I Only Marry Widows-Chapter 357 - 61: Marry Me, Will You?

Suddenly, a red rope sprang from Qi Zhiyuan’s body, emitting a faint red glow. It danced nimbly around him, and after just a few breaths, it wove into a bright red wedding robe.

He wore the wedding robe, his hair white as snow. The faint red light swayed with the robe, trailing on the ground like a long red carpet.

"My fellow disciple never had a decent wedding ceremony in this lifetime, even though she bore children."

"I, Qi Zhiyuan, have loved her all my life, and have been there for her all my life."

"When I was young, I could only watch helplessly as she married Zhang Zhijing, holding back my feelings, not daring to even say a word."

"And now, in my old age, I still have to watch her be abandoned, myself becoming a laughingstock, freely humiliated by a young man."

Qi Zhiyuan walked on the carpet woven from red light, stretching endlessly, undispersed for miles.

As he walked, he spoke, his voice low yet clear, so everyone could hear.

"I, Qi Zhiyuan, played deaf and dumb all my life, not daring to expose my feelings, even before the woman I loved."

"I’m tired, and I don’t want to continue like this anymore."

"Today, I want to tell everyone."

"I, Qi Zhiyuan, love Chu Zhihe, and I have loved her all my life."

"Now she is no longer a Tao Companion of Zhang Zhijing. I will marry her, openly and with honor, let her be my wife, live and die together, that’s all."

Qi Zhiyuan’s voice echoed between heaven and earth, his path seemed to shrink the ground into inches, and with a step, he crossed several miles.

The voice still resonated in the heaven and earth, yet he had already reached the mountain gate.

"Qi Zhiyuan, you must think it through." Yi Mingshu’s voice suddenly sounded in the sky, "Today, crossing this gate means betraying the Sect, leaving you only a path of death."

"Hahaha, if I die, so be it, what do I fear?!" Qi Zhiyuan laughed heartily, his gray-white hair flying wildly, the wedding robe on his body flapping loudly. With a flick of his sleeve, without hesitation, he stepped across.

Rumble!

Suddenly, thunder echoed between heaven and earth, lightning burst forth. The once clear blue sky was covered by an oppressive mass of dark clouds, shrouding the sky completely.

Crack! Crack!

Lightning spread across the sky, emitting a chilling glow.

At some point, Yi Mingshu appeared above Qi Zhiyuan, sitting cross-legged among the endless thunder and lightning, a cold look on his face, speaking in a cold and solemn tone, "It seems I, as Sect Leader, have not acted for too long, and no one takes me seriously anymore."

"Qi Zhiyuan, you defy my decree, step out of the mountain gate without permission, and betray the Sect; your crime is unpardonable."

"Today, I shall execute you myself, setting an example for others."

As soon as the words fell, the sky was filled with angry rolling clouds, and endless thunder and lightning gathered, forming a vast sea; soon followed by a shocking scene.

That sea of thunder coalesced into a painting, depicting mountains, rivers, and lakes, even with the gentle breeze and bright moon, all vividly realistic.

If one had not seen this painting was forged of thunder, anyone would take it as a masterly crafted artwork, not imagining it harbored world-destroying power.

"Go!"

Yi Mingshu gave a light command, and the painting swept down upon Qi Zhiyuan like a true landscape.

The painting appeared lightweight, yet like an overwhelming world of earth and mountains, gentle breeze and bright moon, there seemed a whole real world within it.

The moment it descended, all fell silent, heaven and earth seemed momentarily frozen, even time itself seemed suppressed.

No one could imagine what unfathomably terrifying power lay within that painting, for heaven and earth, all things went speechless, every gaze drawn onto that painting.

Only one person remained, struggling along the path within a world seemingly frozen in time.

That was Qi Zhiyuan!

The red carpet woven beneath his feet seemed even more vivid, as if drenched in fresh blood, his wedding robe flapping forcefully, wrinkles on his face disappearing at a visible speed.

His appearance rapidly changed, like returning to his youthful look of seventeen or eighteen in just a few breaths.

Except for... that head of white hair!

"Stop." Seeing that the painting was about to fall upon Qi Zhiyuan, Han Zhishen and Zhao Zhijing could no longer stay seated. Exchanging a glance, they acted almost without hesitation, simultaneously.

A bright moon slowly rose behind them, and above the Nine Heavens, the light of the moon descended, like a clear waterfall engulfing their bodies.

They practiced the most orthodox path of Bright Moon Temple, not like Qi Zhiyuan who developed his unique Magic, nor like Zhang Zhijing who evolved new methods, turning moonlight to illuminate great rivers.

Two bright moons rose slowly, radiating brilliant light, with every ray of moonlight containing billions of runes, elucidating the Path of Heaven and Earth.

The two moons shone brightly, their powers intertwined, forming a silver glow like a lake, lifting that painting.

Crack!

Like the sound of fabric tearing in the air, the silver lake exploded directly, endless moonlight scattering midair, rippling outward in all directions.