Chapter 189

“Do you hear me?”
“Hear what?”
Gu Man of Jiang Jianglong twitched his eyebrows as he heard Guang Shuang’s words. What on earth was he talking about in the midst of all the excitement?
From the looks of it, he’s not just trying to stall for time.
“If you can’t hear me, turn your head and see for yourself.”
“Cut the crap and unsheathe your sword.”
What are we talking about…….
Boohoohoo- Boohoohoo-
A cry is heard from somewhere, somehow rippling through the waters of the Yangtze River.
A woman was crying in the middle of nowhere. She cries so hard that her organs are about to be cut out, and she sees a man whose pale complexion has gradually turned into a handful of blood.
Euuuuuuu- Euuuuuuuu!
A man’s soul is gone.
He fell to sobbing, pouring out his soul and spirit.
“That is what it means for someone to die.”
Gu Man turned his head away at the saint’s words, but the sound of Tang Miyan’s melancholy song nevertheless echoed across the Yangtze River.
Danjiangjia (Heartbroken Sorrow).
The pain of a broken intestine, a surname that reflects the feelings of a parent who has lost a child.
It also refers to the pain of losing a family member, and Tang Miyan’s song is imbued with the sorrow of Danjiangjia.
The tranquil sound of the Yangtze River and the echoing melody of the song, “Ka-ang!
Fuhua!
The clashing of spearheads and the splashing of the water could be heard in every corner.
The tide of the Dead Sea is crashing against the castle.
Gu Man’s two eyes are on him. Now it was just him and himself.
“What are you fighting for, and is the victory worth it?”
Gu Man’s head swivels in various directions as he listens. His longtime sanctuary on the waters of the Yangtze River is in shambles.
The river’s bubbling waters are slowly submerging the bodies of the dead, and the bodies of those buried in the river’s waters are still stained with blood.
The Yangtze was a mess. Seeing this, the Dragon King of the Yangtze, Gu Man, grew impatient.
“Tell me in your own words, you great warrior, what you are fighting for. What of our children, slain by your sword, slain by the Factionists, who will comfort their souls, for the moment has come when there is no turning back without seeing the end?”
At his words, the Berserker shook his head.
“Those who have fallen by my sword, so many of the enemies of the Yangtze, have died by my hand. Death has come.”
As Gu Man said, it was too late. Who could say who was to blame?
“I’m not a battle-mad man.”
“…….”
Kwangseung’s words made Gu Man stand still.
“So I fought. I fought and fought and fought. I thought it was the way to save the Zheng Clan, but it wasn’t.”
Tang Miyan’s tears fall from his eyes. He turns his head to the sky and smiles hollowly.
“Death makes someone sad, and then Eun-won is born again. I’ve always thought it was natural, but I’d like to enlighten this damned bastard before he dies.”
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I can hear the echoes of the Vajrayana Sutra. The asshole.
The words of the Vajrayana Heart Sutra still echoed in Kwangseung’s ears.
“Transient, you and I will die too.”
Gu Man’s cheeks twitched.
“Look around. All four of your Jianggangs are ruined.”
“I’ll be fine once I recover.”
“Is that what you say when you see your youth and ambition burned to the ground, and your great castle, the one you built, collapsed at this very moment?”
Gu Man did not retort easily.
“While you and I were fighting. Many must have been killed and sacrificed. We’ve each done our part, but it’s time to lay it down. Someone has to intervene. Will it only end when everything is destroyed and everyone dies?”
Gu Man’s Unworldly Dao slowly lowered as he listened to Kwang Seung’s words.
“Hmph. You have a plan.”
“Of course not. We’ll just have to pick up the pieces now, and that won’t be enough for a decade.”
He’s right. As Kwangseung said, much of what we have already built has been burned, ravaged, and lost. Perhaps even if we stop now, the anger and resentment that burns somewhere will set the Middle Kingdom rolling like a water wheel again.
I can see Isaac Xinyi in the distance, slumped over and asleep.
Amifa was destroyed by Gu Man himself. Simply because it was a just war.
He was the closest to him, so he was the first to die.
Will Isaac Cinnie’s benefactor disappear like this?
No, it will not disappear forever.
Her life will be centered solely on the Yangtze River.
The numbers alone will make her want to kill.
But if we don’t stop now, everything will be destroyed.
What can be gained from destruction?
The words of the great sage roused Gu Man from his reverie.
Kwao! Kwao!
The waves of the serene Yangtze River were shattered by the explosions of the battle. In the distance, Gu Man could see Qi Sheng struggling to evade Fang Liang’s attacks, bouncing his steps in the air several times.
Seeing this, Gu Man let out a light sigh and slowly walked past him.
* * *
A glint of joy flashed in Fang Liang’s eyes. It was right in front of him.
The shoals of silver fish swarmed over him, and the feel of his flesh against his fingertips aroused his excitement.
He would slit its throat and bathe in its blood any day now, he thought, and the waves kept coming, one after the other.
He was skilled at evading, but on the waves of the Yangtze River, it was a different matter. He had already been drawn into the depths of the Yangtze by his own lure, and his confidence in his own abilities would soon be tested.
When his strength fails him, and all he can do is settle into the boat and raise his sword to block.
I will wake him from his slumber and devour him in one fell swoop.
The school of silver fish beneath the ferry is but a trick of the eye. The sand fish that sleeps beneath the ferry is the real thing.
He has a taste for blood. It’s been a long time since he’s tasted the hot blood of a wave.
“Hmph. Wait a bit.”
As he said that, he swerved away from the shoals of silver fish and saw Gisheng at the end of the rowboat, huddled in a precarious position.
He looked quite exhausted, and his mouth was full of sweetness.
Even if he raised his sword and slashed at the silver fish, he realized that it wouldn’t be easy since he was trapped in the Yangtze River.
Then.
“……!”
The scattering of hindquarters and the scrambling of chicken bones announced. That there is something untoward beneath this ferry I am touching.
No sooner had he finished his thought than he saw a black, gaping maw of a beast, larger than the ferry, piercing through the waters of the Napda River, its eyes like jewels of deep, glowing red light, gleaming with the knowledge that it had already found its prey, its gaping maw filled with razor-sharp teeth.
Its eyes opened wide and puffy.
He hadn’t expected to see a spirit creature, a black sand fish that was said to have been sleeping for a long time.
Not only was its lifespan not much different from that of the Menglin Blood Net that had been sleeping on Mount Kunlun, but its ferocity and bloodlust were also known to be among the strongest among all existing spirit beasts.
“Hmph, such black magic…….”
He pushed all of his strength into the sword and clashed with it, the blade grazing the bridge of its nose and being chewed by its molars.
Tsk!
“Hahahaha! What a shame. How can I face him without a sword?”
Laughing at the shattered blade, Fah Liang laughed at the black tongue that prowled beneath the ferry, eagerly awaiting the moment when it could chew on the flesh of the young man’s body.
“He never lets go of his prey once he has it.”
“Why would a spirit creature like this fall for a lowly bastard like you…….?”
Faryang’s eyebrows twitched at the old man’s words. Just as he was about to say something to Qi Sheng, who couldn’t recognize him now that they were all dying, a boom!
A black lionfish bounced off the water and leaped forward to chew up the entire ferry. Seeing the scene, Fah Liang smiled at the corners of his mouth.
It was inevitable. Any human who fell into the black lion’s maw would not be able to return alive. Their intestines would be shredded and turned into handfuls of blood.
The moment.
Kukkakkakkakkakkakkaka!
Pow!
The water of the Yangtze River was shattered, and the waves that were created flew out, instantly knocking Black Death into the distance.
Fang Liang looked around in disbelief.
“Hmph, Black Death!”
His faint exclamation was short-lived.
How many people could split the middle of the Yangtze River with such immense strength?
Fang Liang’s expression hardened as he realized this. If he was a victor, he had no hope.
But then.
“It’s me. Faryang.”
“……?”
“Yes.”
Gu Man, the master of the Yangtze River, the Dragon King, the Buddha above the Yangtze River, the sky above the Yangtze River, appeared before Fah Liang.
“……The one that blew away the Black Death?”
“So it happened.”
“Why on earth would…….”
Gu Man shrugged his shoulders as he looked at Fah Liang in disbelief. Because what he said next was even harder to believe.
“A truce.”
A truce.
Fah Liang’s eyes widened. He wasn’t sure if Gu Man was right.
“Did you say a truce?”
“Yes, a truce.”
“No, what kind of truce…….”
“It is.”
Guo Man’s terse reply, but Fah Liang, who was about to retort, had to bow his head as if he had no choice.
“I’ll …… take care of it.”
“Call in every last one of them. Every last one of them. It’ll take some time.”
“I will.”
And just like that, the bloody battle on the Yangtze River.
It was slowly and quietly coming to an end.
* * * *
Guangxiang turned around.
Qi Sheng, Bai Xiaochuang, and Isaac Xinyi, who had exhausted all their energy.
Dang Miyeon never stopped wailing,
It’s desperate. This is the result of fighting for the sake of the Zheng Clan.
But Kwangseung knows it’s not over yet.
And so he does.
Looking at Hong Jiabao of Geng’an running in the distance, Naji Mak opened his mouth.
“I’m asking you to take over here.”
“Where are you going?”
“To see the end.”
Guangxiang knew. Where this beginning and end came from.