Chapter 1199: Fellow Daoist, Wait for Me (First Update)
On this day, a great upheaval occurred in the Primordial Realm. Ling Tianzun, Yue Tianzun, Huo Tianzun, and the First Supreme Emperor of the Upper Sovereigns, Xiao Weisu, joined forces to slay the Earth Mother Primordial Sovereign and fell the Primordial Tree.
The Fifteenth Southern Supreme Emperor of the Upper Sovereigns led a great army to attack the Northern Supreme Emperor’s Heavenly Court, eradicating this cancerous tumor from the Primordial Realm once and for all.
In this campaign, the Southern Supreme Emperor unified the Primordial Realm. Countless heroic and tragic tales unfolded, too many to recount one by one.
On the day the Earth Mother Primordial Sovereign was beheaded, strange phenomena descended from the heavens. Many incredible events occurred—the collapse of the Primordial Tree was one matter, but beyond that, there were spatial distortions and the descent of divine beings.
Some said that Hao Tianzun, a renowned elder of the Outer Realm Heavenly Court, led the Heavenly Court’s experts to descend, assisting Yue Tianzun, Huo Tianzun, and others in slaying the Earth Mother.
Others claimed that Yue Tianzun’s divine abilities spiraled out of control, that she was severely wounded by the Earth Mother Primordial Sovereign, left crippled and disfigured.
Still others said that Xiao Weisu earned the favor of Yue Tianzun and Ling Tianzun, and they entrusted him with the felled Primordial Tree.
And there were those who said that Ling Tianzun and Huo Tianzun made the decision to let Xiao Weisu govern the Primordial Realm.
However, after that, Yue Tianzun was rarely seen.
Ling Tianzun also went into seclusion once more, showing signs of retiring after achieving success.
What truly happened that day has become history, unknown to outsiders.
That day, Yue Tianzun fled back to her palace. If she had wanted to leave, no one in the world could have stopped her. Yet, to rescue Ling Tianzun, she did exactly as she had done in her dreams.
She sacrificed her own legs and her beauty, exchanging them for Ling Tianzun’s chance to escape.
She practically crawled back to her palace and immediately set up various spatial seals to prevent Hao Tianzun and the others from finding her.
“Yan’er, bring a screen. Don’t let outsiders see me,” she said in a trembling voice.
The screen concealed her, and Yan’er thoughtfully lit a lantern for her behind it.
Yue Tianzun shakily picked up a mirror, looked at the hideous face reflected in it, and flung the mirror away with a trembling hand.
Just then, a figure approached silently. Yan’er and the other palace maids seemed not to notice him at all.
Qin Mu walked toward the screen. Yue Tianzun covered her face, her voice hoarse: “Don’t come closer. I don’t want you to see me like this!”
Qin Mu pushed aside the screen. Yue Tianzun let out a scream. No matter which direction Qin Mu approached the screen from, it always blocked his path.
“Yue.”
Qin Mu stood before the screen, speaking softly: “I’m going back.”
Yue Tianzun remained silent.
Qin Mu continued, “I can’t save you yet. I can’t break Xiao Weisu’s Primordial One Qi, nor can I unravel Huo Tianzun’s divine abilities. But in the future, when your peach trees have spread across all heavens and myriad realms, when I return with this painting, you will regain your former appearance. Then, you will still be Yue Tianzun.”
He bowed respectfully, then turned and walked away: “Fellow Daoist, wait for me.”
Silence reigned behind the screen.
After a long time, the woman seated in the shadows behind the screen gave a slight nod.
Time passed like flowing water.
The end of the Supreme Emperor Era was already a foregone conclusion.
The Earth Mother Primordial Sovereign was dead, Yue Tianzun was gravely wounded, leaving only Ling Tianzun to hold the line alone. But Ling Tianzun’s divine abilities were vast and possessed incredible power. Especially in the final years of the Supreme Emperor Era, once she unleashed her techniques, no one could rival her.
Yet, open attacks are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to defend against. Ling Tianzun was ambushed by the Heavenly Emperor and ultimately perished in the Heavenly River.
Thus, a prosperous dynasty that had lasted three hundred thousand years came to an end.
That year, a young girl from the White Dragon Clan, carrying a long sword on her back, led countless ragged remnants of the Supreme Emperor’s people. They endured countless hardships, fleeing the pursuit of the Outer Realm Heavenly Court’s gods and demons, and finally arrived at the Eastern Sea after untold suffering.
She led the Supreme Emperor’s survivors out to sea.
After an unknown period, they encountered a floating island on the ocean. The island was covered in blooming peach blossoms, incredibly vibrant.
The master of that place received them. The master had a peculiar habit—they refused to see outsiders and only stayed hidden behind a screen.
“I can send you to take refuge in a hidden heavenly realm,” said the master of the peach orchard to the White Dragon Clan girl. “When the Supreme Emperor’s calamity subsides, you can return to this land.”
The White Dragon Clan girl expressed her gratitude.
She often practiced her sword techniques, and the master of the peach orchard would be wheeled out in a wheelchair by a young girl, her face veiled, watching her swordplay with a distant gaze.
The sword moved like a fish-dragon dance, its light reflecting across the Eastern Sea.
The White Dragon Clan girl noticed many strange things about the floating island. Wandering through the peach grove, she would sometimes end up in other heavenly realms, sometimes in the Primordial Realm, and occasionally even in the Nether Realm or the Mystic Realm.
She also discovered that the master of the peach orchard had a peculiar obsession—she would constantly ask the girl named Yan’er how far the peach grove had spread.
The White Dragon Clan girl learned that this strange peach grove had been planted from a single peach branch by the master of the orchard, and it had taken thousands of years to grow to its current scale.
She also heard from Yan’er that the master of the peach orchard was waiting for someone. Only when the peach grove had filled all heavens and myriad realms would that person appear.
In the end, the White Dragon Clan girl led her people through the peach grove into a hidden heavenly realm, where they settled down and multiplied.
The White Dragon Clan girl also often ventured out, teaching the people of the Primordial Realm the ways of Dao and divine abilities, spreading the ideals of the Supreme Emperor Era.
She came to be revered as the Supreme Emperor Sword God.
She would frequently pass through that peach grove. The grove had gradually spread to many heavenly realms, but the master of the peach orchard still hadn’t found the person she was waiting for.
The White Dragon Clan girl met a young man named Qin Ye, encountered Wen Tian’ge who was always chopping wood, the ill-tempered Di Yiyue, and the dashing, cross-dressing Yan Yunxi.
She continued to walk the world. The master of the peach orchard was waiting for someone, and she, too, was waiting for someone.
Unbeknownst to her, twenty thousand years passed. The Heavenly Court of the Kai Emperor turned to dust, past glories became ruins. The master of the peach orchard still hadn’t found that person, and she hadn’t found him either.
Another twenty thousand years of dark ages passed. The White Dragon Clan girl searched tirelessly, seeking clues about that person.
One day, she passed by the source of the Yong River. Mist began to rise over the river. The young girl carrying the divine sword couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion. This river had buried too much history, so much that the surging waters had become the sobs of time itself.
Then, she saw the gods of the Heavenly Court descending to attack.
The gods of the Heavenly Court were pursuing a girl carrying a basket. She stepped in to save the girl, but the girl was already at death’s door.
She admired this heroic woman and escorted her forward, but in the end, the girl collapsed into the Yong River.
In the basket was a tiny infant, wailing loudly.
On the infant’s chest lay a jade pendant engraved with the character “Qin.”
Night fell. The White Dragon Clan girl watched as the infant drifted to a small village by the banks of the Yong River.
“Listen!” came an old woman’s voice from the village. “There’s a baby crying outside!”
Forty-six years later, on the Yong River, turbulent waves surged, crashing against the shore and splitting the banks.
Mist rose again. Streaks of light flashed, and Qin Mu appeared on the river’s surface, accompanied by Wei Suifeng, Long Bo Wang, Feng Qiuyun, Lin Xiao, and tens of thousands of elite Feather Forest soldiers.
A fierce wind blew, raising high waves that scattered the mist. Divine power erupted on the river, the wind ceased, the waves calmed, and the Feather Forest soldiers stood in solemn silence.