Chapter 1015: Chapter 580: Wrath of the Beauty (Two-in-One)

After finishing speaking, the main seat fell silent for a moment, immersed in unfathomable memories, and the Holy Emperor closed his eyes, only reopening them after a long while.

The Holy Emperor sighed deeply and said, "The two-thousand-year-old blood feud, the residual spirits of the heavens still do not forget the enmity of ten generations. This depth of hatred cannot be easily explained with words. Forget it, let’s not mention this."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi understood more clearly and glanced at the Tai Sha Sword, realizing he was choosing the unspoiled among the spoiled environment.

The Tai Sha Sword moved its blade away guiltily.

Chen Yi did not pursue the matter, as he understood the principle of judging actions without judging intentions.

The Holy Emperor returned to his senses, his gaze sweeping over, inadvertently glancing at the Hou Kang Sword on Chen Yi’s back.

Chen Yi seized the opportunity to ask, "This sword... do you know its origin?"

The Holy Emperor paused, chuckled, and then said, "It is likely closely related to Yin Sword Mountain’s contemporary Sword Armor."

Indeed... Chen Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and immediately said, "So, you know Sword Armor?"

"We have met a few times. She once visited here when seeking Shoushan Copper to forge a sword, asking if I had any remaining materials. But such heavenly treasures, I have not seen many times," the Holy Emperor paused for a moment, looking intently at Chen Yi, "Since she gave you the sword, it means you are very important to her. Pardon my intrusiveness, what is your relationship with her?"

"...teacher and disciple." Chen Yi wanted to say "husband and wife," but the words changed in his throat.

"A teacher is like a parent, with grace as heavy as a mountain." The Holy Emperor nodded, praising, "Then you must be very filial."

Chen Yi paused, then honestly and unselfconsciously said, "I dare not claim that."

Regardless of anything, Chen Yi knew that no matter what, his actions could not be considered "filial." Even if in his past life, he indeed went to repair the heavens because of her and died for it; it is a separate matter, and he was quite aware of himself.

Of course, a teacher is like a parent. If one must speak of "filial piety," there is not truly no angle. In that little dark room, always wanting to give her a grandchild, could that not be called filial?

As long as there is a desire to be filial, there are infinite angles available.

The Holy Emperor gazed at the Hou Kang Sword, sighing, "It’s a pity this sword is not in the hands of the Sword Armor; its full view cannot be seen."

These words were spoken with subtle meaning; Chen Yi believed that his current Sword Dao realm was no less than Zhou Yitang’s and even surpassed that of his wife in a previous life. Could the Holy Emperor not see even a hint? That’s unlikely, reflecting on this, Chen Yi slightly narrowed his eyes.

Although his Sword Intent bore traces of the Living Sword, ultimately, it was not the Living Sword. She begrudged this, and previously she had repeatedly tried to draw him back to the path of the Living Sword.

Given this, the sword specially crafted by her for him all along carried her expectations.

The slightly tipsy Holy Emperor saw Chen Yi frowning slightly and instinctively asked, "Do you not understand?"

Chen Yi neither shook his head nor nodded. Before he could speak, the Holy Emperor returned to his senses, hastily stopping himself with a light laugh, raising his cup to everyone, "To victory!"

Countless wines were raised high in response.

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As the banquet dispersed, Chen Yi did not want to linger in the Divine Country, so he seized an opportunity to leave with the women.

The Holy Emperor personally saw them off, with Cai Xia and others also accompanying them. They led Chen Yi and his companions to a doorway, and upon opening it, the scene suddenly changed, and the deathly silent air of the Demon Refining Abyss assaulted their noses again.

Skeletal, sharp trees in the distance resembled arms reaching towards the sky; several days had passed, and silence again enveloped the top of the Demon Refining Abyss.

After such a long time, it seemed that most of the White Lotus Sect people and other Demon Path members in the Demon Refining Abyss were either dead or had fled. The encirclement was nearing its end. Chen Yi did not know if the White Lotus Sect people reached their real goal, but the evident fact was that their purpose used to cover their tracks had not been achieved.

And now, the lands of the Demon Refining Abyss revealed a barren wasteland with no vegetation, cold and desolate. It seemed that those Jianghu guests who expelled the demons and defended the Dao had mostly withdrawn to return to the Hero Conference for commendation and reward.

Before leaving, Chen Yi asked the Holy Emperor about the safety of those Jianghu guests, led by He Taixiong, whom he had seen earlier. The Holy Emperor told him that this group did not enter the Divine Country and then briefly divined for them. The casualties were considerable, with only a few safe and sound.

Regarding the whereabouts of Chu Yiyuan and the other White Lotus Sect people, Chen Yi did not ask, and the Holy Emperor also did not answer.

With lifeless trees clustering around the narrow path, the faint shadows hidden at the sides, and the cold, piercing wind blowing past his ears, Yin Weiyin instinctively moved closer to Chen Yi.

However, Chen Yi paid no attention.

He was still deep in thought about Zhou Yitang; in recent days or indeed since their meeting, the actions of this master had grown increasingly strange and inscrutable, to the point where they defied explanation or prediction through common logic.

Even if there were awkward moments between them, given Zhou Yitang’s temperament, if there were no necessity, she would not hide from him in such a way. It was true he was a rebellious disciple, and he did have a fondness for beauty, but if there were indeed something serious, he was willing to risk his life for it; he understood this, and so did she.

Chen Yi gazed into the distance, but the spot he stood was too low. The towering mountains on both sides stretched endlessly to obstruct, and the sky seemed exceptionally lofty, clouding his view. He wished to stand higher, to once more climb Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

Risk is risk; he must see what Zhou Yitang truly intended.

The roads into or out of the Demon Refining Abyss through Dragon and Tiger Mountain were few, just three paths, a detail Chen Yi had learned beforehand. Although he lacked a map, by following the footprints left by the Jianghu heroes on the ground, it wasn’t too difficult to find a pathway up Dragon and Tiger Mountain.