Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 341 - 164: For Whom the Bell Tolls, Knocking on the Door of Desire! (End of Volume)

Chapter 341: Chapter 164: For Whom the Bell Tolls, Knocking on the Door of Desire! (End of Volume)

Today, at this moment.

He faced Ye Chuxuan, bringing forth all his passion, all his strength. He had never held anything back from Ye Chuxuan. Before, it was to assist Ye Chuxuan; now, it was to confront him.

Yet, under the great power of Circulation, he was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

All things wax and wane, but the starry sky is eternal.

The "momentum" of everything has an end, yet the starry sky? It is everlasting and indestructible.

Until one moment, Chengming’s "momentum" suddenly reached its peak, but even at the pinnacle, he could not break through the great power of Circulation, getting close to Ye Chuxuan.

"Momentum" began to fall.

The process of falling was irreversible.

The resilient Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hammer met its moment of collapse. This immortal-class magical artifact could not withstand the great power of Circulation many times. Almost the instant cracks appeared on it, it turned into flashing black fragments at a speed visible to the naked eye, then was ground into dust by Circulation’s power, drifting lightly from the Qi Observation Platform to the Celestial Balance Upper City.

Next to shatter was Chengming’s Martial God body.

This body, seemingly carved by the Heavenly Dao itself, only lasted a few more breaths than the Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hammer. As his "momentum" was shattered, he was utterly incapable of resisting Circulation’s great power.

After all, it was Circulation!

There are three thousand Innate Daos, yet only nine Supreme ones.

The Circulation Dao is one of them.

Those who comprehended those nine Supreme Innate Daos, who among them were not figures of daunting renown across the world? Many Mahayana Cultivators, even Tribulation Crossers, might not necessarily comprehend such a Supreme Dao.

Yet Ye Chuxuan happened to comprehend it.

Chengming had to wonder, could it be that Ye Chuxuan would truly become a figure like the Shangjing Immortal Dynasty’s Emperor Jiang Xuan? If not, why would the elusive Heavenly Dao grant him the Circulation Dao? Could it be... he was right?

At this moment, Chengming fell into doubt.

He looked at Ye Chuxuan blankly. When did this man, once so close that they could share a bed, become so unfamiliar?

After personally experiencing the power of the Circulation Dao, such confusion became more burdensome.

After the complete collapse of the Martial God body, his cultivation and life force rapidly dissipated, and his Dao was continually eroded by Ye Chuxuan’s Circulation Dao, instantly becoming riddled with holes.

Chengming, this Great Venerable, completely lost the ability to resist.

All his bones were broken as he knelt on the ground, powerless to rise, "Is this what the Circulation Dao is like..."

Ye Chuxuan spoke again, the words he had said at the beginning, "You shouldn’t have come."

Chengming’s eyes were vacant, gradually feeling the air becoming damp until a raindrop traced across his cheek.

He struggled to lift his neck, looking up at the sky.

By this time, the sky was getting dark.

On this high platform, looking towards the Celestial Balance Upper City, the lights were dazzling. People in the city were unaware of everything that had happened here. They were merely celebrating the arrival of the Emperor’s Gate. Once the Emperor’s Gate was knocked, Great Li would become the sixth Imperial Dynasty in the world.

"It’s raining." He murmured softly, then collapsed heavily to the ground.

The rain intensified, making the splendid lights appear dreamily misty.

For a moment, all things were at rest, all sounds were hushed.

But immediately, this tranquility was broken by the sound of footsteps.

Ye Chuxuan looked at the Emperor’s Gate, speaking with his back to the arrival, "You know, until this moment, I never thought you’d be standing here. Not even a day ago, I never considered you an enemy of Great Li, my obstacle. Yet the world is wondrous, and the Immortal Path is so fickle. Unexpected things happen, just like this rain."

He turned to look at the newcomer, "This rain shouldn’t have fallen."

The young man in the rain slowly removed the tiger mask from his face, revealing his true appearance, facing this emperor directly.

"But it did fall." Fan Wubing said.

They looked at each other across the rain.

"So the Immortal Path is unpredictable." Ye Chuxuan said. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Fan Wubing walked in front of Chengming, using a strand of energy to sustain his remaining life force, then looked up, "Before I came, I met Ye Yixian. Do you know what he said? He said that when he was young, you told him stories from your past. In those stories, you were spirited and ambitious, like a dawn breaking through the dark and chaotic Great Li of over a thousand years ago, due to the factional split. You were a hero who vanquished the evil dragon."

Fan Wubing’s voice was light, gentle, like the wind in the rain, "Ye Yixian also told me, yet now, the father he once looked up to and aspired to be like has become the oppressive cloud over Great Li, so heavy it stifles him. The hero has turned into the evil dragon."

Ye Chuxuan smiled, "Though I don’t wish to disparage myself, I don’t mind using your words. Perhaps there never was a hero. The one who eradicates an evil dragon is just another evil dragon."

"Yes, you’re right. You’re the evil dragon."

"Then are you the hero?"

Fan Wubing’s gaze was calm, "I am not a hero; I am just a passerby. I have seen the New Year’s Eve fireworks feast and the Spring God’s blessing at the Thousand Flowers Festival in Great Li. I have also seen the critically ill Queyu Mountain and the dark and oppressive Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison. Of course, what captivates me the most is that Dragon of Destiny, bearing the country’s rivers and mountains, determined to return to its homeland, no matter how battered it is. I heard the Dragon of Destiny is the collective will of all a nation’s people, carrying their hopes and aspirations."

The words stopped here.