Chapter 125: Chapter 86: Destiny Showdown (Part 3)

When Su Chen heard the news, he was dressed in a straw cloak and fishing in the moat. He fell silent for a very long time.

That night.

He gripped the fishing rod tightly, his mind in turmoil. The voice of his Heart Demon, once quiet, erupted into a chaotic clamor.

"Throughout history."

"To secure the throne, one must eliminate powerful officials and their factions. It has been this way for every dynasty."

"This blade is meant for you, too!"

"He wants to make you, the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, a laughingstock and turn completely against you! The Celestial Family is ruthless, and the Emperor even more so. This is the real Jie. He can be the Liang People’s Emperor Jie, or he can be the Zhou People’s Emperor Jie..."

The Flame Emperor, a phantom of his Heart Demon, laughed.

Su Chen knew.

Relying solely on the loyalty of the Liang People, with only half of the Dynasty’s providence, could at most elevate him to a High Tier Qi Cultivation Immortal.

He had begun to court the hearts of the Zhou People.

This strike against Old Liang was also a strike against the Wind Snow Sword Immortal. It was a spectacle for the tens of millions of Zhou People to see, those who languished thousands of miles away in the Land of Cold and Bitterness.

Su Chen walked through the Imperial City.

’Is it true?’

Su Chen didn’t believe it.

Merging with heaven and earth, he went in person to the place where the Messenger was being held.

It was a Vermilion Eunuch.

A trusted confidant of Jie’s.

A Zhou Person.

"This is His Majesty’s decree."

The Vermilion Eunuch was smiling.

But...

Su Chen still didn’t believe it.

He took a drop of the man’s blood to personally inspect his memories.

Soul Fusion Remembrance.

However...

He saw everything. It was true!

That night, Su Chen was silent as he walked the streets.

He didn’t understand. Why?

’Peace reigns over the world, isn’t that good? Why must new waves always be stirred?’

He asked his heart.

’What should I do!’

By the side of the street, there was a teahouse.

A storyteller was in the middle of a thrilling tale about the time the Wind Snow Sword Immortal slew the Flame Emperor at the Jinjiang Military Camp with a single sword strike, supporting Emperor Jie’s rise to power.

"On that day, the very winds and clouds changed color! The Wind Snow Sword Immortal, while having tea with the future emperor, sent his sword a thousand miles away with his Sword Control. He brought back the Flame Emperor’s head to go with their wine, saying, ’Your Majesty should have no worries. Master the world...’"

In a private room upstairs, a few Ancient Grandmasters exchanged glances.

They speculated among themselves.

’This Wind Snow Sword Immortal... his reputation is immense. Could he be the head of the Three Immortals of Great Yu? The Great Yu Sword Immortal himself? The one who, eight hundred years ago, carved a chasm between heaven and earth with one sword strike, scaring the Great Demon Fiends of Demon Mountain into not descending for five hundred years?’

"But if he is that Sword Immortal, hasn’t he awoken far too early? And what’s more, he’s running around fighting for the common folk?"

"Even if he were the Great Yu Sword Immortal, he wouldn’t dare be tainted by even a speck of the accumulated Wish Power of All Living Beings!"

"Becoming tainted by the Wish Power of All Living Beings, even a little, is enough to drive an Immortal to madness and shatter their cultivation."

In front of the teahouse.

Su Chen listened to the story.

The story ended, and the crowd dispersed.

But he remained.

An attendant dressed in black approached, looking disdainfully at Su Chen, who had neither ordered tea nor offered a tip. He tried to shoo him away.

"Sir, we’re closing."

"If you want to listen for free, come back tomorrow."

He sneered.

"The story was told incorrectly."

Su Chen said.

"What nonsense is that?"

"This is how everyone tells the story of the Wind Snow Sword Immortal."

"Heh! Don’t tell me you’re the Wind Snow Sword Immortal in person? Acting like you know everything..."

The storyteller, who hadn’t left yet, heard this from his platform. He waved a hand and commanded irritably.

"Hurry up and get him out of here!"

Instantly.

The attendant moved to throw Su Chen out.

"The Wind Snow Sword Immortal never made a choice!"

"Because."

"I am the Wind Snow Sword Immortal!"

Su Chen looked up.

In that instant.

His youthful, immortal-like face was revealed.

At this moment, his heart grew calm, and the sword of his will grew sharp.

’It seems Jie is forcing me to rebel!’

’Fine, then I’ll rebel! If it comes to it, I’ll just establish another dynasty in the Human World.’

"AH!"

The attendant recoiled in terror.

He... he recognized Su Chen.

"What are you screaming for!"

"AH!"

The storyteller recognized Su Chen as well, his eyes wide with disbelief.

A youth like an Immortal in a Muddy World Profound Robe—who else could it be but the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, worshipped in the homes of millions upon millions of Liang People?

He really was the Wind Snow Sword Immortal.

That night.

Wind and snow began to fall.

A torrential snow, carried on a gale, once again swept through the Imperial City in the Ninth Year of Xuanlong.

A figure in a Profound Robe rode the wind, heading straight for the Imperial City.

A sword also hummed from beneath the river that now covered what was once Cyan Mountain, ten li outside the Imperial City. It burst from the ground and flew forth.

’All these years, for the sake of the First-Grade Ceremony and the Wish of All Living Beings, I’ve been too deliberate and have lost my way.’

’Supporting the Liang People made the Zhou People suffer. Supporting the Zhou People made the Liang People defiant.’

’The blood feud between Zhou and Liang runs too deep! They are mortal enemies to one another!’

’If that’s the case...’

’Then a New Dynasty must descend, one that will crush the divisions between Zhou and Liang and give birth to a new world—a world where all people live in peace and health, free from sorrow and suffering...’

That night, Su Chen achieved clarity.

"The people of the world are waiting for you to protect them, yet you would make them suffer the hardships of conflict all over again?"

"You..."

The Flame Emperor, a phantom from the Heart Demon, appeared beside Su Chen again, leading the spirits of the endlessly suffering Zhou People. He opened his mouth to speak.

"Without destruction, there can be no creation!"

"This is the only way to resolve this predicament!"

In response.

Su Chen drew his sword.

The brilliant light of his sword illuminated the entire night sky.

This strike sundered the phantom.

It also sundered Su Chen’s indecisive heart.

Instantly.

Everything he heard and saw became perfectly clear.

The Heart Demon from the Third Year of Xuanlong vanished like smoke.

The resentment of the masses could no longer affect Su Chen!

Who was Su Chen?

He was just himself!

And from now on, he would only be himself!

"Who is this person?"

"*Gasp!*"

"He’s actually bearing the Wish Power of All Living Beings for the entire world, half of which is resentment! Not only has he not gone mad or had his cultivation crumble, but he’s perfectly fine? And he even managed to break free from his Heart Demon..."

That night, a crowd of Ancient Grandmasters watched, dumbfounded, this foremost practitioner of Mortal Cultivation in the world.

After the Heavenly Fall.

For a thousand years since, the resentment of the masses had accumulated to a terrifying degree.

Any practitioner of Mortal Cultivation at the Innate level who was tainted by it would fall.

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