Chapter 303: [Sisheng Peak] Xue Meng from His Previous Life

There was an unfathomable chasm in front of the Path of Martyrdom. This chasm was the result of Chu Wanning's previous use of the Corpse Splitting Technique. The rain poured down into the ravine like a waterfall.

Above the chasm, a man in a black gold robe stood with his back to them, a blade held in one hand, his aura soaring.

Hearing the commotion, the man's fingers moved slightly and he slowly turned his head around.

It was Mo Ran!

His heart felt like it had been cut by a stone in the wind, Chu Wanning stared at the person in front of him in disbelief. What was going on?

"Rumble ~ ~ ~ ~"

White-white lightning flashed, followed by thunderous roars.

The pale light illuminated the blood-stained face of Taxian-Jun. That face was truly terrifying, and Shi Mei couldn't help but take a step back.

However, Chu Wanning involuntarily took two steps forward.

Blood traces.

His face was covered in bloody wounds. Apart from his face, every inch of skin that was exposed was crisscrossed, flesh and blood turning upside down. He was like a dismembered corpse that had failed because the blade was not sharp enough. His entire body was covered with cracks.

He could still see the handsome face of the past.

"…"

Chu Wanning's lips turned white as he stood in the heavy rain, staring at the dead body that had been slashed into a thousand pieces.

The living dead also stared at him, a pair of black and white pupils filled with blood and tears.

His mind was blurry as memories and memories fought. His spirit soul and spirit soul were fighting. Perhaps it was because it hurt too much, but he couldn't help but use his free hand to hold onto the side of his face.

Dark red blood dripped from his fingers along with the rain.

His thick eyelashes trembled, there was the fury of Taxian-Jun, and there was also Mo-zongshi's bewilderment, "… Why did you do this to me?"

Chu Wanning: "…"

"Why did you kill me?" The man was startled, his eyes reflecting Chu Wanning's reflection. Slowly, his expression became helpless and gentle. He muttered, "Shizun, is there something I didn't do well?"

"No…"

"Did I make you unhappy again?"

Hearing his voice, Chu Wanning's mind was in a mess. He thought, was that Taxian-Jun in the rain? No… No, that's Mo Ran.

Regardless of whether it was Taxian-Jun or Mo-zongshi, both were Mo Ran.

Mo Ran, bathed in blood, staggered toward him. Beneath the blood was a corpse's white face, its open eyes unfocused, filled with grief.

"What have I done to disappoint you? For you to do this to me."

The rain was so cold that it seeped into his bones. He just watched as Mo Ran walked step by step towards him. Mo Ran was crying, and his eyes were filled with blood.

"Stop hitting me with the whip… I'll hurt too… No matter how stupid, how slow… You hit me… I'm in pain too… Shizun…"

From a slight tremble to a violent one, Chu Wanning could not stand still anymore. He was on the verge of breaking down.

He fell to his knees, curled up in the rain, his stomach torn and crushed by claws. He looked more dead man than Mo Ran did in front of him.

"I'm sorry…" Chu Wanning lamented in a hoarse voice, "… I'm sorry…"

Your scar is as long as my pain.

All your blood and hate ended up in my body.

He knelt in front of Mo Ran, hunched and wincing. He used all the courage he had left to raise his head, but when he looked at the body that he had failed in, he sobbed, "I'm the one who let you down…"

He didn't know where he had made a mistake, but it was probably because the living dead people with souls still inside couldn't be considered as real corpses, so the Corpse Splitting Spell didn't fully take effect.

Mo Ran did not die, but he was getting crazy. The memories of his life, whether he was in pain or madness, or confusion or sadness, rushed up one after another.

He was Mo Weiyu, Mo-zongshi, Taxian-Jun, and Ran'er.

Countless fragments had formed into this utterly broken man in front of him.

"Mo Ran…"

Upon hearing his voice, Mo Ran's eyes slightly shifted. The rain was red at his feet and there was blood all over the place.

After pausing for a while, this man whose spiritual sense had been split suddenly became irritable, as if another consciousness had invaded him. He began to pace back and forth, his sinister expression appearing all the more terrifying on his distorted face.

"Chu Wanning! You hate this Venerable One so much that you want to take his life at all costs, don't you?"

"I hate you too! I wish I could tear your corpse into a thousand pieces and eat your intestines! I wish I could let you be sacrificed for thousands of generations! You can't blame me, you're the one who killed me —!"

His sleeves fluttered as his eyes widened in anger.

He was so furious that he seemed like he was about to burst forth and strangle Chu Wanning by the throat and shatter him into pieces.

However, it was like a bow breaking before it was full or a sword breaking before it was drawn.

With an explosive sound, a blue light shot into Taxian-Jun's chest. Taxian-Jun's eyes dimmed and then, suddenly, he fell silent. After a few short pauses, he slowly straightened up and stood very coldly by the side of the road.

Chu Wanning turned around to see Shi Mei holding onto the boulder, shaking it, still throwing the incantation. His pair of peach blossom eyes were fierce and fierce, gleaming with an intense light.

"I think I'm done reminiscing about the past." Shi Mei clenched his teeth and formed a seal with his two fingers. He stared at the bloody Taxian-Jun and said, "Do you know what's the most important thing for you? Since you aren't dead yet, hurry up and help me collect the last thirty pieces!"

"Be quick." He said, panting.

Under the flame of the talisman, the previously chaotic face of Taxian-Jun, which was intertwined with good and evil, became as calm as still water, as cold as snow.

The madness in his eyes, the resentment, all the emotion vanished.

Taxian-Jun gave a brief nod of his head, and the blade in his hand lit up. He answered almost numbly, "Yes. Master."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and cast a protection incantation to protect Shi Mei. Then, like an eagle, his black robe swept up ready to fly towards the front hall. However, as he rose into the air, a figure appeared in front of him.

Chu Wanning stopped him.

His entire body was drenched, and his heart was already crushed. He wished that he could just turn into mud and dust and die in the storm.

But he still had to stop it.

"If only there were more people comfortable and well off, that would be great…"

That was what Mo Ran had told him when he was awake, so no matter how painful or exhausted he was, he had to hold on until the very end.

Chu Wanning said hoarsely, "Huaisha, summon here."

Taxian-Jun gazed at the familiar golden light that appeared on his palm. A frown could be seen on his forehead.

Huaisha.

Heavy rain.

The world collapsed. Boundless Blood Sea.

They had had a similar day many years ago. On that day, both of them had offered up all of their hot blood to each other. They had spent all of their strength and strength to fight, causing the sky and earth to change color, and the golden crows to sink into the earth.

Who would have thought that the battle between Shizun and disciple in his previous life would once again descend into the human world, despite the passage of time.

A person's life was destined to come to an end. It was just like how Nangong Si was destined to die in his prime. Ye Wangxi was destined to become a confident, and the Sisheng Peak's doom was impossible to escape from. Taxian-Jun and Chu Wanning were fated to fight face to face.

Whether it was hate or love.

They couldn't escape.

"Bu'gui. Summon here."

An incandescent voice slowly sounded out, and a ghostly green light shone into the eyes of Taxian-Jun. Now that he was under Shi Mei's full control, there were no emotions in his eyes. He was like a mirror from hell, reflecting the lonely figure of Chu Wanning in the rain.

Sword Qi Breaking Clouds, Horizontal Blade Reversing the Rain!

In the strong wind, a black and white figure were fighting each other, their spirits colliding!

They swiftly disassembled their attacks from the storm. In an instant, sand leveled off the ground, gales raged as water splashed in all directions around the two of them. They were like a snowy sea that was frothing, yet it also seemed like a cloud of dust had risen. None of them slacked. They fought with all their might, fighting from the back of the mountain all the way to the front of Heaven-Piercing Tower.

The momentum of this battle shook the clouds and shook the earth. At this moment, the people on the mountain top and bottom were all alarmed and raised their heads to look at each other —

"It's Chu Wanning?"

"H-how did he get into a fight with Mo Ran? Aren't the two of them in the same group?"

The raindrops fell like thousands of horses trampling on the ground. On the peak of Sisheng Peak, the golden light in Chu Wanning's hand pierced through the sun, aiming for the chest of Taxian-Jun. However, before the light could reach them, there was the sound of an explosion. The brilliant sun burst forth from the palm of Taxian-Jun with the force of lava, as if a volcano torrent had swallowed up all of the golden energy!

"Bam!"

In an instant, broken tiles and broken bricks flew everywhere, and the surrounding trees were uprooted.

At this moment, Jiang Xi was facing off against the chess pieces in front of the entrance. His reaction was very fast as he shouted, "Everyone be careful!" As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly conjured a barrier to protect the people around him. The flying stones and flying rocks, the towering trees, all smashed into his barrier.

It was extremely difficult for Jiang Xi to hold on. He vomited a mouthful of blood as he fell to one knee, his lips red.

"Open the barrier! I can't block it a second time!"

At this time, many cultivators panicked as they frantically took out their barrier umbrellas. They looked up towards the direction of Heaven-Piercing Tower and could not help but be stunned. Mo Weiyu and Chu Wanning, what kind of strength was this...

In front of the pagoda, the Shizun and disciple duo were engaged in an increasingly intense battle. In this world, other than him, there was probably no other person who could withstand so many attacks from Taxian-Jun.

Only Chu Wanning could.

The man in front of him, with his sharp blade and his feet moving around, looked exactly the same as before. Chu Wanning had personally taught him this.

It was at this Sisheng Peak, and there were even a few times when he was in front of Heaven-Piercing Tower, that he adjusted the movements of Mo Ran and repeatedly told him the mantra and the mental cultivation method. From the ignorant youngster to the moment when the weapons clashed.

This was the second time that Chu Wanning, the Beidou Immortal, had gone up against the Emperor Mo Weiyu, his disciple.

In that battle, Chu Wanning had come with a sword in his arms. There was still hope in his heart. He thought he could save a misguided disciple, and so he gave it his all.

However, this time, Chu Wanning knew that there was no turning back. Regardless of victory or defeat, the person he wanted to redeem the most was not going to come back.

"Those who stand in my way shall die."

In front of his eyes, it was as if the scene of a teenager Mo Ran using his sword practice flashed past. The young child's forehead was covered in sweat, and under the rising morning light, he stepped on his bamboo leaves and soared into the air, dragging out three sword flowers before lightly landing on the ground.

He turned around and grinned at Chu Wanning, "Shizun, do you think I've learned well?"

Flames burst out from his palm as he struck his chest.

Chu Wanning dodged to the side, and Taxian-Jun's bloody palm brushed against his clothes.

But when Mo Ran had sparred with him in the Red Lotus Pavilion, it was clearly this move as well. At that time, the young man's palm was still perfectly trimmed and had no scars whatsoever.

The young man's face was very gentle as he looked at him. Then he smiled and held his hand, saying, "I won't beat you up anymore. If you keep hitting me, there's no end to it."

The saber howled and the sword cried.

Chu Wanning suddenly thought of the village, Yuliang. Mo Ran had dragged him with him to watch the social scene by the lake, and now, the sound of the drums rang out.

The performer by his ear sang loudly, "Overbearing! Fully spirited!"

The colorful oil paint on the stage was painted all over his face as Mo Ran watched attentively from below. Chu Wanning raised his head, and Mo Ran immediately pulled himself away from the eternal sorrow and raised his eyes from his childhood wish.

He smiled and asked, "Does it look good?"

His eyes were dark and very warm.

Chu Wanning had once thought that the scenes were very long and melodious. A single word could be broken down into three words to sing. He did not know what was so nice about it… But at this moment, he really wanted to return to the stage in front of the theater in the village.

Pine oil blew up a raging fire, and Wu Sheng's encouragement was directed towards the river. The martial arts world was brilliant. If only he could sing that scene for the rest of his life.

"Clang!"

All of a sudden, Huaisha was shot down.

It was the same back then as well. When the divine sword fell behind, he immediately retreated and summoned Tianwen as a temporary shield. However, this time, Taxian-Jun was a level stronger. Thus, before Chu Wanning could retreat, the sheathless black blade was already pointed at his chest.

Taxian-Jun narrowed his eyes.

His vision turned gray, and he could not tell who he was pointing at. He only knew that the opponent's spirit had run out. He was like a man who had run on the night of Mount Liang, listening to the reeds all night long and singing from all directions.

All that remained was the stubborn resistance on the road.

"It's a nuisance."

The thin lips parted and a saber slashed down!

In this moment of life or death, a profound gold fan flew in from the side, straight towards Taxian-Jun! The incoming fan attack was extremely fierce and powerful. Taxian-Jun immediately retreated but he was unable to parry his blade. However, he was still forced to take a step back by the golden fan attack.

Soon after, three interweaving red and blue light formations descended from the sky with the might of thunder, trapping Taxian-Jun within!

"Who?!" Taxian-Jun, In that moment, was unable to move. He could not help but grind his teeth and angrily shouted, "Get out here!"

Three blurry figures stood at the top of the Heaven-Piercing Tower. They jumped down from the torrential downpour and landed steadily in front of the long stairs. At this time, they could finally see their faces clearly. The three of them…

A fox fur hat was on his forehead, and his eyes were flighty.

One of them had blond hair tied up and a cold look in his eyes.

The person standing at the front looked to be in his thirties or forties, dressed in a suit of blue armor, with a pair of sharp eyes and a calm expression, a knife scar running diagonally across his left forehead. There was not a single trace of arrogance on his face, only calmness and a thickness of something similar to Xue Zhengyong.

The man raised his hand and caught the profound gold fan that had come spinning back. He raised his eyes that could no longer hold his youth.

It was the Mei brothers from his previous life… And…

A clap of thunder split the air.

Chu Wanning looked at that man.

The other mortal world's Xue Meng!