Chapter 871 - 338: Heaven Is Dead!
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Fan Wubing stood still, like a towering mountain reaching the heavens.
The Demon Sword Peach Blossom slowly revolved around him.
Haotian, the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao’s will, stood on a nearby high platform, gazing down at the lone figure and the sword.
The will of the Seven Luminaries True Monarch merged with Fan Wubing’s will.
At this moment, two worlds, two lives converged into a single force, flowing towards an unpredictable future.
After a long time, Fan Wubing’s eyes regained clarity. The vast starry sky was reflected in his dark pupils. With the All Things Law Dao upon him, his understanding of his destiny and the path ahead became increasingly clear.
The Twelve Thousand Eight Hundred Eyes and the Supreme Dharma Orbiting Device spun rapidly around his soul in the Purple Mansion, then gradually slowed down.
He did not know what the Seven Luminaries True Monarch encountered after ascending, venturing onto the Path of Eternity. For the Path of Eternity was no longer within the realm of the Small Thousand Worlds. Even though he knew everything inside the Small Thousand Worlds, he remained completely ignorant of anything beyond them.
Even Haotian didn’t know.
One person, one will, cannot comprehend matters beyond their own world.
Yan Hui had told Fan Wubing this once before.
Yet, Fan Wubing clearly remembered that the Golden Crow will once residing within Fu Manman’s body had spoken such words as, "I waited on the Path of Eternity for ten thousand years."
The Seven Luminaries True Monarch must have experienced something on the Path of Eternity.
Fan Wubing could not trace any marks beyond the Small Thousand Worlds from the will of the Seven Luminaries, so he looked towards Peach Blossom.
At this moment, looking at Peach Blossom felt like observing a part of himself, inseparable through life and death.
No wonder Peach Blossom, upon fully awakening, felt such hostility towards Luo Qingyao, the sword rival in her heart.
To Peach Blossom, it seemed like a search for new affections.
Fan Wubing gently caressed Peach Blossom’s blade, which greatly enjoyed it, exuding a blood-colored cold light.
He chuckled,
"You really are unwavering in your nature."
Peach Blossom entwined around Fan Wubing’s arm, saying,
"You, however, have dramatically changed your nature. In the previous world, you were completely devoted, and only loved that Saintess. Ha! In this world, you’ve split your heart into how many pieces! And even found me, yet you’re still thinking of other flying swords!"
Fan Wubing replied helplessly,
"I’ve already said, my junior sister’s sword was a choice made out of necessity. I’m not thinking of other flying swords; from start to finish, there’s only you, one flying sword."
"Anyway, if you dare to betray me, I will kill everyone in the world."
Fan Wubing felt vexed, the pressure of being the master of all living things weighing even heavier.
"On a serious note. I recalled only my matters before ascending in the previous world. What happened after? What’s this world about? And why did you cut off the Path to Immortality?"
Peach Blossom answered,
"I also don’t know why I cut off the Path to Immortality, but the mission you gave me was such."
"The mission I gave you?"
"Yes. Mission." Peach Blossom spun in a circle, then said lightly, "In the previous world, people who came to this world did so carrying a mission."
"Then do you remember those who came from the previous world?"
Peach Blossom said,
"Don’t know. The only thing we know is that we bear the mission of the Seven Luminaries."
Things became much clearer.
Fan Wubing now understood that, for him, this cage of fate trapped everyone. His mission in coming here was to break this cage and return true freedom to the world.
But if that is the case, it means... that ascension is not a good thing.
Otherwise, Peach Blossom wouldn’t have cut off the Path to Immortality.
What exactly happened beyond the Small Thousand Worlds?
In the previous world, as the Seven Luminaries True Monarch, he ascended in the guise of a Nine-Tiered Tribulation Immortal. Even reaching the Great Thousand Worlds, he was an unrivaled existence. Even so, he had to walk the path again.
He suddenly realized another thing—he had come through from Earth.
Earth, in this whole journey, represents what exactly?
He couldn’t fathom this question.
The key point is what position the Heavenly Dao, or rather, the Heavenly Dao of the Small Thousand Worlds, occupies in this whole matter, and what kind of fate it foretells.
Fan Wubing once again directed his gaze at Haotian.
Haotian had always been patiently waiting. He didn’t prevent Fan Wubing from understanding his destiny; instead, for him, the best and most suitable outcome was for Fan Wubing to know his fate.
As the Heavenly Dao, he disdains to use petty means, always fulfilling his own duties, following the path of truth.
He knows all too well, as long as truth stands on his side, no matter how strong Fan Wubing might be, he absolutely cannot alter destiny.
And this journey of challenging the heavens is merely an insignificant link in the layers of fate, ultimately to be concealed by time.
Haotian, like a gentleman strolling in the spring breeze, smiles and says,
"Congratulations on reclaiming your lost life, and knowing the direction ahead."
Fan Wubing said nothing further, reaching out his hand, Peach Blossom landed in his hand with remarkable synergy. The sword tip pointed straight at Haotian,
"If you are part of the fated cage, then the road of cutting through thorns starts with you."
Haotian showed no fear,
"I have been in this world for over twenty thousand years. At the beginning, among you were those with great wisdom and great ability, who saw at a glance that I do not represent the will of all beings. For twenty thousand years, one after another, people have challenged me. Among them, some sought justice for the world, while others only wished to bypass me to the Great Thousand Worlds. But, without exception, they all failed.