Chapter Sixty: Madly Lost (Finale)

"Emperor-level sword intent!"
"It's actually emperor-level sword intent!"
"This kid! He destroyed all his cultivation, and in utter despair, he comprehended emperor-level sword intent. Is he planning to rely solely on this sword intent to survive in the vast primordial world? If that's the case, all our ancient machinations will go to waste!"

Master Wude stood in the void, his brows tightly knit in deep worry. "Did he discover something? Or did that Blood Demon brat give himself away?"

"If he really stops using the Blood Demon's power, what are we supposed to do then?"

"Don't fret, Fellow Daoist Wude! I've already divined the outcome. No matter how the process changes, the ending remains the same."

From the void emerged a man, both fiendish and beautiful, who spoke slowly.

"This is his fate, his burden! There's no escaping it. The Blood Demon opened the way for him, but the journey and the ending must still be his own."

Master Wude glanced at the man, smiled, and chanted a Buddhist name, "Amitofu, Longevity-Shortening Venerable. I nearly forgot about you, Lord Bamboo. Since even you say so, I’m not worried about the outcome. But those two little wives of his are about to be taken away. Should we lend him a hand, leave behind some goodwill?"

"There's no need. This is his tribulation. If we intervene, we’d be altering the heavens, changing fate, rewriting destiny! There are too many causes entangled with him—better not to touch them lightly, lest the resulting effects become troublesome. Since the ending is already set, what meaning is there for us to meddle in the process? If his path is smooth and untroubled, how will he ever face his fate?"

"Ah," Master Wude sighed, "Lord Bamboo, I've already gotten myself entangled in karma with this kid!"

"What? Tell me everything!"

After a while, Master Wude recounted in detail everything that had happened since he met Ye Wuyá.

"Hahaha! Well done, Fellow Daoist Lacking Virtue! You actually dumped the blame on that kid—hahaha! This is getting interesting. Not only that, you’ve also dragged that ancestral lady into the mess. Such audacity puts us all to shame!"

"Indeed! I've staked everything I have—my life, my fortune—on this young fellow from my hometown. One is a living ancestor who appeared a hundred thousand years ago, and the other, a scheme spanning a hundred millennia..."

"With those two things involved, Lacking Virtue is going to have the time of his life. I’d better keep my distance from him!" Bamboo Lord thought to himself, quietly moving away from Master Wude with every step.

"What are you doing, fellow Daoist?" Master Wude questioned, noticing Bamboo Lord’s actions.

"My wife has called me home for dinner. I shall take my leave!" With that, he vanished into the void.

"You faithless scoundrel! Your wife turned to dust ten thousand years ago! Where would you find a wife now? One day I’ll find your true form and whittle you into a toothpick!" Master Wude spat venomously into the emptiness.

"Haha! Fellow Daoist Lacking Virtue, may you seek your own blessings! By the way, I just divined a fortune for you—it's the worst of the worst! That ancestral lady is about to be released. If you don’t hurry and find a place to hole up, we’ll be off to witness the Emperor-Slaughtering Ceremony!"

Bamboo Lord's words drifted through the void.

"Blast you, Longevity-Shortening Venerable, why didn’t you say so earlier! It nearly scared me to death—what good does that do you?" Master Wude cursed furiously, then darted away into the void to hide himself.

Ye Wuyá slowly stood up, his whole body drenched in blood, staggering toward the old man, his lips curled in a wicked smile.

"I told you, you are not to touch them!"

"Unless you step over my corpse!"

Within Ye Wuyá's intent, the entire world was shrouded in gloom—oppressive, furious, mad, and chilling with every conceivable negative emotion.

In this dim world, cold winds howled. Countless flying swords whirled in mid-air. On the ground, Ye Wuyá—his body unable to withstand the devouring force after disintegrating—suffered an internal collapse, every meridian shattered.

Blood gushed from his wounds, making him look like a demon dragged up from the depths of hell, his blood-red hair flying wildly, adding to his ghastly visage.

All of this was enveloped in Ye Wuyá’s sword intent, crimson light surging skyward from his body.

To others, all that was visible were countless swords swirling above Ye Wuyá, as he walked toward the old man who held Ye Ruoyue and Ye Ruxue. But Ye Wuyá’s true intent was invisible to them.

A black, oppressive sky, endless flying swords, and that torrential red glow erupting from Ye Wuyá, piercing into the heavens—

This became his world, the world of Ye Wuyá, forged by his sword intent!

As more swords gathered, Ye Wuyá’s body trembled, as if bearing the weight of a colossal mountain of swords. The number of swords in the sky exceeded ten thousand already, and still they multiplied madly. The sword intent was mighty—normally a blessing. But for Ye Wuyá, whose meridians were shattered and cultivation destroyed, it was a calamity upon calamity.

His consciousness grew dim. He had barely condensed his sword intent, and already summoned so many swords, yet he could not control them!

They could not be wielded against his enemies.

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"Hmph, boy, your meridians are shattered. Without a stroke of fortune, you’ll be a cripple for life. So what if you’ve grasped an emperor-level sword intent? Do you think this alone will make me stay? I wouldn’t even stoop to killing you," the old man snorted, turning away with the two women, transforming into a streak of rainbow light and vanishing in an instant.

Ye Wuyá slapped his head, trying to regain his senses, his eyes bloodshot as he bolted after them in frenzy.

"You’re not taking them!"

"Stop, damn you!"

"I’ll take your life!"

He charged madly in pursuit, ten thousand swords following him like a rain of blades. With a gesture, the finest sword—radiating a blue, icy glow—landed in his hand. Its chill cleared his muddled mind.

He recited a sword incantation, and with a whoosh, was carried away by the sword.

Sword Dragging Technique!

He slowly retracted his sword intent, infusing it all into the blue sword that bore him aloft, which instantly blazed with dazzling, piercing light.

As if pumped with a bottle of stimulants, the sword rocketed Ye Wuyá forward, the wind roaring past his ears.

In a blink, he soared across the sky above Ling City, chasing that divine rainbow ahead.

Without the guidance of his intent, the ten thousand swords rained down on the earth below, a storm of blades glittering like icy stars.

With a series of sharp whistles, all the swords crashed into the forest below. Luckily, Ye Wuyá had not withdrawn his sword intent over Ling City, or the city would have been impaled, with catastrophic casualties.

Tree after tree was pierced and toppled with crashing thuds, the cries of frightened birds and beasts rising in alarm.

Wherever Ye Wuyá flew, the forest fell in a swath behind him like a bulldozer’s path.

With every sword lost, the pressure on his body eased, and his speed increased.

After crossing a mountain range, the swords trailing behind him fell away, no longer held by his intent, and his whole body felt an overwhelming sense of relief, as if a burden had been lifted.

Ye Wuyá accelerated again, streaking across the sky like a meteor.

The divine rainbow ahead drew closer and closer. Ye Wuyá summoned every ounce of strength, his face twisted in a ferocious snarl.

"Hmm? How has this brat caught up again? Still not giving up?"

The old man driving the rainbow sped up again, instantly widening the gap by another kilometer. The distance continued to grow.

"Ahhh!"

Ye Wuyá spat a mouthful of blood onto his sword. The red glow on the blade absorbed his blood, and the speed leapt again.

His sword intent seemed stronger than before, as though it had been enhanced by absorbing his blood.

Above, two streaks of rainbow light flashed by. Ye Wuyá’s clothes began to smolder from the speed. With his cultivation destroyed, only sword intent and disintegration were left to him.

He could no longer use spiritual power to shield himself, relying only on sheer physical endurance.

He crossed mountain after mountain, the journey seeming endless. The old man remained unhurried, but Ye Wuyá grew ever more anxious.

An hour passed. He felt his vital energy begin to wane.

As his vitality diminished, the time he could remain in his berserk corpse form shrank. Once it ended, he would have no chance of catching the old man, and Ye Ruoyue and Ye Ruxue would slip from his grasp forever.

When the berserk corpse transformation ended, he would enter a period of weakness. Without replenishment, he wouldn’t even be able to stand.

In such a vast world, finding someone was nearly impossible. If he lost them now, reclaiming them would be harder than ascending to the heavens—a sorrow to break the heart.

"Hahahaha!"

Ye Wuyá laughed madly!

Ahead, the two women, wrapped in a transparent sphere of light, floated behind the old man and slowly began to awaken.

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They found themselves inside a sphere of light, hurtling through the sky at great speed.

"Where are we?" was the first thought of Ye Ruoyue and Ye Ruxue upon awakening.

Outside the sphere was an endless sky and earth, and ahead, an old man's silhouette.

"You're awake?" the old man said without turning.

"Who are you, and where are you taking us?" Ye Ruoyue asked calmly.

"Ah! Who I am no longer matters. What matters is that there is someone who wishes to see you both one last time," he sighed. "Look behind you."

The two women, hearing this, slowly turned around.

Behind them, a figure appeared in their sight.

His clothes were tattered, his body drenched in blood, his long red hair wild and matted, his face twisted in agony—so much so that it was impossible to tell if it was pain or something else that had reduced him to such a state.

Tears fell uncontrollably from the women’s eyes, tracing down their cheeks to splash on the sphere of light.

"Yue’er!"

"Xue’er!"

Ye Wuyá, seeing the two women awake, shouted out to them.

"Ahhh!"

"Berserk corpse disintegration—turn!"

"Pu!"

He spat a mouthful of blood!

His broken, ruined body suffered another devastating blow, but in exchange, his speed soared, and in a blink, he was within ten meters of them!

Nine meters!

Eight meters!

Seven meters!

With every meter closer, Ye Wuyá spat another mouthful of blood!

"No, don’t!" the two women cried desperately, but their voices could not break through the sphere.

"You’ll die—don’t—"

"Again!"

The disintegration accelerated.

"Boom!"

Ye Wuyá's body exploded!

Blood rained from the sky!

Ye Wuyá, his face finally at peace, appeared before the sphere of light, looking gently at the two women and speaking softly.

"Foolish girls, don’t cry. Take care of yourselves. Wait for me to come for you…"

Before he could finish, his body toppled backward, falling from the sky.

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