Chapter 615 - 615 Death Befalls All Men Alike (3)
615 Death Befalls All Men Alike (3)
The Central Continent’s Imperial City had not seen a fight in 10,000 years, but which family in the Imperial City had not seen white banners fluttering in a cemetery?
Outside the Heavenly Mystic Realm, blood stained the golden armors. Where the Red Flame Army soldiers were buried, there were shattered mountains and rivers.
Han Muye’s voice echoed, and there seemed to be whimpers between heaven and earth.
This was the sorrow of this world. It was for the countless heroes who never returned, for the countless shattered mountains and rivers.
If Xu Green Vine’s poem was sentimental, then Han Muye’s poem was as sorrowful as the world.
The dao of harming oneself could not be maintained by a grandmaster.
However, heaven and earth were in sorrow. The Half-Sage Dao Domain shook as if the Nine Heavens were crying!
At this moment, three feet away from Lu Yuzhou, green qi swirled around him. His body trembled and his eyes widened.
His Dao Domain had just been formed not long ago. Wasn’t the world that had merged with the Heavenly Mystic and turned into Dongnan County fraught with battles and broken stars?
Yan Zhenqing’s expression was solemn. He turned to look at Lu Yuzhou in confusion, then at Han Muye.
“Aren’t they brothers? Looking at it now, it seems…” Huang Tingshu turned to look at Lu Yuzhou and said in a low voice, “Old Lu’s Dao Domain is unstable…”
One line to suppress ordinary Confucian cultivators and two lines to suppress Half-Sage Confucians. Han Muye’s poem seemed to want to capture everyone by the Yongding River today with Xu Green Vine.
Qin Suyang’s eyes flickered as he stared at Han Muye.
He was very curious about Han Muye’s entire poem.
Does he want to show off his cultivation and deliberately join forces with Xu Green Vine to suppress everyone and get the Half-Sages to make a move and shock the world, or does he want to turn the tide with his words?
Before the full text was released, no one knew Han Muye’s intentions.
However, there was already a faint spiritual light surging on the bodies of a few Half-Sages at the bow of the ship.
If Han Muye’s poem really had the intention to cause trouble, they would attack.
Han Muye seemed to sense something. He turned around and chuckled, then spoke loudly.
“After all the hardships I’ve gone through, the stars around me have fallen. The mountains and rivers are shattered, and the wind is blowing. I’m like a rootless duckweed floating on the water.”
The first three lines were about Confucianism, but the last line included everyone on the immortal ship.
The women in colorful clothes cried out in sorrow.
On the third floor of the immortal ship, Yunjin and Yunduan hugged each other and cried.
In another room, the zither strings in Bai Wuhen’s hand vibrated. Her fingers slowly left, leaving behind only a sigh.
Before everyone could react, Han Muye’s voice sounded again.
“The fiasco on the beachhead made me fearful, and I felt so lonely when I was trapped.”
Life was bitter and lonely.
It was extremely sad and there was nothing to live for.
On the wooden boat, Xu Green Vine had a blank expression on his face. He turned around and saw himself standing alone. The Confucian belt in front of him was like the wind, and the pleasure boats around him were noisy.
The joys and sorrows of the world were not interlinked. Life was lonesome.
Wasn’t this kind of despair the scariest thing in life?
Xu Wei lowered his head, and the illusions on his body churned.
One step forward was death.
On the immortal ship, Qin Suyang took a deep breath as sword intent circulated around his body.
He took a step forward, and divine light surged in his eyes.
Tongue Sword Suyang.
At this moment, the only person who could break the world with a word was him, Qin Suyang.
Han Muye’s poems suppressed the Confucian cultivators, suppressed the world, and grieved the mortal world. Even Xu Green Vine could not calm down.
If the effect of Han Muye’s last poem did not reverse, Qin Suyang had to use his tongue sword to break through the world and wake everyone up.
However, when that happened, those whose Dao hearts were shattered could no longer advance in their lives.
This was the power of a grand cultivator.
A single word could decide the path of 10,000 people.
There were many great cultivators of Confucianism present today. If a hundred of them were to be cut off, it would be a disaster for Heavenly Mystic Confucianism.
Qin Suyang’s Tongue Sword broke through the world. Today’s literary conference would definitely dissipate and not be mentioned again.
Moreover, after today, the world only remembered that Han Muye had suppressed the world with a single poem.
One person and one poem.
Could it be that Han Muye had schemed just to become famous in today’s situation?
Qin Suyang narrowed his eyes.
Ahead, Han Muye’s voice sounded.
“Death, befalls, all, men, alike—”
Death!
Only death could free him!
He really wanted to use the lives of countless people to fulfill his Dao!
The sword light on Qin Suyang’s body combined with the Great Spirit and slashed down.
If he did not break through the world today, the hundreds of thousands of people present would probably die!
Breaking through the world to save everyone, but cutting off the path of countless great cultivators.
After today’s attack, Qin Suyang could no longer remain in the Imperial City.
However, he had to use this sword!
He, Qin Suyang, cultivated Confucianism and became a Half-Sage. The combination of his Confucianism and Sword Dao earned him the name of Tongue Sword. Later, he turned to the Dao of alchemy and bemoaned the world, becoming a Half-Sage of the Dao of Alchemy.
His Confucianism, Sword Dao, and Alchemy had all reached the peak of the human world.
But in the end, he was still the decisive Qin Suyang who suppressed the Eastern Sea with his tongue sword!
“Buzz!”
The sword light slashed down.
Han Muye looked up, his face expressionless.
“Let him speak.” A voice sounded from the void.
As soon as that voice sounded, the entire world seemed to freeze.
Qin Suyang’s sword also stopped in midair.
In this world, there was only one person who could fix the Half-Sage’s Sword.
Minister Wen.
Wen Mosheng.
Han Muye laughed out loud, looked up at the world in front of him, and shouted.
“When we cultivate, we cultivate our bodies, our hearts, and the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. What we seek is not to be carefree, but to live forever.
“With heaven and earth in your heart, longevity is unattainable.
“Even the Heavens and Earth are nothing more than twinkling stars in the boundless void, a speck of brilliance in the River of Time.
“The dead are like this. Life and death are fleeting. What is there to ask for in this life?”
What was there to ask for?
What was there to ask for in this life?
On the banks of the Yongding River, everyone looked up.
Han Muye stood at the bow of the ship, his hand clenched into a fist, and his voice was like metal as he shouted.
“Death comes to all men alike, but they must be worthy of history!”
“Boom!”
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled between heaven and earth.
In the boundless mountains and rivers, the sky was blue.
On the river, all the sorrow dissipated in a breath.
His impassioned and powerful words resonated, inciting people not to squander time as they would not get another life, to be intensely zealous, and to choose honor over life!
If one wasted time in the world, one would only die.
However, other than life and death, there were many other things in the world!
Death was inevitable after thousands of years of hardship. One had to leave one’s name in history.
Above the river, the long sword phantom dissipated.
A cool breeze blew past his face and ripples of light rippled. It was really good scenery.