t to guide them.Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Where there are rankings, there is competition.Thirty-six Heavenly Stems and seventy-two Earthly Branches, whoever comes first or la...After leaving Wangjiang City, Jiang Wang hid alone in the wild until dawn.

The Censorate did indeed send people out to hunt for the suspect, making quite a show of it. But as long as no one from Zhuang's side came over, it wouldn't be considered a serious matter.

Therefore, Jiang Wang was able to rest assured.

Aunt Song had saved him, which was the reason he agreed to his father remarrying. Aunt Song was Jiang An'an's biological mother, and that alone was enough for Jiang Wang to forgive a lot.

Having killed Lin Zhengli, he dissipated his past grudges. He didn't know if Lady Song could rest in peace under the nine springs, but he had promised An An that he would give her an explanation, and now it was finally complete.

Though Jiang An'an may not yet know why her mother can never write to her again.

In the Lin clan's territory, Jiang Wang also admitted that he had underestimated Lin Zhengren. Under the overwhelming strength, he still allowed Lin Zhengren to find a chance to escape.

The whole process has both gains and losses.

People like Lin Zhengren are the ones who can seize any small opportunity. Jiang Wang warned himself that if he faced Lin Zhengren again, he must never underestimate him.

Jiang Wang was never a flawless person. He would make mistakes and be careless at times, but he never lacked self-reflection. He grew up through setbacks time and time again.

After confirming that Du Ruhui hadn't been alarmed, Jiang Wang didn't even think about looking back at Jiang City. A person like Lin Zhengren wouldn't give another chance, knowing he would definitely hide in the National Institute and not leave a step.

Let's just say I'll look for another opportunity later.

Furthermore, although Lin Zhengren is cautious and reserved, his character is terrifying. However, he's ultimately lacking in strength. As long as Jiang Wang maintains his cultivation speed, the gap in power will naturally widen to a point where he can crush all of Lin Zhengren's schemes.

More importantly, during this trip to Wangjiang City, Jiang Wang remained anonymous throughout. It was expected that no one would know who he was. Even if Lin Zhengren wanted revenge later on, he could probably only target Zhang Linchuan.

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Back at the outskirts of Fenglin City, Xiang Qian was still snoring soundly beneath the Spirit Monument. A phantom sword shadow flickered in and out of existence; Jiang Wang knew that it was Xiang Qian's natal flying sword, instinctively protecting its master.

This is a refinement concerning the heart of the Dao. When he wakes up, his path may be decided here.

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Jiang Wang did not disturb him, finding a place not far away to sit down and stared at the maple forest for a while before closing her eyes and entering the realm of illusion.

Having obtained the Moku Decision, he now needed to accumulate more merit to calculate further. Therefore, in the upcoming Sword Discussion Stage matches, besides his divine abilities, he would hold nothing back.

Time is sometimes the least worth mentioning thing.

Because you can't remember it at all.

There is no sunrise or sunset, and looking up, you cannot see the stars filling the sky.

Everywhere was filled with fog, cold and oppressive.

A ghostly mist enveloped the human world, and the gaps between yin and yang were filled with helpless corpses.

Ling He couldn't remember how many days he had lived in this dark world. All he remembered was how many people he had buried.

He must remember, because no one else will.

...before that.

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Here, time simply doesn't function concretely; it can only be grasped as a vague notion. Some time ago, a long time ago...

Therefore, "before that time" should be within a recent period.

At that time he was having a meal.

In the Fenglin City, all the people had died. There was still a lot of food left, but it was infested with ghostly mist and almost inedible.

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Ling He had a way. As long as he controlled the Xuanhuang Qi in the sky and carefully cleansed it, the food would return to its original state.

But now he, in fact, does not need to eat.

He just wants to maintain his life as a "person" in this world.

Eating proves he's still alive.

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This proves that there are still people living in the Fenglin City area.

Sometimes life is a futility, but some people still live in futility.

Ling He was eating when he suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity.

He didn't know where this feeling came from, but he felt warm and comforted inside, as if something was soothing him.

He put down his chopsticks and, involuntarily, walked toward some unknown direction.

Leaving the room, leaving the courtyard, leaving Pegasus Alley...

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This courtyard on Pegasus Alley is one of his two homes now. The other home is near the City Lord's Mansion, where the youngest son has always lived.

He doesn't need a house, nor even a bed. In the Dead Zone, houses seem to hold no meaning at all.

But Ling He just felt...

Someone must live at home, otherwise it will lose its vitality.

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He didn't want the homes of his third and youngest sons to remain so lifeless.

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Even if they... are already dead.

So he lived back and forth between the two houses, cooking, doing laundry, sweeping, "living a normal life."

That feeling of being comforted is nostalgic.

But the feeling disappeared shortly after leaving Pegasus Alley.

Ling He stood rooted to the spot, feeling a profound sense of emptiness and loss.

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Then return, and continue "life".

Cooking, washing clothes, sweeping the floor, chanting scriptures and performing rituals for the deceased, and annotating scriptures.

He always does these things in a repetitive cycle. It doesn't need meaning, the meaning is in the doing of these things themselves.

But today, that sudden feeling of closeness appeared again.

At this time, Ling He had just dug a deep pit. A couple embracing each other in death was placed by him into the grave.

Emotional impulse urged Ling He to search quickly, and he also yearned for that feeling infinitely—in this dead world wedged between the yin and yang, it was difficult for human emotions to appear.

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But he still recited the sutras sincerely and earnestly, then personally buried the couple's graves.

It is necessary for him to persevere in doing things from beginning to end.

After completing the entire funeral rites, he gave himself up to his feelings, to where his heart led him, to the unknown.

This area has no direction.

Although following the old city layout, it seems to still be able to connect to the past directions. But Linghe deeply understands that in this world, the direction is chaotic and there is no east, west, south or north.

But the warmth in my heart, that human feeling of kinship, is like a beacon in the vast universe. It doesn't need direction; it *is* the direction.

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This feeling has lasted for a long time this time.

Ling He kept walking, and walking, until he reached the end of this region.

He had known from the very beginning that this region had an end. The scope of this region was the range before the Maple Forest City domain.

But so-called ends, so-called boundaries, are not as simple as a wall or a barrier.

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If that were a wall, Ling He would have broken through it long ago. If that were a mountain range, Ling He would sooner or later be able to dig through it. But it's just a "boundary".

Existing simultaneously in reality and fantasy, it is a rule as natural as the laws of nature.

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It is impassable and cannot be traversed.

Now, Linghe is at the end of this region, at the end of a chaotic position.

He felt that he was very close to that kind of familiarity.

But he couldn't get any closer.

This is the limit.

What kind of feeling is that

Is it a summons

Is it another kind of blessing

Isn't there someone who wants to pull this place back into the real world

Ling He was unable to judge.

But he really misses it, this feeling of being human.

Hope, expectation, fantasy.

In this desolate place, in this human ruin abandoned by the world, how precious are these words!

Ling He sat down quietly, leaning against that stubborn boundary between reality and illusion, and gently closed his eyes.

This was the first good sleep he had had since falling into this region.

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