Decisive Battle of the Sky and Seas 4

“I understand…” Fu Lin responded in a low voice.

Perhaps from the moment he realized that only Xuan Ye could protect Huai Wen, he had already handed him over himself, unable to escape the Heavenly Emperor's gaze.

He had initially wanted to protect Huaiwen because they shared a divine destiny, but in Huaiwen, he saw his former self—pure love, born for the world. Undeniably, they fell in love during their time together.

Huaiwen saw the disappointed look on Fulin's face, but she remained silent.

Until the Heavenly Emperor arrived at the Land of Divine Mandate, breaking the silence between the two.

"Is it laughable, Heavenly Emperor? You are trampling on the hopes planted by your people," Huaiwen asked.

The Heavenly Emperor raised an eyebrow: "Hopefully... If their ruler is uneasy, what else can this land bring them? Nothing but war, calamity, and death."

As the wind blew through the wheat fields, Huaiwen, trying to calm himself, said, "You're wrong... Only when the people are at peace can the ruler be at peace."

"You are not worthy to say this to me," the Heavenly Emperor said, slightly annoyed.

“Your Highness,” Fu Lin advised, “the mistakes made a thousand years ago should not continue into the present. I am here in this wheat field, watching the sunrise and sunset, watching the wheat ripen. Only now do I understand the endless cycle of the Three Realms.”

The Heavenly Emperor lowered his head, grabbed a handful of wheat, and rubbed it in his hands. His father had once said that if the people were to support their king, they must be fed and clothed, be mindful of potential dangers even in times of peace, and understand that all the good things in life were a gift from the king.

Only by having a king who will always support them can they live a happy life in the future.

So he simply listened and put it into practice. How could he have done anything wrong?

"Only one person can remain," the Heavenly Lord said. "You will always be subordinate to me."

The wind pushed the wheat forward like a giant scythe, driving away anyone who dared to intrude into the field. Huaiwen and Fulin leaped up, and the wheat seemed to come alive, transforming into countless soldiers who relentlessly slaughtered them.

Huaiwen conjured her Clear Sword, vanquishing the wheat spirit in a few swift movements. She then flashed before the Heavenly Emperor, joining forces with Fulin to attack from both sides, forcing the Heavenly Emperor to retreat. The Heavenly Emperor transformed his scepter into a sharp sword and fought the two for over a dozen rounds.

"Your Highness, please stop," Fu Lin continued to persuade.

"This is my domain, how can I back down?" the Heavenly Emperor asked through gritted teeth.

Huaiwen slashed with his sword, demanding, "Since this is your world, why is it unknown to the world, why is no one praising you! Return the freedom of your people to your people!"

These words seemed to enrage the Heavenly Lord. He placed his sword before him, clasped his hands together, and unleashed a barrage of swords! Fu Lin stood in front of Huai Wen, who had expected to be injured by the Heavenly Lord's suppression, but to his surprise, his palm strike blocked everything.

Immediately, Fu Lin realized something and shouted, "Huai Wen! There's no Heavenly Lord's suppression here!"

Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Emperor became even angrier.

Black energy erupted from his body, his face contorted into a ferocious expression, and he roared, "No one can oppress me! I am the sole ruler of this world!"

The black mist transformed into ghostly soldiers, trampling across the wheat field, intent on destroying it and killing Fulin and Huaiwen. Fulin conjured all the deceased disciples of Fengqin Mountain over the past thousand years. They fought against each other!

The distant mountains were no longer visible, the wheat fields had been trampled, and Huaiwen stared at the scene of fighting before her. She thought, this is a tragedy, a tragedy that has lasted for more than two thousand years.

Huaiwen sighed inwardly; this was an autumn wheat field, the season for wheat harvest.

This farce should come to an end.

Huaiwen flew high into the sky, opened her arms, and the power of divine destiny unfolded with her.

The land of divine destiny began to change drastically. The wheat fields and distant mountains faded away, leaving nothing beneath their feet. An endless, shimmering golden river of stars hung high in the sky.

The Milky Way flows, and all things are renewed.

The ghostly soldiers and the disciples of Fengqin Mountain, who had materialized from their own form, ascended upwards and merged into the galaxy.

The Heavenly Emperor sensed something was wrong. His face darkened as he gripped his scepter tightly: "I will make you die by my own hand."

With a wave of his scepter, a massive circular sealing formation formed beneath the starry sky. Seeing this, Fu Lin began setting up a barrier to protect Huai Wen.

Huaiwen looked up at them, then glanced once more at the endless, flowing Milky Way. She clasped her hands together, then opened them to the sides, revealing a rolled-up scroll floating in the air.

Huaiwen reached out and drew a scroll, forming a circle around the Heavenly Emperor and Fulin. Her voice was strong and clear as she declared, "Since the Yin Kingdom left a record, then today I will record it."

As soon as he finished speaking, an endless river of stars cascaded down into a waterfall, landing on the blank scroll. Soon, writing and images began to appear on the scroll.

The Heavenly Emperor and Fu Lin looked at the inscription, which read: "Your Highness the Sleepless Crown Prince of Yin has acted recklessly in the Heavenly Sacrifice, disregarded humanity, is an unrighteous ruler and a wicked person, and has plotted to harm the king and his people. According to the laws of the Great Yin, he shall be executed."

At this moment, the Heavenly Lord's eyes turned fierce. He shouted and slammed the powerful spiral formation heavily onto Huaiwen and Fulin. However, he did not expect that Fulin, who had broken free from his control, would possess such immortal power and fight against him.

Fu Lin shouted, "Huaiwen, Master, keep him calm, and you eliminate him! Show no mercy, wipe us all out in one fell swoop."

Huaiwen did not answer directly, but said, "Your Highness... your people have asked me to bring you a gift."

As Huaiwen spoke, he conjured up the enormous stone tombstone and said sternly, "Your people want me to give you the stone tombstone that you personally crafted for them in the Fengqin Mountain Mausoleum."

Immediately, Huaiwen placed the stone tombstone into the scroll, and the written words instantly came to life. Soon, a small stone was thrown out of the scroll and hit the Heavenly Lord in the waist.

The Heavenly Emperor frowned in displeasure. He stared back at the painting and discovered that a second and a third piece of broken stone were being thrown out of the scroll one after another.

The Heavenly Emperor gritted his teeth and said, "Don't play these tricks on me!"

“But Your Highness…” Huaiwen replied with sincerity and gentleness, “this is a gift from your people to you.”

The Heavenly Emperor swung his scepter to burn the entire scroll, but stones were thrown out of the scroll one after another, interrupting his swaying motion.

This continued until the Heavenly Emperor finally lost his temper and shouted angrily, "I'll kill—"

Stones were thrown out of the scroll with a crackling sound, and soon the Heavenly Emperor was surrounded by stones, wrapped up from head to toe.

Enraged, the Heavenly Emperor unleashed golden light from the cracks in the rocks, and with a loud bang, the rocks surrounding him shattered into dust.

The Heavenly Emperor said fiercely, "You will never—"

"Thump—"

A small stone hit Tianjun on the forehead. Tianjun first looked at Huaiwen in the direction from which the stone was thrown, then raised his hand to touch his forehead. He felt that his hand was sticky and smelled a faint smell of blood.

He exclaimed, "Ah, so it hurts!"

His Highness the Crown Prince was crushed to death.

The words "The Crown Prince is dead" gleamed golden on the scroll. The waterfall, flowing like a galaxy, still moved, but a section was now empty. Fu Lin gazed at the painting, a sense of calm and tranquility he had never felt before bringing him such peace.

The crown prince died, and the Great Yin Dynasty perished forever.

Those who do evil will never have a good end.

He stroked the bamboo slip and gazed at the endless Milky Way, then slowly said, "Huaiwen, Master... should also go."

“Master…” Huaiwen murmured softly.

Fu Lin sighed, "My life... has not been good. If there is an afterlife, I will surely be like you. Huaiwen, your teacher..."

The second half of his sentence slipped away as Fu Lin faced Huai Wen's clear, bright eyes. He was a sinner, the one who instigated this calamity; he had no right, nor should he have uttered such words.

So Fu Lin changed his tune and said, "History should not be buried or hidden. The history of the Great Yin Kingdom should be known. The world must know, the world must understand, so that future generations will not repeat the same mistakes. I am a sinner of the Great Yin Kingdom, and I atone for my sins."

“Huaiwen, I am no longer worthy to call you master. It’s just that I’m a bit greedy…” Fulin smiled bitterly, “I still think that if there is an afterlife, I will greedily become your… master.”

As he finished speaking, the brush transformed into ink, flowing into the scroll. The blank spaces on the scroll were filled, and the history of the Great Yin Dynasty was finally completed. The Milky Way waterfall ceased its flow and disappeared. The scroll unfolded, and Huaiwen surveyed the history of the Great Yin Dynasty, a thousand years of love, hatred, and resentment, the rise and fall of the nation…

At the very end of the scroll, Huaiwen signed his name as the author—a citizen of the Great Yin Dynasty.

The endless starry river sings praises to the brave; the long river of history flows on, and the world of martial arts surges on. Huaiwen opens her arms; her mission is finally complete. She slowly closes her eyes, letting all of this return to nature, to history.

"Pop...pop...pop..."

Sparks flashed continuously within the circle formed by the little white figures, and the twelve stars of the Void Sea began to fall. Cang Lun, Shi Yuluo, and Jiang Liyan emerged from beneath the sea. They awoke abruptly, filled with fear and panic, but upon gazing at the vast expanse of stars and the sea, memories flooded back, and they fell silent.

Xuan Ye and Nan Zhi watched all of this unfold. Nan Zhi said sadly, "The stars have fallen, the three realms have changed, they are dead."

The fireworks inside the circle of little white figures died down, and they began a new round of dancing. They stopped as they leaped through the air above Xuan Ye. A history book appeared inside the circle, then slowly descended.

Xuan Ye reached out and caught the history book. Its heavy weight made his heart tremble. He touched the history book and whispered, "Huaiwen, you've done what you wanted to do."

Then, Xuan Ye gently opened the history book, and white light shone out from inside.

"boom--"

Everyone disappeared from the sky sea.

The old ruler has passed away, and a new ruler is about to ascend the throne, but the gods cannot elect anyone who can compare to the Heavenly Ruler. In the past, they only felt that the Heavenly Ruler set up too many examinations for the officials, that promotion was too difficult, and that too many people were exiled, but they did not think much of it.

Needless to say, Fu Lin was always gentle and refined; how could anyone have imagined his tragic life?

Then, when the story of Huaiwen, the disciple of Fulin, was mentioned, the officials were even more shocked. This mere immortal disciple was actually the savior of the world, and had even killed the Heavenly Emperor! If she were here, wouldn't she be the new Heavenly Emperor?

The group of priests was leaderless.

Some wanted to become the new ruler, but lacked the power. Others wanted to be the new ruler, but feared the same fate. In short, no matter who became the new Heavenly Ruler, the gods were dissatisfied. As a result, the gods caused a great disturbance, disrupting the peace of the Three Realms.

This caused a delay in spring in the human realm, preventing the cherry blossoms in Luofu City from blooming as scheduled. Seeing the branches bare of flowers, Xuan Ye was filled with anger and resentment, and ascended to the divine realm.

As soon as the danger was revealed, the priests fell silent.

Xuan Ye instructed, "It's springtime in the human world, and my flowers haven't bloomed yet. Would you like to come and sit in my brothel?"

The gods hurriedly shook their heads, and Xuan Ye angrily said, "Then hurry up and get to work!"

The gods were so frightened that they all returned to their places. Nan Zhi, upon hearing this, rushed over from the palace carrying a wine jar: "Ling Shan, stay and have a drink!"

Xuan Ye glared at her: "The divine realm is in such chaos, why are you doing nothing!"

“I… used to be known as a drunkard, and they were afraid I’d mess things up when I was drunk… so they removed me from the candidate list.” Nan Zhi scratched the back of her head and chuckled. “But I’m happy to have some peace and quiet, since I don’t like doing this anyway.”

Xuan Ye rolled his eyes in disdain, and Nan Zhi laughed again, "If you were a deity, you would be best suited for this position. After all, you've managed Luofu for a thousand years, you have plenty of experience. At the very least, you could teach the people here?"

"roll."

"Alright." Nan Zhi turned around, holding the wine jar, then turned back as if she had remembered something. She suggested, "By the way, there happens to be a new batch of priests ascending to immortality today. Would you like to go and take a look?"

"Whoosh—"

Before Nan Zhi could finish speaking, Xuan Ye had already disappeared. Clutching the wine jar, she quickly chased after him, saying, "Hey, don't want the wedding wine I gave you!"

The new god ascends to heaven, receiving divine blessings and becoming an immortal.

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