This life ends with such hatred.
In the second life, Ye Xuan was born into a complete family. He was no longer the fallen Martial God, nor did he carry deep feuds. His father, Ye Xiao, was not dead but instead the number one Swordsman of the Great Xia Kingdom, vigorous and spirited. Under his leadership, the Ye family was thriving and prosperous.
His mother, Su Ying, hid her identity. No one knew her true identity.
Ye Xuan was born with an astounding talent, gradually rising to fa in the Great Xia Kingdom, making a na for himself, still the number one genius in the Tiannan Region.
Inheriting his father’s glory, he enjoyed applause and honor. But ultimately, his cultivation stopped at the Martial Sect Peak.
He did not et Ling Qianxue, and Nangong Yao had not yet grown up.
As his lifespan reached its limit, he lay in a coffin, under the sorrowful and reverent gaze of countless family mbers of the Ye family. At the mont his vision turned dark, he faintly felt that he seed to have lost sothing most important.
The third life.
Ye Xuan encountered Ling Qianxue, but unfortunately, they only had a fleeting encounter and did not end up together.
Reincarnation, life after life, seed endless. Ye Xuan’s consciousness was trapped in that cycle, unable to find his true self.
Whether it was happiness and beauty or dying midway, whether ascending to glory or being despised, he spent one life after another like a walking corpse. Only when life reached its end could he feel that he still hadn’t found sothing, and he hadn’t found his true self either.
It was like a death loop.
At this mont, Qian You and Hei Yu had solemn expressions as they watched Ye Xuan enveloped by divine light. This situation for Ye Xuan had lasted for eight days.
"Eight days have passed. This Divine Tribulation is indeed difficult to tackle."
Hei Yu looked at Ye Xuan; the Divine Tribulation was no small matter. A slight misstep could an never transcending beyond.
This ti, Ye Xuan was embroiled in the Divine Tribulation, with uncertain outcos.
"We’ll see if he can break free from this calamity. Moreover, he probably doesn’t know that the Thunder Clan has already targeted his family in Light City." Qian You couldn’t help but furrow his brow.
"The Thunder Clan are truly despicable, resorting to such tactics," Hei Yu shook his head, "Ye Xuan has done a favor for our clan; we can’t just watch his family being taken by the Thunder Clan."
"Indeed. I’ve already inford the Dragon Clan through various ans, and they are temporarily safeguarding Ye Xuan’s family. But under the pressure of the five great clans, one Dragon Clan alone is unlikely to withstand."
"Yet, we cannot act recklessly. For now, we can only help in secret; otherwise, provoking the entire Ancient World will be even more detrintal to Ye Xuan’s family."
"That’s reasonable. But going on like this is not a solution. I hope Ye Xuan can quickly get through this Divine Tribulation. If successful, he will undoubtedly erge stronger than ordinary Martial Emperor Realm powerhouses."
Hei Yu’s eyes held a hint of anticipation. Although Ye Xuan’s situation was very dangerous now, it wasn’t absolute. Opportunities lie within crises. As long as Ye Xuan can overco the crisis and seize the chance, he will surely soar.
Now, all they can do is to protect Ye Xuan’s family as best as they can. If Ye Xuan remains unconscious for a long ti, the consequences will be unimaginable.
...
anwhile, Ye Xuan was still caught in reincarnation, having passed through eight cycles.
Reaching the ninth cycle of reincarnation, it’s the most crucial link. This cycle will determine whether Ye Xuan forever lingers on the edge of destiny or successfully breaks the reincarnation, transcending into divinity.
diocrity, exceptionalism, poverty, suffering... Ye Xuan had experienced eight life and death cycles; if it were an ordinary person, they would’ve already beco a plaything of fate, a subsidiary of the Heavenly Dao, having long lost their own will.
The ninth life.
In this life, Ye Xuan beca a Disciple of the Heavenly Martial Hall. There, he t again a cold figure like a celestial fairy, whose chill seed capable of freezing one into an ice sculpture.
She remained the goddess of the Heavenly Martial Hall, while he was sowhat ordinary. Amidst the crowd, when their eyes t, both seed to tremble slightly; an inexplicable emotion filled his heart.
Love at first sight.
"Why do I feel a sense of familiarity?"
Upon seeing Ling Qianxue, Ye Xuan sensed they had known each other for a long ti, but in reality, it wasn’t so.
"Have we ever t?"
Ye Xuan couldn’t help but ask.
Yet, that shadow coldly replied, "Unfamiliar."
Upon hearing this, Ye Xuan also smiled, then reached out his hand, "Nice to et you; I’m Ye Xuan."
"Ling Qianxue."
Ling Qianxue didn’t shake hands with him, only coldly responded, then turned away.
Thus, the two t.
Ten years passed in an instant.
In the back hills of the Heavenly Martial Hall, vibrant flowers covered the landscape. When the wind blew, the fragrance instantly perated the world.
Ye Xuan sat cross-legged in the sea of flowers, looking ahead. Before him lay an ancient zither, and on the open ground ahead, a woman with a supple figure gracefully wielded a long sword, her dance light and agile, the sky full of flowers converging around her waist, accompanied by her bells-like laughter, like the most beautiful lody.
Ye Xuan closed his eyes, plucking the strings, playing a tune to accompany the most beautiful dance, emptying his mind, forgetting everything.
With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?
Anyone would probably be lost in this, unable to extricate themselves. Together, they were envied by all, a heavenly couple, the perfection Ye Xuan’s life aspired to.
Instead of holding onto hatred, why not spend life with a loved one?
Thud!
Suddenly, the string snapped, and the music and dance abruptly stopped.
"What happened?"
Surprised by Ye Xuan’s sudden pause, Ling Qianxue also stopped.
"Nothing."
Ye Xuan forced a smile, but his eyes were filled with complexity.
"Can’t you tell what’s wrong?"
Ling Qianxue approached Ye Xuan.
"If I leave, what would you do?"
Ye Xuan suddenly raised his head, smiling as he caressed Ling Qianxue’s beautiful face, asking.
"Where to?"
Ling Qianxue was stunned.
"To et another you. The real you."
Ye Xuan softly said.
"The real ?"
Ling Qianxue remained utterly puzzled. Just as she was about to ask again, she suddenly shuddered and looked down. A dagger had already pierced her heart.
"I’m sorry."
Holding Ling Qianxue in his arms, Ye Xuan’s voice was choked with emotion. This life’s Ling Qianxue had done no wrong, yet had fallen by his hand.
But he had to do this. If he didn’t kill the Ling Qianxue before him, he would remain trapped in this cycle forever, unable to escape.
If it weren’t for his deep inner resolve, he might have already succumbed, forgotten the truth, and treated this as the real world.
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