Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 359 My Wife, Please Ascend

The red beans Pei Jianjia brought back, the snail-shaped ink she received from Zhuque, and the storybooks that Ye Nianyi and Nangong Zhuozhuo reluctantly gave up took up the most space.

Since she couldn't carry too much, Song Xinci only brought the book that recorded her and Yun Yi's memories.

Most importantly, there was the puppet she completed with Yun Yi's help.

Suddenly, a very suppressed sob came from outside, which startled Song Xinci.

Yun Yi naturally guessed who was outside; he wasn't the only one who couldn't bear to part with his wife tonight.

He opened the door and looked outside, only to find the room empty. However, judging from the lingering fragrance in the air, Zhuque, Nangong Zhuozhuo, and Ye Nianyi had all been there, without exception.

Song Xinci asked, "Who is it?"

Yun Yi closed the door again: "No one's here. It's probably just the wind."

Not far away, Zhuque was forcefully covering Nangong Zhuozhuo's mouth. Who would have thought that this person, who usually seemed the most carefree, would be crying so absurdly at this moment?

She said pitifully, "It's strange, I feel like I'm so sad that I can't feel pain anymore. I was biting my hand just now, trying to hold back my tears, but now I don't feel any pain at all."

Zhuque rolled her eyes: "You just bit me."

Nangong Zhuozhuo burst into laughter through her tears.

Ye Nianyi said with disgust, "Snot! Ugh, my snot is running down my face. Don't wipe it on my sleeve!"

After some playful fighting, the three of them finally felt a little relieved of their sorrow at parting.

Yun Yi deliberately concealed the matter inside the room, so Song Xinci was completely unaware. She focused on tidying up her small bundle before returning to bed, satisfied.

As if afraid of forgetting something when leaving, she actually held the small bundle in her arms, as if she wouldn't let go no matter what happened.

Yun Yi couldn't help but laugh.

Song Xinci retorted angrily, "What's so funny about that?"

Yun Yi: "Who sleeps with a bundle in their arms?"

"You don't understand, I'm afraid of leaving something behind!"

"I will remind you, of course."

"No need, I can do it myself."

She insisted on sleeping with her bundle in her arms, and Yunyi couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he could only obediently hug his wife from behind and carefully feel her body temperature.

Strangely enough, Yun Yi used to spend all night watching over his wife's condition, so he hadn't been able to fall asleep for a long time.

After making up his mind tonight, he became immersed in his wife's presence, gradually relaxed, and soon fell asleep.

Little did anyone know that Song Xinci was the opposite; she hid an embroidery needle in her bundle and would prick her fingertip with it whenever she felt sleepy.

The pain chased away sleepiness, and even the chilling dream could not find a way to intrude upon this place.

Song Xinci stared intently at Yun Yi's face, determined to imprint his features firmly in her heart.

Only in this way can one recognize the other person at a glance when they meet again!
……

The night passed.

As dawn broke, Yun Yi suddenly opened his eyes and was startled to realize that he had actually fallen asleep.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his wife was still in his arms.

Song Xinci's eyes were red as she asked, "Will you draw my eyebrows today?"

Yun Yi was shocked: "You...you actually remember? Could it be that you..."

Seeing his wife's bloodshot eyes, he instantly realized what was happening.

The two of them then tacitly avoided mentioning the matter. Yun Yi returned with water as usual and they washed up together.

Then Song Xinci sat in front of the dressing table, and Yun Yi took out a snail-shaped ink stick and carefully outlined her face.

Practice makes perfect; the more you do it, the better the results become.

Song Xinci smiled sweetly at Yun Yi: "Beautiful."

Yun Yi smiled and said, "You've always been very good-looking."

When the two finished their work and opened the door again, they found that everyone had come into the courtyard at some point.

Song Xinci bowed to her relatives and friends in turn, saying, "Thank you all for your trouble."

At this moment, she was carrying the small bundle she had personally packed the night before, looking as if she were about to embark on a long journey.

Yunyi took out the Ascension Pill, gently opened the jade box, and handed it to his wife.

He wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he found himself speechless.

The two understood each other perfectly, and Song Xinci naturally understood what he meant, so she obediently picked up the pill and put it in her mouth.

A rare and pure spiritual energy instantly spread throughout Song Xinci's body, sweeping away her fatigue, brightening her eyes and making her clothes move even without wind.

The swaying motion gave it an ethereal, otherworldly feel.

In the blink of an eye, she transformed back into the elegant and peerless female sword immortal in flowing white robes.

Unfortunately, she no longer had the soft, delicate hand to hold.

At the same time, the scenery in the sky was changing rapidly. The dome was cracking inch by inch like a glass cup, and countless golden rays poured out from the cracks.

This golden light of the Heavenly Dao was not only dazzling, but also seemed to have a substantial weight. Wherever it passed, space distorted, turning into steps that gradually spread to Song Xinci's front.

It seemed as if they were inviting her into the celestial realm.

Song Xinci took one last, reluctant look at her husband, her heart filled with courage as she was moved by the determination in his eyes.

Finally, she took the first step.

When Song Xinci's feet landed on the Heavenly Ladder, the cause and effect of this life instantly vanished, making her come into this world clean and leave it transparent.

At the same time, the master of the Overturning Heaven Pavilion, who was hiding somewhere in the human world, sensed something and flew into the sky alone. He saw a heavenly ladder leading to the Flying Heaven Secret Realm, which meant that someone was about to ascend to heaven.

He was both shocked and furious, and couldn't help but exclaim, "So, I'm going to ascend again so soon?!"

As one of the strongest beings in the mortal realm, the Lord of the Overturning Heaven Pavilion quickly composed himself. After some thought, he murmured, "I thought that your fate had changed because you gave up on ascension. It seems that I still have to take action myself to interrupt your dream of ascension with the Heavenly Dao!"

He had made up his mind and was about to head to the Heavenly Ladder when a tall figure blocked his way.

Wang Shenlai, still dressed in his blue robe with wide sleeves, stood suspended in mid-air.

He said, "So this is what you meant when you said you would see Song Xinci off the other day."

The Lord of Futian Pavilion has no mood for reminiscing today. "Supreme detachment cannot be merged with the Heavenly Dao!"

"What kind of logic is this?"

"Once the Way of Heaven merges with the Supreme Being's detachment from worldly desires, a great calamity will surely befall the human world!"

"how do I say this?"

"I've seen it myself."

Upon hearing this, Wang Shenlai looked intently at the Master of Futian Pavilion, but unfortunately, he could not see through the illusion and see his face clearly.

He sighed, “I don’t know where you came from or why you have this obsession. But in my opinion, it is absolutely impossible for Song Xinci to ascend to the heavens and cause the great disaster you mentioned.”

The Lord of Futian Pavilion clenched his fists. "It seems you have no intention of making way."

With a wave of his sleeve, Wang Shenlai unfurled a scroll behind him, which rapidly expanded, becoming an overwhelming spectacle in the blink of an eye.

The world has been transformed, turning into a landscape painting.

The two immortals were locked in a stalemate, each radiating immense battle intent. Their power was so great that, without the slightest obstruction from this painting, the mortal realm would likely have suffered an undeserved calamity.

The Lord of the Overturning Heaven Pavilion has no magical treasures, only a physical body. That's how he transcended the Three Realms and entered the Immortal Realm.

Wang Shenlai held no sword, but behind him, scroll after scroll unfolded, revealing a sword within each painting, pointing towards the Master of Futian Pavilion.

The Master of the Overturning Heaven Pavilion snorted coldly, "Getting in the way."

A small ink-wash sword, carrying divine lightning from the heavens, pierced towards the Lord of the Overturning Heaven Pavilion, but he grabbed it and casually crushed it into pieces.

Then he walked step by step toward Wang Shenlai. Even though he encountered various sword intents along the way, he remained fearless and continued walking, displaying an aura of killing ghosts and gods alike.

Wang Shenlai remained expressionless. Even though countless sword intents were shattered as a result, behind him, like an endless scroll, a continuous stream of sword intents emerged, determined to trap the opponent here.

……

Song Xinci's path to success was not smooth, and she encountered a fatal obstacle. This was because with every step she took, a mysterious force seemed intent on taking away the small burden she now valued more than her own life…

Heaven doesn't understand. She has already accepted ascension, so why is she so stubborn now?

Song Xinci hugged the small bundle tightly to her chest, gritted her teeth, and took another step forward under immense pressure.

If she had willingly given up everything, this path shouldn't have been so difficult.

But the more she defied the laws of nature, the more arduous the path became.

The way of Heaven is truly incomprehensible. A voice came from above: "Foolish child, once you enter the Heavenly Realm, all things in the mortal world are like fleeting clouds. Why force them?"

Song Xinci frowned deeply, gritting her teeth as she said, "I'm going to the Heavenly Realm for my own sake, not to please anyone else. I have my bottom line..."

"Confused!"

At this moment, Song Xinci had already struggled to reach the middle of the air. She remained determined, resolved not only to complete this journey but also to take her small bundle with her to the Heavenly Realm!

She just doesn't want to make a difficult choice; she wants everything!
Inside the Flying Heaven Secret Realm, Yun Yi looked up at his wife's frail body and heard the Heavenly Dao's words, "Foolish."

Unable to bear it any longer, he summoned the Azure Lotus Sword Intent and flew to his wife's side, shielding her from the immense force before her.

Feeling the pressure ease slightly, Song Xinci immediately sped up the steps.

The small cyan sword was half a body length ahead of her, moving forward with difficulty, constantly emitting the sound of metal scraping against metal.

In a daze, Song Xinci vaguely saw a familiar figure grab the hilt of the Azure Lotus Sword Intent and thrust it forward forcefully to clear a path for her!
The man looked somewhat similar to her; he was her father, Song Guanglin.

Unfortunately, the power of Heaven is inexhaustible, and the Azure Lotus Sword Intent was quickly worn down to only half... until even the last half turned into dust.

Song Xinci suddenly felt a weight on her body and fell to her knees, feeling as if her bones were about to be crushed to powder.

Heaven is still urging her to let go of the past, saying that as long as she throws away the burdens in her hands, she can ascend smoothly.

But she refused. Immediately afterwards, a snow-white sword intent soared upwards, seemingly capable of creating the heavens.

It immediately replaced the Azure Lotus Sword Intent and came to Song Xinci's side, sheltering her from the wind and rain, even at the cost of its own life.

Song Xinci finally got a moment to catch his breath, struggled to his feet, and continued to climb upwards.

Then, the Soaring Sword Intent inevitably followed in the footsteps of its predecessor, and began to crumble under immense pressure, even though it was reduced to a mere insignificant fragment.

It still possesses the majestic momentum of soaring ninety thousand miles into the sky.

Following closely behind was a tiger's roar, and a giant, jet-black tiger flew up to continue the mission that the two sword intents had not yet completed.

At the same time, a burst of blood mist erupted from Yun Yi's right arm, and the Tiger-Taming Path left to him by Master Kuhaha was about to be completely exhausted.

Despite losing several "old buddies" in succession, Yun Yi still refused to back down an inch.

Enraged, he smashed the purple-gold gourd. The three hundred small swords he had nurtured for many days seemed to transform into a torrential downpour, and under the guidance of Fang Yuan's sword intent, they actually pierced the sky from the ground!

Still not satisfied with his methods, Yun Yi held a sword in one hand and charged towards the sky under immense pressure!

But he's only at the Void Returning Realm; how far can he go on this path?

Such meager cultivation might be considered a master in the mortal realm, but in the eyes of Heaven, it's nothing but a joke.

As the square sword in Yun Yi's hand unleashed layers of sword light, Monkey Boss suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "He's about to find his own way of the sword! Nangong Feitian has a successor!"

Everyone was incredibly excited, and Suzaku had already pierced his palm with his fingertips, unaware that blood was dripping down his face.

……

The relationship between humanity and nature has always been one of the most perplexing questions in the world.

People say it's all predetermined, but they also say that human will can overcome fate.

Yun Yi, however, felt that the relationship between man and nature was not one of one suppressing the other, but rather one of maintaining a delicate balance.

Balance brings order, and order brings stability.

But what if the scales start to tip and the balance is broken?
The answer is rules.

Only rules can bring peace to the three realms, ensuring that the living live and the dead die, so that life and death are not reversed and heaven and earth are not overturned.

After gaining enlightenment in the world of the painting, Yun Yi spent some time in hiding his talents and biding his time. Finally, he arrived at the time when he was in harmony with the Dao!

His aura not weakened but increased, his figure not retreated but advanced, and the Fangyuan Sword was honed into an even sharper sword shape with the help of the pressure of the Heavenly Dao!
At the same time, a dark figure silently appeared behind Yun Yi.

Although the figure's face was obscured, it was clear from various details that he looked exactly like Yun Yi.

Zhuque couldn't help but shout, "Yunyi, be careful of your inner demons!"

The difficulty in returning to emptiness and merging with the Dao lies in the "inner demons".

As the dividing line between the lower three realms and the upper three realms, the inner demon is also the last enemy faced by those in the Void Returning Realm.

Yun Yi had already experienced the power of inner demons back in the Realm of No Consciousness. They originate from the cultivator himself, and once manifested, they are immortal unless the physical body dies.

In order to achieve Dao, Song Xinci did not hesitate to seal her cultivation and go to the nameless town, precisely to use this method to eliminate her inner demons.

In other words, when everyone attains enlightenment, they will have their own unique way of dealing with their inner demons.

But Yunyi's attainment of Dao came too suddenly, as if he was completely unprepared for it.

Everyone was extremely worried about this, fearing that Yun Yi would not be able to overcome his inner demons and would ultimately stop here, with no possibility of ascension.

However, right before everyone's eyes, the inner demon did not attack Yun Yi. Instead, it gradually merged with him and also gripped the Fangyuan Sword with its own hand.

In fact, no one knows better than Yun Yi what his inner demons are.

He is indeed Yun Yi, but not the Yun Yi of this life, but the Yun Yi of his previous life.

Yun Yi had already noticed this in the Realm of No Consciousness, and thus deduced that although the inner demon and he were very different, they were exactly the same in one respect.

That is his love for Song Xinci, which has never changed through two lifetimes.

Therefore, what is a terrifying inner demon that would be utterly devastating to ordinary cultivators is, for Yun Yi, nothing more than a reconciliation with another version of himself.

He and his inner demons both had to unleash this divine sword strike for his wife!
The inner demon seemed to be saying, "Don't let Xinci down, don't let yourself down!"

As his inner demons gradually disappeared, Yun Yi's aura finally reached its peak, easily breaking through the invisible barrier.
The Dao Integration Realm!
He asked the heavens, "My wife has only one wish, why make things difficult for her?"

The Way of Heaven replied, "This is the rule."

Yun Yi drew his sword: "Then I will change this rule!"

At this moment, his divine sense merged with the sword, and he thought that no matter what, he must open up a smooth path to heaven for his wife.

The Fangyuan Sword was covered with a mysterious and profound Daoist aura, and the sword spirit also manifested a Dharma form that no one in the world had ever seen before.

He does not exist in any ancient texts; he is a unique being in this world.

Wherever his sharp blade passed, old rules vanished, and new rules immediately sprang up out of thin air.

Yun Yi let out a loud shout, and simultaneously unleashed the sword strike, man and law in perfect unison.

This sword strike was extremely precise, yet the blade's movement was smooth and effortless, as if it were a divine stroke, perfectly natural!

Indeed—a divine sword has arrived!
Immediately afterwards, the steps descended by the Heavenly Dao began to shatter, and a brand new, smooth road leading to heaven appeared beneath Song Xinci's feet.

She knew this was an opportunity her husband had fought for her, and without looking back, she hugged her small bundle and rushed forward.

That slender figure ultimately passed through the Heavenly Gate alone!

Song Xinci turned around abruptly, her gaze fixed on Yun Yi. Even though they were separated by thousands of miles, it seemed as if their hearts were still connected.

As the Heavenly Dao let out a sigh, the ravaged sky gradually returned to normal, and the gates of the Heavenly Realm gently closed.

Another battlefield.

The battle between the Lord of Futian Pavilion and Wang Shenlai had reached a critical juncture, but it came to an abrupt end because Song Xinci successfully ascended to heaven.

Because everything has become meaningless.

The Lord of the Overturning Heaven Pavilion laughed in fury: "Look, this mortal realm is about to be completely wiped out!"

Wang Shenlai said, "I don't understand what you mean. I only see that my disciple's wife has brought a glimmer of hope to the Heavenly Realm and the Heavenly Dao."

"what?!"

The old swordsman ignored the man and vanished in a flash.

The Lord of Futian Pavilion gazed intently at this world, waiting for a long time, but the "great disaster" he had anticipated did not occur.

He was so shocked he could hardly contain himself, trembling uncontrollably. "Could it be... that fate has changed, and this path is... the path to survival?!"

(End of this chapter)