Chapter 145#
End of Main Story
He had never been as resolute in facing death without hesitation as he was just moments ago, nor had he ever been as afraid of dying as he was now.
The final lightning tribulation would give the person undergoing it ample time to respond. When Xie Zhefeng crossed his tribulation a thousand years ago, the final strike didn’t fall until he had manifested his bone incarnation and found and eliminated his inner demon.
The barrier opened by Chunhua’s sword intent was like a mirror of infinity, reflecting the seawater. Thunder rumbled incessantly above the sky, and tribulation clouds rolled like boiling water in the mirror.
Xie Zhefeng’s spiritual power was constantly being transferred to him through the puppet mark.
An Wuxue knew it was useless.
The final lightning tribulation could not be crossed because the Heavenly Dao was incomplete; the step of the lightning strike questioning the heart could not be reached.
No matter how much spiritual power one had or how high their cultivation, one could not walk a path that was already broken.
But the immortal power flowing through his meridians at least allowed him to regain some strength.
He pushed Xie Zhefeng.
The man held him tighter and said in a muffled voice: “It’s my incompetence; I didn’t resolve the demon bone and even let Jiang Qing roam free for a thousand years, leading to today’s disaster.”
An Wuxue laughed.
Jiang Qing had lived for several thousand years, far longer than they knew. Nan He had used the Great Karmic Array to perish together with Jiang Qing, but in the end, he had miscalculated by one step. Even at their peak back then, neither of them had discovered this person’s schemes behind the scenes.
If Xie Zhefeng’s Immortal stage hadn’t become a certainty and Jiang Qing hadn’t fallen from the realm of a Turbid Immortal, they wouldn’t even have reached this step.
Xie Zhefeng had been entangled by inner demons for eight hundred years. To expect him to resolve so many impossible matters beforehand was too harsh.
He had too many words of rebuttal to say.
But he was so tired.
So he could only remain silent.
His junior brother immediately said: “The final heavenly thunder—I’ll cross it with you.”
What was the difference between that and dying together?
He had traveled back a thousand years to find Nan He and struggle against Jiang Qing, finally finding the step of removing the karma, only to drag Xie Zhefeng to perish with him under the heavenly tribulation at the end?
He opened his mouth: “I…”
An Wuxue’s words paused—his throat was full of the fishy sweetness of blood, and his voice was too raspy.
He paused for a moment before saying smoothly: “Let me look at you.”
Xie Zhefeng was stunned, and then he let go slightly.
Thunder rumbled incessantly, and the wind rustled, but all around were only the fragmented falling snow of the Guixu Sea. In the distant sky, the turbid energy of Langfeng City had dispersed, the frost and fog had vanished, and the Langfeng Sword was faintly visible.
As the master of the Langfeng sword array, he could already sense the array returning to peace.
Only he and Xie Zhefeng still stood under the tribulation clouds.
The demons in the nearby seabed had long been slain during the battle between Xie Zhefeng and Rong Ji. The barrier blocked all living beings from approaching; in the vast sea, there were only he and Xie Zhefeng.
An Wuxue raised his eyes to look at his junior brother.
He was indeed very greedy.
Before, he had been able to walk his path without regret, brave and unafraid of death. Now, thinking back to the half month he had spent with his junior brother at Luoyue Peak without any disturbance…
He was truly somewhat reluctant.
He had already died once, yet he was actually more afraid of death than in his previous life.
But…
“I am very happy,” he said with a smile.
Xie Zhefeng’s eyes were completely red.
At his brow, the snow lotus sword mark was pure white and flawless, with silver light flowing over it, as if it could reflect all things in heaven and earth.
He stared fixedly at his senior brother, blinking slowly, afraid that if he blinked, his lost-and-found senior brother would disappear before him again.
An Wuxue said to him: “I originally thought that a thousand years ago, when my golden body and jade bone were shattered and I died at the Luoyue Peak mountain gate, was my best ending. Now it is already so much better—”
“Is Senior Brother going to urge me to leave next?”
An Wuxue’s expression froze.
He said in a low voice: “This is my heavenly tribulation. If you leave before the clouds fall, you will be fine.”
“Senior Brother truly hasn’t forgiven me yet.”
An Wuxue was dazed.
Xie Zhefeng was still clutching his arm, incessantly transferring spiritual power to him.
As if with a little more spiritual power, there would be a thread of life for this impossible-to-cross heavenly tribulation.
An Wuxue’s eyelashes trembled. He lowered his eyes to hide his panic and said in a low voice: “What nonsense are you talking?”
“I have already lived through a thousand years without Senior Brother, where days felt like years and every day was hard to endure, and I never had a sweet dream at night. You won’t let me accompany you through the tribulation, to live and die together…”
Xie Zhefeng’s Adam’s apple bobbed, as if swallowing bitterness.
“Is it because you haven’t forgiven me yet, so you want me to continue living, suffering this pain for millions and millions of years?”
“You—”
An Wuxue looked slightly annoyed.
Specious reasoning.
Yet he didn’t know what to say.
Chunhua and Chuhan each floated at their sides.
Chuhan hung steadily to one side, motionless, its sword intent awe-inspiring, already pointing at the sky.
Chunhua rotated incessantly, revealing its master’s state of mind.
An Wuxue suddenly said: “…Okay.”
He agreed so readily that Xie Zhefeng was instead stunned for a moment.
“But I have just exhausted my spiritual power and now can’t even hold a sword steadily,” he said word by word. “Can Junior Brother transfer some more immortal power to me?”
Before his words fell.
Xie Zhefeng took him into his arms and lowered his head slightly.
Their lips touched.
Love triggered the puppet mark, and their souls intertwined. After leaving the demon bone, this person’s soul was clear and his spiritual power was pure. Soul power and immortal power converged toward him recklessly.
Even knowing it was useless, he still gave it his all.
…
Outside the Guixu Sea.
Pei Qian slapped the barrier An Wuxue had set up, saying in a panic: “What’s going on? Whose lightning tribulation is this?”
“The snow has stopped, the Snow Demon hasn’t been born, and the Immortal Venerable hasn’t fallen into demonhood. The Head Disciple has likely won.”
Qu Jizhi’s face was grim. “But in the Guixu Sea, the only person left who can trigger a lightning tribulation is the Head Disciple…”
“A-Xue… cough cough—”
Qi Xun staggered to the front of the barrier.
He had lost all his spiritual power, his bone structure was destroyed, he had turned white-haired in an instant, and his realm had plummeted to no different from a mortal’s.
The Thousand-Mile Talisman vibrated and flew out of Qi Xun’s spiritual pouch.
He used the last of his cultivation to open the talisman, and heard Qin Wei in Mingri City ask him anxiously: “What happened to Langfeng City? Why do I see the immortality-ascending tribulation clouds spreading for so long!? Who is crossing the tribulation!? Didn’t you say that no one can ascend to immortality now!?”
“A-Xue…”
“What—” Qin Wei was startled. “What A-Xue?”
“The person crossing the tribulation is A-Xue.”
The Thousand-Mile Talisman shuddered violently.
…
Directly beneath the tribulation clouds.
An Wuxue felt the spiritual power filling his body, while the immortal power of the man holding him grew weaker.
That man was as reluctant as he was, only letting go when the sound of thunder pressed against their ears and the heavenly thunder was about to fall.
He subconsciously raised his hand and touched the warmth remaining on his lips.
Xie Zhefeng had already raised his hand, preparing to form a seal.
He said to him: “Senior Brother, do not fear.”
No matter how unrivaled the lightning tribulation was, he would protect An Wuxue in his arms.
The seal was about to be completed, and the lightning tribulation was about to fall.
An Wuxue suddenly raised his hand, his two fingers condensing spiritual power. Taking advantage of Xie Zhefeng’s weakened state, he sealed the major acupoints of his entire body in the blink of an eye, locking away his soul power.
Xie Zhefeng was completely undefended against An Wuxue. By the time he came to his senses, he had been restrained by An Wuxue’s spiritual power and could not move.
He was dazed, his expression changing abruptly: “Senior Brother!”
An Wuxue’s fingertip lightly touched Xie Zhefeng’s snow lotus sword mark, and his other hand instantly formed a seal.
“Spending endless time having gained and then lost is indeed painful.”
There was a smile on his lips, and his voice was gentle.
“I naturally cannot bear to let you be like that…”
Xie Zhefeng already recognized what technique An Wuxue was using.
He shook his head wildly: “You promised me, you promised me you would never cast the Ruthless Curse on me again…”
His eyes were red, and in an instant his face was covered in tear tracks, as he struggled with all his might.
The lightning tribulation was about to fall.
He knew that acting with the power of an Immortal would only augment the lightning tribulation. He only planned to protect his Senior Brother and die together with him under the heavenly thunder.
Such a simple wish.
“I don’t want it,” he said in vain. “Forgetting you is worse than letting me die with you. I don’t want it…”
An Wuxue blinked slowly.
His eyes felt sore, but there were no tears.
“I did indeed promise Junior Brother.”
“If I break my promise, may I be struck by lightning and not die a good death.”
Xie Zhefeng’s pupils shook.
“See,” he said, “I haven’t broken my word.”
“Boom—”
The muffled thunder grew louder and louder.
Lightning flashed.
The fifth pillar of heaven stood to one side, and countless karmic lines spread out, silver light flowing over the sea surface, brighter than a deep-sea snow lotus and more dazzling than the morning star at dawn.
An Wuxue took a last look at Xie Zhefeng.
He could already perceive that the lightning tribulation was about to fall.
The Ruthless Curse condensed at his fingertip, ready to land on Xie Zhefeng’s soul at any moment.
He was prepared to push his junior brother away from beneath the tribulation clouds.
He just wanted one more look like this.
He met his junior brother’s pleading and despairing gaze.
Just one look.
He hurriedly withdrew his gaze, snapped his eyes shut, and was about to set the mark.
At this moment.
The karmic lines spreading out from the fifth pillar of heaven drifted out of the Guixu Sea in an instant, heading straight into Langfeng City and vanishing into the Langfeng Sword.
In an instant.
The Langfeng sword array’s patterns flowed, the array stirred up overwhelming sword intent, and the giant sword hummed and vibrated!
Beneath the sword array, the sword mound where countless masterless spiritual swords were buried sent out thousands of sword lights.
These sword lights—all headed toward the place covered by the Guixu Sea tribulation clouds!!!
The spiritual power around An Wuxue surged violently. He snapped his eyes open and met Xie Zhefeng’s gaze.
They were dazed, their expressions full of surprise.
In almost the blink of an eye.
Outside the tribulation clouds.
The white-haired Qi Xun saw the Langfeng Sword vibrate and heard Qin Wei on the other end of the transmission talisman saying: “The Mingri Sword… the Mingri Sword is moving!!!”
Zhaoshui City.
Song Buwang was sitting in meditation under the Zhaoshui Sword.
He didn’t know what was going on with the immortality-ascending lightning tribulation in the distant sky, nor did he know why the heavy snow had suddenly come and then stopped.
He had been protecting the sword array for two days and was exhausted, currently regulating his breath.
But the Zhaoshui Sword behind him suddenly emitted bursts of humming.
Beneath the giant sword, the sword mound shook violently.
He hurried to his feet. Before he could investigate, he saw countless spiritual swords that had lost their masters during the immortal disaster a thousand years ago emerging from the mound.
Thousands of sword lights soared into the sky, heading straight for Langfeng.
Beiming City.
The snow was swept clean, and the turbid energy had dispersed.
Qiao Ting was lying on top of the Dengyun Tower, hiding from Qiao Yin, looking at the pitch-black immortality-ascending tribulation clouds in the west.
“…Another immortality-ascending tribulation cloud? The one in Beiming before was due to puppets causing trouble; what’s going on with Langfeng? I wonder how Suxue and the others are—”
He paused, sat up abruptly, and turned to look back.
He saw thousands of spiritual swords and vast sword light emerging from the Beiming forty-nine sword arrays, much faster than a cultivator flying through the air, and in the blink of an eye, they had fallen into the Guixu Sea.
In just fifteen minutes.
The thousands of spiritual swords of the four seas hummed together, and countless sword lights gathered.
The Guixu Sea churned with giant waves.
The sword light cut through the wind and snow and sliced the sky.
“Boom—”
The ninth lightning tribulation fell!!!
In his daze, An Wuxue’s spiritual power hitched.
Xie Zhefeng hurriedly broke through the spiritual power seal, and his immortal power opened. He took An Wuxue into his arms.
Lightning filled the sky.
Thousands of sword lights followed one after another.
The expected pain and suffering did not come.
Their souls were not annihilated, nor were their bones shattered.
Protected in Xie Zhefeng’s arms, An Wuxue looked up amid the intertwined dazzling sword light and lightning.
The Four Seas Ten Thousand Sword Array shimmered and flowed, and the sword mounds of the four directions sent out ten thousand streaks of sword light.
Zhaoshui, Mingri, Langfeng, Beiming.
Four giant swords pierced the sky, replacing the power of the pillars and communicating with the pillar of karma.
They were set up by An Wuxue.
They were An Wuxue’s “swords.”
They… could resist the heavenly tribulation together with him!
Xie Zhefeng, holding An Wuxue in his arms with his immortal power, was counted by the heavenly tribulation as being part of the crosser.
The power of this lightning tribulation was even greater than any of the strikes over the past few thousand years.
But heaven and earth crossed the tribulation for them. The lightning was dazzling, yet not a single bit could fall on An Wuxue.
Xie Zhefeng held him tightly.
After an unknown amount of time.
The vast sea area suddenly returned to peace.
The light stopped abruptly.
The ten thousand swords of the four seas and the five pillars of heaven had actually blocked the impossible-to-cross tribulation for An Wuxue!
The lightning tribulation was over.
He heard his junior brother say to him: “Senior Brother, the tribulation… is over.”
The tribulation was over.
He hadn’t died.
He… had ascended.
He had ascended!?
In his daze, An Wuxue caught sight of Xie Zhefeng looking at him with tears at the corners of his eyes.
“…What are you crying for?” He raised his hand, wanting to touch the man’s face. “Aren’t we still alive?”
But the other party caught his wrist first.
Clutching it tightly.
The tribulation clouds receded.
An Wuxue achieved the peak of the Path of Floating Life, and the Heavenly Dao bestowed its blessing.
The fifth pillar of heaven completely vanished into the vastness, and the karmic lines dispersed. Yet with his golden body and jade bone communicating with the Heavenly Dao, An Wuxue felt the world’s karma was all before his eyes.
The puppet mark on his arm dissolved on its own, and boundless immortal power filled his meridians.
Countless spiritual swords were struck down by the lightning tribulation, falling like a rain of swords, crashing into the vast sea and stirring up ripples of water.
Countless snow lotus petals drifted over, condensing into a pure white halo that entered Xie Zhefeng’s body from all directions.
He was also under the heavenly tribulation.
Having successfully crossed the tribulation, the Heavenly Dao brought him blessings.
He was born in Langfeng Guixu, in the endless deep sea where snow lotuses drifted.
Thousands of snow lotuses from the Guixu Sea gathered to give him a body.
The dark clouds on the horizon dispersed, immortal cranes cried out in unison, spiritual beasts howled, and the waves swayed gently.
Crimson clouds lazily stretched out from the Guixu Sea, spreading for millions of miles.
Both worlds witnessed this vast immortal path.
Nearby cultivators were finally able to approach.
An Wuxue heard someone shouting.
“Immortal Venerable!! Head Disciple!!!!”
An Wuxue looked over: “Someone is looking—”
The person beside him suddenly swept him up by the waist. Boundless immortal power flowed, and in the blink of an eye, he was brought onto the spiritual boat already floating above the clouds.
Pei Qian subsequently landed on the floating ice where they had been, looking around blankly and saying: “Where are they? Weren’t they just standing here?”
Above the sky clouds, within the spiritual boat.
An Wuxue only felt the world spinning. By the time he came to his senses, that man had already pressed up against him.
The boat was small, and he had nowhere to run. He shouted in embarrassment: “Xie Chuhan!”
That person lightly bit his earlobe.
An Wuxue shuddered, and his ears instantly turned red, the color spreading to his cheeks and neck: “…What are you doing?”
“Settling accounts,” the man’s voice was low and raspy.
“What accounts…?”
“Senior Brother wanted to cast the Ruthless Curse on me.”
An Wuxue was stunned. He looked away, avoiding the man’s warm breath, and said guiltily: “I didn’t succeed…”
His little junior brother pulled him into his arms and said in a low voice: “It seems that having Senior Brother make promises is useless. It’s better to make Senior Brother not dare to do it again.”
“What do you mean—mm!!!”
…
Several months later.
An immortal crane folded its wings and landed before the gate of the Frost Sea.
Yun Wan jumped off the crane’s back and came to the Frost Sea gate. Instead of ringing the worn soul bell, she sent out a transmission talisman.
Before long, Immortal Venerable Chuhan walked out, dressed in a white robe with his hair tied in a jade crown.
Even among Tribulation stage cultivators, he was still considered young, not to mention the Immortal stage.
Walking out with such measured steps, at first glance he looked like a noble young master from the mortal world who had wandered into an immortal realm.
Yun Wan hurried to bow and say: “Immortal Venerable.”
She muttered in her heart: The Immortal Venerable again.
Ever since the Head Disciple had ascended and returned to Luoyue Peak, because of her relationship with the Frost Sea and An Wuxue, some important matters were given to her to relay.
But whenever she had something to report, she only saw the Immortal Venerable, never the Head Disciple.
“What is it?” Xie Zhefeng’s expression was indifferent.
She mentioned several important matters, including the issue of Immortal Venerable Nan He.
She asked: “A few months ago there was a worldwide snowstorm, and the Snow Demon appeared in Langfeng City. After the matter ended mysteriously, the two worlds do not know the truth behind it. Many immortal sects are asking Luoyue Peak about this.”
With a wave of his hand, Xie Zhefeng instantly carved the truth of those years onto a jade slip and handed it to Yun Wan.
“Enter this jade slip into the Luoyue library. From now on, if any immortal sect or cultivator comes to ask, carve a copy of the contents of this jade slip for them.”
Yun Wan took it and was about to say “yes.”
But with just a glance at the contents of the jade slip, she saw words like “Immortal Venerable Nan He,” “breaking the path and breaking the sword,” “trouble originating in Beiming,” “Fetal Spirit tribe,” and “demon bone.”
She was startled and almost failed to hold the jade slip steadily, hurrying to kneel: “Immortal Venerable!”
“What are you afraid of?”
“Th-this, in here, it involves the Immortal Venerable and Sword Venerable Nan He… For over a thousand years, it has been widely circulated in both worlds that Sword Venerable Nan He gave his life to save the common people, which is Luoyue’s merit. Yet the contents of the jade slip are…”
She clutched the jade slip and kowtowed. “This disciple does not dare to spread this jade slip…”
Xie Zhefeng’s expression remained cold.
“What is there to not dare?” he asked.
Yun Wan was silent.
The Immortal Venerable Chuhan’s voice was neither fast nor slow, composed and steady: “Be it merit or fault, face it calmly. Letting the common people know the truth of those years, not wronging innocent people, and not hiding the crimes that brought disaster to the world—that is Luoyue’s true merit and the responsibility of a great sect.”
Yun Wan’s heart shook, and she was suddenly enlightened.
“This disciple understands. I will hand the jade slip to the peak master and elders in charge of the Luoyue library.”
She kowtowed again, thanking Xie Zhefeng for his guidance, then stood up and handed over an ordinary jade slip, saying: “There is one last thing—the Head Disciple’s ascension banquet. This is the newly drafted list of immortal sects and some items needed for the banquet. I was sent by the senior brothers and sisters to see if the Head Disciple would like to look it over.”
The Immortal Venerable Xie, who just moments ago hadn’t changed his expression when discussing matters of the common people, actually had his eyebrows move slightly as he impatiently drew the jade slip from her hand into his palm.
“I understand,” he turned and walked inside. “You may go back.”
Yun Wan realized her hand was empty. She raised her eyes to see the white-clad figure vanishing into the Frost Sea. The barrier fell, and the Immortal Venerable Chuhan was gone just like that.
Yun Wan: “…”
…
Inside the Frost Sea.
Holding the jade slip, Xie Zhefeng headed straight for An Wuxue’s bedroom.
A barrier still enveloped the bedroom.
Kunkun was playing outside the door, darting back and forth across the barrier without being hindered.
The barrier didn’t block Kunkun, didn’t block sound, and didn’t even block the gentle wind or frost and snow. It’s just that…
He raised his hand and lightly touched the barrier with his fingertip. In an instant, he was bounced back by the barrier.
Xie Zhefeng: “…”
—It only blocked him.
Kunkun passed by him, looked at him, its round eyes rolling.
The little miasma beast returned to the room through the crack in the door without looking back.
Only Xie Zhefeng remained standing outside the barrier.
The barrier An Wuxue had set up, he used to be able to break it easily but didn’t dare to.
Now that he wanted to break it, he couldn’t do it easily—An Wuxue had also ascended.
He had to say obediently from outside the room: “Senior Brother, Yun Wan has brought some lists needed for your ascension banquet. Shall I bring them in for you?”
A clear voice came from inside: “Kunkun, help me bring them in.”
The white ball flew out of the door and snatched the jade slip from Xie Zhefeng’s hand.
Xie Zhefeng pulled a popsicle from his spiritual pouch and stuffed it to the beast.
The little guy accepted his bribe, swallowed the popsicle, and wagged its tail.
“Wu.”
Powerless to help.
Xie Zhefeng: “…”
He could only watch as Kunkun brought the jade slip into the barrier and then into the room.
“Senior Brother,” the Immortal Venerable said pitifully, “I haven’t seen Senior Brother for several months.”
“Oh? And so what?”
“If Senior Brother is still angry with me, you can hit me or scold me, just let me into the room, okay?”
“I won’t do that. If I offend the Immortal Venerable again, I don’t know if he will hold a grudge again and look to settle accounts with me.”
Xie Zhefeng: “…”
But…
Surviving a disaster, when his senior brother was on the spiritual boat and hadn’t yet regained his composure, revealing the fluster only a youth has… those looks were truly… truly unforgettable.
He had only subconsciously considered it for a moment when An Wuxue’s angry voice came from inside: “You are thinking about improper things again!!”
Xie Zhefeng was caught red-handed and was about to argue.
“Bang—”
The door closed, not leaving even the slightest crack.
The barrier suddenly expanded outward, pushing Xie Zhefeng several zhang further out.
In the past few months, the Immortal Venerable Xie had not only failed to take a step into the room, but had also had the barrier’s range expanded four times.
Four times.
He was now standing directly outside the courtyard.
He stood outside the courtyard with a long face, pondering for a long time.
This time, he simply didn’t leave.
He didn’t care at all that his white clothes were stained. He sat down before An Wuxue’s courtyard gate and took out many tools bought from the mortal world from his spiritual pouch.
—He just started making lanterns like that.
As he sat, he talked to himself: “I remember the first time Senior Brother took me down to the mortal world. The place we went was still very chaotic, with no luxury. But there was a mortal girl who kept a tabby kitten. You said that kitten’s face looked just like Kunkun’s and you liked it very much…”
As he spoke, the hand that held a sword now held a brush and a carving knife, focused on manipulating the tools in his hand.
After a long time, a lifelike kitten lantern was hung on the courtyard gate.
Xie Zhefeng, however, continued to sit down.
“The second time I saw lanterns was inside a small immortal sect. There were many mortals in that sect, and with the protection of immortal cultivators, it was somewhat peaceful. The lantern styles were beautiful; Senior Brother stared at an octagonal lantern for a long time…”
“The third time was the night market at the foot of Luoyue Peak. Senior Brother took me and a group of junior brothers and sisters. You took a fancy to a lotus lantern, but you didn’t want the junior brothers and sisters to see that you liked lanterns, so you hesitated for a long time and didn’t buy it…”
“The fourth time seemed to be at the Lihuo Sect…”
“第五次……”
“…”
One lantern after another was hung outside the courtyard.
At some point, night fell on the Frost Sea.
The lanterns lit up, swaying with the wind, casting layers of halo.
Xie Zhefeng held the Chuhan sword and leaned against the courtyard gate, looking up at the flickering lanterns, and said loudly: “The wind is strong on the Frost Sea and the night is cold; I wonder if these lanterns will be frozen…”
There was still no movement inside the courtyard.
As he worked, he gradually grew sleepy and was about to fall asleep.
“Creak—”
The sound of a door opening came along with the sound of approaching footsteps.
He was startled and looked back with hope, only to see the youth in plain clothes take down a snow-white lotus lantern from the long pine and turn to walk back.
Xie Zhefeng looked disappointed.
The person returning to the room, however, stopped before the door.
A tone as gentle as a whisper in the ear came with the light wind, brushing his cheek and entering his ear.
“…I’ve withdrawn the barrier, yet I don’t see you coming in.”
Xie Zhefeng’s eyes lit up.
Another gust of wind.
“Bang—”
The door closed again.
But there was no longer any figure outside.
The bright moon hung above the long pine, and the floating island held the only moonlight of the entire Luoyue Peak.
Layers of mountains lay quietly upon the earth. Before the Luoyue mountain gate, the eternal lamps flickered. Ten thousand zhang of stone steps led into the mountain forest, stopping before the sword-grinding stone.
Upon the sword stone were various sword marks, all from the successive sword immortals of Luoyue Peak.
Birds and beasts wandered in the river of stars, and a thousand winds roamed beyond the layered clouds.
The mountains and rivers have long been at peace, and there is no snow in the world.
-End of Main Story-