After I Died My Dao Companion Drowns in Endless Regret Chapter 31

When the Daoist saw the treasure pearl, as large as a fist, fly out, his eyes suddenly narrowed. However, upon contact with the magical artifact’s aura, he realized that although this item was a True Artifact, it had no offensive or defensive capabilities. It was purely used to suppress spiritual energy surges. He also did not wish to see the spiritual energy within the spiritual vein erupt, so he did not intend to attack the True Artifact. He gazed at Luo Lingfeng, who was coming towards him on the long river, and did not panic because the information he had received was incorrect. He urged the dazzling silver light in front of him, as if ten thousand sword tips were unsheathed simultaneously, heading towards the roaring water current. He cultivated the “Twelve Sensory Divine Shuttle,” which would surge upon encountering spiritual energy, transforming from one to two and then to many, until it reached thousands upon thousands. In the spiritual vein, the spiritual energy at his disposal was endless. Therefore, his method could display its greatest power, and he was not afraid of being dispersed by anything.
Luo Lingfeng pointed forward, and the Abyssal Heavy Water ruthlessly struck the Daoist. She gave the Daoist a disdainful smile and brought out a treasure map several feet long. This was also a True Artifact, called the “Universal True Form Map,” painted by the ancestor of Cloud City after traversing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. At first, this was just a map, not valued by the Cloud City cultivators. After all, compared to traveling across the four seas to see scenery, they were more interested in increasing their combat abilities. Thus, this map remained covered in dust in the treasure pavilion until Wei Yunshu refined it again. The sun, moon, and stars, mountains and rivers, flowers, birds, insects, and fish were all lifelike. However, when Luo Lingfeng obtained this item, she discovered another wondrous use: it could absorb spiritual energy and earth energy, nourishing the mountains and rivers on the map. If this magic artifact could grow into a Dao Artifact, it would undoubtedly be a small world.
Luo Lingfeng had no intention of engaging in a protracted battle with the Daoist. She unfolded the “Universal True Form Map,” and it spread out in the sky, quickly extending for a hundred zhang, forming a miraculous map that covered the sky. Below the map, countless white clouds surged, and the spiritual energy from the spiritual vein also rushed into it, appearing vast and magnificent. This caused the Daoist’s Twelve Sensory Divine Shuttle to pause. After the Abyssal Heavy Water struck, their spiritual light shattered. The inky water droplets flowed through the misty clouds, bringing with them a series of lightning and electric flashes with crackling sounds, appearing terrifying.
“We just fought with Zhou Yuxiao and are injured. Should we go help True Monarch Luo?” Xie Zhichao turned to look at Wei Yunshu.
Wei Yunshu nodded and said gently, “It’s only right.” However, despite saying this, she did not directly fly towards the swirling vital energy in the formation. Instead, she shifted her escape light and struck towards the “mountain peaks,” which were smooth and bright as mirrors. She had used her divine abilities in front of others earlier, so now she no longer avoided it. She only wanted to destroy this strange formation as quickly as possible.
The power of the One Qi Nine Dominance Heavenly Thunder was immensely grand. Amidst the purple lightning, in a few breaths, it wove a vast electrical net that covered the sky. A lightning bolt, carrying a majestic and terrifying momentum, fell like a waterfall, instantly illuminating the sky of the spiritual vein world with purple light. The overbearing and fierce thunder struck down, like dancing dragons and snakes, spanning the sky. With deafening explosions, the mountains began to shake.
The Daoist who was entangled with Luo Lingfeng naturally sensed the commotion on that side. Looking at the scene where wind and clouds converged and lightning and thunder intertwined, his brows suddenly furrowed. This place was within the spiritual vein, separated from the Earth Abyss by a layer, and with the Tide-Calming Bead present, even the greatest commotion would not be able to spread outwards. He took a deep breath, looking at the inky long river, like a thousand troops galloping and sweeping across the four directions. His face was truly grim. The Abyssal Heavy Water was entirely victorious through “force.” His divine shuttles could originally extend endlessly under the spiritual energy and offer some resistance, but now the spiritual tide surging in the spiritual vein had been completely intercepted by the “Universal True Form Map.” This caused him to struggle even more against Luo Lingfeng. Although he wanted to stop the lightning, he couldn’t extract himself from the battle.
The withered Daoist momentarily became distracted and was caught by a flaw by Luo Lingfeng. The three hundred and sixty drops of Abyssal Heavy Water gathered and condensed, like a vast river. Wherever it went, vital energy scattered, and even the spiritual tide surged. The withered Daoist realized his mistake and moved his feet, but it was useless. The silver light transformed by the Twelve Sensory Divine Shuttle was swept away by the water current, scattering into pieces in mid-air. The Daoist himself was also struck by the heavy water. His protective spiritual light scattered, and his entire body flew backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He struggled to stand up, covered his mouth, and coughed twice. A ruthless gleam flashed in his eyes. He reached into his sleeve and immediately took out a sword disk.
This was something he had obtained after killing a Buzhou disciple in the past. However, fearing retaliation from the Buzhou disciples, he rarely used it. Upon activating the sword disk, ten thousand sharp sword lights were unleashed simultaneously, as if they wanted to tear apart everything in existence. But the sword disk, hastily activated, did not unleash its full power. When the surging water current containing Abyssal Heavy Water came, those sword lights were forced back, and the sword disk itself was even broken into several pieces by the heavy water, scattering on the ground.
The Daoist was terrified. Seeing the vast water current closing in, he hastily threw out the magic artifacts he had stored, hoping to block it. He was also at the Nascent Soul realm, but in Luo Lingfeng’s hands, he couldn’t even hold on for long! This thought crossed his mind, and his heart sank. He used his escape technique and flew desperately outwards, hoping to avoid the water current. As he had expected, the surging river was not as fast as his escape technique. His initial approach was wrong; he shouldn’t have stood still, but should have engaged in a hit-and-run battle using escape light. Just as this thought arose, several sharp, cold lights reflected in his eyes.
It was swordsmanship!
Alarm bells rang in the Daoist’s heart, and his movements became even more panicked. The sword lights were sometimes visible, sometimes hidden, and in just an instant, they had already leaped in front of him. The sword lights did not seem to intend to take his life. They circled around and hovered in mid-air, buzzing. The Daoist felt dizzy. He looked around and saw that he was surrounded by a sea of swords, with no chance of escape. “True Monarch Luo is truly skilled,” the withered Daoist glared at Luo Lingfeng with hatred, and then sneered, “However, this matter is being presided over by the Esteemed One and that True Monarch from the Luoshui Divine Palace together. What is projected in the sky is merely an illusion. There are several such formation arrays, used only for urging spiritual energy. Even if you destroy this place, so what? If you alarm the Esteemed One, you won’t be able to leave here.”
This evil Daoist seemed to know a lot about the Luoshui Divine Palace. He was deliberately picking sensitive topics to provoke Luo Lingfeng. Luo Lingfeng stepped on the water current, holding her arms. She looked at the evil Daoist with interest. When the voice, mixed with sinister malice, disappeared, she said slowly, “Are you finished?” She knew what the Luoshui Divine Palace was like a long time ago. Did they still think she had expectations for the Luoshui Divine Palace? It was truly ridiculous. With a thought, she activated the sword light. She watched without blinking as the sword light sliced off pieces of flesh and blood from the evil Daoist’s body, leaving only a white skeletal frame covered with darkened blood. The screams were incessant. Luo Lingfeng curled her lips and smiled. She reached out and took a secret manual that had fallen out of the shattered storage pouch. With a flick of her sleeve, the water current completely crushed the white bones.
The sky-covering thunder had not yet dissipated. Countless roaring heavenly thunderbolts fell, and the mirror-like mountain body began to crack. Wei Yunshu and Xie Zhichao joined forces to dismantle the formation. The Big Dipper formation had already been destroyed by them for a small part. Luo Lingfeng looked up at the pulsating, full-veined, living heart in the sky. A cold killing intent flashed in her eyes. She made a hand seal, and the “Universal True Form Map” surged with energy. A shadowy female figure slowly walked out; she was the artifact spirit of this map.
“Stabilize the Seven Stars Severing Spirit Blood Pillars. Don’t let the formation collapse.” Luo Lingfeng ordered. The so-called mountain body was actually a blood pillar driven into the spiritual vein from the Hundred Slaughter Earth Abyss. Those people wanted to use this formation and the immense spiritual energy from the spiritual vein to refine that heart. Luo Hengjun wanted the “heart of the Saint.” Let him succeed. Luo Lingfeng’s eyes were dark. She pressed her hand to her chest. The empty space there gradually synchronized with the rhythm of the heart in the sky. She stepped on the water current and laughed loudly. The spiritual energy swirling around her became terrifying and sinister, like a vicious beast lurking in the shadows.
After the evil Daoist died, it should have been easier to deal with the “mountain body” as the main controller was gone. But soon, Wei Yunshu discovered an anomaly. Countless thunder energies seemed to fall into an infinite black hole, not a single bit hitting the “mountain body.” Xie Zhichao also frowned. Her continuous saber lights intertwined into a dense net, but when the saber net tightened, there was only emptiness at the center of the saber light.
“Something’s wrong,” Xie Zhichao frowned, her body tense. Besides the thunder and water currents, there was no other movement in the air, but the more it was like this, the more uneasy she felt.
“Yes,” Wei Yunshu nodded. Her calm gaze shifted to Luo Lingfeng at the center of the formation. Her expression changed slightly. After dealing with the evil Daoist, Luo Lingfeng did not destroy the “mountain body.” Instead, she was sitting on the Eight Trigrams altar! The spiritual energy absorbed by the “Universal True Form Map” was now completely released. The spiritual energy, refined by the True Artifact, was even purer and more concentrated. At this moment, it surged towards the heart, gradually burning into a ball of crimson fire! The remaining “mountain body” glowed, also turning red, like flowing blood. As for the shattered “mountain body,” several illusory blood-colored energy pillars appeared, and tracing their aura, they were clearly projected from the “Universal True Form Map”!
“Luo Lingfeng is activating this sinister formation array,” Wei Yunshu’s eyelids twitched, and she came to a conclusion.
“What is she doing?” Xie Zhichao was shocked and utterly confused. Looking at the way she killed the demons so skillfully, she was indeed a cultivator of the immortal sect. But now, refining that obviously evil thing, what was she plotting? Xie Zhichao stared intently at the front. In the Eight Trigrams altar, black smoke billowed from her clothes. The only light was her snow-white hair, but it always looked startling.
“I don’t know,” Wei Yunshu shook her head.
Luo Lingfeng’s actions were disorderly, and no one could easily guess her every move.
Under the formation array of the “Universal True Form Map,” unless a True Artifact with an offensive capability was used to destroy it, it would be impossible to break through the formation. And Wei Yunshu did not have many offensive True Artifacts. The sharpest was the Taiyi Sword, which was still being nourished. But she did not want to completely expose her identity and could only use her own divine abilities. Looking at the surging spiritual energy, she sighed softly and took a step forward, saying, “True Monarch Luo, what is the meaning of this?”
Luo Lingfeng shook her sleeve, dispelling the murky atmosphere. She looked at Wei Yunshu with a smile and said slowly, “Someone is using the spiritual vein to refine a magic artifact. This humble one is always happy to help others.”
Wei Yunshu: “…” If only she hadn’t had that chilling killing intent in her eyes when she said that.
Xie Zhichao was somewhat displeased with Luo Lingfeng’s actions and said loudly, “This is a heart, and it is an evil technique.”
“Yes, a heart.” Luo Lingfeng’s gaze was fixed on Xie Zhichao’s chest, her tone filled with sinister malice. She raised her hand to smooth her hair and then narrowed her eyes and whispered, “And it’s a sacred heart of a saint bestowed by the Heavenly Dao.” Those who were favored by the Heavenly Dao had an exceptionally smooth path of cultivation, and every move they made was in accordance with the will of heaven. What others had to work a thousand times harder to obtain was within reach for those with a sacred heart of a saint. In the records of the Fu Li Immortal Realm, the last sacred heart of a saint appeared three thousand years ago, and it was also the last person in the Immortal Realm to achieve Dao Fruit and ascend. “Do you want it?” Luo Lingfeng softened her tone and asked with a smile. She smiled beautifully, like melting ice and snow, and the first bloom of a hundred flowers, carrying the vigor of spring, causing all things to lose their color.
Xie Zhichao frowned upon hearing this. She said loudly, “Something taken by force is not one’s own.” She gazed at Luo Lingfeng and then said righteously, “True Monarch Luo, since you know this is an evil object, why are you helping others refine it? Could it be that you are colluding with the Corridor of Sins?”
Luo Lingfeng retorted, “What if I am? What if I am not?” She glanced at the Tide-Calming Bead suspended in mid-air and smiled lightly, “If I were to take back the Tide-Calming Bead and then urge the spiritual energy of the entire spiritual vein, who among you would be able to walk out? Who would know what I have done?”
Her expression was calm, as if she had mentioned it casually. However, a chill ran down Xie Zhichao’s spine because Luo Lingfeng was saying something she was completely capable of doing. She was only an avatar here, and her main body was in a Cavern Heaven blessed land in Cloud City. But she and Wei Yunshu were different; they would definitely be swept away by the surging spiritual tide.
But even so, she could not let her continue to help the evil cultivators of the Hundred Slaughter Earth Abyss refine this heart. “Fellow Daoist Bo?” Xie Zhichao turned to Wei Yunshu and asked softly.
Wei Yunshu sighed, “True Monarch Luo, must you do this?”
Luo Lingfeng met her eyes, as calm as an autumn pond. Her smile slightly faded. A sense of weariness suddenly arose in her heart. She pushed the Abyssal Heavy Water outwards and said coldly, “Since that’s the case, both of you attack together.”
Wei Yunshu was quite helpless to see her determined to promote the refinement of that heart. She put away her whisk, activated her cultivation method, and the scattered thunder clouds gathered again, dark and ominous, like a mountain collapsing in the sky. Purple lightning surged like snakes, instantly forming a dense electrical net. The thunder gathered momentum and mercilessly struck towards the Eight Trigrams altar a few breaths later.
When Wei Yunshu attacked directly, Luo Lingfeng’s pupils suddenly constricted. She stood up, and a chilling killing intent surged again. She stared intently at Wei Yunshu, trying to discern some emotion from that ordinary face, but unfortunately, she couldn’t find any trace of emotional fluctuation. On that day three years ago, Wei Yunshu’s expression could speak volumes. Her eyes, which concealed countless emotions, held a lingering sorrow, finally turning into a sense of release after seeing through everything. Those rich emotions sketched out a “Wei Yunshu,” and since then, they were like a poisonous thorn embedded in her, impossible to remove.
Why, even at this point, does she still not hate?
Did she recognize the wrong person? Is she actually not Wei Yunshu? But who else besides Wei Yunshu could use those two divine abilities?
Chaotic and intertwined emotions were like a surging sea tide, drowning her rationality and calmness. The three hundred and sixty drops of Abyssal Heavy Water formed a dark water current, carrying a roaring sound that could rival thunder, and struck forward. Vital energy scattered, and spiritual energy surged violently.
“Fellow Daoist Xie, be careful,” Wei Yunshu said. With her words, she unleashed a great divine ability, “Three Lights Dragon Capturing Seal.” The Three Lights, sun, moon, and stars, appeared, fiercely suppressing the splashing Abyssal Heavy Water. A few breaths later, the Three Lights completely shattered. But Xie Zhichao also found an opportunity. Riding a brilliant light, she distanced herself from the raging water current. In a head-on confrontation, the pressure from Luo Lingfeng was far greater than the unknown female cultivator who was with Zhou Yuxiao earlier.
Luo Lingfeng looked at Wei Yunshu’s obvious intention to protect Xie Zhichao and let out a cold laugh. She lightly pressed down, and the surging, majestic water current abruptly stopped, only rolling in place, emitting the huge roar of countless waterfalls falling together. “Why doesn’t Fellow Daoist Bo draw her sword?” Luo Lingfeng suddenly asked, “Does Fellow Daoist think it’s easy to defeat a Nascent Soul cultivator with a Golden Core body?”
Xie Zhichao turned to look at Wei Yunshu, her expression puzzled and uncertain.
Since meeting, Wei Yunshu had never used a sword in battle, and rarely even used her two divine abilities. But judging by True Monarch Luo’s words, she was a sword cultivator?
Wei Yunshu’s eyelids twitched. She almost thought Luo Lingfeng had seen through her disguise. But if Luo Lingfeng had truly recognized her, would she still be reacting like this? Wei Yunshu steadied herself and said calmly, “This humble one is not a sword cultivator. Why should I use a sword?”
“Is that so?” Luo Lingfeng smiled and added, “Earlier, Fellow Daoist guarded Ligu. I thought Fellow Daoist was hiding there because of the Taiyi Sword.”
“Who doesn’t want to see the Cloud Sovereign’s style with the Taiyi Sword?” Xie Zhichao looked left and right, finally saying with a smile.
Luo Lingfeng’s eyes held a smile, “There are many relics of the Cloud Sovereign in Cloud City. If you truly want to see them, I can take you there.”
Xie Zhichao didn’t believe her words, after all, she had just shown a hint of killing intent not long ago.
Wei Yunshu didn’t want to deal with those words. She transmitted her thoughts to Xie Zhichao, “I’ll distract her. Fellow Daoist Xie, you try to destroy the Eight Trigrams altar.”
Xie Zhichao glanced at Wei Yunshu with some worry. Luo Lingfeng was unpredictable. She couldn’t be sure if the other party had truly intended to kill her.
Wei Yunshu said gently, “Don’t worry, I can protect myself.” A cloud of vital energy surged beneath her feet, and the spiritual energy in her body rose, instantly transforming into a faint, ever-changing profound energy. Within it, countless purple lightning bolts surged, causing explosive tremors. The spiritual energy in the spiritual vein was dispersed, and even the vast river was torn apart. This “One Qi Nine Dominance Heavenly Thunder” was extremely powerful. The deeper the spiritual energy, the fiercer the thunder. If she had a physical body as a foundation, her momentum could increase by another level. But now, only her primal soul remained. With every move, let alone not being able to unleash its maximum power, even her own essence was being torn apart by the immense pressure. After this matter was concluded, she would have to visit Buzhou Peak and ask “Heavenly Forger” to forge a body for her.
Luo Lingfeng saw Wei Yunshu get serious and her eyes became even deeper. She raised her hand and slashed towards Xie Zhichao’s location. After that, she no longer paid attention to her and focused completely on Wei Yunshu. If, during the Abyssal Vortex incident, she had used all her abilities, who would have won in the end? She was bound by the identity of the Cloud Sovereign, caught in the midst of such petty people, yet she still remained true to her original intentions and passion. Why did she choose the path of death? Can the person before her give her an answer?
In the howling water current, the sound of dragon roars faintly echoed. The swirling Abyssal Heavy Water was truly like agile black dragons charging into the thunder. Explosions were incessant, but after the lightning scattered, the black dragon was only struck on its scales, its momentum still fierce. Wei Yunshu retreated. In the profound energy in front of her, a gigantic hand made of white light shot out. With a grip of her five fingers, she encompassed the surging water current. With a loud bang, the giant hand shattered, and a sky full of scattered energy mist filled the air. The Abyssal Heavy Water was still surging, colliding with the new round of lightning and fire.
On that side, Xie Zhichao was trying to cross the “River Boundary” to reach the Eight Trigrams altar.
However, within this invisible boundary created by sword energy, space was layered upon layer, like constantly surging water currents. It appeared to be within reach, but in reality, one had to cross thousands of miles. There were fellow disciples in Buzhou who cultivated the divine ability “Heaven and Earth Neighboring,” which allowed them to instantly teleport to a location. But she had not comprehended this realm.
Wei Yunshu lowered her gaze and saw Xie Zhichao’s predicament. After a moment of contemplation, she pointed downwards. The thunder that had been striking the Abyssal Heavy Water now all struck towards the “River Boundary” below. But by doing so, she herself was exposed to the Abyssal Heavy Water. However, she had her own method to deal with it. She slowly made a hand seal and used a divine ability called “Eternal Star Infinite.” This was something she had only gained insights into when her soul was attached to the Abyssal Vortex. Precisely because she had no physical body, this divine ability became easier to cultivate. Her primal soul corresponded with the celestial stars, and in an instant, it could transform into starlight. As long as a bit of starlight remained, it would not dissipate. However, this divine ability also had a flaw: when the celestial stars were not visible, she could not transform back.
Amidst the swirling vortex of air, Wei Yunshu’s figure became ethereal and uncertain, like a ball of jade mist, or like endless starlight. But just when Wei Yunshu had fully prepared to meet the attack, the roaring Abyssal Heavy Water suddenly stopped in front of her. Logically, with Luo Lingfeng’s cultivation, she should be able to control the Abyssal Heavy Water freely, but her current state was extremely poor, and she was constantly being affected by that heart. With this sudden retraction, the immense power contracted inwards, fiercely colliding with her own body. In an instant, Luo Lingfeng felt as if she were a bell being struck; her ears were filled with a buzzing sound. Her face instantly turned pale, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wei Yunshu looked at Luo Lingfeng with an indifferent expression.
If she had recognized herself, would she have stopped? Her hatred was too intense and had already consumed her.
“True Monarch Luo,” Wei Yunshu heard her own voice, very calm, like a pool of stagnant water. “Since True Monarch has no intention of harming us, why not stop?”
Luo Lingfeng met Wei Yunshu’s gaze and suddenly burst into laughter. She asked, “Do you know who is refining this heart?”
Wei Yunshu had a guess in her heart. Her lips moved, but she ultimately did not say it.
“It’s Luo Hengjun,” Luo Lingfeng scoffed, “The Palace Lord of Luoshui Divine Palace, Luo Hengjun.”
Xie Zhichao looked up at Luo Lingfeng, “Did the Luoshui Divine Palace Lord force you to do this?”
“Does he even qualify?” Luo Lingfeng’s face was even more sarcastic. Her white hair was blown by the wind, barely covering her eyes, which were still and contained a brewing storm. Luo Lingfeng’s aura turned cold, like a cave of ice and snow, emanating tendrils of coldness that penetrated the bones, leaving those within with nowhere to escape. Lightning flashed, casting flickering shadows. Luo Lingfeng raised her hand, her pale fingers lightly brushed away her white hair behind her ear. She casually drew out a seven-foot-long sword. Her left fingertips landed on the back of the sword, sliding down gently, as if performing some profound and solemn ritual.
“Don’t stop me, alright?” She tilted her head, smiled softly, her tone as gentle as a hazy dream under the moonlight.