Chapter 375: The Heavenly Lone Star

Boom!!

The blade once again collided with the giant Buddha's palm, shattering and erupting with an unprecedented, brilliant, and daunting sharpness.

The giant Buddha palm suddenly collapsed, as if shredded by endless blade Qi.

The blade in Wudi's hand could not withstand the continuous clashes; with a "Crack!" and a trembling sound, it was immediately covered in cracks and shattered inch by inch.

In this exchange, Wudi finally reversed his disadvantage and crushed the Buddha palm, but his own blade also collapsed into fragments.

Wudi laughed aloud, as if he had completely forgotten his injuries.

His figure folded in mid-air, and he threw the broken blade in his hand into the sea without hesitation.

"Go to your death!!"

Wudi shouted, his entire body transforming into a flawless blade. Blade Qi crisscrossed and shot out, and the surface of the sea for dozens of zhang was continuously cut and healed by the blade Qi.

Following Wudi's roar, his momentum was earth-shattering, and his figure, now like a Peerless Divine Weapon, dove toward Yu Liancheng.

He transformed his body into a long blade, continuously clashing and colliding with the giant Buddha. With every strike, he carved out peerlessly sharp blade Qi, leaving crisscrossing blade marks on the giant Buddha, making its image increasingly illusory and near collapse.

And though the giant Buddha's palm force struck him, causing his whole body to sway, it was as if an invisible force was supporting him, and he remained standing, never falling.

Swish, swish, swish!!

Blade Qi crisscrossed.

Wudi's body spun wildly, and the blade Qi attacked like a landslide or tidal wave. The giant Buddha seemed to be undergoing the death of a thousand cuts, its entire body covered in blade marks, a sight too miserable to look at.

Boom!!

Wudi's figure grew faster and faster, delivering a heavy blade strike that pierced through the heart of the giant Buddha.

The giant Buddha suddenly collapsed, and the air currents surged, whipping up wave after wave of towering billows.

At the center of the giant Buddha, a black shadow let out a scream, and his figure flew straight into the ocean like a kite with a broken string.

A giant wave struck, and the man's figure was instantly swallowed by the raging sea, losing all trace.

"Hahaha! I won. I am the best in the world; I am the true Wudi."

Wudi stood upon the raging sea, letting out a crazed laugh, his expression nearly twisted.

He had finally won.

The person who had defeated his master and then defeated him had finally been beaten by him. Now he was at the peak of his life, his whole body trembling with excitement.

"Hahaha, do you see this?"

But what comes after the excitement?

Wudi's laughter gradually became desolate and lonely. The excitement, thrill, and satisfaction brought by the decisive battle would eventually end and vanish like smoke.

And with the goal of pursuing "invincibility" gone, a sense of emptiness and loneliness arose, and he felt that life was vast and devoid of any meaning.

"I am already invincible, truly invincible... how... how can I not be happy?"

And killing his wife, blinding his eyes, slaughtering Zi... could it be that the price paid in the past was only exchanged for this feeling? Just a void, loneliness, and guilt after endless excitement.

Wudi stood on the sea surface like a clay statue or stone carving, as if he could remain there until the heavens and earth were destroyed, yet the expression on his face changed incessantly.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, it turns out I was wrong all along."

He took a deep breath, and two lines of tears slowly flowed from his hollow eyes.

Everything he had done was wrong; he had embarked on a divergent path of fate from the very beginning. He said miserably, "Taozi, Wuqing, let us be reunited as a family."

He suddenly struck his own head with a palm, knelt down dejectedly, and then sank into the bottom of the sea.

In the final moment of his life, he seemed to see the morning sun rising slowly before him, a radiance reflecting in his eyes, his heart filled with harmony and peace.

"The Way of Heaven is heartless, the Way of Heaven is unjust... being heartless and unjust is indeed a path, but man is not Heaven; if Heaven had feelings, Heaven would also grow old."

On another ship, Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, watching calmly as Wudi struck his own skull to commit suicide, his heart filled with deep emotion: "If one wants to walk the path of Heaven, one must not harbor the slightest bit of emotion; otherwise, the moment one wavers, one will fall into the path of a Demon and end up with this fate."

Yunluo Gongzhu trotted up to Yu Liancheng and asked in confusion, "What exactly is going on?"

She only saw Yu Liancheng perform a technique similar to the Tathagata Palm to defeat Wudi, and then he returned to this ship.

But that Wudi seemed to have gone mad, waving his blade at the sky from time to time. Afterward, his blade momentum suddenly increased, and using his body as a blade, he slashed out countless crisscrossing blade Qi.

The blade Qi was so tyrannical that even from a distance, Yunluo Gongzhu had a terrifying feeling that she would be buried in a sea of blades.

And in the end, for some reason, Wudi's aura suddenly withered, and he committed suicide on the vast ocean.

"I just wanted to see if a person could really walk the path of being heartless and unjust to the end. Now it seems it is extremely perilous."

Yu Liancheng turned around: "Let's go, time to return. Remember, you still owe me a high-slit cheongsam."

"Pah!"

In New York City, on Fifty-third Street.

The sky was overcast, and dark clouds gathered.

This was a completely abandoned, dilapidated residential building where no one lived, save for stray cats darting out, their vertical pupils flashing with an eerie luster.

On the rooftop sat an old woman of about seventy, a greenish, tattered cloak wrapped around her entire upper body. Her hair was silver-white, and her face was decrepit, on the verge of death.

The old woman sat cross-legged on the ground. Beside her was a crystal ball, and thirteen candles were lit around it. Strangely, in the wind-swept rooftop, the candle flames were not extinguished by the gale.

"You are the Heavenly Lone Star. Your wife and children were harmed because of your fate, and your friend Lohan also died because of you. You are a jinx who burdens and harms others. If you continue to live, you will only cause more innocent people to die."

The old woman's tone was ghostly, her aged face illuminated in flickering light, feeling doubly eerie and terrifying: "Therefore, the only solution is that you must—die!!"

"Die." As this word was spoken, the tongues of fire on the thirteen candles writhed like poisonous snakes.

Standing before the old woman was a middle-aged man in a Tang suit, his face weathered. He held a sword and seemed to have been hypnotized by the old woman, believing himself to be the culprit behind all the tragedies, his expression miserable.

With a "clang," he drew his sword; the blade was crimson, like fire.

"You are destined to be lonely for life. For the sake of your friends, for your relatives, for those who care about you, you must die. This is where the great righteousness lies..." The old woman's tone carried a bewitching quality, making one unable to help but obey her words.

"That's right, I am the horrifying Heavenly Lone Star. Living in this world only makes everyone suffer." The middle-aged man's face showed pain, and he had already pressed the sword against his own vital point. The blade had already penetrated his skin and flesh, and a trace of blood seeped out.

"Hehe... cut it down, cut it down, and all pain and sin will be resolved because of it."

The old woman smiled, her smile making her already decrepit face even uglier and more hideous.

"Heh, what a load of crap about the Heavenly Lone Star. All suffering stems merely from your insufficient strength." Just then, a cold sneer rang out.