usatvline Chapter 601 Extra (5): Zhu Wuyao's Perspective on the Ending
Chapter 601 Extra (5): Zhu Wuyao's Perspective on the Ending
Chapter 601 Side Story (5): Zhu Wuyao's Perspective on the Ending
The day of the Battle of Licheng.
Zhu Wuyao stood in front of Fu Shan.
Holding the bladeless sword in his hand, he slowly lowered it to his side. As the blade sliced through the void, the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage spread out.
Fu Shan showed no fear; she sneered:
"Those who break free from the shackles of fate can become gods, but how can you be considered to have escaped fate by coming here?"
"I don't want to run away anymore."
Zhu Wuyao said this,
When news from Licheng arrived, she already had a premonition; she thought of the divination she had once performed for herself—
"invite"
Li Cheng was waiting for her.
Upon arriving in Licheng, she found a copper coin waiting for her.
The story is already set in stone. If she doesn't come, she will miss the promised destiny. As a wandering soul from another world, she was stitched together, hidden, and allowed to exist in the world by the spirit pen. When it's time to return to the heavens, without the promised destiny, her soul will be scattered due to the loss of its fixed point, and she will still be unable to escape the word "death".
Zhu Wuyao couldn't escape the divination he had cast for himself.
When she risked her life to save Ye Xiaozhou from a near-death situation and obtained the copper coin, she achieved perfect enlightenment.
When the bubble of wishful thinking bursts and a fierce hurricane blows head-on, the brave are fearless in the face of life and death.
She turned to look at Li Cheng, and then said:
"As you have said, do not burden the people, but follow me."
No one knows how much sincerity and how much pretense Fu Shan meant by "Don't burden the people." She glanced at the dying woman in the red dress being protected by the crowd, and then followed closely behind Zhu Wuyao as they left.
The formation followed the people.
The storm in Licheng has subsided, leaving only the autumnal atmosphere throughout the city.
Ten thousand mountains blocked Zhu Wuyao's path, and behind him came Fu Shan's voice—
"This place can be your burial ground."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhu Wuyao was already inside the great formation. She stopped her escape technique, stepped onto the ground, and turned around. She gathered her sword intent and slashed down at the person who was chasing her closely behind.
The voice of the spirit pen rang in my consciousness:
"All my illusory forms have been exhausted, leaving only you."
With all her illusory forms destroyed, she could no longer make mistakes; each sword strike was a matter of life or death.
An aura of annihilation coalesced on her sword, slashing towards the storm before her. Her Falling Leaf Sword technique had long since reached its peak, perfected when she slew Shen An. This level of mastery was called—
Heavy snow.
It is the heavy snow that buries everything.
The dust and ashes mixed in with the storm silenced all the turbulent spiritual energy, and all the noise of the world vanished.
When the two clashed in the past, the silence was overshadowed by a more tumultuous storm.
Now, Zhu Wuyao, at the Nascent Soul stage, once again unleashed this sword strike, cleaving through the ceaseless storm with endless silence and stillness.
With the road ahead cleared, Zhu Wuyao didn't hesitate for a moment and stepped forward.
Suspended high in the air, Fu Shan remained steady and composed. The sand table in his hand shimmered with spiritual light, encompassing bloodlines, mountains and rivers, and the entire South within its confines.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was mobilized.
The moment the storm subsided within the great formation, the wind blew through the valley, and the rivers surged with towering waves. The immense power of the rivers and mountains pressed down on the great formation, crushing the shoulders of the person within it.
Hustle.
Zhu Wuyao heard an endless cacophony.
The voices of thousands of people from the South—those she had saved, those she had met, those she had passed by, and those she had never encountered—were gradually eroding her consciousness.
The Copper Furnace Array, which can harness the power of all living beings in heaven and earth, stopped one person.
Noise surrounds me, but my heart is utterly at peace.
Although Huan Shi's body has perished, Qi Suowei's sword is stationed in the south, protecting tens of thousands of people, and this great formation cannot be fully activated.
A biting wind howled past her face, making Zhu Wuyao's expression even colder and more silent. She took another step forward, and the green mountain pattern on the Danqing Juechao painting flickered erratically.
Just one step, yet it felt as difficult as climbing a green mountain.
At this very moment, the oppressive aura of a certain mountain within the great formation seemed to dissipate with a roar.
I wish you well without being invited.
The South is a South marked by her footprints. First she searched for Ji Yuezhang, then for the object of her destiny, traveling day and night.
A seal was quietly laid down – a symbol of destiny.
If the green mountains have spirits, would they recognize the old friends?
If the rivers and lakes have feelings, will they recognize old friends?
A thousand years ago, Tongzhou belonged to the territory of Juque. Just as there, Juque cultivators once seized mountains and rivers for their own use to intercept and kill Zhu Wuyao.
Despite not being invited, Zhu made a pilgrimage to the mountain to restore its spirit, simply because "mountains have spirits, and one should not deceive them."
The former masters of the mountains and rivers, separated for a thousand years.
New acquaintances among travelers to mountains and rivers in recent years.
The South is not the South of those who bind mountains, but the South of those who worship mountains. Zhu Wuyao has already traveled all over the mountains and rivers of the South and seen the people of the South.
Amidst the clamor, through the long years, in the daily grind, find stillness—
They were all old acquaintances.
Zhu Wuyao took a deep breath, the biting cold wind filling his chest.
She recalled the mountain road stretching for thousands of miles, and the river she had encountered along the way. The undulating patterns of the river surfaced in her mind. Almost instinctively, as the hurricane struck, Zhu Wuyao took a slight step back and then stepped to the right.
The wind in the valley brushed past her.
Zhu Wuyao is unfamiliar with formations.
She simply measured the southern landscape with her own two feet.
Fearing she might miss her chance, she traveled for a long time in the south, and thus today, she has come to know the landscape of this place.
No step is wasted.
When he drank spring water in the mountains and leaped onto cliffs in the past, Zhu Wuyao never imagined that he would be here today, with the green mountains and old friends paying homage to each other.
She seemed to have embarked on the mountain path again, becoming a solitary traveler in the mountains.
Zhu Wuyao gently closed his eyes, his ears discerning the sound of the wind, recognizing the mountains and rivers, and seeing all living beings.
Thus, Fu Shan witnessed how someone who knew nothing about formations broke the formation.
It wasn't a sudden flash of brilliance from a gifted individual, nor the exuberant spirit of a brilliant mind; it wasn't simply the luck of a person favored by heaven, but rather because—
She knows.
Thus, small steps lead to great distances.
Not only did he recognize the landscape within the formation, but Zhu Wuyao also recognized the bloodline within it.
Using the act of making a move as a starting point, Zhu Wuyao, who was at the Nascent Soul stage, used his skills to analyze the subtle details and depict the appearance of mountains, rivers, and all living beings.
Those who worship mountains and rivers will find them all to be smooth roads; those who see all living beings will find them to make way for them.
It took Zhu Wuyao decades to emerge from the Copper Furnace Formation of the Common People.
The oppressive aura was identified and neutralized one by one; the mountains and rivers were already beneath her feet. The clamor of annihilating divine consciousness became orderly and audible. Zhu Wuyao seemed to hear a child picking winter dates asking—
"Sister, what is a penny?"
It was the copper coin that quietly awaited her at the end, when she had spent half her life traveling across rivers and lakes and attained the Great Dao; it was the price offered by the people she protected and the friends she made... a price that was enough for her to die for.
Fu Shan heard Zhu Wuyao say:
"Fearless of the common people, and disrespectful of mountains and rivers."
"This divination... the arrogant will perish!"
The sword intent, filled with the aura of annihilation, slashed out from the great formation, embodying the sorrow of strangers, yet attempting—
To open a path to life for all living beings.