After I Died My Dao Companion Drowns in Endless Regret Chapter 122

After the great battle in the Shang Qing Divine Realm ended, the order of the various sects in the six major heavenly domains gradually returned to normal. It was just that many had perished in the war, and the faces of old friends were often not seen. Amidst the ruined mountains and rivers, there was a lingering desolation that could not be dispaved.
When Zhaosu and Zhaoqing returned to Xuan Qing Mountain, the deacon disciple who greeted her had been replaced by another person. In the current sect, there were cultivators from the Gan Yuan lineage, survivors of the path of Severing All Selves, and also many Created Beings with Intelligence—they were like their original true bodies, but they could never become their true bodies.
Originally, the plan on the Gan Yuan lineage’s side was to have a brand new “Xuan Tian Ji” rule over the Created Beings with Intelligence. But it was clear that the plan could not keep up with the changes of the heavenly numbers. In the end, after some discussion, they let the Created Beings return to their respective sects. In addition to being registered, they all had several dharma rituals placed on them to regulate their behavior. It was impossible for the Created Beings to go to a higher realm, and now that it was explicitly forbidden to create any more of them, after a long time, the Created Beings would eventually become history.
Zhaosu sighed with a sense of melancholy and walked straight to the forbidden hall in the mountain. She formed a hand seal, and the scene before her retreated one by one. Finally, a treasure wood with a green branch blooming with a brilliant splendor appeared before her eyes. In that battle, her master had been defeated. Not only her master, but the primordial spirits of many of her fellow sect members were parasitic on the treasure wood, nourished by its woody qi.
Between anchoring their primordial spirits to Created Beings and sending them for reincarnation, Zhaosu chose the latter. She bowed to the treasure wood and said softly, “This disciple has come to guide Master.” As expected, she received no response. Zhaosu sighed silently, took out a dharma seal, and instantly, one after another, brilliant green lights floated up from the treasure wood, revolving around Zhaosu, and finally entered a special jade tablet.
Zhaoqing looked at Zhaosu without a word, seeing a trace of sadness on her face. After thinking for a long while, she finally said, “I will accompany you in the future.”
Zhaosu looked at Zhaoqing gently and answered, “Alright.” But she had to walk upward step by step, and what about Zhaoqing? As a Created Being with Intelligence, she would one day dissipate. How long could she stay by her side? She walked slowly outside. It was already sunset. A cool breeze blew against her face, and the celestial palace was like a fire that could not be extinguished. Gradually, the night also fell silently. The sky was full of stars, like a brilliant picture.
“Everything will be fine,” Zhaosu heard her own voice ringing in her heart.
In the Wu Shi Sect.
The dharma talismans in the forbidden hall flowed with a brilliant light. On the ground, a Soaring Serpent was curled up, as if in a deep sleep.
Because she had been imprisoned here by Si Jun, Teng Luo had not been involved in the great battle of the Shang Qing Divine Realm. But she had still been affected. Like the cultivators of the path of Severing All Selves, her “non-selves” had been whittled away layer by layer. The “supreme one” had already flowed away. The Soaring Serpent on the ground was clearly a creation. The sound of light footsteps awakened the sleeping Soaring Serpent. Its pupils suddenly opened, and a wisp of green ghostly light flashed in its vertical snake pupils. It looked up, and after seeing a familiar figure, it immediately transformed into a human form and rushed towards Si Jun in front, saying cheerfully, “Master, you’re here?”
Si Jun lowered her eyes to gaze at Teng Luo, her expression unreadable. In the created Teng Luo, everything familiar had returned. Before she had converted to the heart-cultivating Dao, there was no rift between them, master and disciple. Teng Luo was a little snake she had picked up from the sea on one of her trips. The young Soaring Serpent was less than a zhang long, lying weakly on a reef, while all around were demon cultivators greedily watching her, wanting to devour her flesh and blood.
“Do you want to eat me too?” the little Soaring Serpent asked, struggling to lift her head, her snake tail patting the reef lightly.
“No.” Si Jun easily drove away the demon cultivators gathered here and effortlessly picked up the little Soaring Serpent. She had no disciples under her yet, and the little snake was of the Soaring Serpent bloodline, with excellent talent.
“Then what do you want?” the little Soaring Serpent asked again, dejectedly.
“To take you as my disciple,” Si Jun replied again.
“What is a disciple?” the little Soaring Serpent asked, not understanding.
Si Jun thought for a moment before saying, “Someone who will always be protected by me.”
The little snake in front of her seemed to understand, yet not fully. Si Jun didn’t pay it much mind and brought her back to the Wu Shi Sect. Although the little snake had exceptional talent, she had never come into contact with Daoist techniques before, relying entirely on the savage growth of her bloodline power. Si Jun patiently taught her bit by bit. The little snake was very shy, and Si Jun let her cling to her, even living together in the same place. This only disciple was all her heart’s blood in the past, so when she converted to the heart-cultivating Dao, she also wanted to take the little snake with her. The little snake was obedient to her every word, but in the end? This trust had become a ruthless knife that tore everything apart.
“Master? What are you thinking about?” the created Teng Luo asked again.
Si Jun pulled herself from her memories and said coolly, “I was thinking about my little snake.” She lowered her eyes to look at the Teng Luo in front of her, who was identical to the one in her memory, but no matter what, she was not her obedient disciple anymore. “Come here,” Si Jun beckoned to Teng Luo.
Teng Luo obediently walked to Si Jun’s side, a look of longing in her eyes. She really wanted a hug, but the master at this moment felt very different from the past.
Si Jun sighed softly. She raised her hand and pressed it on Teng Luo’s head, saying indifferently, “Everything must come to an end.” Spiritual power poured out from her palm, like a torrent, rushing into Teng Luo’s body. Teng Luo looked up in astonishment, confusion and sadness accumulating in her eyes, but she did not resist at all. Si Jun looked at her, and it was as if a sharp thorn had been stabbed into her heart. She couldn’t help but think of a certain day in the past. Teng Luo, in a black dress, sat on a rock, her legs kicking up a spray of pearls. She turned her head and said, “Master, you must protect me.”
But things had changed, and people were no longer the same. Friends and relatives were cut off, and master and disciple had turned against each other. On the path forward, there were too many things that had to be let go.
“My dear disciple, let’s just pretend you never came to this world.”
The created Teng Luo managed a smile. Her body, like shattered glass, developed one crack after another, and finally, with a crisp sound, it disintegrated into jade dust and starlight. Si Jun stayed in the forbidden hall for a long time before she walked out. She looked up and saw Yun Huai’s figure. In her hand, she was carrying a jug of wine from who knows where.
“Have a drink,” Yun Huai said, throwing the wine jug to Si Jun, a smile on her face.
They had finally gotten what they wished for, yet their hearts were still filled with a great emptiness. In this long time, whether actively or passively, they had been constantly losing. But for the sake of seeing the “Dao,” they had no regrets.
Fu Li Immortal Realm.
The morning sun was just rising.
The mountains were enshrouded in a white mist. Walking in it was like falling into a soft cloud of snow.
Xie Zhichao rushed out from a small path in the forest, holding several still-leaping golden-scaled fish in her arms, and quickly charged forward. In an instant, she had arrived outside the main hall, grinning at Ran Xiuyun. “This one doesn’t count on my tab.” The Spring and Autumn Saber was unsheathed, scaling the fish with ease.
Ran Xiuyun glared at her and said, “The fish in the pond are almost all gone because of you. Go find some fish fry another day.”
Xie Zhichao nodded like a pecking hen. “Definitely, definitely.”
Shi Wufang watched her junior sisters bickering, a faint smile on her lips.
“Eldest Senior Sister, Eldest Senior Sister, we have guests.” A sword light streaked across the sky, leaving a phantom behind. A cry of alarm arrived at the square first. The person who jumped off the sword was Ying Yue. Following behind her were Yu Changfeng, Chi Fengchao, Jiang Jiuxiao, and others. After entering the Fu Li Immortal Realm, they had each hidden in a different place, quietly spreading the Daoist techniques and concepts. Now, they had finally waited for victory. Led by Ying Yue, they all took their seats one by one.
The mellow aroma of wine spread in the wind, and lively birds chirped in the treetops.
The wine cups were filled. Everyone, as if by agreement, poured the first cup onto the ground, a tribute to the old friends who had passed away while defending the Fu Li Immortal Realm. The atmosphere was a bit heavy and sad, but no matter what one thought, time would not stop. The dead were gone, and the living had to look forward.
“Senior Sister Bo and the others still haven’t come,” Xie Zhichao sighed softly. Although she already knew the old story, it was hard to change her form of address and habits in a short time. After a pause, she added, “Forget it. It’s enough to know they are living well somewhere.” Everyone was laughing and talking, bringing up the future development of the Fu Li Immortal Realm. Their words were filled with a vigorous hope. Suddenly, a black streak of light flew across the sky, dragging a long ink mark. Everyone looked up and saw that it was the Black Tai Sui. A wine gourd was hanging around her neck. With a gentle shake, she dropped the gourd into Xie Zhichao’s arms.
“This is from her for you.” After leaving these words, the Black Tai Sui plunged headfirst into the delicacies on the table, happily ignoring everyone’s stares.
Xie Zhichao took the wine gourd.
She remembered the oath she had made when she entered the Shang Qing Divine Realm.
If the Fu Li Immortal Realm was not liberated for a single day, she would not drink wine for a single day.
She had not had a craving for wine for a very long time.
“How wonderful,” Xie Zhichao blinked, full of emotion. She solemnly tied the wine gourd to her waist. She was once again the same Xie Zhichao who had wanted to be the number one saber master in the immortal realm.
Deep in the clouds.
Wei Yunshu and Luo Lingfeng sat opposite each other, playing chess.
They gazed at their old friends from afar, but did not go to join them.
The hundred years in the Fu Li Immortal Realm was just a moment in the span of ten thousand years.
A white Daoist robe with flowing cloud patterns fluttered gently in the breeze. With a soft click, a black stone was placed in the chess box. Wei Yunshu looked up at Luo Lingfeng, a hint of confusion in her eyes. Luo Lingfeng let out a soft laugh, and with a wave of her hand behind her, she wiped away the chessboard in front of them. She looked straight at Wei Yunshu and said slowly, “It seems you’ve never given me anything?”
Wei Yunshu frowned. “That can’t be right.”
Luo Lingfeng snorted. “Something you gave me on your own initiative.”
Wei Yunshu thought for a moment and asked, “Do artifacts not count?”
Luo Lingfeng shot her a glare and said with a cold laugh, “Are you referring to the Plain Dust Veil that you destroyed?”
Wei Yunshu was at a loss for words.
As if that wasn’t enough, Luo Lingfeng added, “Besides that, there was also a sword mark. That lasted for a very, very long time.”
Wei Yunshu’s eyelashes drooped, her eyes gradually filling with sadness. She leaned towards Luo Lingfeng, raised her hand, and gently tapped her chest, asking, “Did it hurt?”
Luo Lingfeng pressed her hand and retorted, “Did it hurt when you fell into the Abyssal Vortex back then?”
Wei Yunshu shook her head.
Two hundred years had been woven into a fine net that had once trapped them in a bottomless abyss, but they had to get out of it eventually.
Luo Lingfeng’s gaze softened a little. She released Wei Yunshu, raised her hand and caressed her cheek, her fingertips gradually sliding down to the corner of her lips, gently rubbing. She leaned close to Wei Yunshu’s ear and whispered, “The Heavenly Imprisonment Lock is still on you.”
Wei Yunshu answered, “Yes.” She could barely feel the existence of the Heavenly Imprisonment Lock now, so she had naturally put it out of her mind.
“Do you know what I was thinking when I placed the Heavenly Imprisonment Lock on you back then?” Luo Lingfeng revealed a very strange smile. Her eyes were deep and profound, like a bottomless dark pool.
Wei Yunshu reached out and wrapped her arms around Luo Lingfeng. “To lock my divine soul and Dao body?”
Luo Lingfeng leaned against Wei Yunshu, her fingertips brushing against Wei Yunshu’s earlobe. She smiled. “That’s one thing.”
Wei Yunshu’s body trembled, her voice becoming a little hoarse. “And the second?”
“You should know that with the Heavenly Imprisonment Lock on you, if I wanted, you wouldn’t be able to go anywhere.” Luo Lingfeng looked at Wei Yunshu and smiled. “I wanted to trap you in my bedchamber back then. No, I wanted to trap you in my bed.”
“But I still gave up. I lost my way on the Dao, and in the end, I couldn’t bear to obstruct your pursuit of the Dao.” She raised her hand and pushed Wei Yunshu onto the clouds. Luo Lingfeng looked down at her from above, the smile on her face growing wider. “Tell me, how should you compensate me?”
Wei Yunshu said softly, “Whatever you want, it’s all up to you.”
The heavenly wind blew their clothes, and the rolling clouds hid their graceful figures.
The desires of three lifetimes were finally fulfilled.
The upcoming extra chapters will be an ‘if’ storyline, if Luo Lingfeng had not lost the heart of a saint.