Chapter 156: The Elderly At Twilight
l of all sorts of oddballs, claiming to be the most heroic people throughout eternity. Was I, Dugu Wudi, a renowned figure in the Taixu Fantasy Realm, supposed to tell you thatHe didn't say a word and...Jiang Wang held his breath, concentrating so intently that even his heartbeat seemed to stop.
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The seamlessly stitched invisibility cloak allows him to perfectly blend with his surroundings. Yin Guan's techniques applied to it can temporarily blind even cultivators at the Divine Realm.
However, this is not foolproof.
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Especially, what kind of existence was Song Hengjiang He became famous hundreds of years ago and was a figure from the same era as Zhuang Chengqian, the founder of the State of Zhuang.
Even if Yin Guan were here himself, he wouldn't dare say he could escape Song Hengjiang's gaze.
I don't know if it was because he had spent too much energy on the previous battlefield of Lanhe, but at this time, Song Hengjiang looked very old. He was stooped and weary.
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Walking in this underwater grotto, like all the elderly at the end of their lives, seemed especially powerless.
Or perhaps it was because there was no one around that Song Hengjiang was willing to show his age.
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The esteemed Qinghe Shui Jun, renowned for centuries past, a being at least of the Godly Realm's strength, should possess an indestructible body and unwavering cultivation until his death. His current state clearly indicates something is amiss.
He walked through the underground cave, glancing casually at the stone sarcophagi, then headed straight for the left entrance—right beside where Jiang Wang was hiding.
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As Song Hengjiang walked closer, Jiang Wang's heart beat faster and faster.
This is not an ordinary old man, but a peerless beast temporarily napping.
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A tremendous pressure hung over his heart, chilling him to the bone.
He didn't want to tie his life and death to others, but the huge power gap left him with no choice.
The difference between life and death, may be just in a blink of an eye.
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Song Hengjiang walked to the stone coffin and without stopping, quickened his pace, walking into the cave on the left.
Jiang Wang gently closed her eyes and let out a long sigh of relief in her heart.
Song Hengjiang obviously didn't think anyone would hide here, and he didn't check it too carefully. He walked straight into the cave.
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“He’s almost gone.” Jiang Yan said in Tongtian Palace, his voice laced with regret.
Jiang Wang suddenly came to his senses, hesitantly saying, "Aquatic creatures are born with longer lifespans, and he is such a powerful one... how is this possible"
Ginger Nightmare fell silent for a while, as if carefully considering before saying: “He must have suffered an irreversible injury. Back then, he was the top-ranking Divine Condensation cultivator. With his talent, he should have already ascended to the Realm of Truth long ago. The fact that he is still in the Divine Condensation realm itself speaks volumes.”
Jiang Wang guessed, "If he was truly injured in his early years by something irreversible, would raising these Yin Demons be related to his injuries"
Jiang Yan's voice was light and airy: "Who knows"
At this moment, Song Hengjiang's voice echoed in the cave within the room.
> Another year has passed.
He sighed.
He seemed to be talking to someone, his voice hoarse.
"It has already been... two hundred and eighteen years."
"Wànxī. It has already been 218 years. Are you in pain"
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“In the country of Zhuang, over two hundred years ago, was there a famous person named Wanxi” He asked Jiang Yan in Tongtian Palace.
“How would I know” Jiang Yan suddenly became very impatient.
Jiang Wang dared not move, nor relax. Feeling trapped between the two eerie blood-patterned stone sarcophagi was unbearable; it made him feel as if he were already dead.
And those bloodstains were truly twisted and wicked, corrupting the soul.
He could only focus on his hearing, listening to the sound of Song Hengjiang speaking from the cave in the inner room.
Song Hengjiang should have been talking to himself, because from beginning to end, Jiang Wang didn't hear anyone respond.
"I went back to Lan River."
That old geezer died a horrible death, and his descendants are all useless. The entire Lan River doesn't even have a single water creature worthy of standing before me. It was only thanks to Bei Gongyu stepping in that the Lan River Water府 didn't get completely destroyed.
"Heh, old man."
Song Hengjiang's voice suddenly became wistful: "Unconsciously, I've also become what people call 'old stuff'..."
> Gao Xian is very promising. He is already a real person in the world, but he is not anything special.
He disrespects the waterkind, he disrespects the ancient pacts. He forgets the promises of Zhuang Chengqian, he doesn't know himself...
“He forced me to join forces with the people of Luoguo, to launch a joint army against Yong. Do you know that He doesn't care about the Shui tribe’s hatred and their steadfastness at all. But because of you… Because of you, Wanxi, I still have hope for him.”
"Every time expectation falls through."
"I dared to take great risks, interfering in the change of royal power, to help him secure the throne. Turning around, he was not lenient towards the aquatic race."
“I hope he can be as pure and kind as you, but he’s more like Zhuang Chengqian. No, he’s even colder than Zhuang Chengqian.”
“He actually threatened me with Qingyue and Qingzhi’s lives, you know He didn't say it outright, but I could feel his coldness completely. Now the situation is beyond my control, and I can only drag this frail body of mine into another battle at Lanhe River. If you knew all this, you would be so heartbroken…”
"Is it Han Yin who drove him to this I hope so…"
Just like all elderly people, Song Hengjiang rambled on and on.
"Now Han Yin is dead. Of the old times, whether friend or foe, there are few left. On my way here just now, I thought long and hard, but couldn't come up with a single name. I don't know if it's because I'm too old, or because they died so cleanly."
“Death is nothing to be afraid of, I’ve long been prepared. I've endured for so many years, all for the sake of the Qingjiang Water Tribe. Now Qingyue has grown up and can handle many things better than I ever could. I can rest easy knowing that. The only one who worries me is Qingzhi. She’s still young and naive...”
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“In that case, Qingyue also has shortcomings. He is too proud and never bows his head. I'm afraid after I leave, Gao Xian won't tolerate him...”
But what can be done
"Finally, the day has come..."
"Ah. How does that saying go 'Death is the only fair thing,' right"
“Wànxī, as your brother, I don't know if I'm more selfish or if I love you more. Perhaps you've been in pain for many years too”
When I leave, I'll take you with me.
“That day will be here soon… very soon…”
"Do you remember the water hyacinth The day it bloomed on the surface of the water, its journey had come to an end."
Song Hengjiang spoke slowly, east one sentence, west one sentence, speaking in a disjointed manner. Like all elderly people conversing with those close to them.
He always loves to share trivial things.
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But Jiang Wang was no longer able to carefully discern the information in Song Hengjiang's rambling, because a more real and terrifying thing was already in front of him—Yin Guan couldn't invest too much power when performing the ritual on An Yi. Therefore, the methods he used had a limited time. And from that nameless green mountain all the way here, time was almost up!
Yin Guan had used the three methods bestowed upon him by An Yi's clothing once when he was observing Du Yehu in Jiujiang Xuanjia, and once when killing Dong A. This was now his last use of it.
The invisibility of the concealing garment would be practically useless against a Spirit Realm cultivator. Once the measures left by Yin Guan on the concealing garment ceased to function, he would be standing before Song Hengjiang as naked as the day he was born.
That's a death.
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There was no room for resistance.
With very little time left, Song Hengjiang was still rambling on.
That slow, drawn-out speech... it sounded almost like a funeral dirge... closing in on us irrevocably!轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！