My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 707 - 457: I Can Overlook Everything (Combined)_3
Now there is a heaven, but where is the earth?
Chen Yi wanted to gaze up at the sky, yet his feet landed on nothingness. For a long time, he had always felt that he, this Outer Heaven Demon, was ultimately still an Outer Heaven Demon, floating above this world without foundation, a fleeting guest amidst the dream-like bustle of life.
With questioning eyes, Chen Yi turned his head to look. He saw the Tushan Clan pointing in a direction, and he followed their gaze. Suddenly, the Heavenly Eye opened wide, and his vision pierced through thousands of miles, heading south, south again.
His gaze became a sprinting ball of light, rolling and tumbling along. He saw a group of matrons gather impatiently outside a house, whispering among themselves in hushed tones. Then he saw heaps of red steamed buns piled high like little hills slowly cooling, candles flickering, melting and eventually hardening into motionless wax flowers. He wanted to see the scenes inside the house, but before he could push the door open, a piercing cry disrupted the silence...
It was as if the cry echoed in his heart.
His daughter had been born.
Chen Yi was unknowingly overwhelmed with tears, and his feet no longer felt like they were suspended. At this moment, he finally had a foundation in this world.
From beside him, a gentle voice spoke: "Yi'er, if a person can become their own heaven and earth, what need is there to seek methods outside, to search far and wide endlessly?"
Suddenly, enlightenment bloomed within Chen Yi's heart. He had once been caught up in questions of chivalry, once trapped in the confines of the Capital City, but these struggles didn't matter anymore. He was, in his essence, a person of small, familial ambitions. Regardless of how much time had passed, what he had always longed for was simply a home.
"That's it... that's precisely it..."
Chen Yi murmured to himself, centering himself. His own heaven and earth suddenly expanded outward, stretching further and farther than even the distant horizon. He vacillated uncertainly for a moment before his feet touched firm ground again. The world grew ever wider, and he gazed into the distance, separated by countless miles as the winds swept by and rushed to greet him.
"Where do I want to go?"
The wind came from the west and went toward the east, and he listened quietly.
Chen Yi murmured softly: "Where my heart takes me, that's where I shall go."
Refining the spirit and returning it to emptiness,
My heart is my heaven and earth.
...…
On the mountain summit.
The wind hissed fiercely, and amidst the strange phenomena of heaven and earth, the wild reeds swayed arrogantly across the ground. Then, suddenly, all was still—the gusting storm gradually fell silent, and the thousands of reeds descended into a deathly quiet.
Then, one after another, they straightened rigidly.
A dense and spectacular sight unfolded.
The reeds trembled and snapped, white chaff flying through the air as Wu Buxu suddenly opened his eyes. His murky, aged gaze erupted with a sharp brilliance.
He turned, taking a single step forward, and a towering aura resembling a mountain thrust outward, causing the thousands of reeds to bow and fall. Amid the fractures and chaos, an ancient, cold long sword burst from the earth behind him, flying forward into his grasp. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Wu Buxu looked out into the distance, taking another step.
A thunderous bolt tore through the heavens and charged toward the horizon.
...…
In the heavens above, the sky grew dark and the earth dimmed. Immortals watched in horror as the Taowu slaughtered two True Monarchs, their spirits on the brink of collapse, their courage shattered. These two True Monarchs were of great renown—one was the seventh-generation ancestor of the Dragon Gate Sect, and the other was Chongyang Temple's founding Sect Leader. Both esteemed immortals bore the honored title of "True Monarch," yet their deaths had come so easily. How could they possibly resist now? The Magic Platform crumbled in an instant, and the immortals stood frozen like wooden dummies, even forgetting to flee. Yet the Taowu, frozen within its chasm, remained still.
Three breaths later, the immortals snapped back to reality, scattered like streaks of flowing light, fleeing in panic. Once they had retreated a hundred zhang away, they still saw the Taowu unmoving, and only then did they each stop in their tracks.
A long while passed, and one immortal finally seemed to understand, shouting hoarsely in despair:
"The two great True Monarchs sacrificed their lives to slay the Heavenly Demon!"
The Taowu, poised to return to the world and wreak havoc, had suddenly perished at the precise moment the two True Monarchs met their end. The answer was plain to see. As the words spread, realization swept through the immortals like wildfire, tragic cries and lamentations echoing across heaven and earth.
The dazzling light of the treasured artifacts dimmed at once. Yet, over there, Sword Qi still rampaged wildly. Jinggu True Monarch seemed possessed, battling the Taowu with utter madness. Though chaos had erupted earlier, it lasted but an instant. Now plunged back into the fray, sword techniques and Sword Gang clashed furiously, sparks flying, the fight all but deranged.
Zhu Yu, while fending off the surge of formidable Sword Qi, cast a glance at Chen Yi, who lingered in the distance. A peculiar aura emanated from him—indescribable, exceptional. She evaded the sharply intrusive Sword Qi, then fixed her gaze upon him, her brows furrowing deeply.
...Self-made heaven and earth?
Zhu Yu's pupils contracted slightly.
Yet, in that very moment of astonishment, Jinggu True Monarch's sword strikes grew fiercer. With a resounding clash, he broke through Zhu Yu's defenses, his sword streaking a brilliant arc toward the red-garbed woman's heart.
Whoosh!
A jet of blood shot skyward—it was molten gold in color. Jinggu True Monarch watched in shock as his body fell downward, his sword still bent on killing, yet his head and torso were no longer one.
The world spun wildly as Jinggu True Monarch's wide-open eyes reflected the figure of a white-haired elder from behind him.
Wu Buxu stood amidst heaven and earth, his white hair swirling chaotically without looking back. His sheer presence carried the weight of towering peaks and insurmountable mountains.
He stared fixedly at the man before him.
The man had already turned, holding his sword and glancing back.
The wild winds across the land abruptly stopped, and the space between them felt as though an invisible, blade-sharp wall had risen—a barrier solitary and unwavering.
The white-haired elder's voice rasped: "Are you mere weeds in a grave, or a mountain towering high?"
"Weeds or mountains," replied Chen Yi, who had surpassed the Third Rank and achieved the pinnacle of martial intent, smiling slowly, "they all bow to my will."
