Chapter 158

At this moment, who still doesn't understand? The spear-bearing youth on the high platform has cultivated to a level unmatched in ancient and modern times; even if the founder of the Orthodox Profound Heart Sect were reborn or the first holy emperor of the Yin Moon Dynasty resurrected, they would surely be defeated by him.

As the saying goes, an invincible under heaven who is about to die is still invincible, and even more dangerous.

Jinguang and Qiye successively had the Azure Dragon and Evil Dragon forge a two-in-one flying vessel.

Afterward, they each entered a tent within the camp.

Sima Saniang likewise brought the sleeping Yan Hongye into a tent.

Below the platform, in the blink of an eye only Yan Chixia and Jing Wuyuan remained.

"Liuyun, why do you put yourself through this again?"

Yan Chixia gave a bitter smile again and again: "Once Hongye awakens, she will likely never forgive herself for a lifetime."

"Then you can tell a kind lie."

Zhuang Buran casually said:

"Just say that burning oneself to the utmost is none other than practicing the Phoenix Nirvana path of life through death."

"I will transform and sublimate in death, and before long I will return to the mortal world."

"When the Profound Heart Mystic Secret is cultivated to its highest level, the move unleashed at full strength not only contains the practitioner's full bodily power but also burns away everything within the body." Yan Chixia looked solemn:

"This is fundamentally a martial art and Daoist practice of sacrificing oneself to uphold the Dao; how could Hongye believe your deceitful nonsense?"

Zhuang Buran smiled, turning his gaze to the silent Jing Wuyuan:

"Judging by your appearance, I suppose my mother is still alive in the mortal world, but these years I have been forced to avoid meeting her."

"Since you've already guessed it, why do you still cling to your own opinion and treat your life as nothing?" Jing Wuyuan could not help but ask.

Zhuang Buran shook his head and said:

"It's not because you worms are unreliable; I simply have to use my own methods to play the role of a world-saving hero."

Immediately, Sima Saniang stepped out of the tent and earnestly said to the youth on the platform:

"Liuyun, heed the teacher-wife's advice; don't keep acting on your own ideas—I have already devised a way to dispel the demonic qi of the Yin World Deep Spring."

"The Mo Xie Treasure Sword suppressed the demonic qi in the Yin World Deep Spring solely through its matchless righteous qi."

"The Orthodox Profound Heart Sect's Polar Arrows contain immense righteous qi; as long as the arrows strike the gem guarding the Mo Xie Treasure Sword, injecting one's own righteous qi, the sword can completely suppress the Yin World Deep Spring's demonic qi for the duration of an incense stick."

"If during that period we use the Divine Thunder jointly forged by the Orthodox Profound Heart Sect and the Yin Moon Dynasty, we can certainly shatter the spring's eye of the Yin World Deep Spring, thereby resolving this heavenly calamity."

She spoke with a pleading tone:

"Liuyun, just follow the teacher-wife's method; once we settle the Yin World Deep Spring matter, we'll all think of ways to help you disperse your cultivation, okay?"

"Teacher-wife, I will not die before I have fully become a world-saving hero."

Zhuang Buran's eyes were deep and far-reaching:

"In this world, the Heavenly Demon Clan were the original inhabitants; humans and demons came later, and even if the Heavenly Demon Clan has long been exterminated, they still have a day to make a comeback."

"The Heavenly Demon Star in the sky is the best proof; it is formed from the accumulated boundless resentment of the Heavenly Demon Clan, and the recent phenomenon known as the Heavenly Demon Impinging Seven Killers appears for the purpose of recreating the Heavenly Demon Paradise, giving them a chance to revive and be reborn."

"The Yin World Deep Spring is itself the condensed residual resentment of the Heavenly Demon Clan; once its accumulated demonic qi erupts, it will be an unimaginable catastrophe for all beings in the world, but for the Heavenly Demons it signifies a return to a golden age."

"Since I have already resolved to become a world-saving hero, how could I treat only the symptoms and not the root, failing to deal with the looming Heavenly Demon Star, and still call myself a savior?"

Everyone hearing this was stunned, the doubt on their faces growing deeper, truly not knowing what someone intends to do as so-called world-saving hero.

"Liuyun, what exactly do you intend to do?" Yan Chixia hurriedly said:

"Lay out all your plans, and we will pool our wisdom and strength to surely help you."

"Liuyun, what your teacher said is correct; by no means should you burden yourself with everything." Sima Saniang said sincerely:

"The teacher-wife only hopes that you and Hongye can live joyful and happy days, without worrying about right and wrong."

Jing Wuyuan said in a low voice:

Since your mother and Zhuge Qingtian fell in love, I have been wondering whether humans and demons can peacefully coexist; only after seeing you grow up safe and sound did I truly realize that humans and demons can live in harmony, growing together under the same heaven and earth.

Zhuge Liúyún, think more about your mother still in the mortal world; if she knew you sacrificed your life to become some kind of world-saving hero, the rest of her life would surely be lived in unbearable suffering.

Zhuang Buran gave a light chuckle:

Therefore, I will not die before giving you all a more satisfactory ending.

He flicked his sleeve, and the force carried by the sleeve wind made them uncontrollably enter their respective tents; then a thread of sound transmitted into them:

Before undertaking great endeavors, one should cultivate tranquil qi; please do not make a fuss, let me have a moment of quiet.

Approximately more than nine double-hours later.

Outside the camp appeared a flying vessel four to five zhang long, resembling a dark‑blue true dragon, its hull flowing with moonlight‑white and profound‑black intertwined spiritual light, its body covered with various talismanic patterns.

As the profound‑black spiritual light flourished, it instantly transformed into the form of an eight‑person sedan chair; the chair's canopy bore a fierce, vicious black‑dragon design, while the eaves and curtains were ink‑black, engraved with various blood‑colored demonic patterns.

Zhuang Buran stood on the flying vessel, his gaze lowered, looking down at the three groups below, and said lightly:

If the Seal Demon Grand Formation reaches the time it should be broken but remains unbroken, it shows that I have already suppressed the demonic qi within the Yin World Deep Spring.

In that case, within as little as three to five days or as long as ten days and a half month, heaven and earth will no longer suffer the calamity of demonic qi erupting from the Yin World Deep Spring.

"Liúyún, do you really have any confidence in this journey, able to accomplish your goal and retreat safely, preserving your life?" Sima Sanniang hurriedly said:

If you have no confidence, then you might as well use the mistress's method.

The double‑headed spear behind Zhuang Buran flew out on its own and landed before Sima Sanniang.

Mistress, the Zhuge Liúyún before you is about to die; let this spear serve as a parting gift.

After he finished saying that bewildering sentence, the flying vessel trembled slightly and shot away through the air.

"San Niang, what does Liúyún mean by these words?" Yan Chixia said, baffled:

Didn't he say he wouldn't die until the very end?

This child's thoughts are deep; I simply cannot fathom what he is thinking." Sima Sanniang lamented:

Otherwise, how could he have secretly learned the Profound Heart Subtle Marvel Manual right under Hongye's nose, knowing that this art must be practiced every day without fail, yet he managed to keep it hidden from Hongye completely?

Disciples of the Profound Heart Sect, hear the order and follow me back to camp." Jinguang suddenly said in a cold voice:

Seven Night also spoke in an icy tone:

"Belonging to the Demon Palace, follow this Holy Lord back to the camp."

Yan Chixia watched the two groups each leave, their backs turned, shaking his head and said:

"Truly, evil needs evil to grind; just now when Flow Cloud was present, Jinguang and Seven Night were so obedient, coming whenever called."

"Now that he's left, immediately we're back to a posture of righteousness and evil not being able to coexist."

"You evil big-headed ghost." Sima Saniang heavily patted Yan Chixia's back, angrily said:

"Flow Cloud is such a good child; if it weren't for you, how could things have come to this."

After saying that, she turned back to the camp to look after her still-unawakened daughter, leaving the dimly heartbroken Yan Chixia standing where she was.

Not long after, a flying vessel descended into the Absolutely Emotionless Cave of the Forgetful Forest; Zhuang Buran leapt down, walked unhurriedly into the cave.

As he step by step approached the Yin World's Dark Spring, his black hair turned white at visible speed, the mist surrounding him grew denser.

Upon arriving before the seemingly bottomless abyss of the Yin World's Dark Spring, his form became illusory and unstable, as if it would dissipate at any moment, turned into calamity ash by the boundless demonic qi.

Yet saw a long and narrow sword, a crimson-gold with red weapon floating above the spring's eye.

"The eighth limit of the self-created 'Seven Great Limits of Swallowing Heaven and Destroying Earth' can ingest the utmost yin-evil thought, command the power of calamity, naturally can also be used on oneself, drawing the utmost yin and evil power of heaven and earth as nourishment, taking another step on the Dao path."

Zhuang Buran whispered:

"Combining all I have learned with the essence of the 'Mysterious Heart Subtle and Wonderful Method', transforming the dark spring's demonic qi into nourishment, I will surely be able to cultivate the fourfold Reverse Birth."

He suddenly laughed:

"This is called the Phoenix Nirvana, the heart undying!"

Immediately, his form dissipated like mist into the spring's eye.

(End of chapter)