Chapter 218: [Dragon Mountain] The Return of the King

He bowed his head.

He jerked his head down

The blood almost flowed backwards, his brain buzzed, and he saw the point of no return.

In his hand, the blade of a hundred battles, Shenwu, does not return

The dark stranger's sword stretched shadowy across the night, its hilt long and stiff, in the Tang style, without a sheath, much like a sword.

On the hilt of the blade, inlaid with a roundel of gold rings, are two highly sinewy inscriptions.

Not. Returns.

Binoju Bridge, back in the day.

Another year, you do not return.

Mo Ran was thunderstruck, the light in his pupils was as thin as the point of a needle, the colour of his face was paler than the dead and more hideous than a ghost.

"No no not don't."

Almost desperately, he throws the non-return to the ground, but Shenwu connects with him and automatically returns to his waist.

"No," Mo Ran was hysterical, he tried to summon the ghost, he wanted the crimson willow vine, he summoned it again and again, but the ghost wouldn't come.

No ghosts were seen, not that section of vine whip.

Only Bugui stayed with him.

"Now do you believe it?" The shadowy figure gathered again, this time more quickly than before, and it soon took shape, limbs, waist, head.

Mo Ran is not convinced.

He refused to believe it.

He paid no more attention to the black smoke as he ran towards the brightly lit end.

This is an illusion set up by Xu Shuanglin This is just an illusion

Go to the place where the light is and it will all be over.

He ran wildly in that direction, taking the road.

But once again the arm was held tightly.

Mo Ran did not want to pay any more attention to it, he shrugged it off, he shouted angrily, "Get out of here Get out of here What is true You can know better than me what is true I know what is true He treated me well, it is true He did not die, it is true What he and I have experienced over the years, how can it be false Jin Chengchi Peach Blossom Yard Ghost World Butterfly Town We are married"

The voice interrupted him softly, almost with a sigh, " Mo Ran, it was I who married you, why don't you remember"

He looked back and saw that the black mist had gathered into a form, with a face as beautiful as a lotus flower, and a face as charming as a lotus flower.

"Xuyin Mountain, you carried me up there when I couldn't walk anymore. You told me not to call you Your Majesty, but only Mo Ran from now on, have you forgotten?"

Her smile was soft as a sea of petroleum, but the force of her hands was surprisingly strong.

Mo Ran jerked away from her, this was no Song Qiutong, his wrists were already bruised from the pinch, he continued on, the white light was getting closer and closer ahead

He seemed to know in his meditation that that was the way out.

Just get there.

He heard Song Qiutong laughing behind him and said, "Your Majesty, where are you going? Chu Wanning is dead, killed alive by you... are you really going over there?"

""

"Over there."

He did not hear her, he broke the grip of the shadows, the evil spirits that sought his life, he ran wildly, he left her voice behind him, the white light of the sky grew brighter and bigger before his eyes, and he swam like a man drowning at the bottom of the sea, stamping his feet as hard as he could, towards the shifting and shattering light of the sea.

Suddenly

He leapt into the grand white light and the darkness disappeared.

He gasped, his feet were weak, he couldn't stop slowing his breathing, like a man who has just emerged from the water, breathing greedily, he couldn't adjust to the glare for a while, he raised his arms to shield his eyes, and after a while he heard the chirping of birds and smelled the faint fragrance of the western begonias.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Where he is

The first thing you see are the luxuriant begonia trees, full of thin red and gorgeous branches, like a tapestry of haze.

Not at the Confucianism School's Ancestral Palace of Heaven.

Is this vision still not over?

But his heart had gradually fallen apart, and he was suddenly not so sure who he really was, where he was dreaming and where he was real.

He sat up and a remnant of a begonia flower that had fallen on the tip of his nose drifted to his knees.

Sit up

It was only then that he realised that he was actually lying down, as if he had just finished a nightmare. He looked around him, in front of the Tongtian Tower at the top of death and life, and he himself, sitting in a dark, open coffin.

For a moment, even Mo Ran's fingertips seemed cold.

He was dazed where he was for a few moments, then he leapt up and staggered out of the coffin. He saw a tablet standing in front of the coffin, without a single word on it, but a bowl of coppers and a few plates of stir-fry, all his favourite food. He stared at those things, he stared at the coffin.

No

No.

The nightmare doesn't end there.

He had fallen into a deeper nightmare, or rather, he was now awake

Is it possible that the words of the black shadow are true?

Did he really just give in and lie down in front of the Tongtian Tower and have a long, long dream? Everything in that dream was

He didn't dare to think about it any further as he climbed to his feet in a frenzy and ran straight towards South Mountain on the summit of the Dead and the Living.

But it was different from what he remembered before he died, he remembered that he had clearly scattered everyone back then, but he was halfway through his run when a line of palace people rushed out, the one at the head was Elder Liu who had served him for many years, Elder Liu was holding a box, his wrinkled face was full of joy: "Your Majesty, the Immortal Pill of Rebirth, I've found it This is the Immortal Pill of Rebirth "

He stopped abruptly in his tracks.

All around him knelt down to congratulate him, Liu Lao also knelt down, a pair of withered hands presented a brocade box, trembling, handed it to Mo Ran and said hoarsely, "An immortal medicine, the immortal medicine that His Majesty has been begging for, finally it has moved the Heavenly God, this one is it"

Mo Ran said in a daze, "Not me, didn't I drive you all off the mountain?"

The servants were as pale as dirt, kowtowing repeatedly, and Liu Lao was also extremely frightened: "Why is Your Majesty kicking us out? Is there anything wrong with my old servant?"

"Where are the ten sects?"

Liu Lao was confused and looked up blankly, "What ten sects Your Majesty, what's wrong with you"

Mo Ran knew he couldn't talk, so he dragged him to Tongtian Tower to see, and as soon as he came out of the forest he pointed to the mound in front of the tower: "Look over there, I was just sleeping there, I"

He turned his head, only to find that his coffin and grave mound had disappeared.

Only two solitary graves of the queen and consort stand, with his dog-crawl inscribed on them in a crooked manner.

Mo Ran :""

Liu Lao worriedly: "Your Majesty, what is wrong with you"

"I" Mo Ran stared at the two graves in a daze, his consciousness already confused, one moment he could clearly realise that it was all a lie, but the next he felt a mixture of reality and illusion, he couldn't tell where he was or what year it was.

Liu Lao sighed and said, "Your Majesty is too worried and dreaming"

"It's not a dream" Mo Ran murmured, but then shook his head again, his face pale, "No, of course it's a dream" he said incoherently and upside down for a long time, then abruptly twisted his face and stared at Liu Lao, "What about the medicine for rebirth? "

Liu Lao then presented the box.

He didn't bother to pick up the box; he opened it straight away and inside was a lustrous white jade-like pellet with a warm sheen.

He picked it up with a shudder, the knot in his throat gathering, before heading in the direction of the red lotus watering hole.

But Liu Lao suddenly pulled him back, Mo Ran looked back, his nerves were stretched to the breaking point and he asked, "What's wrong"

Liu Lao, who had been pleasant at first, suddenly sank into a gloomy face, his eyes shining with a treacherous lustre, and said in a gloomy voice: "Your Majesty, but you have gone in the wrong direction"

"What's going the wrong way?"

"The place where Your Majesty should go, is the Invocation Terrace." Liu Lao said slowly, and the servants all slowly gathered around, surrounding Mo Ran and slowly closing in, "Hasn't Your Majesty always, longingly, wanted to resurrect your senior brother, Shi Mingjing"

"I"

"Now that the Elixir of Rebirth is in hand, why did His Majesty abandon the Soul Recruiting Platform and instead run to the red lotus water pavilion?" Liu Lao said quietly, "His Majesty killed millions of people for the Elixir of Rebirth, leveled the Confucianism School, and left the world in a state of mourning and a river of blood. But is it possible that, after all this, His Majesty has gone against his original intention and taken this potion into the mouth of another person?"

Mo Ran's heart was in turmoil as he clutched the immortal pill and he said, "You don't understand."

"His Majesty must go to the beckoning table and not to the red lotus water-chest." All the men had a terrible gleam in their eyes and ghostly faces as they gathered around him and repeated, "His Majesty must go to the beckoning table and not to the red lotus watering hole."

Mo Ran shielded the immortal medicine to death as he turned blue and said, "Get out of my way, all of you."

"Your Majesty must go to the Invocation."

"Get out of the way."

He drew out the unreturned, holding the cold hilt of the blade, and the men seemed to cringe for a moment before the pupils of their eyes became as narrow as snakes, and each one wore a twisted grin.

"You'll get what's coming to you."

"What do you think you can change?"

"Words don't mean anything."

"Towards the end of the day."

"Heh, how can such a thin-skinned person deserve to possess an immortal medicine."

"Grab it back and take it back"

Protecting the elixir, Mo Ran cut a bloody path to South Mountain on the summit of death and life. Whether this was a dream or reality, he knew Chu Wanning was there, alive or dead, and he had to get there, and he had to be there for Chu Wanning to be at peace.

He ran into the knot of the red lotus water pavilion.

Liu Lao and the others were kept out of bounds.

He looked back at them before closing the turquoise bamboo casement, he didn't want to see any more extra people, this was the red lotus watering hole, just as there was himself, and

"Master."

His eyes widened slightly in surprise as he saw Chu Wanning standing beneath a begonia tree, high ponytail and metal gloves on, intently tweaking a nearly finished Nightwish mech. The wind was picking up, and the pale pink petals blew down, falling like the first snow on the front steps and the table, gentle as ripples.

Mo Ran's eyes were red and wet at the end, and she choked up for a moment.

"Master."

Chu Wanning looked up at the sound of his voice, he was still chewing on a small file because he was busy, he was slightly surprised to see Mo Ran and took the file off before he straightened up and nodded towards him, "What brings you here"