Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 698 - 479 Xuan Guangqiao, Terrifying As Such

"Menghuang!!!"

At the moment of Hua Menghuang's death, the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint suddenly felt dizzy, her spirit shaken. Subconsciously, a heart-wrenching cry burst from her lips. Two streams of tears flowed from her eyes, wetting her cheeks, turning her into a tearful figure.

She lay powerlessly in Hong Yuan's arms, sobbing and choking, her body devoid of strength.

The image of Hua Menghuang from the past—her voice, her smile—gradually emerged before her eyes. The image of Xiao Cao, that scrawny, dark-skinned little girl, was now so vivid. In the blink of an eye, the scrawny little girl Xiao Cao transformed into Hua Menghuang, as radiant as the Moon Fairy.

In a daze, the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint even saw Hua Menghuang shatter the void to return, smiling sweetly at her and "Bo Qing," then bidding farewell with a respectful kowtow.

"No, don't..."

"It's all fake, all fake..."

The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint cried out hysterically. PUH! A thick spurt of heart's blood sprayed from her mouth, staining Hong Yuan's face red.

Panicked, she reached out towards the void, trying to pull Hua Menghuang back. But in the end, she grasped only empty air, unable to hold onto Hua Menghuang despite all her efforts.

"Menghuang, Menghuang..."

"Sob, sob, sob... It's Master's fault! We don't want the Human Race Destiny anymore, we don't want it!"

"Come back, please come back... Sob, sob, sob..."

The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's eyes were red from crying, tears of blood dripping down as she uttered a heart-rending wail.

Hong Yuan remained silent, holding the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint tightly in his embrace.

"Qing, Menghuang isn't dead, right? She's not dead, is she?"

As if grasping at her last straw, the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint clutched Hong Yuan's collar with one hand. She raised her head, tears of blood falling, her desperate eyes flickering with a fragile hope.

As Hua Menghuang's masters, they naturally possessed means to ascertain if she was dead or alive. Now, the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint was desperate, unwilling to accept reality. She pinned all her hopes on Hong Yuan, praying he would support her belief.

"..." Hong Yuan parted his lips slightly, unsure how to answer.

Life and death are governed by fate; the path of the Great Taoism is a solitary one. Throughout his journey, those who could walk alongside him had already become few and far between. Master Lin Daoyan, his martial brother Zhu Wushang, his friend Le Congsheng, his subordinate Zhang Fan... Hong Yuan had long grown accustomed to such losses and knew how to let go.

The death of his disciple Hua Menghuang was a pity, true, but it was only that—a pity. He was a cultivator of Longevity Martial Arts; for the remainder of his long life, such events would be commonplace. That was why he had cherished his time with the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, intending to live without regrets.

But as he looked into the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's eyes, Hong Yuan found it hard to completely crush her hope by speaking the cold truth.

Just as the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's heart grew cold with despair, her small hand clutching Hong Yuan's collar gradually lost its strength, sliding halfway down. Then, Hong Yuan abruptly grasped it firmly. His large hand enveloped hers, a scorching warmth continuously transferring to the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's.

"No, Menghuang isn't dead."

"She said she would come back to take care of our child..."

In the end, Hong Yuan still couldn't bring himself to reveal the cold truth; he offered the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint a white lie.

The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint listened to Hong Yuan's words, her gaze dazed. In a hoarse voice, she repeated, "Menghuang is coming back to take care of our child..."

Unclear what thoughts crossed her mind, her expression shifted between tears and smiles, her voice a mixture of song and sobs.

Suddenly, her head lolled back, and she fainted into Hong Yuan's arms, slipping into deep unconsciousness.

Such profound affection from a great Sword Saint!

The trials of the mortal world—were they ever so easily overcome?

Hong Yuan sighed softly in his heart. Wordlessly, he hugged the pale-faced Butterfly Sword Martial Saint tighter, gently wiping away the streaks of bloody tears and tending to her weakened body.

The chasm between life and death was vast indeed. Even the Dragon Sun Emperor, founder of Temporal Taoism, could not alter the classic life tragedies: losing one's father in youth, mother in adolescence, spouse in maturity, and child in old age.

To truly revive Hua Menghuang and bring her back? What monumental cultivation would that require! 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Thus, Hong Yuan's words to the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint were likely just a "white lie," a simple consolation. The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint knew this all too well; that was why she could no longer deceive herself, leading to such an intense reaction.

Menghuang, you were an exceptionally good disciple. And I... I am not a good master...

From now on, I will be sure to walk the rest of this path properly with your Master Min...

「Dream World.」

Lightning flashed and thunder roared. Dragons and phoenixes swirled, divine trees stood majestically, purple qi drifted from the east, and golden lotuses bloomed from the earth... Auspicious signs from heaven and earth, all sorts of extraordinary phenomena, manifested around Shang Yaoqin, making her appear like a resurrected Heavenly Emperor, re-enacting her magnificent divine might.

Shang Yaoqin slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was cold and detached, as if looking down from an immense height.

After a long moment, the cold, detached aura around Shang Yaoqin gradually dissipated.

She gazed at the newly formed Dream Tao blessed land—her Immortal Aperture—within her. A slight smile touched her lips, her voice tinged with joy, "At last, I have reached the end... Sister Zhu Yin, I succeeded."

"Wait. HISS! My Immortal Aperture Origin... it's so magnificently vast?!"

Just like an Aperture, the quality of an Immortal Aperture Origin also varied. It was ranked into four tiers: exceptional, high, medium, and low. The quality of an Immortal Aperture depended on the Saint's renown or, more accurately, the amount of heaven and earth qi absorbed.