Free Web NovelChapter 326: Chapter 326: Ye Chuxue Finally Falls
’And me? I struggled my whole life, only to be trampled underfoot by others?’
’I thought transmigrating would give me a new life, but I was still utterly crushed.’
Ye Chuxue was filled with hate.
She hated the injustice of the Heavenly Dao.
She hated everything in this world!
Her expression was savage as she stared at Song Wanning, eagerly anticipating the sight of her miserable demise.
However, a flash of sword light streaked past. Though the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder descended as before, its power plummeted as if it had been nearly cleaved in two.
Any triumphant words died in her throat. Ye Chuxue glared with resentful, blood-red eyes, digging her nails so tightly into her palms that her entire body swayed, on the verge of collapse.
When the Divine Thunder dissipated, Song Wanning’s standing figure was revealed. Though her robes had lost their sheen, she was in excellent condition, showing none of the near-death exhaustion expected after being struck by the divine lightning.
"Song Wanning..."
"Are you even worthy to speak my name?"
Song Wanning scoffed, the fury in her heart now a raging inferno.
’The Heavenly Dao of the Wood Sculpture Realm, is it?’
’It wants to strike me dead, does it?’
’Then we’ll see who dies first!!!!’
With a ruthless glint in her eyes, Song Wanning swung her longsword again. Chaos Qi instantly swarmed out, an ancient aura washing over the battlefield.
BOOM—
The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder descended once more, its power even more immense than before.
It descended with the determination to annihilate everything, bent on executing Song Wanning on the spot.
However, the very moment the longsword left her hand, Song Wanning fiercely drew upon the power of her inner world.
A strange yet powerful energy surged from her dantian, flowing out and merging with the beam of sword light.
In that instant, everything around them seemed to change.
Ye Chuxue felt completely paralyzed. She was in a strange, unfamiliar place, surrounded on all sides by barren, desolate land.
BOOM—
The Divine Thunder and the sword light collided violently. The next moment, a terrifying shockwave tore across the land for miles in every direction.
The surrounding cliffs were instantly leveled. Innumerable plants and trees were pulverized into dust that drifted grandly up into the sky.
As the earth shook and mountains swayed, demonic beasts in the distance scattered in a panic. Chaos erupted in the surroundings, filled with sharp, terrified shrieks.
PTHOO—
Ye Chuxue was blasted to the ground. Despite the protection of the Divine Thunder, she was still grievously wounded. She lay sprawled on the ground, unable to even lift her head.
She couldn’t even move a single finger.
SOB—
Silent tears streamed down her face, her heart overflowing with bitterness and agony.
She couldn’t accept this.
She just couldn’t accept it!
Ye Chuxue struggled to lift her head, her gaze fixed on the person who had ruined her entire life. The hatred in her heart turned to tears of blood, which dripped from the corners of her eyes.
The Song Wanning before her was like a blazing sun, so brilliant that one dared not look at her directly.
She was like one of the Heavenly Gods descended to the mortal realm, her combat prowess unmatched.
A person like that would be revered by all, no matter where they went.
Why...
Why couldn’t it be her?
"AHH—"
Ye Chuxue let out a shriek of impotent fury. She had finally gone completely mad.
An overabundance of bitterness and jealousy had shredded her sanity to pieces. The last glimmer of clarity vanished from her eyes.
Who could have imagined that the once-praised chosen one of the heavens would meet such an end, driven to madness.
Song Wanning’s expression grew solemn.
This was the epitome of not just killing someone, but destroying their very spirit.
Ye Chuxue’s greatest source of pain wasn’t Gu Qingyuan’s death, but the annihilation of her own future.
To watch helplessly as her hopes were obliterated was a fate far harder to accept than a swift death.
Song Wanning had seen through her long ago, so she wasn’t the least bit surprised by this outcome.
But her attention was no longer on Ye Chuxue; it was on the longsword in her hand.
’Can the inner world be combined with the Sword Dao True Realm?’
’In the past, the Sword Dao True Realm was a world I comprehended and constructed myself. Strictly speaking, it was illusory!’
’But this inner world... it’s a genuine, tangible world.’
’Even if its laws aren’t yet complete, the result is bound to be better than a constructed realm.’
Song Wanning’s heart leaped. She was determined to put it to the test.
She swung her longsword again, aiming at the deranged Ye Chuxue.
BOOM—
Just as she expected, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder descended once more.
’Even now, it’s still unwilling to abandon its pawn, Ye Chuxue.’
A cold light flashed in Song Wanning’s eyes.
For a fleeting moment, she seemed to see the familiar figure of Mo Yang Immortal Monarch once again.
A longsword swung down, carrying with it endless indifference and malice.
Song Wanning raised her own longsword, her eyes fixated on that phantom figure.
Subtly, yet profoundly, the world of her Sword Dao True Realm underwent a monumental transformation.
Her original sword moves erupted in a brilliant flare of light. The moment she unleashed the attack, a terrified shriek escaped Ye Chuxue’s lips.
"NO—"
The beam of sword light pierced straight through the Divine Thunder and blasted Ye Chuxue to smithereens.
No, it wasn’t just Ye Chuxue.
The moment the sword light appeared, everything around Ye Chuxue was obliterated into ash by its ferocious power.
A cloud of innumerable ash particles drifted up into the air, casting a vast shadow across the sky.
And the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder?
It was severed by the beam of sword light, its formidable power suppressed and forced to recede like the tide.
In the blink of an eye, it was all gone.
As if it had never been there at all.
As for Ye Chuxue, she had long since turned to ash, drifting away on the wind.
Gu Qingyuan was dead. Ye Chuxue was dead.
Song Wanning stood her ground, the power emanating from the longsword in her hand still chillingly sharp.
The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder had come and gone as quickly as it appeared, like a fleeting dream.
Mo Yuan watched everything unfold with a dazed expression. Only when the dust had truly settled did he let out a low sigh.
He didn’t know what his own fate would be, but the conflict in his heart had long since faded away.
Since he had chosen to follow his heart, he had no regrets.
In that moment, his only concern was that she would be struck dead by the Divine Thunder. Nothing else crossed his mind.
He hadn’t even had time to consider his own life.
One’s subconscious actions don’t lie.
He cared about her.
He was willing, even if it meant being used.
With a forlorn expression, Mo Yuan lay on the ground nearby.
Song Wanning gave her longsword a slight shake, and scenes from her past life flashed before her eyes one after another.
The memories of fleeing in agony, of begging pitifully for her life, of the tormented howls of the Song Family...
Now, like shattered fragments, they all transformed into countless specks of light and vanished completely.
The guilt that had weighed upon her heart vanished along with them.
The resentment deep in her heart dissolved in an instant.
Song Wanning closed her eyes.
From this moment on, she had finally made peace with her former self.
Endless streams of Demonic Qi and Spiritual Energy churned restlessly, then began to merge.
Finally, they settled into a strange, eerie state of peace.
Though she had the same face and was the same person, the aura she exuded was now completely different.
Mo Yuan stared blankly at Song Wanning.
The sharp, hostile aura around her had vanished. Her radiant face, like that of a Fairy descended to the mortal realm, was now breathtakingly beautiful.
It was a beauty that forbade any thought of profanity.
...
Everything returned to calm. The next thing to do was deal with Mo Yuan.
Song Wanning turned and walked slowly over to Mo Yuan. She looked down at him, her expression complicated.
