We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

Chapter 150: Keep Walking Forward, Donʼt Look Back Again

”Rumble!”

When Xiao Mo revealed his true identity, the laws of the Heavenly Dao sensed it, and thunderbolts continuously gathered, determined to obliterate this soul that had deviated from the laws of reincarnation.

”I wonʼt leave!”

Bai Ruxue held the man in her arms even tighter, shaking her head continuously.

”I wonʼt leave! I just wonʼt leave! Xiao Mo, nothing will happen to you!”

”We havenʼt gotten married yet!”

”You promised me that you would stay with me for a lifetime!”

”Silly girl, you truly are my lifetime,” Xiao Mo said with a smile, watching as Bai Ruxueʼs eyes gradually became vacant.

”Ruxue, keep walking forward, donʼt look back again.”

”Boom!”
The moment Xiao Moʼs words fell, the azure thunder struck down.

Bai Ruxueʼs pupils contracted.

In just an instant, the thunder tribulation struck Xiao Moʼs body directly.

Xiao Moʼs body transformed into points of spiritual light, like fireflies, scattering from Bai Ruxueʼs embrace.

”Xiao Mo! No, Xiao Mo!”

Bai Ruxue reached out her hands, frantically trying to catch them, but the points of spiritual light still escaped from her embrace, dispersing from her fingertips.

No matter what techniques she used, she could not keep them.

The silver-haired woman kneeling on the ground raised her head, looking up at that sky she despised, watching as the blue points of light gradually rose into the air, returning to the Heavenly Dao.

This time, the Heavenly Dao didnʼt even give her the chance to use a soul-gathering array.

Her tears no longer fell, she could no longer feel any emotions, couldnʼt even feel her own existence.

She just stared blankly, as if she had become a statue.

It seemed as if she too had died.

…

Peacehaven City.

In the main hall of the city lordʼs mansion, Shang Jiuliʼs brush suddenly paused as she was writing documents.

Shang Jiuli raised her head, looking out the window, her slender hand unconsciously pressing tightly against her chest, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid.

”Jiuli, whatʼs wrong?” a woman named Shen Meng asked with concern. ”Do you want to go rest for a while? Your face looks so pale.”

”Iʼm fine,” Shang Jiuli shook her head, looking out the window. ”However, itʼs raining so heavily today.”

Shen Meng also turned to look, ”It really is raining heavily, it was completely clear just a moment ago.”

…

On the path flying toward the place where dragon fortune gathered.

Luo Yang felt extremely anxious.

Cultivators below the Jade Simplicity realm couldnʼt see the dragon fortune gathering in the sky but Luo Yang, being a cultivator of the Upper Three Realms, could definitely sense that a true dragon was undergoing tribulation.

As for who this true dragon was, Luo Yang suspected it was very likely his junior sister.

Luo Yang knew that even if he went, he couldnʼt help much, and his junior brother was probably already there but Luo Yang just couldnʼt feel at ease.

And just when Luo Yang had flown halfway, a gentle breeze swept past.

Feeling this familiar ink-scented wind, Luo Yang stopped his movement, gazing far into the distance, his eyes red-rimmed, his hands involuntarily gripping the long sword in his hands tightly.

…

In that supreme celestial realm, seated high upon a throne, She suddenly opened Her eyes as if sensing something.

She stood up, Her skirt sweeping across the long steps as She stepped out from the vast, empty heavenly court.

Although the separation between heaven and earth prevented Her from descending to the mortal realm, Her divine consciousness could sweep toward that region.

After countless tens of thousands of years, Her heart had never beaten so rapidly.

Finally, Her divine consciousness arrived at a small plain.

On this small plain, there were human cultivators and a true dragon that had just undergone tribulation.

Most importantly, She sensed his aura.

Even though he had just died, even though his soul had been scattered but She didnʼt care.

…

In a small courtyard in Demon-Suppressing City, a woman dressed in an ink-colored long dress was reading through a book.

This small courtyard was where the womanʼs master used to live.

After her master left, she had moved here.

The book she was reading was called ”Unity of Knowledge and Action,” which was the original manuscript her master had left for her.

During the time since her masterʼs departure, Xu Yuerou had carefully transcribed ”Unity of Knowledge and Action” once and sent it to the Confucian Academy.

The Confucian Academy then printed and published this book, spreading it throughout the Ten Thousand Laws Realm.

Now this book had become one of the essential classics that every scholar must read.

And just as Xu Yuerou reached out her hand to pick up the teapot from the tea stove, she heard a ”crack” sound.

The teapot suddenly shattered, tea water splashing in all directions.

”Teacher,” Xu Yuerou pressed her uneasy heart, looking toward a direction on the horizon.

…

In the Demon Realm, beneath the capital city of the Busy Moon Kingdom.

He Yeye led the Demon-Suppressing City army in fierce battle on the battlefield.

Each time she swung the black scythe in her hands, hundreds and thousands of demons became souls under her blade.

The big guy He Gang wielded a giant axe, charging through the battlefield like a fierce beast.

The Busy Moon Kingdom didnʼt want to engage in battlefield combat with the Demon-Suppressing City army either.

But just recently, the protective formation of the Busy Moon Kingdomʼs capital had been broken, and He Yeyeʼs curses were extremely harsh.

The ruler of the Busy Moon Kingdom was originally a demon emperor with an extremely volatile temper, and in a fit of rage, he led his army to meet the enemy.

He Yeye took a step forward.

Before that Immortal realm ruler could react, He Yeyeʼs scythe had already swept across his head.

”Ptui!”

He Yeye spat out a hawthorn seed, and along with the hawthorn seed that fell to the ground, there was also that demon emperorʼs head.

After the ruler of Busy Moon City died, the demon army completely collapsed, fleeing in all directions.

He Yeye pointed her scythe forward, her voice reaching every soldierʼs ears, ”Break the city!”

As the Demon-Suppressing City army broke into the city, this meant that He Yeye had already destroyed thirteen demon kingdoms.

And just as He Yeye was also planning to enter the city, suddenly He Yeyeʼs steps paused as she looked toward a direction in the Ten Thousand Laws Realm.

”Xi Jun,” He Yeye called out.

”City Lord,” a woman immediately appeared beside He Yeye.

”After looting the capital, you immediately lead the army back to Demon-Suppressing City, thereʼs no need to advance further. The army is entirely under your command,” He Yeye said.

”Then what about you, City Lord?” Xi Jun was stunned for a moment, asking in confusion, ”Arenʼt you returning with the army, City Lord?”

”Someone used military merits to exchange for something, this old lady has to return to the Ten Thousand Laws Realm now.”

After speaking, He Yeye took out the necklace from her neck.

This necklace was a first-grade magical artifact that could instantly cross between two worlds, but could only be used once.

He Yeye activated the necklace, which tore open the void, forming a twisted door of nothingness.

He Yeye held her scythe and stepped through.

…

White Deer Academy.

Heavy rain poured down.

White Deer Academyʼs Dean Shang Qi stood under the eaves, quietly watching the rain curtain outside the window.

”Dean!”

The a peak master flew over and hurriedly entered the room.

”Whatʼs wrong?” Shang Qi turned around with a heavy mood.

”Dean, please go quickly to White Ink Peak and take a look, something terrible has happened at White Ink Peak!” the academyʼs mountain chief said anxiously.

Shang Qi frowned and walked out of the courtyard, reaching White Ink Peak in just a few steps.

Looking up, at the cloud level directly above the peak summit, phantom dragon shadows circled in the air, roaring silently, as if weeping.

Looking down, water waves had broken through the embankments, washing over the mountain forests.

This Ink Lake had flowed for a thousand li.