Because of the Karmic Tribulation.
It’s about to descend.
Xu Lai looked up, then at Ruan Tang, but the words of parting stuck in his throat for a long ti.
Li Shenhuang had already set off towards the Nine Kings’ Palace, alongside Great Emperor Jiu Feng.
Xu Lai also had to leave.
Before the Tribulation Thunder truly descended, he had to find the hidden Samsara Sea and enter it to find Great Emperor Tiangui.
Then.
Kill Tian Gui Yuan Yin.
And conveniently eliminate all other Emperor Realms with hidden motives against the Imperial Ruins Era and Realm Gate.
Only then can future troubles be prevented for the Immortal Domain and for his wife and children.
There was so much to do, so he had to leave early.
"Leaving again, huh..." Ruan Tang sighed softly in a murmur.
"Yes."
Xu Lai exhaled a breath of air: "I’m sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about, the greater the power, the greater the responsibility, I know."
"I’m sorry."
Xu Lai still repeated those three words.
Ruan Tang snuggled into Xu Lai’s embrace and continued to ask: "When will you be back?"
"I don’t know."
"I want an exact date."
"Uh."
Xu Lai looked at his wife in astonishnt, usually Ruan Tang wouldn’t press him so much on his return date.
Ruan Tang sat up straight, staring at Xu Lai, and said word by word: "Xu Lai, when will you co ho?"
Xu Lai could only remain silent.
Could he co back?
Xu Lai knew there was a high probability he couldn’t return, he couldn’t promise anything to Ruan Tang.
He rarely lied.
And he didn’t want to lie at their final mont of parting.
The living room fell silent for a while.
Ruan Tang pinched the flesh on Xu Lai’s waist forcefully, half smiling:
"I’ll only give you half a year... no, two months, if you’re not back in two months, I’ll remarry, you don’t want and the kids to be left destitute, right?"
"Hiss."
Xu Lai took a deep breath, not out of pain or fear, purely to go along with his wife.
"Afraid?"
"Afraid, really afraid."
"Co back early, or I’ll worry about you."
Ruan Tang lightly bit Xu Lai’s ear: "And, the remarriage thing was a lie, I’ve chosen you for this lifeti."
A warmth spread in Xu Lai’s heart.
He gave Ruan Tang a tight hug, then got up to leave: "Rember to supervise Ping’an and Yiyi’s cultivation, if they’re disobedient, let the Qingfeng Sword teach them a lesson."
"Hmph."
A haughty hum echoed from Ruan Tang’s storage space: "Be careful not to get yourself killed."
"I’m off."
Xu Lai smiled.
This ti, he would either kill or be killed.
Ruan Tang watched Xu Lai as he walked further and further away, she reached out as if wanting to grab that figure.
Ruan Tang knew.
As long as she asked him to stay, this man would certainly stay.
But she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
So her outstretched hand slowly retracted, the palm feeling cool as she looked down at a wooden sword.
The Qingfeng Sword calmly said: "Xu Qingfeng will either die at the hands of his enemies or under the Karmic Tribulation, aren’t you going to stop him?"
"I won’t stop him."
"Why not?"
"I can’t stop him."
"You can stop him, only you can stop him."
"Physically, I can, but if his heart is shackled in darkness, it will rot away bit by bit."
Ruan Tang’s hand gradually loosened, the rainwater falling from the rooftop ford a line along the eaves, dripping into her palm, feeling sowhat cool.
"..."
The Qingfeng Sword Spirit looked at the oppressive torrential rain and furrowed its dark brows.
She didn’t persuade further nor attempted to follow Xu Lai.
As the Emperor Artifact, even if not beside the Emperor Realm, as long as needed, she could instantaneously teleport over.
One person and one sword spoke no more, listening to the pitter-patter of rain, falling into a montary silence.
...
...
It was raining in East Sea City.
And raining in the Four Immortal Domains.
Except the forr was due to normal weather changes, while the latter was man-induced, and that rain was a blood rain.
Twenty days.
Li Bahuang exceeded his promise to Xu Lai, destroying seventeen Holy Lands, toppling three Dragon Veins.
At this mont.
The cultivators of the Four Immortal Domains and the major Holy Lands once again recalled the fear dominated by the Emperor Realm.
That fear was not unfamiliar because they had recently experienced it, so that fear was deeply imprinted into the depths of their souls.
"How is Li Shenhuang from eighty-seven epochs ago still alive, how could he still be alive!"
"Seal the sect gates, ignore the disciples still traveling outside, quickly... quickly!"
"It’s over, it’s over, the ancestors of our Holy Land once wrote a lirick mocking Li Shenhuang, he wouldn’t..."
"..."
In the face of the Emperor Realm, even the long-standing Holy Lands were like lambs to the slaughter, only a very few Holy Lands maintained their arrogance.
And most of these Holy Lands had once produced a Great Emperor.
"Really looking forward to how those at the Nine Kings’ Palace will react when they see us."
Great Emperor Jiu Feng stood in a luxuriously ornate white feathered robe, with a face more beautiful than a woman’s.
He stood on the back of a snow-white nine-headed phoenix, his cold voice void of any emotion.
"I look forward to it too."
Li Bahuang agreed, then shook his head: "I’ve made too much movent, so have you, they... already know."
"So they’re bound to co to stop us."
Jiu Feng tilted his head, with long hair draping over his shoulders, in that mont he was as beautiful as a fairy descending into the world.
Li Bahuang took a deep look at Jiu Feng, not averting his gaze, and instead earnestly studied for a while:
"I’ve seen many beings, you are the most beautiful."
Beautiful?
The word wasn’t exactly a complint for a male cultivator.
If another cultivator had said this, they would have been wiped out by Jiu Feng’s re thought, but not Li Shenhuang, not because they were both Emperor Realm, but due to the enlightennt on the path of cultivation from the Emperor Scripture.
A debt of scripture.
Counted as half a master.
So Jiu Feng rely smiled, perhaps because he rarely did, his smile was quite stiff.
Li Shenhuang sat cross-legged atop the Eight Desolate Cauldron, exhaled a breath: "The new Land of Reincarnation has already appeared, they can’t wait any longer. Fellow Daoists, since you’re here, why not co out and et."
"Hehe."
A chilly laugh echoed.
Li Bahuang and Jiu Feng found themselves in the center of the Four Immortal Domains, where the star domain above them shifted, revealing three different faces.
An old white-haired man.
An old black-haired woman.
A red-dressed young maiden.
Their bodies were blurry, causing nearby stars to rapidly collapse, including so inhabited stars.
"The Nine Kings’ Palace is not a place for you to trespass, withdraw imdiately," the black-haired old woman said coldly.
"It would be more proper for the true body to co, and you’re audacious with just a sliver of divine sense."
Li Bahuang didn’t even speak, Jiu Feng waved his hand, and a resounding phoenix cry rang in the sky.
Then a similarly phantom-like nine-headed nine-tailed white phoenix appeared abruptly, opening its bloody maw, wanting to devour those three figures.
"How dare you!"
"Jiu Feng, you dare!"
The white-haired elder and the red-clad maiden shouted simultaneously.
But... it was futile.
The gaping maw opened and closed, devouring the three Emperor Realm divine senses cleanly.
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