Chapter 309

Only to draw a sorrowful period to this deep-seated affection, to let him truly see this result with his own eyes, so that in the next thirty years, at least at some moment, they could remember each other together.

But he still went mad.

The Edict Map passed down by the Immortal Lord destroyed his entire mind-spirit in an instant; the overflowing spiritual energy that had made him feel like a fish in water while painting now became a gateway for disaster. He roared, clutching his head as he fled, and thus became a slave to this Edict Map.

A madman meeting a monster—this was the last meeting of this pair of lovers.

Thus, Li Piaoqing knew where this scene before her came from—in Yi Danjun's heart, the man was no longer the way he was in the small building on that spring night; this man who had shown her the vividness of the world had instead become a loyal servant to the thing she was fleeing from.

Therefore, from the beginning, the Xi Xi Fang Tian here had never turned his gaze toward the woman beside him; he was already a humble and crazed shell. His spirituality, his intellect, and everything that constituted his mind-spirit had been occupied by that scroll. He was merely a mortal; he could resist nothing, and apart from depicting it, he could do nothing else.

He was the starting point, he was the end point; all of this together formed a cage of destiny. Yi Danjun discovered that she had never been able to escape anything.

Thus, this Heart Poison no longer had that deep intensity that would burn everything once ignited; facing such an ending, the woman had completely lost her strength of heart.

Li Piaoqing did not know if Yi Chengxin had anticipated such a result, but she knew she must have a way to deal with it.

If one Heart Poison didn't work, she would just switch to another.

This mind-spirit was already so fragile; destroying it was truly a very simple matter.

After inheriting three hundred years of Chuan Xin Zhu cultivation, a true Edict-Bearer would never be at a loss in such a situation.

But Li Piaoqing was not an Edict-Bearer.

She still had not cultivated the Candle Sword.

She only knew this unique Heart Poison carved on the sacrificial altar; now that it could not take effect, the young girl did not even know how to step out of this small building.

Everything had fallen into a desperate situation.

But Li Piaoqing still did not give up; the sight of the youth lying in a pool of blood outside still reminded her. The young girl took a deep breath and, without hesitation, ignited her last portion of Heart Poison.

Since there was no Candle Sword, then she would just have to cultivate one quickly.

But in an instant, the palpitations rising from the depths tightly gripped her soul; Li Piaoqing abruptly grabbed the pillar beside her, her face pale and bloodless.

The young girl was truly too accustomed to putting on a brave front; her long-oppressed mind-spirit was absolutely not prepared to face the final poison at this moment.

Li Piaoqing had no power to resist; she collapsed completely, and the emotions from the side of the boat at Zhuoyue Lake fully occupied her mind.

This was the only romantic experience the young girl had ever had; at this moment, its most painful parts were extracted, thickened, and intensified, surging up all at once when the young girl was at her most fragile.

At the same time, a hoarse voice also began to emerge vaguely from the depths. Li Piaoqing could not hear its content clearly; she tried hard to endure this inexplicable discomfort, concentrating her attention to try and dismantle the two sides that could constitute the Candle Sword's Heart Poison from this mass of fog, but when she reached out her hand, she could touch nothing.

At this moment, igniting the Heart Poison was indeed the only method, so the young girl chose to face it decisively. Unfortunately, determination could never determine the result; what she could not penetrate before was still obscuring her eyes now.

The building had already begun to crack; wooden pieces and beams fell one after another, withering into ash in the air. After the young girl exposed Yi Danjun's self-deception, this warm spring night building and courtyard were heading toward total collapse.

The demonic beauty from the outside world penetrated in; the viscous dark blue, the deep and vast pitch black, the withered and dead silent spring night sky were eroded and torn apart. Li Piaoqing looked up, and through the collapsed roof, the Cang Mountains where the dragon shadow wound had already pressed into her field of vision.

Above the mountain peak, those cold and indifferent golden pupils were casting down upon her.

This time, Li Piaoqing did not see coldness in them.

Thin snowflakes drifted up in the mind-spirit realm; Li Piaoqing even felt a kind of peaceful sadness.

This was originally the woman's psychedelic dream; what Li Piaoqing saw now was the true Yi Danjun.

The building turned to dust and smoke, and the blood-like dark blue flowed in; the entire region was rapidly falling completely toward the underworld.

Xi Xi Fang Tian was still standing before the table; snow had already fallen onto the scroll, and the man gradually became that disheveled, frostbitten figure.

This was his true self.

The gentle shadow of Yi Danjun shedding sorrowful tears beside him was also fading and disappearing; at the final moment, her sorrowful eyes looked deeply at the young girl.

Perhaps she, who also bore the Chuan Xin Zhu cultivation, had never been deceived, but had always held the same expectation as the young girl.

Expecting that she could help her overturn that figure sitting with golden pupils.

But everything had failed after all.

Until a slightly hoarse and powerful voice suddenly rang out: "Why didn't you let him finish painting?"

Li Piaoqing turned her head abruptly; the green-clad youth was standing beside Xi Xi Fang Tian, staring straight at the woman's figure about to dissipate in this Heart Poison with steady eyes.

The wind stopped and the snow became still; all the collapsing suddenly ceased.

"Have you really seen what this painting looked like when finished?" Pei Ye said softly. Beside him, the man who had not uttered a word from beginning to end was still using a pair of frostbitten hands, trembling as he depicted the scroll with a brush.

Through thirty days of ice and cold, his vocal cords and mouth had been frozen; he had lost all ability to speak, and his spirit had been locked in a realm of hallucination and madness; the Immortal Lord's high and distant will made him unable to do anything else.

This final ink work, left behind after three days and three nights without sleep or rest, was everything he wanted to say in the twelfth month of the Renwu year.

Yi Danjun certainly had not seen it; she only knew that he would crazily depict the Edict Map over and over again.

This painting was finally completed.

Xi Xi Fang Tian slowly raised his head and handed the painting toward the woman whose figure was gradually fading.

They had accompanied each other here for thirty years; in her mind-spirit realm, he had always been just a stiff, withered shadow whose will had been taken by the Immortal Lord. Now, this was the first time he had looked at her.

On the scroll, between two towering mountains, the dragon shadow hung down from the sky; above it was a pitch black that could not be looked at directly, and below it was a mysterious and immortal mist.

It was no longer the withered depiction of a disciple; in Xi Xi Fang Tian's hands, the spiritual energy of this painting was enough to drive the viewer mad.

And in the middle of all this, a figure stood upon the high platform, reaching out to receive this heavenly edict.

To anyone, the center of gravity of this painting should not be on this fingernail-sized back, but the painter had poured his most intense emotions into it. Exhausted in body and soul, he could not modify or delete a single stroke on this painting, but all the colors and scenery were pouring toward this gentle figure.

Just as they had been on Autumn Scenery Mountain during their first outing.

With this painting completed, Xi Xi Fang Tian's pupils shot out snake-like light, and he fell to the ground and died.

Thanks to the boss who has no strength to complain for the tip! Thanks to everyone for the tips and votes!

This chapter is not an extra update; it's one of the updates for the 19th! Because it's a small ending, it's hard to break, so I tried hard to type it out! No more talking, going to finish my winter break homework!

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