Chen Jichuan, in a hazy state, placed Wang Yan, who was on the verge of death and could no longer speak, into the Black Fish Eye. Then, with a wave of his wide sleeve, he himself entered the White Fish Eye. A single Undying Grass fell into the array as he began chanting: "In Laojun Cave, there grows a single plant. It ages not, though it grows forever. For mortals, it is useless; for my master, it’s the Parasitic Grass. One soul hidden in the moon on the horizon, the second within the Buddhist Thunder Sound, while the third soul finds no place to rest. I ask in Eight Shadows Cave, Laojun, transform the three souls into the Three Buddhas, the seven spirits into the True Martial God. Unseen by gods and unnoticed by ghosts—when evil techniques et this, they turn to ashes. I solemnly request the Southern Dipper Six Stars, the Beidou Seven Stars. By the authority of Pharaoh Immortal Master! Urgent as commanded!"
Chen Jichuan extended a finger, and from his sleeve, dozens of Yellow Talismans turned into golden glows and flew forth.
They divided into three streams.
One stream landed on Wang Yan’s body.
Another stream fell onto the Undying Grass.
The last stream circled around Chen Jichuan himself.
Heaven and earth trembled. The three souls connected; the seven spirits transford. In a trance, Chen Jichuan seed to beco a blade of grass, swaying in the wind.
In his perception, he could ’see’ soone in front of him—a man of unparalleled handsoness sitting cross-legged. Behind him, there was a beautiful, valiant woman seated askew, though her vitality was faint.
He felt drowsy.
He felt unsettled.
Chen Jichuan steeled himself and began silently chanting again: "The azure heavens part, purple clouds open. The immortals Zhu and Li usher the soul back ho. Three souls return to their origin; seven spirits return to guard the body. The Green Emperor protects the soul; the White Emperor safeguards the spirits. The Red Emperor nurtures the essence; the Black Emperor channels the blood. The Yellow Emperor stands central, commanding. No god transgresses, no spirit defies. Living soul, co back quickly; dead soul, depart swiftly. Next ti called, co again. I solemnly request the Southern Dipper Six Stars, the Beidou Seven Stars. By the authority of Pharaoh Immortal Master! Urgent as commanded!"
He recited twelve incantations in succession.
Suddenly, the world flipped; Yin and Yang reversed. Life and death exchanged positions.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
Amid the earth-shaking reverberations, who knows how much ti had passed.
Chen Jichuan morphed back from a blade of grass into human form.
He tried to open his eyes.
His eyelids felt as heavy as if they weighed a thousand kilograms.
Summoning every ounce of effort, he managed to open them just a sliver, and before him, he saw the Undying Grass already withered. The vitality of Wang Yan, though hunched, grew increasingly robust, her Qi-Blood radiating like a rainbow.
Not even a shadow of death lingered!
Her eyelids trembled, as if attempting to open.
Chen Jichuan resolved to wait until Wang Yan opened her eyes.
But he was too exhausted.
His eyelids were too heavy.
Utterly drained in mind and spirit, he couldn’t hold on any longer, and without realizing, his eyes closed, plunging him into complete darkness.
...
Yin Yang Altar.
"Mmm~"
Wang Yan slowly opened her eyes. Her head felt foggy, her body sluggish. Shaking her head cleared her thoughts sowhat. The first thing she saw before her was the withered Undying Grass—
"Withered?"
Wang Yan felt a pang of sorrow.
This was a Spiritual Object capable of extending life by two hundred years, now wilted. A regrettable loss.
While she was lanting, her gaze fell upon the other side of the Undying Grass, seeing Chen Jichuan sitting cross-legged, his head drooping feebly.
"This—"
"What is—"
A wave of unease swept through Wang Yan’s heart.
In her anxiety, she tried to rise but found her limbs heavy, nearly stumbling.
And then, abruptly—
From within her mind, seemingly out of nowhere, an overwhelming torrent of information poured in, leaving her head splitting with pain. But she ignored the agony, imrsing her focus fully into the incoming information—
Mystical Gate Skill.
Little Four Nine Wind and Thunder Escape thod.
Five Thunders True Skill.
Taiyin Primordial Magnetic Stealth Technique.
Seven Elents Relieving Calamity Ruyi Tiangang Splitting Light Sword Technique.
Innate One Qi Demon-locking Bone-shrinking Great thod.
Blood Light Refraction Taiyin Divine Mirror Technique.
Three-in-One Indestructible Golden Light Body Protection Technique.
...
One profound Magic Skill after another etched itself deeply into her soul.
She understood all these techniques—they were the advanced laws Chen Jichuan had mastered.
Over the years, she had cultivated diligently and was fascinated by these techniques, though she had only superficially studied them, avoiding distraction from her primary path.
Now, they were all imprinted in her mind.
And following these techniques ca a ssage—
"Little Yan, when you awaken, I will already be in another world."
"A real other world, not a euphemism for death."
"I don’t know whether my choice is right, but farewell is always better than life and death..."
The ssage went on, long and heartfelt.
Sincere words conveyed through unvarnished language, explaining everything.
Wang Yan held Chen Jichuan’s lifeless body, feeling the lingering warmth, the residual essence, and read and reread the words, over and over, hearing in them his deep love, his boundless reluctance, and his carefully concealed anxiety.
Tears uncontrollably stread down her face.
Dripping onto the ground.
Only after a long ti did Wang Yan finally steady her breath and cease her weeping.
She stood up, raised her hand gently, and fixed the Yin Yang Dual Beads in the air, collecting the withered Undying Grass along with Chen Jichuan’s body.
Then she carefully stored the Yin Yang Dual Beads, holding them tightly. "Husband, rest assured. I will wait for you in the Immortal Realm!"
Her words echoed.
The Dharma Platform fell silent.
It was as if, in this world, only Wang Yan remained, alone and desolate.
...
Taixu Calendar, Year 8194.
The fifth docunted Supre in the history of Central Earth, the ’Seven-star Sword Saint’ Wang Shan, ascended to the Immortal Realm alongside his wife, ’Heavenly Tribulation Sword’ Wang Yan, at Pengshan City, Shattering the Void.
Wang Shan, being born in Qinling and having cultivated there for many years, even subjugating countless Demon Beasts in the region,
was revered by later generations as—
The Qinling Emperor!
...
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