Chapter 578 - 288: The Wind Never Blew, the Flowers Never Bloomed

Chapter 578: Chapter 288: The Wind Never Blew, the Flowers Never Bloomed

In Shangguan Wentian’s memory, his father always had a rigid personality, believing that right is right and wrong is wrong, never engaging in false pretenses, and thus did not really thrive within the family.

Influenced by him, Shangguan Wentian, from a young age, judged people and things, and viewed the world with his own set of standards in his heart.

He is of a silent disposition, not very talkative, but this does not mean he cannot distinguish between good and evil.

Thus, ever since discovering the hidden darkness within the Shangguan family, Shangguan Wentian started to ponder: What can I do?

From that time, he began intentionally distancing himself from his family, especially his father who completely lacked the ability to conceal his emotions, and put all his effort into working for the family.

He believed that if he performed exceptionally enough, he would have the chance to earn the favor of those in power and the opportunity to get close to "that person."

Over the years, the plan has gone so smoothly that Shangguan Wentian almost forgot his original intent, even beginning to feel lost.

In that incident at the East Sea, he truly thought about saving the family by killing the Celestial Evil Demon Venerable, but he failed.

This failed attempt only strengthened Shangguan Wentian’s original belief, and thus he ultimately chose the path of personally killing the ancestor...

Shangguan Wentian looked at the blood-armored man in front of him, whose armor was slowly breaking apart, though that intensely dangerous blood light was gradually dissipating.

"I owe you my life."

Chu Xuan gazed calmly at the eastern sky, "You’ve already repaid it."

"Leave now; when she arrives, you won’t be able to get away."

Shangguan Wentian nodded silently, landed on the ground, scooped up a handful of soil, and then left without looking back.

...

Finally, he won, successfully slaying this lifelong enemy, yet why did it feel a bit empty?

"Pa~" Chu Xuan stood like a fragile porcelain doll, his mask crumbling piece by piece, revealing a face filled with scars.

Ji Mingyu was anxious as she rushed forward before even reaching the battlefield, sensing that the battle movements had already ceased, implying everything should be over.

What’s his condition? Could he be...

No, no, Chu Xuan won’t die! He must survive to the end!

Holding onto this mix of anxiety, worry, hope, and despair, Ji Mingyu flew desperately forward, even at the cost of her own essence blood.

From afar, seeing Chu Xuan standing on the earth, smiling at her face, Ming Yu instantly burst into tears.

Thank goodness, thank goodness, he’s alright, he’s still alive...

Ji Mingyu originally wanted to rush into Chu Xuan’s arms, but upon getting closer, she realized he was gravely injured and didn’t dare act recklessly, only stood tearfully in front of him.

Chu Xuan smiled indifferently, "How is Yiyi?"

"Saved, she was saved. Why are you so foolish," Ji Mingyu choked out.

"Then I am relieved. Ming Yu, I’m sorry."

As Chu Xuan finished speaking, "Pa~" another fragment fell off his face, revealing underneath an empty void, with no flesh, no bone, as if only a hollow humanoid shell remained.

Ji Mingyu was stunned, covering her mouth, almost unable to believe her eyes.

"Medicine, pills, I’ll feed you." She trembled, reaching into her sleeve, almost unable to hold the medicine bottle steadily.

"It’s useless," Chu Xuan said calmly, seeming already resigned to this reality.

It was said before that everyone who had used the "Descending God Technique" either went insane or died, none meeting a good end.

Chu Xuan only realized after truly using it that going insane just meant being too inept to succeed, merely glimpsing the god’s will and then going mad. In fact, those who truly succeeded had only one outcome: death, without exception.

During the previous battle, in the first half, even for two-thirds of the time, Chu Xuan was trying his best to suppress the Blood God Power, worried he would die even if victorious.

But fighting to the end, Shangguan Yu’s reckless behavior forced Chu Xuan to risk his life alongside him; better to die by his own hand than be killed by him.

If Chu Xuan had reached the pinnacle of the ninth realm, firmly suppressing the urge to transcend tribulation and ascend, he might have had a sliver of survival, but now he was only at the seventh realm.

If not for the extraordinarily resilient "Celestial Marrow" physique and "Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart," Chu Xuan would have long since died without a complete corpse, how could he possibly win this battle or hold on until now?

"No, no!" Ji Mingyu felt her heart shatter into pieces, the pain almost suffocating.

Even when Chu Xuan died in the third major battle between righteousness and evil years ago, she had never felt this desperate.

Why, why? Just as they were about to express their feelings, ready to reunite properly and enjoy their world of two, why did this suddenly happen?!

She hadn’t had the chance to reminisce with him, to visit the southern river town, the northwest prairie, the desert for sunsets, the seaside for shells, the snowy mountains for skiing, under the stars to confide in each other... or even to play music for him.

Chu Xuan stiffly, laboriously raised his right hand, in this process his body crackled, armor fragments and arm fragments falling piece by piece, yet before hitting the ground they transformed into starlight and dissipated.