Capítulo 1017: Chapter 830: Why Not Try Dual Cultivation
Actually, Ye Wuming exaggerated a bit… because if they didn’t pursue imdiately, it was already too late to catch up.
With Piaomiao’s strength, once she descends, she could disappear to an unknown distance in an instant, impossible to calculate the direction. Moreover, they inherently don’t belong to this world, no one can asure them, including Ye Wuming.
Ye Wuming quietly calculated for a mont, feeling quite perplexed. Just now, that was clearly Piaomiao, and she could bestow her entire power onto the man, yet no matter what, he couldn’t calculate who that man was.
This person’s strength seems almost equal to the current Human Emperor, Azure Dragon, but it’s impossible for Azure Dragon to receive such a level of support from Piaomiao. Even if willing, they couldn’t achieve such a seamless reception; it requires mutual trust and a complete openness to embrace each other’s Divine Soul. Azure Dragon is out of the question; it’s a miracle Piaomiao doesn’t ignore him…
Moreover, the intent encompassed in this person’s punch, why does it feel so much like his own…
Who could it be?
Strangely enough, no matter how he calculates, Piaomiao is still hiding in Luo River, forging swords…
Ye Wuming looked up at the stars, whispering to himself: “Not in the present, not in the past… is it a future Human Emperor…”
The two who left the Peak Era dumbfounded are now floating into a Heavenly Water stream, bobbing within, appearing like spirits on the Nether River.
Both were injured; Zhao Changhe was indeed weak, and Piaomiao hadn’t fared any better—she had temporarily given all her strength to Zhao Changhe, unable to withstand the backlash herself, and was injured as well. Fortunately, Ye Wuming’s attack lacked montum, so she quickly reclaid her power and fled with Zhao Changhe; otherwise, they might have both t their end there.
With Zhao Changhe and Piaomiao combining their efforts at this mont, they could barely withstand a single strike, and yet they were both injured…
This was the Ancient Heavenly Emperor, Ye Wuming.
A figure whose presence spanned seven or eight-tenths of posthumous legends, atop the pyramid of history, whose suppression seed not an exaggeration.
Of course, such a comparison isn’t fair, as both were physically limited at the ti; otherwise, Piaomiao alone might make Ye Wuming wary, and to kill her would require a more secure sneak attack when she was exhausted. Zhao Changhe mainly focused on Body Refining and swordplay, his Divine Soul level traditionally being a shortcoming.
Either way, this post-catastrophe survival feeling was both terrifying and exhilarating. Zhao Changhe lay floating in the river, sighing laboriously: “I never expected to actually snatch sothing from the blind person, it was worth getting beaten up, so satisfying!”
The excitent in his tone was truly genuine, and Piaomiao found it relatable, feeling quite uplifted. Regardless of whether Ye Wuming had held back, managing to snatch sothing from her hand was a feat across any epoch, and this vendetta did bring a sense of retributive satisfaction.
Especially… everyone knows Zhao Changhe has a special relationship with Ye Wuming, even appearing in Bodhisattva environnts. Piaomiao truly finds it difficult to ascertain Zhao Changhe’s inclinations between Ye Wuming and herself. But that punch was sufficient to dissipate all doubts.
He truly could go all out, helping her extract interest from Ye Wuming.
Piaomiao’s usually expressionless face broke into a rare, relaxed smile: “Why do you call her blind? What stories do you two have?”
“Uh, let’s keep it a secret for now… it’s really not important.” Zhao Changhe turned his head to see her smile: “Smile more, that’s what’s important, looks pretty.”
“…Didn’t you say you thought the demonized look was cuter?” Piaomiao imdiately retracted her smile, answering with a straight face: “So which of your words is true?”
“But this is the first ti I’ve seen you smile so happily, no comparison yet.” Zhao Changhe said: “Now that I see it, smiling still looks great.”
Piaomiao replied with a tone hinting frustration: “Smooth talker, deceived Yangyang with this?”
“I deceived Yangyang the sa way you just deceived in the Human Realm.”
Piaomiao: “?”
“It’s about being… well, it’s about feeling protected.” As Zhao Changhe spoke, he unconsciously drifted closer.
Piaomiao kicked at him: “Then go die; who would protect soone as shaless as you?”
But she couldn’t kick him away; her hand was already held.
Piaomiao tried to shake off: “Let go!”
“We’ve been holding hands all day, didn’t see you trying to let go.” Zhao Changhe finally embraced her: “Take it easy… we’re injured, let’s rest a while.”
Piaomiao didn’t struggle, letting his head rest on her shoulder. Her right hand instinctively rose as if to hold him, yet hesitated and dropped.
In a low voice, she said: “Don’t ss around…”
“Who do you take for…” Zhao Changhe looked around: “Where are we? We’re in poor shape now; it’d be ridiculous to have soone co claim our heads.”
Piaomiao replied: “This is the Heavenly River… actually, it’s the Galaxy admired from the Human Realm, materialized as this one here. In your epoch, it seems everyone hasn’t discovered this river, perhaps it has disappeared.”
Zhao Changhe felt a slight stir in his heart; speaking of this river seed quite connected to his Martial Arts’ essence, perhaps worth exploring.
Speaking of which, if there are Heavenly Soldiers here, would there be a Marshal of the Heavenly Canopy…
It seems the Star River isn’t rely the cosmic stars of his understanding; materialized in the Heavenly Realm, each has corresponding entities. Yet, at this mont, both lay quietly in the center of the river, above them stars sparkling likewise; what are these stars, nested layers?
“It might not necessarily have disappeared; there are still many places we haven’t found, even White Tiger hasn’t been found yet, perhaps related to this.” Zhao Changhe spoke, as his injuries overwheld him, his energy waning, he asked: “So is this river dangerous? Could we heal here?”
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