Past Life and Present Life: Qin Wuya Gets Excited — You Really Think I Can't Bear to Lose You?
Past Life and Present Life: Qin Wuya Gets Excited — You Really Think I Can’t Bear to Lose You?
“This Heavenly Monarch Ziyang has been hunting me for so long. It seems he’s finally given up.”
Atop a mountain peak, the figure of a woman in white appeared.
Ethereal as an immortal, pure and otherworldly, so beautiful she seemed almost dreamlike, a faint smile gracing her flawless face.
Only, that smile carried a trace of coldness.
It was none other than Su Qingge.
After leaving the Vermilion Bird Empire that day and explaining to her “Senior Brother” Chu Hao that she wished to return to her family for a while,
she had come to the Black Tortoise Empire. With some simple methods, she had easily disposed of several prodigies bearing special physiques and harvested their Sources.
Moreover, Su Qingge harbored ulterior motives toward Heavenly Monarch Ziyang and had no intention of letting him off just like that.
But with her current cultivation, she was no match for Heavenly Monarch Ziyang. So after much deliberation, Su Qingge thought of another strategy.
Except that, for some reason, this strategy had actually been seen through by Heavenly Monarch Ziyang. He seemed to possess a Heavenly Eye divine ability capable of penetrating everything.
That was how she ended up being hunted by him.
However, as the Successor of Demonic Arts, she had no shortage of tricks, and the other soul within her Knowledge Sea was no pushover either.
With all manner of methods deployed, she had inflicted heavy losses on Heavenly Monarch Ziyang — not only were many of his followers killed or wounded, but he himself had been left in a sorry state.
During this time, Heavenly Monarch Ziyang was incomparably furious, pursuing her relentlessly without pause. Su Qingge had even lured him into the Eternal Overcast.
But no matter what, Heavenly Monarch Ziyang had never managed to catch her.
Instead, news of the recent uproar had spread, and even Su Qingge caught wind of it, greatly astonished.
The Successor of Demonic Arts had schemed to trap and kill numerous prodigies.
Heavenly Monarch Ziyang seemed to have sensed something amiss as well, and so abandoned the hunt.
This matter drew Su Qingge’s attention. In the end, she guessed it was likely the work of that hidden Organisation of Demonic Arts.
As for Ying Shuang’s identity, she hadn’t asked Mo Lao too much about it back then, precisely out of fear of arousing his suspicion.
She worried Mo Lao would learn that she, the Successor of Demonic Arts, was far from as powerful as they imagined.
“The Young Master is actually injured. Why do I keep feeling this is a self-inflicted ruse of his?”
“Forget it. As long as the Young Master is unharmed, that’s all that matters. In the current situation, this might actually be an opportunity for me.”
Su Qingge was communicating with her other soul. With all sides in chaos now, everyone terrified of the Successor of Demonic Arts as if he were a ghost or god, the turmoil was the perfect opportunity for her.
Otherwise, with her current cultivation, she couldn’t even handle a Ranked Disciple.
......
Meanwhile.
Sky Emperor Mountain was vast and magnificent, its many ranges and divine peaks towering and ancient, exuding a primordial aura.
In its deepest reaches stood numerous pavilions and palaces, resplendent and grand, majestic and archaic.
Shrouded in chaotic mist, it seemed as if it had existed since the very creation of the world.
At this moment, numerous terrifying auras surged and billowed here.
The heavens and earth changed color, and all manner of laws and Great Daos filled the space between the peaks and palaces.
Even Sacred Realm cultivators were crushed until they could barely breathe, their faces pale with terror, able only to prostrate themselves on the ground.
The Sacred Emperor of Sky Emperor Mountain was enraged!
Among them, ancient beings had even awakened — beings who had nearly attained the Dao in eras past, whose cultivation was now unfathomable, no longer belonging to the level of Sacred Emperor Realm.
Their emotional fluctuations alone could easily trigger changes in the starry skies beyond the domain; great swathes of stars shattered, reduced to dust filling the sky.
An ancient being of Prince Shen’s lineage let out a furious roar that shattered numerous life-bearing stars billions of miles away.
In truth, the moment Prince Shen’s Life Talisman shattered, the old man in charge of guarding the Life Talismans in Sky Emperor Mountain’s divine hall had noticed.
He had been so frightened his face turned white, his soul nearly fleeing his body, unable to recover his senses for a long while.
After Prince Ying betrayed Sky Emperor Mountain, Prince Shen had emerged into the world soon after. His status and talent were in no way inferior to Prince Ying’s.
Coupled with his many iron-blooded, forceful methods, he had quickly gained great renown in Sky Emperor Mountain and amassed a large following.
In the eyes of many, Prince Shen was very likely to take command of Sky Emperor Mountain in the near future.
His prospects were limitless; he was destined to stand at the very pinnacle of the Beyond.
Yet now he had fallen — and in nothing more than a minor entrance trial of the True Immortal Academy.
To the many ancient beings of Sky Emperor Mountain, this was no different from a bolt from the blue, dreamlike in its absurdity, simply impossible to believe.
And most crucially, the one who killed Prince Shen was actually another successor of Sky Emperor Mountain — the traitor, Prince Ying.
This matter had already become the talk of the entire Beyond.
Many orthodoxies and powers were watching the joke unfold.
Now Prince Ying had willingly degraded himself, becoming the Successor of Demonic Arts, casting aside his former identity and status, and had even killed a clansman who hailed from the same Sky Emperor Mountain.
This threw all of Sky Emperor Mountain into a rage, yet they were helpless, with nowhere to vent their fury.
In the end, instead, they heard that Prince Shen’s death had quite a lot to do with Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk.
The Buddhist Mountain behind him naturally became the place where Sky Emperor Mountain’s many ancient beings would vent their wrath.
“You damned bald donkey, this Venerable One will never rest until you’re destroyed!”
At once, a furious roar rang out here. A being wreathed in boundless crimson radiance, its aura incomparably terrifying, stepped out from the sky, its dharma body spanning over ten thousand miles, rushing toward the Buddhist Mountain to demand justice.
The heavens trembled. All manner of crimson light erupted, forming a great path piercing the sky, directly tearing through the void and spanning the universe.
The means and fortuitous opportunities Sky Emperor Shen had left behind for his descendants back then
were by no means as simple as inheritances and Sacred Emperor weapons.
The most powerful force among them was the various legions, who had once campaigned alongside Sky Emperor Shen, slaughtering without end.
Every one of them possessed unfathomable cultivation.
And now, the various legions had revived, all rushing toward the Buddhist Mountain to demand an explanation and a price for this matter. They would not let it rest.
For a time, many orthodoxies and great sects turned their attention over, feeling this was a spectacle not to be missed.
The winds and clouds shifted across all the heavens of the Beyond, with no peace to be found.
In the Vermilion Bird Empire, within a grand and ancient pavilion, several figures were present, conversing about something.
“That Successor of Demonic Arts actually failed to kill Gu Changge in the end...”
Bang!
Chu Hao slammed the teacup in his hand heavily onto the table. Had he not controlled his strength, everything before him would likely have long since been smashed to ash.
His expression was ugly. Clearly, he too had received the recent news.
Gu Changge was the person he hated most, so naturally he wished nothing more than for Gu Changge to die in that affair.
Unfortunately, he was disappointed once again.
The one who died miserably at the hands of the Successor of Demonic Arts was another Ranked Disciple. Gu Changge had merely suffered an injury to his Source.
In his eyes, such an injury was utterly insignificant.
“Hao’er, you must not let anger rule you. Why bother stooping to quarrel with a junior?”
Beside Chu Hao sat an old man with an immortal bearing and vigorous spirit, sporting a long beard, who smiled faintly as he spoke, setting down his own teacup.
Tang Wan sat across from the two of them. Hearing this, she said nothing, only feeling that this matter reeked of strangeness.
But where exactly the strangeness lay, she couldn’t say.
Of course, she too wished Gu Changge could die a miserable death — that way, wouldn’t the Slave Mark on her body be undone?
Chu Hao’s face showed fury, but he quickly calmed down and said with a bitter smile,
“Shishu, you don’t understand just how arrogant and overbearing that Gu Changge is, how he bullies others too far.”
“Even Wan’er... sigh...”
When Tang Wan was mentioned, he once again recalled the scene he had personally witnessed while hidden in the void back then.
It filled him with mad hatred and had become a nightmare he couldn’t shake off during this period.
Whenever he tried to enter meditative cultivation, he always felt a discomfort in his heart, unable to calm his mind.
Still, Chu Hao did not mention this matter to Tang Wan.
Tang Wan naturally had no idea what he was talking about, and simply assumed Chu Hao was referring to how the Tang Family behind her had been coerced by Gu Changge.
Because of the Slave Mark’s existence, she herself found it difficult to do anything that would betray Gu Changge.
She could only stay by Chu Hao’s side, occasionally bringing up words of persuasion, urging him to let go of his hatred.
But while Chu Hao agreed readily enough on the surface, in his heart he already hated Gu Changge to the bone.
“Hao’er, don’t be anxious. Though the background behind Gu Changge is terrifying, that doesn’t mean you have no chance for revenge. In this era of great contention, once you attain the Dao, the other prodigies of this generation will naturally cease to matter.”
“No matter how good Gu Changge’s talent is, can it surpass yours?”
At this, the white-bearded old man smiled and spoke. His name was Bai Yang, and he was Chu Hao’s shishu from the Supreme Cave Heaven.
He had always treated Chu Hao extremely well. His cultivation was unfathomable; he had broken through to the Sacred Emperor Realm many years ago.
Upon learning that Chu Hao had offended Gu Changge, he had rushed over from the Supreme Cave Heaven at the first opportunity to back Chu Hao up.
In their eyes, the doings of young prodigies like Gu Changge were nothing more than petty scuffles.
What truly influenced the shifting situation of the Beyond were the real powerhouses within each orthodoxy — the Sacred Emperors!
And even the beings above Sacred Emperor who claimed the title of Emperor!
“Hm? Why do I suddenly have this strange, familiar feeling...”
At that moment, Tang Wan, sitting to the side, suddenly furrowed her brows, her expression turning odd. A bizarre feeling arose in her heart.
A scene from what felt like a very distant past suddenly flashed rapidly through her mind.
But it was blurry and fragmented; she couldn’t see it clearly at all.
“What’s wrong, Wan’er?”
Chu Hao’s expression shifted slightly as he asked with concern, thinking she was feeling unwell.
But Tang Wan didn’t answer him. Her expression somewhat dazed, she stood up and walked to the pavilion’s window, gazing down below, as if searching for something.
That feeling just now had come too suddenly, catching her completely off guard.
It was as if someone very close to her had suddenly appeared by her side.
Two people reuniting after a long separation.
Only, the streets were filled with cultivators and living beings coming and going, and she couldn’t be sure who the person she was looking for was.
“Chu Hao gege, I’m fine.”
Tang Wan shook her head and soon walked back. But after thinking for a moment, she still asked hesitantly, “Hao gege, do you believe in past lives and reincarnation?”
Chu Hao was taken aback by the question, his mind thrown into a daze, unsure how to answer.
Why would she suddenly ask this? Had she noticed something just now?
“Past lives and reincarnation naturally exist.”
“Dissolving into reincarnation, even vast seas turn to ash.”
“Among the many prodigies, quite a few are born carrying the wisdom of their past lives. This is nothing strange.”
“Someone like Hao’er must have been an extraordinary figure in his past life, only, due to various circumstances, his past-life memories have yet to awaken. In the vast and boundless Beyond, cultivators who can awaken their past-life memories are actually vanishingly few, exceedingly rare.”
At this, it was Bai Yang who smiled and answered thus.
Tang Wan nodded, half understanding.
Chu Hao frowned, an ominous feeling rising in his heart. Why would Tang Wan suddenly say such a thing?
“That woman just now — there’s no mistake!”
“It’s definitely Wan’er! It’s really just as Ziyang shidi said — she too has reincarnated into this era.”
“Wonderful! What I owed her in my last life, I can finally make up for in this one. The heavens have treated me well!”
At this moment, not far from the pavilion where Chu Hao, Tang Wan, and the others were.
In an alley, a man of medium build and ordinary features was clenching his fists in excitement, murmuring to himself.
It was none other than that Senior Brother who had returned from the Nine Heavens back then, who had been mistaken for a Wondrous Stone and subsequently cut open by the Elders of the True Immortal Academy.
Qin Wuya.
From his shidi Heavenly Monarch Ziyang, he had learned that Gu Xianer had not awakened her past-life memories, so he had taken the initiative to journey to the Lake of Reincarnation to fetch water there.
The Lake of Reincarnation was a forbidden zone of life in the Beyond, incomparably dangerous, a place even Sacred Emperors dared not tread lightly.
For it involved the true meaning of life and the profundities of reincarnation.
The water of the Lake of Reincarnation could help a cultivator recall their past life.
Though this rumor was somewhat shocking, it more or less proved its miraculous nature. On this trip to the Lake of Reincarnation, Qin Wuya had expended enormous effort before finally obtaining a small vial of its water.
And even that he had obtained by trading a divine object from the Nine Heavens with the sovereign within the Lake of Reincarnation.
Afterward, he had rushed back without stopping, and upon learning that his shidi Heavenly Monarch Ziyang was in the Black Tortoise Empire, he planned to rendezvous with him.
But Qin Wuya truly never expected that in this place, he would encounter a woman who looked exactly like his Dao Partner from his past life.
For him, this could no longer be described as merely a pleasant surprise.
Luck!
It was as if something in the unseen was watching over him!
“Wan’er’s memories of this life probably haven’t awakened either. This vial of Lake of Reincarnation water is enough for two people.”
“Once Wan’er and little shimei Dao Xian both recover their memories, we can be reunited.”
Thinking of this, Qin Wuya grew ever more expectant and excited. Faintly envisioning the scenes to come, a smile couldn’t help but spread across his face.
However, he had no intention of revealing himself. Instead, he decided to first investigate Wan’er’s identity in this life and plan carefully for the long term.
Methods like Heavenly Monarch Ziyang’s earlier approach struck him as far too crude and hasty.
That was what had provoked Gu Xianer’s disgust and aversion.
Then, with a flash, Qin Wuya’s figure vanished from the alley, heading toward the Black Tortoise Empire.
For this matter, he still needed to find Heavenly Monarch Ziyang first; only through his influence could he investigate this woman’s identity.
At this moment, Qin Wuya still had no idea that Heavenly Monarch Ziyang had already been missing for many days.
......
Deep in the southern reaches of the Vermilion Bird Empire.
The mountain ranges lay withered.
Eternal Overcast Fog surged ceaselessly, stretching on without end, threatening to submerge and cover everything, vast and turbulent.
Great tides of Yin Spirits, wave upon wave, rampaged below in utter violence.
Yet at this time, one could still see a crack appearing in the sky above.
From it fell masses of Eternal Overcast Fog, clump after clump, as if some life was being gestated within.
A woman of devastating beauty stood firm there.
Holding a Dao Sword, its radiance dazzling, she slashed down, her grace unmatched.
Her dress fluttered like that of a flawless fairy from the Moon Palace dancing among mortals, cool and moving.
It was none other than Jiang Chuchu.
She raised her slender hand, and great swathes of divine light poured down, pure white like bright moonlight, its power immense, reducing the hordes of Yin Spirits below to ash.
Tied beneath her sleeve was a Communication Rune.
Within it were all the events that had occurred in the outside world during this time.
Naturally, this included the matter of Gu Changge falling prey to the Successor of Demonic Arts’ scheme and suffering heavy injuries.
Of this, Jiang Chuchu didn’t believe a single word.
Gu Changge falling victim to the Successor of Demonic Arts?
Wasn’t that just a thief crying “stop thief”?
As for being heavily injured — in her view, that was purely a self-inflicted ruse Gu Changge had staged to frame others.
Who knew how many times Gu Changge had used such tricks before, how many prodigies and beings had been kept in the dark by him without ever realizing it.
That said, during this period she had finally located the source of the Eternal Devouring Qi’s eruption and had transmitted word of this place to Gu Changge.
As for whether Gu Changge would actually come, that was his business; she couldn’t interfere.
When all was said and done, he was a true demon. He bore no duty to uphold righteousness or save the world — that was never Gu Changge’s job.
But still, in her heart, Jiang Chuchu held some hope that Gu Changge would come.
Just like last time, when he had resolved the Eternal Overcast Crisis for her.
Boom!
Suddenly, the place exploded.
From within the crack,
a terrifying Yin Spirit burst forth, its grey hair flying wildly, possessed of intelligence, displaying the dreadful cultivation of the Sacred Lord Realm, charging to kill her.
Jiang Chuchu’s expression shifted slightly, her gaze turning a shade colder. Her hands formed seals, and boundless power poured down, immortal light surging as she brought out a Transcendent grade weapon, transforming it into a streak of light to resist.
A single Sacred Lord Realm being — with her current means, as long as she was careful, she could still hold her own against it for a while.
But soon, from another direction, another furious roar rang out.
Accompanied by the crushing pressure of the Sacred Realm!
“Not good — how is there another Sacred Lord Realm being...”
Jiang Chuchu frowned, thoughts flashing through her mind, intending to retreat for now. She had already found the location of the source’s eruption.
Only, at this point, with her abilities, she couldn’t resolve it.
Chi!
Just then, a divine light suddenly flew over, its radiance dazzling, streaking across the sky, effortlessly piercing through the Sacred Lord Realm being from before, nearly blowing it apart.
A figure walked over, carrying terrifying fluctuations, vast and immeasurable. Gu Changge strode forward, his expression carrying a hint of teasing.
“You can’t even handle a mere Sacred Lord Realm being. Successor of Mortal Palace, you really are unfit for the title.”
“Gu Changge...”
“You came?”
Jiang Chuchu was somewhat surprised and delighted, not minding his two barbed remarks.
She truly hadn’t expected Gu Changge to come — and so quickly at that.
Sure enough, Gu Changge kept saying he wouldn’t care about her, wouldn’t care about her.
But it was only talk.
Then, quickly thinking of something, Jiang Chuchu’s expression turned cold, and she let out a cold snort through her nose, saying no more.
“You really are useless, Chuchu Saintess. You can’t even handle something like this, and insist on troubling an injured man like me.”
Gu Changge strode over to her side, looked up at the crack, and spoke casually.
“I never said you had to come. I was merely letting you know.” Jiang Chuchu said coldly.
“So if I hadn’t come, were you planning to die here?” Gu Changge smiled. “You really think I can’t bear to lose you?”