After I Died My Dao Companion Drowns in Endless Regret Chapter 32

Wei Yunshu had never seen Luo Lingfeng display such an expression. Sorrow, mockery, disgust, self-pity, melancholy… numerous intense emotions were mixed together, brewed into a colorless, tasteless wine that could make one completely drunk. Meeting those eyes that gradually turned dark as ink, Wei Yunshu couldn’t help but want to retreat. She did indeed do so, but after stepping back, she suddenly reacted. Spiritual energy throughout her body transformed into surging thunder and exploded in mid-air.
A pale blue sword light tore through the magnificent sky from below upwards. Luo Lingfeng held her sword and slowly walked out from the flowing light. The tip of her sword touched the surging long river, adding a hint of moisture. She lowered her eyelids, and all emotions were restrained, leaving only emptiness, as if there was no self, no heaven, no earth, no living beings. She slowly raised her sword and pointed it at Wei Yunshu’s chest. A very subtle sound echoed, followed by a streak of sword light that completely split the sky-covering thunder net in two. The long wind surged. Before the thunder net could mend, boundless water currents emerged from the sword scar, submerging the thunder.
Wei Yunshu sighed inwardly.
She was not going to meet Luo Lingfeng’s sword head-on. With her current cultivation, she definitely couldn’t resist it. Swallowing the blood that surged to her lips, she shook her shoulder, and her entire body instantly transformed into a mass of brilliant starlight, avoiding that brilliant sword light. After the sword energy disappeared, she emerged from a cloud of stardust, her eyes, still silent and calm, fixed on Luo Lingfeng.
Luo Lingfeng looked at Wei Yunshu and frowned, “Does Fellow Daoist Bo have to do this?”
Wei Yunshu said slowly, “Anyone would come to stop True Monarch.” She slightly raised her head and looked at a pulsating, strange heart. It had already turned dark red. The blood flowing in the blood vessels was subtly tinged with black, emitting a chilling evil aura. Under the urging of the Universal True Form Map, the spiritual energy in the spiritual vein transformed into “firewood,” causing this heart to move towards the evil side. She didn’t believe that Luo Hengjun could achieve success with the “sacred heart of a saint.” In the end, he would only turn into a monster, bringing disaster to the Fu Li Immortal Realm. Luo Lingfeng’s method of disregarding the lives of the living beings in the Immortal Realm for revenge against Luo Hengjun was completely unacceptable.
The “River Boundary” was shattered by the thunder. Xie Zhichao, who was below, had already crossed the scattered water current and stepped onto the Eight Trigrams altar. Saber light drew an arc in the air, like a crescent moon hanging in the sky, abruptly slashing towards the center of the formation. However, on the altar, layers upon layers of formation arrays appeared, rippling like water, squeezing the saber light inch by inch outwards. For a moment, Xie Zhichao could not break through the center of the formation.
“Fellow Daoist Bo, hold on a little longer,” Xie Zhichao’s tone was a little anxious.
Wei Yunshu gently replied, “Alright.”
Brilliant sword light reflected in her beautiful eyes, like a sparkling river of stars.
At this moment, the gigantic heart trembled violently and suddenly shrunk in half. The attached membrane gradually cracked, scattering blood rain across the sky. This was not a problem with the refining process, but a crucial stage. Compared to dealing with the person in front of her, promoting the refinement of that heart was more important. Sword light stirred the thunder in the air. Luo Lingfeng urged her spiritual energy with all her might. However, the Universal True Form Map released all the absorbed spiritual energy in one go!
Wei Yunshu’s brows furrowed tighter. There was no way to wipe out the Universal True Form Map. And it was impossible to disperse that surging spiritual energy! She collected her thoughts, suppressing the subtle emotion in her heart. She pointed forward, and a Three Lights Dragon Capturing Seal, accompanied by the roar of dragons and tigers, struck towards Luo Lingfeng. The seal was brilliantly silver and collided with the vital energy, emitting sounds like metal clashing. She originally thought Luo Lingfeng would turn back and defend herself. Who knew she would endure this attack head-on? Her protective spiritual light scattered, and blood trickled from the corner of her lips, making her pale face appear even more enchanting and tragic.
Wei Yunshu’s eyes twitched violently.
A Nascent Soul avatar could be a True Monarch holding their own in a region of the Fu Li Immortal Realm. It wasn’t that easy to destroy. It was fine for her to endure the blow directly with her own body. But one should know that she had just experienced a battle not long ago. Luo Lingfeng had even used her Nascent Soul body to unleash a Cavern Heaven Dharma Manifestation without hesitation, causing her avatar to collapse from within. Now, struck by the “Three Lights Dragon Capturing Seal,” she was swaying like a lamp in the wind.
She didn’t care for her avatar at all.
Was there no other way to get revenge?
A buzzing sound echoed in her ears. The ink-like water droplets scattered and then recondensed, rolling in the clouds, slowly rising into the sky.
The fierce wind blew, like cold blades.
Wei Yunshu regained her composure. She pursed her lips and flicked her sleeve. Several sharp golden lights flew out, emitting a dull thunderous sound as they rubbed against each other. The golden lights moved extremely quickly. A part of them struck the Abyssal Heavy Water, and another part struck the spiritual tide rolling beneath the vital energy cloud. Sounds like metal clashing echoed, making one’s teeth itch and heart chill.
Luo Lingfeng’s eyes were dark. She raised her hand and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Looking at the bright red on the back of her hand, she let out a low laugh and slowly looked at Wei Yunshu. She straightened her back, like a solitary pine on a cliff edge. “It’s too late.” Luo Lingfeng whispered. She still ignored Wei Yunshu’s attack and instead looked at the heart, which had shrunk to the size of a fist. Her smile became increasingly wild and unrestrained. The network of meridians and blood vessels had disappeared. The heart was covered with a thin layer of red, like a crimson crystal. But it was still beating, one beat after another, steady and powerful.
Within the Hundred Slaughter Earth Abyss.
True Monarch Yong He and Luo Hengjun watched the “heart of the Saint” take shape together.
“As expected of the spiritual vein of a continent. It’s much faster than anticipated,” True Monarch Yong He said without hurry.
Luo Hengjun’s eyes burned with a crimson fire. Frenzy and greed churned within him. He couldn’t suppress or conceal the wild joy on his face. The sacred heart of a saint he had waited for for over a hundred years was about to be refined. “Thank you, True Monarch, for your assistance this time,” Luo Hengjun raised his sleeve and bowed to True Monarch Yong He. At last, he spoke words that carried a hint of sincerity.
True Monarch Yong He laughed and said faintly, “Then, according to the alliance, the spiritual vein of the entire Southern Continent belongs to us.”
The room suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere abruptly became tense. Luo Hengjun’s face turned cold, with a hint of sinister intent. But he quickly suppressed this emotion. He sneered at True Monarch Yong He, “Naturally.” After a pause, he added, “This humble one still needs to use the spiritual vein of the Southern Continent for one last thing. After that, you may do as you please with it.”
True Monarch Yong He gazed at Luo Hengjun deeply. She knew he wanted to use the spiritual vein to achieve Dao Fruit. But the amount of spiritual energy required to enter the Dao Fruit realm was immense. If Luo Hengjun truly embarked on that path, the spiritual energy in the entire Southern Continent’s spiritual vein would be reduced by a quarter. “There seems to be no such clause in the alliance,” she said airily.
Luo Hengjun smiled and replied, “Helping this humble one achieve the Dao Fruit realm, is that not part of the alliance content?”
True Monarch Yong He let out a soft scoff. The spiritual vein of the Southern Continent could not be moved to the Northern Continent. Her purpose in taking this spiritual vein was actually to destroy the cultivation foundation of the Southern Continent cultivators. Luo Hengjun achieving Dao here was also a process of destroying the spiritual vein. After pondering for a moment, she said, “Henceforth, the disciples of my Corridor of Sins in the Earth Abyss will withdraw. This humble one congratulates Fellow Daoist Luo in advance.”
Luo Hengjun was somewhat displeased with True Monarch Yong He addressing him as “Fellow Daoist.” He was a cultivator from the immortal sect. Even if they were cooperating temporarily, they were not fellow Daoists. He did not voice his thoughts. Instead, he smiled meaningfully, “Today’s matter will not be known to anyone else, right?”
True Monarch Yong He curled her lips and smiled, “My Corridor of Sins will be careful to conceal it. After all, we don’t want to be discovered by those few families halfway through, leading to failure.”
Luo Hengjun nodded in satisfaction. Compared to his fellow cultivators from the immortal sect, he preferred to cooperate with the Corridor of Sins. After all, relatively speaking, the Corridor of Sins was more unwilling to be known to others. They went to great lengths to drive cultivators to attack the Corridor of Sins, wasn’t it precisely to cover up the truth about the Hundred Slaughter Earth Abyss?
“Does Fellow Daoist Luo believe that a cultivator in my Fu Li Immortal Realm can still achieve Dao Fruit?” True Monarch Yong He suddenly brought up a topic.
Upon hearing this, Luo Hengjun’s face became slightly grim, and a hint of sinister intent leaked from his eyes. He looked at True Monarch Yong He with a half-smile and said blandly, “True Monarch’s words are disrupting this humble one’s Dao heart.” He met True Monarch Yong He’s interested gaze and laughed, “What others cannot achieve, I, Luo Hengjun, will achieve.”
True Monarch Yong He sighed softly, “True Monarch Luo’s confidence is also a good thing.” But when Luo Hengjun discovers the truth, what despair will he fall into? No, Luo Hengjun would not even reach this point. How could the Corridor of Sins be so kind as to help Luo Hengjun achieve Dao? They would indeed not widely publicize the matter of the Hundred Slaughter Earth Abyss, but didn’t someone escape earlier? With her ability, capturing a junior was easy, but why would she ruin this heaven-sent opportunity?
Luo Hengjun smiled confidently, his mood was cheerful. He liked to point things out to others. His gaze swept over True Monarch Yong He’s body, and a hint of ambiguity surfaced on his face. He slowed his tone and said with a smile, “The Corridor of Sins has not had an ascension event yet. I advise True Monarch to change your path early and disperse your evil arts. After that, find a Cavern Heaven Daoist to cultivate with, and you will surely achieve twice the result with half the effort.”
True Monarch Yong He stared at Luo Hengjun, her expression incredibly strange. She tidied her long, drooping hair and looked at Luo Hengjun. She said coldly, “Fellow Daoist Luo, I truly do not like such words.” It was no wonder that among the Four Great Immortal Sects, the Luoshui Divine Palace was crumbling so quickly. With a Palace Lord like Luo Hengjun, who was filled with lust, how far could they go? “Over a hundred years ago, True Monarch Dantong was perfectly fine. Why did her health suddenly decline?” True Monarch Yong He said a baffling sentence.
These words were like a basin of ice water poured on Luo Hengjun’s head. His expression instantly became extremely grim.
Wen Dantong was his legal wife. When people in the Immortal Realm mentioned her now, it was mostly about that scandalous affair. No matter how he explained, no one believed him and instead pinned the label of “wife killer” on him.
A hint of black energy flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly, “This humble one, Luo, is not a heartless, shameless person. I would never do such a thing!”
True Monarch Yong He smiled and said, “But Wen Danhua still became your concubine in the end.”
Luo Hengjun: “…” Looking at True Monarch Yong He’s subtle expression, he completely lost the desire to speak. With a flick of his sleeve, he took the “heart of the Saint” into his palm and said, “This humble one, Luo, still needs to burn this heart of the Saint with heavenly fire.” He was using an evil method to erase the “heart of the Saint’s” rejection of him. However, this process would definitely absorb a lot of evil energy. He was on the path to becoming an immortal, and he didn’t want to become a demon when he succeeded.
True Monarch Yong He said, “True Monarch Luo, please proceed.”
After Luo Hengjun took the “heart of the Saint,” the sky above the spiritual vein below seemed to collapse, revealing a vortex-like hole. The violent spiritual energy, along with the remaining blood energy and evil energy, surged together. Gold, white, crimson, black… various colors intertwined, forming a grotesque sky again. Several dragon-shaped illusions appeared on the Tide-Calming Bead. On one of the golden dragons sat a little boy, who was the True Spirit of the Tide-Calming Bead. He was babbling and directing the dragon illusions to suppress the spiritual energy within the spiritual vein, which was subtly becoming chaotic.
On the other side, the Universal True Form Map unfolded in mid-air. It no longer released spiritual energy outwards but devoured it completely, like a whale, into the painting. The sun, moon, and stars in the painting became brilliant, and the plants grew vigorously, as if spring had arrived.
Luo Lingfeng stepped on the water current, seemingly oblivious to everything around her. She took out several spiritual pills from her sleeve and swallowed them. But even so, blood continued to seep from her body. In the blink of an eye, she turned into a bloodied figure. After some effort, the meridians of this Nascent Soul avatar completely ruptured. The wandering spiritual energy had nowhere to go and directly surged, severely injuring her body.
Destroying the Eight Trigrams altar was futile now.
Xie Zhichao rushed to Wei Yunshu’s side. After asking a few questions out of concern, she glanced at Luo Lingfeng and muttered softly, “Lunatic.” You can still understand the intentions of the evil cultivators from the Corridor of Sins, but with Luo Lingfeng, you simply can’t figure out what she is trying to do! After taking a deep breath, she said, “Let’s continue to look for an exit. We need to get out of this ghost place quickly.” There were no groups of evil cultivators in the spiritual vein, but the current situation was not much better than being occupied by evil cultivators. If the matter spread, what awaited them would likely be a confrontation between Cavern Heaven True Monarchs.
Wei Yunshu nodded and no longer looked at Luo Lingfeng.
The mottled colors in the sky were washed away by the surging spiritual tide, leaving only a vast emptiness and a pale white.
Luo Lingfeng stood still, her appearance extremely disheveled and pathetic. She looked at Wei Yunshu’s departing figure and, for some reason, smiled silently.
“True Monarch?” The True Spirit of the Universal True Form Map’s tone was clear and crisp. She tried to mobilize tendrils of spiritual energy to nourish Luo Lingfeng’s body, but she was refused. The spiritual energy only transformed into balls of essence circulating around Luo Lingfeng.
Luo Lingfeng pressed her hand to her chest and chuckled softly, “That was originally mine. How can I not be in charge?” Since that year she returned to the Luoshui Divine Palace, what pulsed here was no longer a “true heart.”
Sunset Burial Mounds.
The ground was muddy. Two figures, one in front of the other, sped through the torrential rain, like two sharp swords piercing the sky. One of them was none other than Ying Yue, the junior sister from Buzhou Peak.
“Hey? Fellow Daoist Chang Feng, wait for me.” The shout pierced through the rain curtain. The clear sword light in front stopped for a moment. A moment later, a female cultivator with sharp, cold eyes and dressed in black training clothes emerged. A small, venom-spitting green snake was wrapped around her wrist. Her eyes were unlike those of humans, with vertically slit pupils, clearly indicating she was a demon cultivator. However, she cultivated the Path of Energy and showed no trace of demonic energy.
This person was named Yu Changfeng, a demon cultivator from the Dustless Sea. She was also the person who had ventured into the Hundred Slaughter Earth Abyss earlier. She had used thunder beads to blast open an escape route and eventually brought out a True Artifact. As she flew out of Ligu, she sensed the aura of a formation array. Using her magic artifacts and calculations, she forcefully destroyed the formation array that Xie Zhichao had left to protect Ying Yue.
Yu Changfeng originally did not want to bother, but Ying Yue was only at the Foundation Establishment stage. Leaving her alone would undoubtedly cost her life, so she could only take her with her.
“Is that the Luoshui Divine Palace outpost?” Yu Changfeng looked at Ying Yue and asked in a low voice. She had come here for trials and had not accepted any invitations from any of the Luoshui Divine Palace families. Therefore, she was not very clear about the layout of those outposts.
“Yes.” Ying Yue nodded repeatedly. Her sword escape speed surpassed that of her peers, but compared to a Nascent Soul cultivator, it was undoubtedly a fantasy. Her breathing was a little rapid, and the spiritual energy throughout her body moved with her breaths, a little chaotic. Yu Changfeng held her arms, frowned, and appraised Ying Yue for a moment. Finally, she said “Go,” and with her escape light, she enveloped Ying Yue and in the blink of an eye, flew several li. She did not stop until she reached the continuous buildings of the outpost. She bowed to the Luoshui Divine Palace disciples and said she had an urgent matter to report.
“Does Fellow Daoist have a True Invitation?” The Luoshui Divine Palace disciple glanced at Yu Changfeng, feeling she was somewhat unfamiliar.
Yu Changfeng remained silent.
Ying Yue rummaged nervously for a while, finally looking at Yu Changfeng helplessly and sighing, “I don’t know when I lost it.” Let alone a True Invitation, she didn’t even know where the jade slip recording her merit points was.
The Luoshui Divine Palace disciples looked at them. They didn’t say anything unpleasant, but they blocked the entrance like gatekeepers, refusing to let the two of them enter no matter what.
“Is it very important?” Ying Yue quietly asked. She knew that Yu Changfeng had an urgent matter, but she wasn’t very clear about the specific details and didn’t ask.
Yu Changfeng’s eyes narrowed, and she said sternly, “It’s very important.”
“Alright then,” Ying Yue replied in a low voice, her delicate nose also wrinkling. After thinking for a moment, she took out her identity token as a Buzhou disciple and held it out. She said seriously, “Ying Yue, a disciple under True Monarch Yuan Ying of Buzhou Peak, requests to see True Monarch Jiuxiao. I hope this fellow Daoist will deliver my message.”
Yu Changfeng said, “Wait, take this memory stone with you.”
The disciple’s expression immediately changed when he heard the words “Buzhou Peak.” He raised his sleeve and bowed to Ying Yue, saying respectfully, “Please wait a moment, Fellow Daoist Ying.” No matter what the relationship was between the Four Sects, they had to be polite on the surface. These young disciples dared not neglect the guests from Buzhou Peak. Not long after, the disciple who went to deliver the message hurried back. He glanced at Ying Yue, his face filled with bitterness, “True Monarch Jiang is treating injured disciples with True Monarch Wu and is unable to receive guests. Why don’t Fellow Daoist Ying wait in the guest hall for a while?”
Yu Changfeng suddenly said, “True Monarch Wu? Skillful Physician Wu Huan?”
The Luoshui Divine Palace disciple nodded.
Yu Changfeng’s expression became unusually unpleasant. She turned around and left.
Ying Yue was completely confused. She greeted the Luoshui Divine Palace disciple and followed Yu Changfeng’s steps. Her eyes sparkled with bright light. She asked curiously, “Why didn’t you wait? Do you have a grudge against True Monarch Wu?” She hadn’t been treated by Wu Huan, but she had heard of his great reputation. He was benevolent and skillful, a bodhisattva.
Yu Changfeng said blandly, “It’s not exactly a grudge, I just don’t like him.” In the past, she had a fellow clan member whose intelligence was not yet developed and whose actions were clumsy. He offended a demon cultivator he shouldn’t have and was injured. The medical cultivators of the Dustless Sea were unwilling to treat him. Later, she inquired about Wu Huan’s whereabouts and brought precious treasures to him. However, Wu Huan only said, “He deserves to be made into snake soup,” and refused to treat him. To him, a demon who had not yet developed intelligence or taken human form was merely a beast and did not deserve his attention.
“Is that so,” Ying Yue was silent for a moment, then asked, “Then why didn’t you wait?”
“Cannot wait.” Yu Changfeng shook her head. She frowned, “Besides the Luoshui Divine Palace, there are also forces from Yunmeng Marsh, Xiaohan Mountain, and Guangyuan Marsh in the Sunset Burial Mounds. There is always one who is willing to listen to the news. If they are all unwilling, then so be it. To put it bluntly, it’s still a matter of the Southern Continent.”
Ying Yue said, “It sounds very dangerous.”
“Yes,” Yu Changfeng’s eyes were a little cold, “The evil cultivators of the Corridor of Sins are secretly building a plank road while openly crossing the Chencang Pass. They have opened up an Earth Abyss under the Sunset Burial Mounds, and further down, it will shake the spiritual vein of the entire Southern Continent.”
Ying Yue was shocked!
Yu Changfeng said no more. She took Ying Yue and flew towards the territory of Yunmeng Marsh. However, that side was busy intercepting and killing evil cultivators and only allowed them to receive True Invitations and register their names, completely ignoring the important matter they had to report. Helplessly, Yu Changfeng had to change direction. Fortunately, when they reached Xiaohan Mountain, they met Wen Yutang, the direct descendant of the Wen family’s patriarch. She was the youngest daughter of Wen Xianren, the patriarch, and was quite favored.
In the hall.
Wen Yutang looked at Yu Changfeng and Ying Yue with a smile.
It was impossible to recruit a Buzhou disciple, but if the other person, a Nascent Soul True Monarch, could be recruited as a guest elder, she would have more standing in front of her father. Although she was from the Dustless Sea, she did not belong to the Dragon Palace’s influence and could be considered a rogue demon cultivator.
Yu Changfeng had no time to be polite with Wen Yutang. She didn’t even drink the tea and immediately said, “Under the Sunset Burial Mounds is the Hundred Slaughter Earth Abyss opened up by the Corridor of Sins. They are preparing to attack the spiritual vein of the Southern Continent.”
Wen Yutang’s smile immediately froze on her face. She abruptly stood up and asked anxiously, “Is that true?”
Yu Changfeng took out a memory stone and threw it to Wen Yutang.
She had replicated many images of the Hundred Slaughter Earth Abyss. Now, it was up to the Luoshui Divine Palace to decide. If they were unwilling to act, she would scatter the memory stone to the minor sects and rogue cultivators of the Southern Continent. After all, this matter was closely related to them.
Wen Yutang unleashed a ray of spiritual energy and watched the images in the memory stone without blinking. Her face was pale. She reached out and smoothed her hair. She said, “I apologize, this humble one is probably too busy to receive the two of you.”
Yu Changfeng smiled and replied, “It’s alright, True Monarch Wen can go busy herself.”
Although the four families in the Luoshui Divine Palace were at odds, they could not completely cut off contact due to the intertwined nature of their territories. After Wen Yutang obtained the memory stone, she reported the matter upwards and also invited the leaders of the other three families for a meeting. The spiritual vein of the Southern Continent was their foundation; it was not a matter for one family alone!
At the Luoshui Divine Palace outpost.
Jiang Jiuxiao received a flying talisman from Wen Yutang, stating that she had an important matter to discuss. Among the four families, their relationship with the Luo family was the most strained. In addition, Jiang Jiuxiao had been ridiculed by the Wen family for her background, so she did not want to deal with Wen Yutang. However, she still had to show her attitude. She dispatched a Golden Core stage steward to go, which was considered giving the Wen family face. After following Wu Huan and watching him treat more than ten cultivators, Jiang Jiuxiao finally left the hall where the injured were placed.
At this moment, the disciples had already brought over the memory stone.
Jiang Jiuxiao glanced at it and was instantly filled with fear and terror.
“What’s wrong?” Xiang Jun asked lightly, his expression casual.
“Demons from the Corridor of Sins have infiltrated the spiritual vein and are going to destroy the foundation of my Southern Continent.” Jiang Jiuxiao gritted her teeth, a cold gleam flashing in her eyes. She suddenly realized, “Wen Yutang must have gathered everyone for this matter. I cannot let her take the lead. I must personally go to the Xiaohan Mountain outpost.”