CHAPTER 479: CHAPTER 479: DISGUST AND CRYING

The flames of slaughter burned wantonly.

On the battlefield forged from bloodshed, bones were strewn everywhere. The thick, suffocating scent of blood assaulted the nostrils.

The lady in green was stained with blood, tragically beautiful. Her delicate, flawless face was slightly pale, and her dark eyes looked so tired.

Yet she smiled. "What did you say?"

Chen Pingping glanced at the battlefield, his nose stinging with emotion. "My name is Chen Pingping."

"Where do you come from?" the lady in green asked.

"The future."

"Oh? You practice the Six Tao of Reincarnation. It can indeed break the shackles of space and time, but... it comes at a great cost. However, your obsession is too deep. You opened it unintentionally, and so you arrived here." She pondered for a moment before offering her judgment.

In fact, it was merely her personal judgment.

The lady in green continued, "You are the second person I’ve seen who practices the Six Tao of Reincarnation."

Chen Pingping was curious. "Who was the first?"

"My father, the master of the dynasty. He may also be called the Human Emperor, or Lord Emperor. He transformed into the Six Tao, evolved Reincarnation, and ushered in an immortal era for the Human Clan." She spoke of this with great pride.

"My father wished to unite the Human Clan to stand against those people, but they were very strong."

"My dynasty has been destroyed. All life has been devastated, and no one remains. Only some old retainers and soldiers still fight. I... will not submit." Her fighting spirit soared, her gaze firm, her smile blooming like a flower.

Despite the horrific battlefield and their disadvantage, every person defending here firmly believed they could survive and restore the dynasty’s former glory.

She looked at Chen Pingping. "Is what you just said all true?"

"What?"

"You called me ’Master’."

"Yes," Chen Pingping’s voice caught in his throat.

This was his first meeting with his former "Master."

Recalling the past, every time they parted, Wen Yuqing always appeared so helpless and reluctant. Yet, she was the last royal blood of the Wen Dynasty.

She bore a great responsibility and had to move forward.

Chen Pingping often couldn’t comprehend it. The Wen Dynasty had been destroyed for hundreds of thousands of years. Why couldn’t such a grudge, such hatred, be let go?

Wasn’t such a long time enough to extinguish one’s passion?

He didn’t quite believe it.

Later on, the more scenes he witnessed, the more he was able to understand his Master’s path.

She did not live for herself alone.

The lady in green looked at him, curious. "Then tell me, did I succeed?"

I...

Chen Pingping’s heart shook as he stared at her intensely.

From her gaze, he saw longing and anticipation, so fervent.

She hoped she had succeeded, had not failed the trust placed in her, and had not disappointed the old retainers and soldiers.

But she had not succeeded.

Wen Yuqing kept being reincarnated, continually marching forward, never giving up, until now...

Chen Pingping knew the answer to this question was destined to be cruel. He did not know whether to respond or to weave a beautiful lie for her.

But ah!

In this era forged from carnage, she was so vividly real. A beautiful lie might plunge her into even greater despair.

For a moment, his thoughts churned like the waters of the Jianghe River.

The lady in green smiled tragically. "I understand now."

Chen Pingping trembled, wanting to cry, his nose stinging sharply. He desperately wanted to utter a torrent of words to explain, to deny her certainty, but when the words reached his lips, he couldn’t speak a single one.

The answer was cruel. The lie, desperate. He was at a loss for what to choose.

"Master!" Chen Pingping’s voice trembled.

"I’ve failed again, haven’t I?" She laughed faintly. "I have let down everyone’s expectations and hopes. What an incompetent royal I am."

"Master, you will succeed!" Chen Pingping shouted.

"Can you tell me how we met?" she asked, blinking with curiosity.

The future. What exactly is such an existence? Will a new Human Emperor be born? Will a powerful being replace the Wen Dynasty? Or has the Human Clan given birth to a Great Emperor, one who conquers the Heavens in battle... She was lost in thought.

But the one thing she could be sure of was that she was still alive; otherwise, she wouldn’t have taken on a Disciple.

"That day, the sun shone brightly, and the mountains were ablaze with blooming flowers. You were out on a mission when you saw me. You said I was handsome, and then you forcibly took me back to the Sect," Chen Pingping said.

The lady in green was speechless.

"It’s true," Chen Pingping insisted, seeing her disbelief.

"You really have no shame."

"Indeed. It was because I was handsome that you forcibly took me back to the Sect."

"And then?"

"Then you left. From that day on, you never returned to the Sect..." Chen Pingping suddenly fell silent.

Gone, never to return.

Every reunion with Wen Yuqing was like this.

The last time was in the depths of Soup Valley’s ocean, where she smiled and waved, bidding her final farewell.

They had even made promises to each other.

It was just unknown when and where they would meet again.

Had his Master completed her Tao Verification? Had she set foot on that path? Had she once again rallied her old retainers and soldiers, then set out to conquer the Heavens?

As he thought about this, his thoughts became disordered.

"Me? Have I died?" the lady in green asked.

"No. It has been a very long time since we last met," Chen Pingping choked out, feeling somewhat sad.

"Do you like me?"

Chen Pingping was silent.

Did she have to be so direct?

Seeing his silence, the lady in green sighed softly. "So you don’t like me after all!" With that, she turned her gaze back to the battlefield.

Blood spilled on this land, mingled with bones, staining every inch of soil red.

Her old retainers and soldiers, along with many followers, were fiercely slaughtering their enemies.

They roared, venting their resentment and humiliation.

Just then, a giant Sword Slash tore into the battlefield.

The Gudu Clan had made their move.

Wielding the Giant Que, they advanced, slaughtering all in their path.

The lady in green said no more and took a few steps forward.

"Master..." Chen Pingping called out.

He had come from the future, not belonging to this time and space.

An inadvertent glimpse of the past had lifted a corner of the Ancient Battlefield, revealing such tragedy.

His heart was greatly shaken, and he longed to cry.

Yet, after that call, he regretted it. His selfishness made him want to keep the lady in green with him, but he had ignored that there was no connection between them in this time.

He couldn’t change anything here, not even the slightest bit.

The lady in green turned her head and smiled. "Go back!"

Chen Pingping remained silent.

The figure of the blood-stained woman grew more distant, eventually merging with the battlefield.

WHOOSH!

In a moment of daze, he abruptly snapped out of his vision of the Ancient Battlefield. When he opened his eyes again, he was met by Guang Xiaoyu’s worried face.

"Senior Brother? What happened to you? Don’t scare me! Speak, quickly..." Guang Xiaoyu was on the verge of tears from panic.

"I’m fine," Chen Pingping said weakly.

"BOO-HOO..."

"Your snot," he said, his face dark.

Several people nearby observed the scene, feeling for a moment as if they were witnessing a divine couple.

Of course, that feeling lasted only for an instant.

Divine couples would be snuggled up together, not like this—one with a look of disgust and the other crying her eyes out...