The Great Road of Shading the Sky

Chapter 287 All Old Friends Are Buried in the Underworld
"That mountain," Shao Hua looked at the stone mountain standing at the end of the Soul River, her pupils widened in shock, and her sorrow was palpable.

Upon closer inspection, the rocky mountain has nine orifices and eight holes, but it is covered with cracks.

“Those are the remains of Liu Nian. After her death, she turned into a mountain and fell into the underworld. She said she would wait for you to return at the end of the cycle of reincarnation.” Ming Yuanxin’s voice was sad as she relayed her sister’s last wish.

The two can be said to have been created by the same person, so they were naturally as close as sisters. They fought side by side during that turbulent period and forged an indelible bond.

Shao Hua took a deep breath and climbed the stone mountain that the beings in the underworld called the Three Lives Stone.

It is said that if one can retain memories to reach the end of reincarnation and climb the Three Lives Stone, one can see one's past and future lives. But who knows that the so-called Three Lives Stone does not possess such mystical power to see through time? It is merely a daughter's longing for her mother.

Although the stone fetus was born of nature, its mind was clouded and it had been ignorant and foolish for hundreds of thousands of years in its previous life. Fortunately, it was enlightened by someone who baptized it with the blood of an emperor and treated it as his own child. It received supreme fortune and was thus destined to be together in this life.

"I'm dying. Is this all I can do? I really have tried my best. Mother, I'm sorry. If there is an afterlife, I truly hope we can continue our love."

As the sun set on this mountain, he vaguely heard a short and hurried whisper, filled with a sense of unwillingness and unfulfilled feelings. His heart trembled suddenly, and he couldn't help but cry out in sorrow.

She spared no expense and used her supreme supernatural powers to recreate the scene from years past.

As time goes by, a blurry scene appears, like a replay of history, reproduced in the world by some inexplicable force.

A woman covered in blood picked up an Emperor-Slaying Bone-Breaking Arrow that exuded a terrifying aura, snapped her longbow in two, and fired the arrow at the Dao Ancestor's battlefield on the other side.

"You're courting death!" A quasi-Immortal Emperor was shocked and furious, unable to believe that his companion had been shot and killed by a mere Immortal King. He was unable to recover for a while and was then taken advantage of to be directly suppressed and killed, never to be seen again.

The brilliance of that arrow instantly amazed the entire vast battlefield.

boom!
The next moment, blood splattered everywhere, the woman's body exploded, and her remains turned into rocks that fell to the ground.

She had already exhausted all her means of survival, and now she was powerless to resist, and thus she perished.

If time hadn't been so precious, and if the darkest period of bloodshed and chaos hadn't arrived, she wouldn't have been without the opportunity to go even further; it's hard to say how far she could have gone in the future.

But what's the point of saying all that? Everything has already come to nothing.

Shaohua remained silent, the scene almost breaking her heart. Tears welled in her eyes, and she reached out to carve on the stone mountain, using her blood as ink to inscribe the words "My daughter of fleeting years."

The Great Way is compassionate; she remains a flesh-and-blood human being, her spirit undiminished, and even after countless ages, her heart still burns with passion, and she can still be moved to tears.

"Boom!"

These four simple words seemed to contain incredible, supreme power. The words themselves became law, and the words themselves became the Dao, causing the end of reincarnation to tremble once more. Vague spiritual particles rose up, like flickering candlelight illuminating the darkness, dancing alongside her.

A piece of fairy tear green gold stone appeared in Shaohua's hand. It was a pendant that she had personally given to Liunian and was also the last relic she left behind.

The Western Emperor glanced at it and naturally recognized the item.

The pendant was originally made from the leftover materials from casting the Immortal Tear Green Gold Pagoda. After being given to Shaohua, it eventually passed into Liunian's hands.

Shaohua caressed the perfectly intact piece of Fairy Tear Green Gold, and a tear fell onto it.

She cut off a strand of her hair, refined it into a rope, strung it with the Immortal Tear Green Gold Pendant, wore it around her neck, and infused it with all the spiritual particles that were flying around her.

"One day, we will rekindle our romance."

Her belief grew stronger: as long as the root of the problem was solved, all the regrets could be undone!
The Western Emperor sighed softly and reached out his fair hand to embrace his daughter's waist.

It's worth mentioning that Shaohua is currently only about 18 years old, and still looks somewhat immature. The sight of a young girl shedding tears is extremely poignant and beautiful, and the sense of heartbreak is incredibly moving.

However, the Western Emperor is even smaller, definitely a younger sister. It's said that the mother is holding her daughter, but it looks more like the younger sister is holding the older sister, which is somewhat contrary to the natural order.

Shaohua looked down at her tiny mother in her arms, unsure whether to cry or laugh.

Sadness will not drown her in it; on the contrary, it will only strengthen her resolve to sweep away all darkness.

After calming herself down, she couldn't resist reaching out her wicked hand and pinching Shao Luo's mother's soft, tender face. Before the latter could react, she picked her up in one swift motion.

"It seems I don't need to comfort you," the Western Emperor said.

"You really treat me like a child," Shaohua said with a hint of helplessness.

I was once one of the strongest people in the world, and I even entered the realm of sacrificial arts. How could I possibly lose face like this?
The Western Emperor reached out and rubbed his daughter's cheek, then slightly raised his round chin and said, "No matter how strong you are, you are still my daughter. In my eyes, you will always be a child."

He spoke with absolute certainty, as if he were stating an eternal truth.

Shaohua was speechless for a moment; no matter how capable she was, she could not refute this statement.

At the end of the River of Souls, before the dark abyss, six seemingly ordinary ancient bridges span the distance, leading to the ultimate place of reincarnation.

This is something Shao Hua is familiar with as well. It is the Bridge of Life and Death that once connected the strange race to the blood-red ancient altar in the Sea of ​​Sacrifice. Part of it has been dismantled and placed here.

It's obvious without even thinking that it was the work of Wushi's younger brother.

You can tell from the dogs he keeps that he's the kind of person who's capable of doing something like this.

Crossing the Bridge of Life and Death, there are six dark vortexes of reincarnation, within which endless fragments of the Great Dao churn. This is what the Three Realms call the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

"There's a clay figure over there?" Shao Hua looked up and saw a clay figure on one side of the ultimate place of reincarnation. It was not a living person, but it still had an undying obsession.

"He was the teacher of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, and also the pioneer and founder of the Secret Realm Technique," the Western Emperor said in a deep voice. Unfortunately, his voice was too clear and crisp, making it sound like he was deliberately trying to sound profound.

"Respectable sages." Shaohua bowed slightly, offering a distant salute.

A teacher is someone who teaches, teaches and resolves doubts.

These later generations all initially practiced secret realm methods. Now that they've encountered a true patriarch, it's alright to pay homage. She doesn't have that kind of airs.

Moreover, she and Huang were comrades-in-arms who fought side by side. Huang's heroic and passionate final act, where he single-handedly confronted the ten progenitors, bought her precious time, which was admirable.

Although their acquaintance was brief—even including her previous experience of crossing the river of time to stop the Crimson King and her time in the Lost Immortal Ancient Realm, they had only met two or three times—this did not prevent them from forging a deep friendship and becoming close confidants.

The length of time doesn't matter much to them; their similar beliefs and wills allow them to recognize each other as kindred spirits at a glance.

The clay figure seemed to know something, and a will revived, giving Shaohua a deep look.

"I never expected you would actually return!" the clay figure exclaimed, unable to hide its excitement, a flame of hope instantly igniting in its heart.

If this person can defy the heavens and return, can his disciple also return?

Shaohua knew exactly what Nitai was thinking, and immediately said decisively, "The source of darkness has not been eliminated, so I shall return, and Huang shall also return!"

She felt no confusion whatsoever, even though the person sleeping on the eerie plateau was herself, she had the unwavering belief that she could sweep it away.

"Good! Good! Good!" the clay figure exclaimed three times, its voice resounding throughout the heavens, and everyone could feel its heartfelt joy.

After agonizing torment and waiting, hope has finally arrived. Who wouldn't be excited?
"May I ask the Heavenly Emperor, what exactly happened in that battle?" the clay figure asked.

Both the Black Emperor and Duan De pricked up their ears, and even the Western Emperor hugged his daughter's arm tightly, looked up, and had high expectations in his eyes, eager to know the full story.

Indeed, they all knew that the Desolate Emperor had perished in that battle, and that Shao Hua had thrown the coffins of the Ten Eerie Ancestors out of the plateau, ultimately sacrificing himself to feed the ominous, frightening the Ancestors into a state of utter despair.

After the invincible golden bodies of the eerie progenitors were broken, they wanted to fight their way back to the plateau, but after most of their power was taken away, they were no match for Dark Youth.

In the beginning, the ancestors even wanted to wash away the blood of all the worlds and sacrifice themselves to the supreme being in the dark, but they were afraid of waking up the dark youth and worried that they would be doing her a favor.

After all, back then, Dark Ages was the greatest mystery in the world. If the source of the mystery that was speculated to exist were awakened, who knows what would happen.

The progenitors dared not go too far, and instead gathered their remaining forces, turning one great realm after another into dark, calamistic lands, gradually eroding other worlds, and constantly carrying out small-scale sacrifices in an attempt to restore their own strength.

This gave the trio and all the beings in the heavens time to develop.

Without a doubt, it was an extremely bloody yet glorious era, where all sorts of geniuses and prodigies emerged, and the former strongmen grew up in blood and fire.

In particular, Wu Shi, Ruthless Man, and Ye Fan made great strides forward.

Finally, the ancestors could no longer sit still.

With three people forming the supreme Immortal Emperors who may have touched the realm of sacrificial arts, and with Dark Youth refining all the strange substances and about to awaken, how could the ancestors not go mad?
The world's greatest dark upheaval has erupted, affecting countless worlds!
In that battle, Ruthless Man, Wu Shi, and Ye Fan risked their lives without fear and ascended to the Sacrifice Dao Domain almost simultaneously, before forcibly perishing together with the strange ancestors.

However, there are also rumors that the three of them rushed into the field of sacrificial arts, and no matter how firm their beliefs were, they were unable to take away all the strange progenitors.

In the very end, someone else intervened and buried that great era.
Shao Hua sighed softly and slowly recounted her experience of fighting alongside Huang.

Of course, certain things involving her own misfortune and descent into darkness cannot be discussed lightly.

It's not that it's a little embarrassing to say, but it touches on her dark side, which is unspeakable.

Upon hearing that Huang had single-handedly blocked the ten progenitors with his last sword strike, Mudman almost lost control of his emotions. His aura exploded, causing the entire Underworld to tremble and the heavens to roar.

"Is my disciple brave?" he couldn't help but ask.

Without much thought, Shao Hua immediately replied, "Courage, unparalleled in fierceness!"

The clay figure, however, became even more agitated, then regained its composure and sighed deeply, looking up at the sky.

He said nothing more, returned to his original position, and silently guarded this cemetery as he had done countless ages ago, until his last obsession completely dissipated.

Shao Hua also saw the large graves behind the clay statue. He imagined that those buried there were people from his time, people whose past had been reflected back from the past.

"By the way, in that small world that was revived, I formed a bond with a willow tree. It was an ancestral spirit from ancient times, and it came from the same place as me."

At first, she lost her memory, but later we found the letter left by Huang. After she regained her memory, she entered the mortal realm through another path to continue searching for traces of Huang. "She seemed to remember something at the end and mentioned Liu Shen again."

By this time, the Willow Goddess should have already entered the mortal realm.

I wonder if the Willow Goddess has had any conflicts with people in the mortal world.

Thinking about this, she recalled the huge blunder of almost being double-teamed by the Beginningless Bell and the Imperial Spear, and she didn't know what to think about it.

"Is this really true?!" The clay figure couldn't help but stand up again, its eyes shooting out a dazzling light, as if trying to pierce through the barrier between the realms of Yin and Yang and see that familiar old friend.

“Absolutely true,” Shao Hua nodded and said.

The clay figure pondered for a long time, then looked back at the large graves scattered all over the ground. Finally, it decided to go to the mortal world to see the ancestral spirits with its own eyes.

Shao Hua and the others stopped disturbing the sage and turned to walk to the other side of the ultimate place of reincarnation, where there were also rows of large graves, where beings belonging to the lineage of the Ancient Heavenly Court were buried.

Among them were people Shao Hua knew, such as those ancient emperors who had been personally summoned from the forbidden zone of life and later followed her.

There were also people she wasn't very familiar with, such as the group Ye Fan brought in during the later era, and the many geniuses who joined the Desolate Ancient Heavenly Court during the hundreds of thousands of years when she was lost in the Immortal Ancient Era.

There is a very special "grave", or rather, it should not be called a grave at all. It looks like a vast, misty lake with lotus flowers swaying gracefully in it.

"This is the tomb of the Azure Emperor, and next to it is the tomb of the Emperor Venerable." Duan De was very familiar with this place, as if he had returned to his own home, and couldn't help but introduce it.

In fact, he dug most of the graves here himself, so it would be strange if he wasn't familiar with them.

“These are all cenotaphs; we can’t collect their remains.” Black Emperor was unusually serious for a moment, and said in a very deep tone.

It then raised its paw and pointed at two small mounds not far away, saying:
"Oh, over there are those two gatekeepers. One kept shouting that he wanted to witness everything, and the other always said that peace is the most important thing. As a result, they were both swept away by a shockwave on the battlefield and died at the same time, their souls scattered."

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Hearing this, Shao Hua's heavy mood was greatly relieved.

(End of this chapter)