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Chapter 319 Who Understands

The Luo Ze sword pierced through Fusang, and golden blood flowed onto the ground. The bright gold faded and became stained with mud, resembling rotten, withered leaves.

"Blood... Shadow Technique! A trick of the demon race. How could you, a spiritual cultivator, use it? Isn't this going against the righteous path?" Fusang's eyes flashed with disdain, and his tone was full of accusation.

"The righteous path? Are you one? You are not worthy!" Xie Wanning said coldly, as the Luoze Sword ignited and slowly eroded Fusang's body.

But then, countless twisted golden threads, stained with golden blood, emerged from behind Fusang and lunged at Xie Wanning like serpents.

Xie Wanning did not move, standing calmly in place.

Just as the golden thread was about to pierce Xie Wanning's body, a jade fan unfolded with a "whoosh," its surface acting like an indestructible shield, steadily blocking her way.

The fine gold threads struck the fan, producing a crisp "tinkling" sound, much like raindrops hitting glazed tiles, yet unable to penetrate even a fraction, all being bounced off and shimmering with a cold light in mid-air, scattering into a chaotic golden brilliance.

Fusang struggled to turn around, but suddenly froze in place. He looked down and saw that the Luoze Sword had already pierced his heart.

Xie Wanning raised her hand and pressed it against the back of His head.

"Soul, come out!"

Five clusters of will-o'-the-wisps surrounded Xie Wanning, making her eyes appear extremely cold.

Resentment gathered at the tips of His fingers, while a golden spirit flickered and danced in her hand.

"Xie Wanning, you can't kill me, I am a god."

"Hmm." Xie Wanning nodded, her eyes deep and calm, like a bottomless pool of ice, reflecting no trace of divine majesty: "What I want to do is kill a god."

"You, a mere phoenix..." Fusang laughed disdainfully, but felt a scorching flame burning his soul.

Xie Wan Ning held her breath and concentrated all her luck and spiritual power into the flame in her palm.

She was sweating profusely, and her body was trembling involuntarily, but she did not stop what she was doing.

She had to kill Fusang, even if it cost her all her strength.

"You're insane! I am the Heavenly Dao. If I die, the entire cultivation world will collapse." Fusang's words were filled with panic. He was certain that Xie Wanning really wanted to kill him.

Xie Wanning paused, a flash of anger crossing her eyes, and the flames in her hand burned even more fiercely.

The cultivation world has been ravaged by the Heavenly Dao, leaving no living beings. Humans, demons, and monsters, as well as spirit beasts, demonic beasts, and even divine beasts, have all perished under the devastation of the divine fire.

The cultivation world has long been destroyed by Japan.

Fusang's soul twisted, its golden light sometimes dazzling and sometimes dim, and Fusang's curses were endless, but they did not affect Xie Wanning's actions in the slightest.

After an unknown period of time, Fusang's spirit vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

She left only one sentence: "You win, Xie Wanning."

"No, I didn't win. I'm just not dead yet."

Xie Wanning exhausted all her spiritual power and fell uncontrollably from the sky.

Her body drifted down like a withered leaf, the wind whistling in her ears, yet she seemed oblivious. She watched the sea of ​​clouds approach below, feeling no fear, no panic, only a serene peace as if the dust had settled.

Through the sea of ​​clouds, she saw a scorched earth.

The once vibrant cultivation world is now devoid of life, leaving only ravaged towns, deserted sects, and a land that reeks of burning.

Everything was so quiet; there was no sound of anyone in my ears.

Xie Wanning closed her eyes, opened her arms, and decided to embrace her destiny.

Even if she were to die, she only wanted to die in the cultivation world, in this home that held all her memories.

however.

A flash of cold light appeared, and the Luo Ze Sword flew towards Xie Wan Ning with lightning speed, precisely meeting her attack. The sword hummed, steadily supporting her back. Her body slammed heavily against the sword, producing a dull thud. The blade bent slightly, yet it still tenaciously withstood the impact.

Xie Wanning opened her eyes and saw the familiar sword hilt. She recalled that five years ago, when she fell from the top of Qingyun Sect, she was also saved by Luo Ze Sword.

However, the Luoze Sword in front of her now had no sword spirit. It was just a tenth-grade sword without consciousness, unable to speak or have a temper. Even though it was stained with blood, it showed no dissatisfaction.

At this moment, Xie Wanning felt a sharp pain in her heart. She couldn't tell whether it was the relief of surviving or endless loneliness.

Xie Wanning jumped off the sword and landed on solid ground.

She sheathed the Luo Ze sword and walked step by step toward the location of the Chaos Sea.

When she arrived at the Sea of ​​Chaos, she was about to step into it when she was blocked by a barrier.

Xie Wanning reached out and touched the barrier, feeling the unresponsive spiritual energy within her body. Only then did she realize that she had no cultivation left.

This is an illusion array set up by Xie Wanxun. There is a barrier outside the array to prevent mortals from falling in.

Now, Xie Wanning has become that mortal.

She can't go back to the underworld; she can't even get through the entrance.

"Do I have anywhere else to go?"

Xie Wanning sighed softly, feeling a profound loneliness creeping into her heart.

Fusang died, but she felt no joy whatsoever.

Because there is no one left to share this joy with.

Her gaze fell on the Luo Ze sword, and with trembling hands she drew it.

Once she dies, she can be reunited with everyone.

The entire cultivation world was deserted; she was tired of this life. Her master, junior brothers and sisters, and countless disciples from various sects were all waiting for news of her.

Xie Wanning raised her sword, but Luo Ze's sword trembled incessantly.

Is it stopping her?

The Luoze Sword was once destroyed by Fusang. Xie Wanning knew that this tenth-grade sword must have been a gift from the people she deeply loved.

However, she intended to use this sword to commit suicide.

The Luo Ze sword gleamed coldly in Xie Wan Ning's hand; she recognized whose work it was.

Holding the Luoze Sword in my hand, it felt heavy yet incredibly comfortable. The hilt was forged from ten-thousand-year-old black iron, its surface finely polished to a mirror-like smoothness, yet possessing just the right amount of friction, allowing for a steady and secure grip. The use of such fine materials was undoubtedly the work of Qin Muyang.

The sword is long and slender, like a pool of autumn water, its clarity revealing a chilling glint. The blade is incredibly sharp; upon closer inspection, the edge is as thin as a cicada's wing, yet so resilient it could cleave through anything in the world. With such exquisite forging techniques, it must have been my elder sister who crafted it.

How could Xie Wanning use this precious sword, which she had painstakingly crafted for her, to do something so heartbreaking?

She had promised her sister that she would live on.

Therefore, she will not break the contract.

Luo Ze Sword was sheathed, and Xie Wanning stood up and walked towards the direction where the sun was rising.

Having walked for an unknown amount of time, Xie Wanning, who already possessed the constitution of an immortal, did not need to eat and was unaware of fatigue.

She kept walking forward, hoping to find even the slightest chance of survival.

Unfortunately, all of them ended in failure.

As the sun set again, Xie Wanning climbed a high mountain and looked down at everything below.

The once majestic Lingfeng Peak has now had its summit cut off, half of the mountain collapsed, and rubble rolled down.

The entrance to the cultivation cave on Lingfeng Peak was blocked by a huge rock, and the runes carved on the cave walls were now blurred and indistinct. The stream in the valley had dried up, and the riverbed was filled with withered branches, fallen leaves, and broken remnants of magical artifacts.

The entire cultivation world was shrouded in gloom. Every corner of the ruins was filled with destruction and despair. The once glorious era of cultivation had vanished into nothingness.

Xie Wanning placed the Luo Ze sword beside her and sat on the cliff, watching the setting sun.

She had seen this scene countless times.

Several times, dozens of times, perhaps hundreds of times.

All she could hear was the whooshing of the wind, which ruffled Xie Wanning's waist-length black hair, and the setting sun made her eyes shine even brighter.

Thoughts drifted on the wind.

"Master, look, I've mastered the ninth form of the Azure Cloud Sword Technique!" Xie Wanning proudly ran up to Yu Song and showed off her sword technique in a very professional manner.

After carefully reviewing the document, Yu Song nodded in satisfaction. He reached out and patted Xie Wanning on the shoulder, smiling as he said, "My disciple is truly outstanding. I believe that within a hundred years, you will become the number one sword cultivator in the cultivation world."

"I don't want to." Xie Wanning shrugged and said indifferently, "Being number one is too tiring! I'm not going to do it."

Xie Wan Ning thought of Yan Ze, the number one sword cultivator in the cultivation world. She didn't want to share the same title as him.

Yu Song smiled and said, "It's alright. It seems my apprentice has a good attitude. I don't need to worry about you being made to cry by others."

"I'm not that fragile!" Xie Wanning said, hands on her hips, clearly dissatisfied.

However, looking at the sword at Yu Song's waist, Xie Wan Ning remembered watching her master wield the sword and cleave the peaks of nearly a hundred mountains in one strike. She asked curiously, "Master, if I become the number one cultivator in the world, what will you do?"

Yu Song noticed Xie Wanning's gaze and chuckled, "I will forge you a fine sword, even better than mine."

"Great!" Xie Wanning was overjoyed, her heart filled with fighting spirit.

"Wan Ning is so ambitious. If she becomes the number one body cultivator in the cultivation world in the future, I'll find you a tempering pool that can not only heal your injuries but also strengthen your physique," Liang Hao, who was passing by, said with interest.

"There are such good things?" Xie Wanning's eyes gleamed.

Liang Hao, hands on his hips, laughed loudly, "There are many more good things to come. As long as you become the number one cultivator in the world, your master and mistress will reward you."

After finishing her practice that evening, Xie Wanning lay in bed, thinking for a very long time.

Once she becomes the number one cultivator, she will bring her master and mistress back to the cultivation world. She will find many relatives and friends to celebrate becoming the number one cultivator. She will also...

.........

The sun set, and a gust of cold wind woke Xie Wanning from her sweet dream.

Xie Wanning looked up at the dark sky, listening to the clamor of the wind in her ears, and everything in her dream vanished.

She kept her head tilted back until a tear fell with a soft "plop" into her outstretched palm. The tear spread across her palm, bringing a slight coolness, and the soft sound was like a heavy hammer blow, waking her from her reverie.

Xie Wanning then realized that she was already in tears. Looking at the glistening tear in her palm, a wave of bitterness washed over her.

Master and Mistress, I am now the number one cultivator in the cultivation world. Can you come and keep me company?

Master, and fellow disciples, I am now the number one in the cultivation world. Aren't you proud of me?

Senior Sister Zhong, Senior Sister Qiao, Junior Sister Su… and all the disciples of the cultivation world. If I were to hold a banquet to celebrate, would you all come and offer your blessings?

Qin Muyang, sister, I miss you so much. I've grown up, I've become stronger, and I can protect myself and you all now.

So, could you please not leave me alone?

High on the cliff, a lonely, tormented person was sobbing uncontrollably. Her tears soaked her robes, obscuring her vision.

Who can understand?

Everyone else died, leaving only one person to ascend to the top of the cultivation world. Who can understand the loneliness and pain in his heart?