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"What kind of rain is it today" A gentle voice came from the Qing Shi Gong behind him.

The lonely years have not worn away the warmth in its voice. The hardships and trials have not made it lament.

It's not like the rain outside, but rather like a warm fireplace inside, with rising heat and a steaming cup of tea. Among all things in the world that are inviting, it is always one of them.

Jiang Wuyou once deeply cherished this voice, as it represented the warm memories of her childhood.

Now she said softly, "The rain I see with my elder brother before is probably not much different."

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The deposed prince of Great Qi, Jiang Wuliang, has been imprisoned in Qing Shi Palace for thirty years.

Over thirty years, how many heroes have risen, how many legends have fallen, and how many epic stories have unfolded.

From the Daoli year 3899 to the Daoli year 3929. Some people changed history, countless people were buried in history. The Qing Shi Gong remained a dusty spiderweb-covered Qing Shi Gong. It was a spectator of humanity, displayed in a corner even lonelier than the stone steps.

But from this solitary and frigid prison, the sounds that emerged were never tinged with resentment.

"The human eye, understands the most cunning lies in the world. It deceives this world and even deceives yourself." A voice from Qing Shi Palace said: "Everything you see, is limited to your vision. All the order you observe, has been cut by your gaze. Your eyes, are themselves a colored window—before you see anything, everything has already been defined by you."

And your so-called definitions of all things are often the perceptions this world has given you. We arrive in this world naked, the first form we take is the clothes people put on us. You may not know what it looks like, you may not like it, you may not agree with it, but you have already accepted it.

"Later, I could only see the essence of things. Haha…"

That voice wavered, like a wounded bird that could never fly into the sky: "I sometimes miss being deceived."

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"The rain is heavy, falling in a way that breaks the heart," Jiang Wuyou said.

She was describing the appearance of the rain.

"These years, you've truly worked hard." The voice in the Qing Shi Palace carried a tinge of comfort.

"Big brother," Jiang Wuyu asked calmly, "Actually, I've been thinking about this for many years—has the world I see also passed through your window"

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In the Qing Shi Palace, there wasn't a hint of suspicion or anger in his voice. It still held a warm smile: "Wu You, I taught you. When you truly have such doubts, you shouldn't ask me again."

"You never explain yourself," Jiang Wuyu's voice held a complexity that was hard to describe.

When the Imperial Historian accused the deposed prince of harboring resentment, — everyone knew that Jiang Wuliang wouldn't say those words, but he didn't offer a single defense. He was taken before the emperor and only said, "Guilty."

Jiang Wuliang, what crimes do you know of

This summer rain is truly urgent, beating against the eaves with a continuous crisp sound. Each strike resonates in one's heart.

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At such a time, the voice in the Qing Shi Palace simply said: “Those who love me will explain themselves to me. Those who hate me will find new hatred in my explanations.”

Jiang Wuyou, are you the one who hates him or loves him

Jiang Wuyu fell silent for a while before saying, "I have a question about cultivation that I'd like to ask Big Brother."

A voice from the Qing Shi Palace said, "You haven't asked about my cultivation for a long time. You have already walked your own path."

"Brother, do you know about the Celestial Humans"

"Tianren" A voice in the Qing Shi Palace suddenly understood, "His way clashes with Tianren... he's resisting Heaven's Mandate"

Although he didn't mention a single person, Jiang Wuliang already understood everything.

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Over the years confined within the cold, solitary confines of the Qing Shi Palace, he had no visitors from outside. His thoughts naturally became restricted, and Jiang Wuyou became his nearly sole window to the world. Yet, his perspective seemed to never be limited.

Jiang Wuyou had long been accustomed to his elder brother's awareness.

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My elder brother had told her long ago that every word you utter, every character within it, is connected to many truths about the world. Only a "wise awakener" can fully perceive this.

She understood that every visit of hers allowed her older brother to grasp the changes of the times and replenish his understanding of the world.

But the wind that blows through the Qingshi Palace, the sparrows that flit across it, even the sunlight falling upon it, are all "windows" of this world. She's not one extra compared to them.

She asked this "Wise One," who in her mind was nearly all-knowing, “Is there any way”

“If one has to resist Heaven's will, it means they have fallen deeply into its grasp. Help from the shore is merely scratching the surface. Those who cannot reach the shore are of little use.” A voice echoed from Qing Shi Palace: "The best course of action is for someone in the Heavenly Sea to forcefully sever his connection with Heaven and push him out. Of course, this could only be done by another celestial being."

Jiang Wuyu frowned: "The one from the Sea of Sin"

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“He's communicative enough,” the voice from Qingshi Palace said.

"He's more likely to eat the new Heavenly People, isn't he" Jiang Wuyou said.

The voice in the Qing Shi Palace only chuckled: "Secondly, someone could row a boat to the center of the Celestial Sea and haul him aboard, taking him away—but this method probably wouldn't work. He isn't short on people willing to ferry him. It’s even quite possible he's already taken a boat ride before."

Jiang Wuyou said: "He seems to...have attained two levels of Heavenly Human. Under the condition that the first level of Heavenly Human form was sealed, he still achieved another Heavenly Human."

“Indeed, he is deeply favored by Heaven and has the potential to become the protagonist of this era.” That was the evaluation from within the Qing Shi Palace.

"How do I get rid of it" Jiang Wuyou asked.

“To reach the peak here, one should be powerless. But even if they transcend, it's a risky choice. Transcenders, who have already jumped out of everything and exist independently, want to return to the depths of the Heavenly Dao Sea. This is forcefully challenging the Heavenly Dao, staining themselves with dust… Even if he is a genius, it’s not worth transcending for him. Especially now, this is even more impossible.” A voice from Qing Shi Palace said: "We can only watch him. See if he can wear shackles and swim alone across the Heavenly Dao Sea."

"What if he can't" Jiang Wuyou asked.

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"That's not necessarily a bad outcome," said the voice from Qingshi Palace.

Jiang Wuyou was still watching the rain.

Summer rain comes quickly and goes quickly. Just a moment ago it was drumming loudly, now it's just a gentle patter. It falls listlessly on the mossy stone steps, unable to wash away the stubborn traces of the past.

"Big brother, why did you have high hopes for him back then" Jiang Wuyou stretched out a finger to catch a raindrop, intently observing the way it splashed, yet asked in an unrelated manner.

"Many things are unclear, and many times there is no need for a reason. If you must seek one—" a voice laughed from within the Qing Shi Palace, "Perhaps it's just fate!"

"You haven't truly seen him," Jiang Wuyu said, "I mean, with your eyes."

A voice from the Qing Shi Palace said, "So I wasn't deceived, I see more clearly."

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Jiang Wuyou's fingers withdrew from the incessant rain curtain, as if bidding farewell to this absurd world, embodying a clear sense of strength.

This is far from the delicate, flower-arranging fingers of a pampered noble. These are fingers with exceptionally clear and full lines, capable of crushing everything in their path. “Dao” and “Wu,” like wind and rain, submit to her fingertips.

Here standing before you is the founder of Dao Wu and the Palace Master of Hua Ying Palace in the Great Qi Empire.

"Big brother, next year I won't come see you anymore." Huaying Palace Master said.

The voice in Qing Shi Palace was still warm and smiling: "Make the choice you think is right. Big brother will always support you."

The master of Huaying Palace never looked back from the start, and now he didn't hesitate.

She took a step forward, stepping into the rain curtain, crushing the remnants of the rain.

"What's wrong" On the vast, boundless sea, a small boat swayed with the waves. Chu Jiangwang, his voice echoing, asked.

"It's nothing. A pesky follower almost made it to sea, but luckily our allies stopped him." King Qin Guang put the seashell receiver away from his ear, the slight frown on his brow smoothed out, and he smiled faintly. "We need to make haste."

King Chujiang didn't ask why, only saying, "The Executioner, Yama, the city, and equality have all arrived at their designated positions and are ready to act at any time."

"Have there been any changes" asked King Qin Guang.

King Chujiang said, "They are all intelligent people, and they have been together for so long that they are well aware of your methods—even if they have ideas in their hearts, they dare not act rashly. Even if they take action, they will not let me discover it."

"Urban King is a newcomer," Qin Guangwang said, "He's already picked up bad habits so quickly"

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Chu Jiang Wang said indifferently, "He's so filthy it's like he crawled out from the gates of hell."

“This sounds so awkward, doesn't it” King Qin Guang wasn’t pleased: “Hell has no gate, clear and bright. I run a legitimate organization!”

"Regular organizations all have death benefits." King Chu Jiang said.

Qin Guang Wang sighed, "But they don't have any families."

Chu Jiang Wang paused for a moment: "Is this the standard for recruiting people in the future"

Qin Guangwang glanced at her: "I find that after this return, you are quite different."

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“More sincere” asked King Chujiang.

"Alas!" King Qin Guang sighed. "Could it be that I too have reached the point where truth stings Am I surrounded by nothing but sycophants"

King Chu Jiang did not know how to evaluate the situation.

“You didn't talk much before,” Qin Guangwang said again.

King Chu Jiang fell silent for a moment, then finally said: "Perhaps you've also died once."

"It was 'close to death'." King Qin Guang corrected.

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"If I had to say that I came close, it wasn't just once." Chu Jiang Wang said.

"I'm a tough nut to crack," Qin Guangwang said casually. "This little discrepancy is just the gulf between heaven and earth."

King Chu Jiang said in a low voice, "If you keep venturing out like this, even the Heavenly Chasm will eventually be filled."

Qin Guang Wang said in a low voice, "That would require a lot of corpses."

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“Then…,” Chu Jiang Wang’s voice became very weak, “Kill fewer people.”

"What" Qin Guangwang had just split his attention to analyze the light. He hadn't heard clearly.

"It's nothing." Chu Jiangwang said.

Each Yanluo has their own reason for joining the gates of Hell. But few are like King Chujiang.

Some people do it for money, some for resources, some for the sake of cultivation... But she, she has a terminal illness to kill.

She was born with a murderous disposition, her killing intent dominating her heart. She was beyond redemption and needed to kill living beings to find relief. When she was young, killing a rabbit or a chicken was enough, but as she grew older, her thirst for bloodshed became increasingly difficult to satisfy.

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Now even slaying demons and monsters isn't enough, we must kill, the very beings who rule over this mortal world.

There is no more suitable profession than that of an assassin, and there is no more righteous reason for killing than that of an assassin.

She rarely went on missions herself. It wasn't that she was used to working behind the scenes; rather, it was a way to control herself. They say that Bian Cheng Wang is cruel and Qin Guang Wang is evil, but when she fell ill, she was the most bloodthirsty Yan Luo in Hell's Unending Gate.

“Then let's begin...” King Qin Guang said, “Since everything is in place.”

"You already know where it is" asked King Chu Jiang.

“I think I’ve found the answer.” King Qin Guang stood at the bow of his boat, spreading his arms wide as if embracing the boundless ocean ahead. “Let me hear one more song of falling stars.”

King Chujiang stepped back, his boots beginning to frost over as frost spread across the small boat. Under the eerie mask of Yama, her voice rose: "The spring mountains were once full for three months' worth of dew, the spring tide brought rain to the bow..."

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Her voice was so cold, piercing through the mist like an icy wind from the east.

The small boat they were riding in was also frozen on the ice, and the frost continued to spread farther.

Sunlight pierced through the ice fragments, refracting on the sea surface, displaying a kaleidoscope of iridescent hues.

Qin Guang Wang's eyes gradually turned green.

It is well-known that Master Jiang's knowledge and experience are unparalleled in the world.

But few people know that Qin Guangwang, the King of Hell with no gate, is also a master of manipulating the five senses. People only know about his madness, his power, his evil nature, and his bloody war record.

Unknown to all, Master Jiang relied on this very text, "The Canon of Seeing Immortals," to cultivate his "Immortal Sight."

Initially, when the ruins of the Overseas Wanxian Palace were opened, he seized the most precious jewels under the watchful eyes of all parties. He also took the key that unlocked the core secret treasure.

He is the most essential inheritor of "Ten Thousand Immortal Techniques"!

At this moment, a mere glance from the green eyes revealed a fragmented sky bridge of rainbows. This rainbow bridge connected the hazy distance, as if it linked to some vague legend.

He spread his arms wide, swaying naturally to the music, like a bird taking flight and dancing lightly.

"Seeing and Hearing," seemed like a still sea, allowing him to wander freely. Light and sound were so docile before him.

In the flickering light before him, a flower slowly grew.

This flower is semi-transparent in color, with a jade-like light velvet. It has six petals and a single eye in the center—a perfectly round eye that always faces the sun like a sunflower.

In his ear, a tiny creature emerged. It was like hollow paper, slender and light, "floating" rather than "flying" in the air. Its body had tens of thousands of emerald-green tendrils, fine as threads, swaying in the air.

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While people know about the profound knowledge and magical abilities of Immortal Jiang, who created the "Knowing Sight Bird" and "Hearing Fish," they are unaware that King Qin Guang of Hell, with his entrance-less domain, also possesses the "One-Eyed Flower" and "Ten Thousand Ears Worm."

At a glance, one can see the expanse of heaven. With all ears, one can hear the sounds of the world.

Under the blessing of two magical arts, Qin Guang Wang's control over light and sound became increasingly concrete.

And on the horizon, that rainbow bridge connecting to the hazy distance, faintly revealed a stretch of endless "mirage".

That was where light and shadow gathered, where one could see cranes dancing in the sky, with ethereal fairy figures and moonlight shimmering. Looking at the pavilions, towers, and halls, they were all adorned with splendor... but in a flash, they crumbled.

But all that was left were broken walls and crumbled ruins, tattered robes and shattered crowns. The splendor had faded, and the feathers of the crane were stained with blood.

This continuous series of buildings, in the process of transitioning from prosperity to decay, also moved from nothingness to authenticity.

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It gradually took on the breath of reality, responding to the sky and sea.

From a distant and unreachable place, it brushed aside layers of mist, returning to the human world after many years.

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It is a ruin, and the true collapse... Wanxian Palace! swordsmanship alone, this confrontation of intent and momentum, he did not surpass Ning Shuangrong. His final move, the "Path of Movement Killing Sword," was also intended to rely on brute force to b...