of the late Elder Su particularly distinguished themselves in various fields, earning them the playful moniker, the Four Saints of Human Cultivation.

Due to the relatively equal strength of these two factions, they mutually constrained each other, leading to a curious state of balance over these two hundred years. Furthermore, the competition between these two distinct factions caused the cultivation atmosphere throughout the Twenty-One Provinces to seemingly revert to that of a thousand years prior.

...

「Sword Sect, Sword Tomb.」

It was an endless darkness.

A man lay quietly in the coffin.

After Yao Yan discovered their miraculous state in South City, she concealed the truth from the world and had them both interred in the Sword Tomb. Although the chances of their awakening were exceedingly slim, there was, at least, a sliver of hope.

After a long, long time.

One by one, tears slowly traced paths down the corners of the man's eyes. A gentle smile touched the corners of his lips, as if he were witnessing a scene of breathtaking beauty. The constant intermingling of Supreme Yang and Supreme Yin generated this miraculous aura, preserving their bodies from decay.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP—

It was a strong heart, a vibrant, fervent heart, and it began to beat within the man's chest. Similarly, the woman's breathing grew increasingly even, as if she might awaken from her dream at any moment.

What a beautiful Heart Demon Tribulation...

The man suddenly opened his eyes and murmured to himself. Reflected in his pupils were the myriad stars of the heavens. That heart, once shattered into dust, had now reformed.

Where is this?

PS: End of the Blood Calamity Arc.