After I Died My Dao Companion Drowns in Endless Regret Chapter 85

“The Sunset Burial Mounds is overgrown with blood thorns. They’re likely trying to lure us into a trap there,” Shi Wufang said, a smirk playing on his lips. “They might have a way to suppress the blood thorns.”
Xie Zhichao frowned. “Are we still going?”
“Yes, why wouldn’t we?” Luo Lingfeng answered, her laughter brief. Ignoring Wei Yunshu’s probing gaze, she stepped forward, transforming into a torrent of water that soared into the sky. Her massive Dharma Manifestation spread across the heavens, dwarfing Buzhou’s sword intent.
Wei Yunshu turned to Shi Wufang. “Although I don’t know the specifics, the blood thorns are closely related to True Monarch Luo. The situation is more advantageous for us.”
Sunset Burial Mounds.
The floating city, once a resting place for cultivators, was completely engulfed by bloody, thorny vines. It was like a giant red cocoon pushed aloft by dense, sturdy branches, suspended in mid-air. The soil, once stained red with the blood of cultivators and demonic cultivators, was now covered by blood thorns. Nourished by vast vital energy and spiritual energy, these saplings spread outward with unprecedented speed. The vines writhed like ferocious beasts, attempting to swallow the crimson-lit world.
Sharp sword energy swept through the blood-red thorns, but as red thorns fell, more branches rose, making them impossible to clear. Several Buzhou cultivators, their faces stern, fought against the blood thorns while fending off disciples from the Luoshui Divine Palace who appeared from nowhere. Their proudest sword-escape techniques were hindered by the blood thorns, their power reduced to sixty percent. “Something is off about them,” the swordsman muttered, his voice low and strained.
“Even though our techniques are restricted, we can still survive,” the other swordsman replied optimistically.
“Our mission is to disrupt the ritual. We need to go deeper into the blood thorns,” another added softly.
After a moment of silence, the sound of swords suddenly grew sharp and high-pitched. A thousand streaks of sword light swept outward, pushing back the writhing blood thorns. This also exposed the approaching Luoshui Divine Palace disciples.
“The Four Sects of the Immortal Path are united. Why have you betrayed the Immortal Path and aided the wicked?” a sword cultivator shouted.
The leader of the Luoshui Divine Palace disciples was a young man named Wen. He sneered coldly. “United? When Buzhou killed our disciples in Youluo Mountain, you didn’t consider that unity. You blocked our path to ascension, kept the Divine Lords outside the pass, and brought chaos to the world. You deserve death!” A powerful and fierce wind whipped up, crisscrossing with vital energy, sweeping in all directions. The fragile blood thorn branches, which should have been crushed into powder by the spiritual tide only to grow anew, now stood unmoving in the strong wind as if made of heavy steel.
The Buzhou swordsmen and Luoshui Divine Palace disciples clashed. Heavy roars echoed as figures weaved back and forth. The Buzhou swordsmen sensed the abnormality of the blood thorns, but even as branches pierced through them, they did not retract their swords. The Luoshui Divine Palace cultivators chuckled, a light feather on their bodies emitting an arcane glow, allowing them to move freely within the blood thorns. But then, in an instant, the blood thorns, like sharp claws, suddenly lunged at the Luoshui Divine Palace disciples! The ominous crimson spread outward. Although a bright light flashed on the Luoshui Divine Palace cultivator, it was quickly swallowed by the crimson, shattering with a crack. The Buzhou swordsmen seized the opportunity, sending their sword intent through the scarlet light points, instantly striking down four or five Luoshui Divine Palace disciples. A tragic wail sounded as the cultivators who fell into the blood thorns were instantly consumed, their vital energy and flesh drained to feed the growing thorns!
Despite the advantage of the blood thorns, the Buzhou swordsmen felt a chill in their hearts, their eyelids twitching wildly. The rustling sounds in their ears were indescribably eerie.
At the Chaos Tree, where the blood thorns grew. Countless roots delved into the fractured, chaotic space, clinging firmly to the Chaos Tree. The passage, once impossible to destroy, leading to the Corridor of Sins, was now devoid of demonic cultivators. Amidst the glaring red, a vast expanse of white accumulated, which upon closer inspection, was layer upon layer of piled-up white bones.
The blood thorn vines rustled. Amidst the rolling blood-red light, two blurred figures, hidden in some space within the Chaos Tree, gradually materialized, remaining in a somewhat hazy light. One cultivator wore an ornate hat and wide sleeves, his face pale and bloodless. His spiritual energy surged, and countless blood thorns passed through his body, appearing as if they grew from him. As the blood thorns relentlessly siphoned, the cultivator’s vital energy and flesh withered, leaving only a wrinkled husk clinging to his bones. However, just as he was about to perish, mysterious patterns suddenly lit up beneath his feet, and countless streams of spiritual energy poured in, regenerating his flesh and blood, providing new sustenance for the vast blood thorns.
Opposite this half-dead cultivator stood a translucent figure with white hair and red robes. Her cultivation was around the Nascent Soul stage, and her surging spiritual energy was so strange it seemed on the verge of collapsing. This was a damaged Nascent Soul avatar, with wisps of vital energy leaking out, absorbed by the greedy blood thorns. Yet, the blood thorn branches writhed, daring not to approach her, only secretly absorbing the escaping spiritual energy.
“Lo-Luo Lingfeng—” the cultivator’s teeth chattered, his eyes tinged with crimson. His past memories were scattered during each instance of body reconstruction, leaving only a few obsessions rooted in his primordial spirit that refused to dissipate, transforming into endless hatred spewed in his words. His curses and hateful words never received a response. But the cultivator was not discouraged. With his crimson eyes, he stared fixedly at the red-robed figure sitting not far away, gritting his teeth and spitting out two more hateful words.
The Nascent Soul avatar, sitting in meditation, ignored the commotion outside. A strange change occurred in her collapsing body. The vital energy that had leaked out began to retract, and the previously unstable aura suddenly stabilized, surging upward with extreme speed, breaking through the barriers that confined the avatar in an instant. A touch of color returned to her pale cheeks, and her vacant eyes became lively. A casual smile touched her lips, but her demeanor was icy, exuding a powerful pressure.
The cultivator’s teeth chattered, his hatred deepening with each word he uttered: “Luo Lingfeng—”
Luo Lingfeng stood up, her hands behind her back, her smile widening. Gazing directly at the tragic primordial spirit before her, she said lightly, “Long time no see, Father.” This cultivator imprisoned at the intersection of the Chaos Tree and the blood thorns was precisely Luo Hengjun. When she activated the ‘Sacred Heart’ in the underground spiritual vein, how could she not make some arrangements? Of course, it wasn’t to harm Luo Hengjun, but a small ‘transfer of flesh and blood’ technique, transferred to him when Luo Hengjun refined the Sacred Heart. This technique activated at a crucial moment, deceiving the eyes of Luoshui Divine Palace’s three Cavern Heaven realm cultivators and making them believe that Luo Hengjun’s vital energy had dissipated, and even his primordial spirit was destroyed. But in reality, Luo Hengjun’s primordial spirit was secretly transferred by her. When fostering the blood thorns, she forcibly split half of it to feed them. As for the remaining half, she placed a ‘perpetual life’ curse on it, subjecting him to torment far worse than having his heart pierced day after day within the blood thorns.
Luo Hengjun let out a hollow chuckle, forcing fragmented words from his throat: “De-demoness—”
Luo Lingfeng’s eyes curved into crescents as she laughed. “Father, didn’t you like the spiritual vein in Southern Continent? I’ve been channeling the spiritual energy from there to nourish your primordial spirit. It’s been so long, why haven’t you reached the Dao Fruit stage? Don’t you want to?”
The fragmented primordial spirit, upon capturing the key words, let out a beast-like roar. He charged forward angrily, but the blood thorns rooted in his body firmly hooked his newly formed flesh and blood, creating a clear tearing sound. Luo Lingfeng watched Luo Hengjun with immense satisfaction, her face etched with deep malice, mixed with a hint of regret. “I originally intended for Father to taste this torment for a hundred years, but it seems that won’t be the case now. As father and daughter, I shall grant you release. On the Yellow Springs road, oh no, Father has always detested death and does not wish to tread the Yellow Springs. Since that’s the case, I shall fulfill Father’s wish and show my filial piety!” As her words fell, she raised her hand and pointed at Luo Hengjun’s primordial spirit. The lingering, broken primordial spirit was as if sliced by countless sword lights, instantly scattering into strands of spiritual light, swept away by the blood thorns without a trace.
Luo Lingfeng’s previously joyful expression shifted slightly. A cold, evil aura emanated from her, but she quickly returned to her normal demeanor. Her divine sense spread outward to the blood thorns, and in a moment, she detected the presence of Luoshui Divine Palace disciples. Luo Lingfeng sneered coldly. The previously erratically swinging blood thorn branches now lashed out like whips, smashing the wings bearing the ‘Boundless Light Feather’ to pieces. The trapped disciples’ expressions changed, and they tried to escape, but they were no match for the blood thorns. In an instant, they were pulled into the blood thorns, becoming mere piles of white bones.
Outer perimeter of Sunset Burial Mounds.
When Daoist Wan Ling and Wen Baixian saw the sky collapse in Northern Continent, their faces instantly filled with joy. Upon receiving news that Buzhou Cavern Heaven had mobilized, they left the Wu Shi Sect and moved towards the area where the blood thorns were growing wildly. However, soon, the smile on Daoist Wan Ling’s face vanished. He could sense the shattering of the wings bearing the ‘Boundless Light Feather.’ While one or two broken wings might indicate the disciples’ defeat, the shattering of all of them was a very bad sign.
Wen Baixian frowned as he watched the blood mist surge into the sky. “What’s happening?”
Before Daoist Wan Ling could reply, a thunderous explosion erupted ahead. In the sky, beneath the blood clouds, countless dense water droplets danced, finally converging into a mighty river that spread out in all directions with unstoppable force. Its momentum was as if it would turn the world into a marsh.
“Abyssal True Water?” In a flash of lightning, a thought surged. Wen Xianren, half a step behind Daoist Wan Ling, blurted out, “How did she get here so fast? And appearing directly there.”
Jiang Huangyu speculated, “Perhaps she made arrangements here beforehand.”
Wen Xianren’s expression turned grim. Seeing the approaching vast water, he unleashed his own Cavern Heaven Dharma Manifestation, attempting to restrain the surging Abyssal True Water.
“If it’s just her, we can suppress her first,” Tang Changsheng said. But as soon as his words fell, sharp sword lights flickered and leaped across the western sky, instantly appearing a hundred miles away. Then, three lights descended, stars scattered, and the Heavenly River hung upside down. In a single breath, a phoenix Dharma Manifestation soared into the sky with a high-pitched cry. The colorful Dharma Manifestations clashed in mid-air, bringing forth a series of continuous explosions. The air currents rolled, sweeping outward with a terrifying aura that annihilated everything, causing mountains to collapse and the earth to crack, as if facing an apocalyptic catastrophe.
Daoist Wan Ling said, “Only five people came.” He would have liked to confront Luo Lingfeng to avenge his past humiliation, but considering she possessed a Dao artifact, he abandoned that idea and proceeded with the original plan. “Daoist Huangyu, Daoist Changsheng, Daoist Xianren, you three take the Luoshui Divine Palace’s Dao artifact to deal with Luo Lingfeng.”
“Dragon Lord, don’t you want revenge? This is your chance. However, you have a Dao artifact, so besides intercepting the Phoenix Lord, you also need to intercept a Buzhou swordsman.”
“Daoist Wen, you can deal with Yuan Fu Daoist. As for me, I wish to have a go at the only one who achieved Dao through the three lights, Cloud Sovereign!” With that, True Monarch Wan Ling rode a white crane and soared towards the descending three lights.
As Daoist Wan Ling moved, the remaining individuals also went towards their respective opponents, leaving only the three Cavern Heaven realm cultivators of the Luoshui Divine Palace. All three knew how troublesome Luo Lingfeng was, and even facing her alone, they were filled with caution. A few breaths later, Jiang Huangyu smiled. “If it weren’t for her, finding the Sacred Heart in the future wouldn’t require such apprehension.” Although there was no news of the Sacred Heart, they never let go of their desire for it.
Tang Changsheng snorted. “The Heavenly Dao Suppressing artifact of Cloud City is called ‘Heaven and Earth United in Chaos.’ I wonder if it turns a place into chaos or destroys heaven and earth?”
Wen Xianren’s eyes flickered. He said solemnly, “No matter what, my Luoshui Divine Palace’s Heavenly Constitution Dao Chapter perfectly restricts it.” He looked at the surging water, murmured a few incantations, and flicked his sleeve, releasing Luo Yuanshu. He knew this battle was about to begin, so he had brought Luo Yuanshu with him. If Luo Yuanshu had also reached the Cavern Heaven realm, they could activate the ‘Heavenly Constitution Dao Chapter’ at any time. Unfortunately, Luo Yuanshu had only barely reached the Nascent Soul realm, so they could only choose to unleash the ‘Heavenly Constitution Dao Chapter’ from the beginning.
Tang Changsheng said, “Fight quickly, fight decisively.”
Wen Xianren nodded at him, and from his sleeve, an ancient bronze seal, like a document, spun out, transforming into a mountain-sized object in mid-air, emitting an inexplicable power. Fierce winds howled from all directions, each surge carrying an aura of world-ending destruction. Muffled thunder rumbled and lightning crackled, as if echoing the grand display in Northern Continent, the sky in Southern Continent also began to collapse.
Luo Lingfeng, riding the waves, gazed down at Wen Xianren and the other three. A hint of surprise flickered in her eyes. “Heavenly Constitution Dao Chapter?” With a raise of her hand, three hundred and sixty drops of Abyssal True Water roared out like demonic dragons. The blood thorns behind her also surged like red dragons from a mountain, smashing unceremoniously towards the weakest cultivator, Luo Yuanshu. Wen Xianren, Jiang Huangyu, and the others naturally wouldn’t stand by and watch Luo Yuanshu be attacked! They channeled their spiritual energy, and their Dharma swords surged forward, slashing towards the blood thorns. Even with countless defensive formations on Luo Yuanshu, they couldn’t truly relax!
“Chant the incantation and activate the Heavenly Constitution Dao Chapter,” Wen Xianren instructed Luo Yuanshu, throwing him a command.
A blood-red cold glint flashed in Luo Lingfeng’s eyes. Facing the combined assault of the three, she summoned the Juexian Zither. Her fingers brushed a string, and the music, like heavenly sound, transformed into countless sharp blades that attacked the cultivators’ primordial spirits. The water tide was like a sound tide, vibrating with arcane melodies. Wen Xianren, Jiang Huangyu, and Tang Changsheng steadfastly guarded their minds, but Luo Yuanshu couldn’t withstand the pressure. His soul trembled, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Damn it!” Wen Xianren cursed. The sharp sword wind reflected his angry brows. He flicked his sleeve, and a small, exquisite golden bell descended, enveloping Luo Yuanshu. Luo Lingfeng still had the leisure to deal with Luo Yuanshu, which was a contempt for the three of them! Wen Xianren also cultivated water techniques. He channeled all his spiritual energy, and a torrent of power transformed into a crystal-clear ice wall. The freezing force, upon touching the Abyssal True Water, was not dispersed but instead engaged in a power struggle. With cracking sounds, the annoying zither music finally ceased. The moment the zither music stopped, Tang Changsheng unleashed the Yin Water Profound Thunder. In an instant, ice and water mingled, purple lightning coursing through them. The dazzling brilliance erupted, covering almost the entire firmament.
Jiang Huangyu saw that Wen Xianren and Tang Wentian still had the capacity to intercept Luo Lingfeng. He flicked his sleeve and retreated a step, using the opportunity to cast his Dharma seal. Their chosen strategy was two advance, one retreat. After a small half-hour, the Dharma seals from three families had fallen onto the ‘Heavenly Constitution Dao Chapter.’ Three-quarters of the ancient Dao chapter’s light radiated outward.
“Daoist Wen, retreat!” After unleashing a blast of spiritual energy, Tang Changsheng felt a sense of emptiness. He hurriedly took a pill and shouted at Wen Xianren. As the ice shards scattered in the sky, Tang Changsheng channeled a vast river of lightning forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Huangyu to block Luo Lingfeng.
“You are from my Luoshui Divine Palace. Why are you siding with outsiders?” Jiang Huangyu shouted angrily. “Don’t you have any regard for past affections?”
“What affections do I have with all of you?” The Dream-Shattering Sword flew out of the zither. Its cold edge cleaved through the river of lightning. Countless water tides surged, and her red sleeves fluttered. Luo Lingfeng raised her eyes to look ahead, a flicker of excited crimson light in her eyes. She said slowly, “Oh, no, starting today, we will. I shall send all of you to the eighteen levels of hell and free you from worldly suffering. Isn’t that great kindness?” A huge wave suddenly surged, overturning the half-risen water lightning. Luo Lingfeng swiftly swung her sword. Amidst the sharp, clear sword cries, countless sword energies converged in mid-air, forming a deep sword mark. Her steps were light, her movements like lightning. Amidst the intermingling spiritual energies, deafening explosions erupted. A ray of golden-red light overflowed from Luo Lingfeng’s sleeve, but her gaze caught sight of the upside-down starry river in the distance, and she retracted that ray of light. Even so, Luo Lingfeng’s aura was unstoppable. Her spiritual energy seemed inexhaustible, and the vast Abyssal True Water surged along with her sword energy.
Wen Xianren, not far away, diverted a portion of his attention to observe the battle. He felt a hint of anxiety deep down. He forced himself to calm down and channel the last Dharma seal into the Heavenly Constitution Dao Chapter. Seeing the ancient bronze Dao chapter suddenly emit dazzling golden light, Wen Xianren rejoiced and raised his voice. “It’s done!” The old, mottled markings exploded with fine sounds. The Dao chapter transformed from substance to etherealness, emitting a translucent, lustrous light. It simply floated in mid-air, exuding an arcane Dao charm that made one want to worship it.
Wen Xianren, Jiang Huangyu, and Tang Changsheng were overjoyed.
Luo Lingfeng gazed at the three before her and gave a faint smile. “What’s done?” she asked.
The earth shook, and the tides rose and fell.
In the Luoshui Divine Palace, many disciples stationed at the main sect felt disoriented and fearful.
After reciting the incantation, Wen Xianren no longer imprisoned Wen Danhua. Thus, the now-free Wen Danhua prepared to collect her treasures and quickly leave the troublesome Luoshui Divine Palace. She hadn’t told Wen Xianren about the Heavenly Mandate Talisman, but during the battle, it would likely be revealed soon. Regardless of victory or defeat, she would have no place to be buried! She actually possessed many treasures, but she still felt it wasn’t enough. Without a second thought, she rushed towards the treasure vault of Xiaohan Mountain, attempting to take more items.
The disciples of Xiaohan Mountain were bewildered and confused. Seeing Wen Danhua’s expression, they also felt the urge to flee. Fortunately, Wen Xianyi, a trusted confidant of Wen Xianren, was still in the clan territory. Upon receiving the news, he rushed over in a hurry. He stared intently at Wen Danhua, who was trying to abscond with the treasures, and let out a cold snort. He was too lazy to even curse, directly unleashing his killing move. Wen Danhua’s cultivation was comparable to Wen Xianyi’s, but if they continued to fight like this, it would likely alert many people. Her eyes widened, and she said urgently, “Wen Qing, quickly come and help me!”
Wen Qing indeed appeared as Wen Danhua’s voice fell. Her sword pierced towards Wen Xianyi with lightning speed. Wen Xianyi, caught off guard, had his flesh torn by the sharp sword energy. He roared furiously at Wen Qing. Wen Qing ignored him. She and Wen Danhua joined forces and quickly suppressed Wen Xianyi. Half an hour later, Wen Danhua flicked her sleeve, dispersing the thick smell of blood. As she said, “Hurry and take your things and leave,” she turned and headed for the treasure vault. But the moment she turned, the sword that had severed Wen Xianyi’s head pointed at Wen Danhua, piercing directly through her chest! The sword body churned, flesh and blood shattered, and countless sharp energies flowed into her limbs and bones. Wen Danhua’s aura instantly plummeted. She lowered her eyes to look at the sword tip emerging from her chest, then turned to look at the trusted Wen Qing, her eyes filled with disbelief.
“I truly don’t understand what Sister Tong did to you that you would harm her like that.”
These words made Wen Danhua suddenly understand Wen Qing’s stance. Releasing her from Xiaohan Mountain back then was not for her own good!
“You—I—” Wen Danhua spat out blood.
Wen Qing knew what she wanted to ask. She slowly drew her sword and gave a mocking smile. “You were very good to me, but you never believed in that kind of ‘good.’ Why would you expect me to be grateful?” With the blood-stained sword tip, she took the storage pouch from Wen Danhua. Wen Qing did not look at her but directly entered the vault containing the treasures. After collecting the items one by one, she raised her hand and made a gesture. Instantly, a Dharma talisman transformed into a paper crane and flew out. Before long, countless demon cultivators poured out of the Luoshui Divine Palace, sweeping through the entire water area like a storm.
Not long after, a black eagle landed in the territory of Xiaohan Mountain and transformed into a dashing beauty dressed in fitted attire. She turned her steps and met Wen Qing, who emerged from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, sword in hand. She asked urgently, “Following my master’s decree, I’ve come to migrate the people of Southern Continent to Northern Continent. But where is the item used to persuade the people to migrate?”
Wen Qing’s lips curved into a smile. She weighed the storage pouch hanging on her body. “It’s here.”