Chapter 310: Sharpening the Blade Against the Heavenly Dao
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From the direction of the desert, a colossal tree emerged, reaching towards the sky. The massive tree radiated a green luminescence…
Its canopy stretched vast and endless, casting a shadow over the entire Desolate City.
The citizens, who had been lying in despair, awaiting death, were dumbfounded.
“What is that?”
“General, look towards the desert! What is that thing?”
“Such a massive tree! Wow…” The crowd erupted into exclamations. Lu Zheng Yue and Rong Che stood atop the city walls, their eyes filled with astonishment.
“What is this?” Lu Zheng Yue asked in shock.
The tree had appeared without warning, rising straight from the earth.
Rong Che spoke softly, “When I was young, I once read an ancient text. It said that the God of Life, Xian Ting, is gentle in nature, benevolent and kind. Everything he touches thrives. His true form is the Tree of Life, possessing the ability of endless regeneration, dispelling evil and bringing vitality…”
His eyes suddenly lit up.
“The citizens of Desolate City are plagued by disease… Could this mean salvation?”
“Hurry! Gather everyone outside the city! Make sure they all receive the divine light!” Rong Che commanded.
Vice General Zhu immediately dispatched men to carry out the order.
In mere moments, the city streets and outskirts were densely packed with people.
All bathed in the divine radiance.
Taking advantage of the crowd, Wen Ning stealthily stood beside Lu Zheng Yue, her eyes narrowing slightly with joy.
A large, calloused hand grasped hers firmly.
The rough texture spoke of the hardships he had endured.
Face flushing, Wen Ning looked up at Lu Zheng Yue, who quickly shielded their hands with his sleeve, his brows curving in a warm smile.
They exchanged a knowing glance.
Vice General Zhu grumbled bitterly, “Still, it’s best for us brothers. No burdens, no entanglements. You’re thirty-six, I’m thirty-seven—we shall dedicate our lives to North Zhao! Never shall we take wives!”
Rong Che’s eyelids twitched violently.
[How do I tell you that I am already engaged?]
“General, it’s working! Desolate City is saved!”
“Where the divine light touches, the red spots on the afflicted are fading rapidly. The bruises and decay on their bodies are beginning to heal…” A cry of relief and joy suddenly burst from the crowd.
“We’re not going to die! We are saved! Thank the divine! Thank the heavens and gods above! I swear to live righteously, to repay this grace of salvation…” The people knelt to the ground, weeping in gratitude.
Their festering wounds, under the divine radiance, gradually regained their former luster.
The people touched their faces, lifted their sleeves, alternately crying and laughing.
Rong Che and Lu Zheng Yue exchanged glances before stepping forward to inspect the changes.
An imperial physician stroked his beard, his expression astonished. “It’s truly receding.”
“This is miraculous!”
The crowd bowed deeply in thanks.
“The Tree of Life is indeed kind and benevolent, as the legends say,” Rong Che remarked in awe.
Bathed in the divine light, even his old wounds had significantly healed.
Underneath the divine tree, Lu Chao Chao sat cross-legged. A slender figure gradually materialized beneath the canopy.
His long black hair was loosely tied, fluttering in the wind. Clad in pure white, Xian Ting gazed at her with quiet solemnity.
His handsome face bore a trace of sorrow.
He had once scattered his soul, reincarnating into mortality just to follow his master step by step.
Only when summoned by his master could he break free from his mortal shell and return to his true form.
One tall, one small, they looked at each other. In that moment, time seemed to stretch across a thousand years.
A tear slid down Lu Chao Chao’s cheek.
“Xian Ting, why did you grow so tall?!” Lu Chao Chao exclaimed in shock. Back when she had sacrificed herself, Xian Ting had still been a youthful boy…
Xian Ting’s entire being glowed faintly. Without a word, he stepped towards her, his movements heavy.
His fingertips trembled as he placed his palm gently on her head.
“Master…” he murmured, his voice ethereal.
After a millennium, his master had finally returned.
He lifted a hand to brush away the tear from Lu Chao Chao’s eye, his gaze bright and clear, like the most brilliant star in the sky.
[Master deserves the best.]
Her eyes suited him perfectly.
At some unknown moment, the sky rumbled with deafening thunder. Like a vortex of darkness, the sky split apart as if a hole had been torn open.
Just one glance at it revealed an overwhelming, oppressive might that swept over them.
Flashes of lightning intertwined within the abyss, chaotic and terrifying.
Lu Chao Chao’s nose twitched.
[That damned Heavenly Dao again!]
Xian Ting’s figure flickered—then vanished before her eyes.
The towering tree disintegrated in an instant.
“LU CHAO CHAO!!!”
“AAAH! I haven’t even spoken yet! Why are you running? Why are you running?! Xian Ting, get back here!”
Lu Chao Chao was hopping mad.
“Heavenly Dao, are you courting death?! Are you trying to scare my disciple?”
“Come down and fight me, you rotten pile of dog crap! You scared my disciple!”
“Don’t think I don’t know—it was only after you showed up that my disciple disappeared! What did you do to him?! I swear, I’ll take you on!”
“You mangy mutt! Back when the Heavenly Dao was in turmoil and the Three Realms were collapsing, I sacrificed myself, and you didn’t even make a sound!”
Lu Chao Chao fumed, scratching her head. “Get down here! I’m fighting you!”
Her teeth ground together as she glared at the sky.
At some point, her hand had gripped the Sunshine Sword.
The blade shone brilliantly, its tip gleaming coldly. “My dear old companion, it’s been a thousand years since our last battle. Today, let’s whip that blind mutt into shape!”
The energy within Lu Chao Chao surged, no longer suppressed.
She lifted the sword and shot into the sky.
Lu Zheng Yue rubbed his eyes and stared.
“So many sleepless nights… I must be hallucinating. Seeing ghosts in broad daylight.”
He grinned idiotically.
He had just witnessed a short figure, barely taller than a sword, flying into the heavens wielding a blade! Hahaha! Ridiculous!
But as he laughed…
His laughter faded.
Expression blank, Lu Zheng Yue stared at the sky.
“Quickly, get inside! Why did the clouds suddenly gather, the thunder roaring like this? Terrifying.”
“Why did the divine tree vanish so suddenly…?” The crowd was filled with regret.
Fortunately, their plague had been purged, so it wasn’t too great a loss.
“Just moments ago, the sun was shining brightly, and now the sky is pitch black,” murmured the onlookers, uneasy at the sight of the raging storm.
“Thunder without rain…” someone whispered.
Lu Zheng Yue gazed upward, tears streaming down his face.
“Zheng Yue, are you afraid of thunder? Why are you crying?” Wen Ning asked, concerned.
Lu Zheng Yue, tears brimming, looked utterly wronged.
[My sister!]
[MY SISTER!!!]
Dark clouds rolled and churned, swallowing the heavens in an endless abyss. No sunlight could pierce through, only the ceaseless roar of the thunder above.
Countless bolts of lightning ripped through the sky.
Their strikes sent shivers down spines, filling hearts with terror.
The thunder roared day and night.
And yet—not a single drop of rain fell.