This path is not a physical one, but a kind of mysterious resonance of laws, a spiritual bridge built on her powerful martial intent and space-ti enlightennt.
Through this bridge, she has already returned to the past and exchanged with so martial prodigies, gaining invaluable insights.
So martial combat techniques that were originally lost might thus shine once again, reappearing in the human world.
Moreover, with the path of teaching, she has the opportunity to send the divine senses of those who et the conditions into the long river of ti, to comprehend the moods and even the combat techniques of martial arts strongn from different eras, and perhaps even communicate with so remaining imprints of martial arts.
The first thing she thought of was her two disciples who had been stuck in bottlenecks for years.
Their talent and temperant were both exceptional; what they lacked might be this opportunity and baptism across ti and space.
If they can enter the path of teaching, undergo the baptism of space-ti law, it would be much easier to break through the bottleneck that had trapped them for years.
The hint of joy was like the early spring sunshine on Xue Qing’s face, pausing for only a mont before it suddenly froze.
The smile that had just risen stiffened at the corners of her mouth. She abruptly raised her hand, her slender, pure white fingers trembling slightly as she retrieved two lifebound soul tokens from the void.
What she saw made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
The two jade tokens, which should have been radiantly colorful and closely linked to the disciples’ lives, had lost all their luster, dim and dull, covered in a web of cracks, and had even shattered into several pieces lying quietly in her palm, cold as ice.
These were the soul tokens of Tu Jingchuan and Gongyi Zi Yu.
The shattered tokens and extinguished souls, the outco speaks for itself.
Xue Qing slowly stood up, the pressure of the Ancestor of Martial Arts seemingly dissipated at this mont. She only felt a world spinning sensation, her legs weakening slightly, and she instinctively supported herself against the cold stone wall beside her.
She looked up in disbelief towards the stone door outside the hall, sealed for ten thousand years, her gaze penetrating the space-ti law barrier on the stone wall, seeing the scene outside.
She slowly stepped forward and pushed open the heavy door of the grand hall, which had been sealed for more than ten thousand years.
The daylight flooded in, a bit glaring, yet more dazzling than the light was the sight in front of the hall door of two graves to the left and right, as well as the two cold gravestones.
Xue Qing’s gaze instantly lost focus, staring blankly at the two graves, her breath halted.
The desolate air of late autumn enveloped the heavens and the earth, withered leaves spinning in the chilly wind, silently drifting down.
In the distance, the setting sun like blood dyed the clouds a mournful red, reflecting the endless sorrow and lant of this world.
She stepped forward one step at a ti, her steps sowhat unsteady, quietly gazing at the two gravestones, as if through the soil, seeing the cold faces of her disciples. After a long ti, she slowly raised her hand, using a void hand grip, retrieving that letter from Gongyi Zi Yu’s empty tomb.
The letter paper was slightly yellow, the ink seed not to dry, still retaining so warmth. She held the cold gravestone, slowly sat down, and unfolded the letter.
[Before Master: Disciple Ziyu, weeping blood, sincerely submits this farewell letter.]
[Now the Star Sea is overturned, the ten thousand races are at war, the heaven and earth are a furnace, all beings are coal, the Asura slaughterfield, a flesh-and-blood millstone. Brother Jingchuan, to protect martial Tao, to guard the Pavilion’s prestige, fell at the front of the battle, his steadfast heart and blood staining the Star River. This disciple traversed the nine heavy battle ruins, seeking the broken corpse at the risk of ten thousand deaths, yet his divine form has shattered, soul lamp extinguished, only a three-foot jade bone remains, unwilling to leave it in the wilderness.]
[Brother’s holand was long consud by the flas of war, the Four Seas vast, with no place to return. Thus, he was buried three zhang outside Master’s closed-door practice place. In the past, when Master caressed the top of our heads and taught us the Tao, Brother often stood by the left side; now let him guard the sect for eternity, also fulfilling the bond of serving tea to Master in life.]
[Now the war drums urge again, horns resounding, this disciple is heading to the battlefield. This departure into the vast unknown, life and death uncertain, placing this empty tomb of pause before the master’s temple, sealing this final piece within the coffin. Six thousand eons of master’s grace like a mountain, this disciple dull-witted, untalented, couldn’t comprehend the truth of space-ti, break through the shackles, failing the master’s deep expectations, thinking of it always, sha deeply.]
[eting the master was a fate cultivated in Ziyu’s hundred lifetis, even if form vanishes and Tao dissipates, this heart retains gratitude, never to be forgotten eternally.]
[Hope on the day Master breaks the barrier, the universe is clear, and the ten thousand stars return to their positions, evil demons perish, martial fortune prospers. At that ti, the disciple hopes to let the soul reside in the Star River, transforming into stars, eternally guarding the Master’s Tao, illuminating the path ahead of our Martial Pavilion.]
[Unworthy disciple, Gongyi Zi Yu.]
[Final Letter]
Reading each word of blood in the letter, the desperate and longing confessions between the lines, Xue Qing felt only waves of spasms in her heart, an extrely unfamiliar piercing pain, her gaze went void, lost in focus.
mories surged like the tide, so vivid as yesterday.
In her recollection, two doll-like children, one lively, the other honest and silent, followed behind her, calling Master in soft voices.
Past events so vivid, now it is a permanent separation by life and death.
The scalding tears finally slipped uncontrollably down her cold cheeks, dripping onto the letter, blurring the ink.
As the Ancestor of Martial Arts in one lifeti, able to shake heaven and earth, yet couldn’t protect the closest disciples beside, irrecoverable.
This kind of helplessness, for her, was enough to be bone-eroding and heart-burning.
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At the sa ti, far outside the Endless Star Domain, Chu Zheng also ended his ten-thousand-year-long seclusion.
He stepped out from that ancient array, with all his aura completely restrained, returning to the original simplicity, seemingly no different from ordinary people, only those deep eyes seed to hold the universe’s birth and demise, space-ti flowing.
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