Destroying the Sect (8)
As the Red Dawn scattered and the high temperature distorted the surrounding air, Yang Wuye's body became perfectly integrated with the environment, unleashing twenty or thirty percent of his full power. This was a Celestial Warrior, altering the environment with his own strength and becoming infinitely integrated with it.
Everyone watching from afar was captivated. This was the way of martial arts, the ultimate martial arts that everyone pursued, like a god or an immortal. Hu Hansan suddenly felt nervous. In the past, he had been too ignorant and thought that being able to release internal energy at will made one a celestial martial artist. He never expected that a true celestial martial artist would be so terrifying.
On the contrary, although Zhao Yifan was captivated by Yang Wuye's martial arts, he had even more confidence in Lu Li. No one knew better than him just how arrogant the future Black Heaven Hall's overwhelming demonic power would be.
A few years later, the righteous path was barely surviving. The Southern Black Heaven Hall and the Northern Ancient Moon Hall were revered in the martial arts world. In addition, there were three other legendary masters who appeared and disappeared in the martial arts world. The remaining forces of the righteous path could only Aggregation together and bring out the secret martial arts that were originally kept hidden from others. They learned from each other and exchanged ideas, hoping to find a path to becoming a legend.
Whether the righteous path succeeded or not, Zhao Yifan didn't know, but he did know that from this day forward, the entire martial arts world would be shrouded in Black Heaven. It was precisely for this reason that he took the initiative to become Lu Li's disciple.
Even though studying the Black Heaven Secret Scroll would drive him mad, even though Lu Li was unpredictable, and even though he was more familiar with Ding Yuan, Zhao Yifan still chose Lu Li without hesitation, simply because, relatively speaking, the Black Heaven Hall suited his taste best and was the most prestigious.
"So that's how it is?" Lu Li's eyes flickered as he struggled to parry Yang Wuye's attacks. Every move Yang Wuye made stirred up high-temperature mist around him, giving Lu Li a deeper understanding of the martial arts of this world.
So Lu Li waved his hand, using all the strength of this body to temporarily force Yang Wuye back. He then unleashed his inner energy, mixed with magic, forming Three Suns Seven Stars symbol behind him, connecting with Lu Li's Shadow Dreamlands. This connection was not made by Lu Li using his authority as the Lord of Dreams, but simply by using his inner energy to link them.
In other words, anyone who cultivates the Black Heaven Scroll, as long as they have the corresponding internal energy method and with Lu Li's consent, can activate the Shadow Dreamlands. What was originally a bright daytime scene suddenly turned into an endless black mist that rose up and covered the sky.
Lu Li took a step upwards and stood in mid-air. The whole world seemed to fall into darkness, with only the Three Suns Seven Stars rising brightly in the distant sky. Zhao Yifan looked at all this with a dazed expression. This was the Black Heaven Great Art. When used at full power, the Black Heaven Descent and covered everything.
"The world has changed drastically, and you have already crossed that threshold!!" Yang Wuye's expression was one of shock, but then his gaze hardened, and he made up his mind. No matter what, the South Heaven Sect's mountain gate could not be destroyed, absolutely not.
"Explode!" Yang Wuye roared, and all the acupoints on his body exploded. The boundless red steam became another ray of light in the Black Heaven, symbolizing the hope of all the disciples of the South Heaven Sect, and rushed towards Lu Li.
Lu Li looked at Yang Wuye rushing towards him and nodded slightly in affirmation. However, the other party's attack was meaningless. Having mastered the martial arts version of the Summoning Dreamlands Projection, everything around him was now his domain.
He slightly raised his hand, then pressed down with his palm. Black light covered everything, and then the entire Black Heaven disappeared. The bright red sun reappeared in the sky, and everything in the previous Black Heaven was just an illusion.
But everything that happened in the arena told everyone that it was not an illusion. Yang Wuye fell to the ground, looking like he was seventy or eighty years old. His eyes were glazed as he stared at the stone tablet of the South Heaven Sect, his memories involuntarily flashing back.
"Little Leaf, are you going back to the mountain? I'll come find you when I have time," the girl said, her voice still clear and bright, as if she were never sad.
The young man nodded woodenly, then said with a hint of pride, "Our South Heaven Sect's mountain gate is quite magnificent. There's a large stone tablet at the gate with the three characters 'South Heaven Sect' engraved on it."
"It's your South Heaven Sect that's magnanimous, not you. What are you so proud of?" The girl seemed to see through his thoughts and teased him with a chuckle. He never thought the South Heaven Sect was magnanimous; he just didn't want to lose face in front of the girl.
Time flies, and when he saw her again, he learned that she was a genius disciple of the Passionless Valley, whose sect was a hundred times more magnificent than that of the South Heaven Sect. She was still as cheerful as ever, but he was still just a junior disciple who had accomplished nothing.
She came to the South Heaven Sect for a marriage alliance, but unfortunately, the other party wasn't him. Seeing how happy and cheerful she always seemed to be willing, he was heartbroken. He could only think about releasing a sunset for her on her wedding day. So, he practiced the South Heaven One Qi diligently, which he couldn't understand. Unexpectedly, he went astray and developed a strange internal energy.
"I don't want to marry your senior brother, let's elope." Until that day, she came to find him. It was the first time he had seen her nervously. He had always thought she would always be smiling.
Somehow, he agreed. Seeing her smile so happily, he felt it was all worth it. The two of them ran away without any preparation. Looking at the stone tablet, he thought he would never come back. Who knew that they would be caught a few days later.
The Passionless Valley disliked her and called off the marriage. On the day she was taken away, she smiled and told him that she remembered the magnificent stone tablet and that she would come back to find him. So he said he would wait for her.
Later, he redeemed himself by defeating the attacking demons and was pardoned. Only he knew that what he was protecting was never the South Heaven Sect, but the stone tablet and the promise. Later still, news of her death came from the Passionless Valley.
He didn't believe it and rushed to the Passionless Valley, only to learn that she was dead without a complete body. He still couldn't believe it; how could she be dead? She had said she would come to find him. So he began to wait, and that wait lasted for decades.
He had always been that foolish and dull boy; all his talent was for her, or for waiting for her. He originally thought he could wait forever, "Am I going to die?"
He felt reluctant to leave, because he hadn't waited for her yet. Tears blurred his vision. He didn't want to die, nor did he want the stone tablet to be destroyed. He wanted to guard the stone tablet and wait for her to come to him.
On his deathbed, he heard that clear, bright laughter. He slightly opened his eyes and saw the person he had longed for all his life. She was still the same, with a hint of trepidation, asking him, "I've come to find you. Will you take me with you?"
"You've come." He seemed to still be that awkward boy, blushing and scratching his head, saying "Okay" with a last bit of a smile on his face, before his heart stopped beating forever.
As Yang Wuye died, the Red Dawn brought about by his inner energy dissipated. He lay on the ground, one hand outstretched forward, palm closed as if grasping something, his face filled with satisfaction, as if he had grasped the most important thing in his life, something that even time and death could not make him let go of.
I had some things to do today, so the update is a bit late. This chapter was written while Xu Ming was listening to "Painting Love" on repeat. Readers can also listen to it; it's quite good.