Heaven-Defying Rebel Sage
Chapter 303 - 288: Untitled

Chapter 303: Chapter 288: Untitled

I, Xuan Ming, was born at the end of the ancient era, at the beginning of the Ancient Times.

Along with me, were eleven others who are my brothers and sisters, all transformed from the turbid Qi of Pangu’s physical body.

We twelve were known as the Ancestral Witches, and those great beings transformed from the body of Pangu revered us as ancestors, obeying our commands.

At that time, our eldest brother, Di Jun, comprehended the true essence of reincarnation and created the cycle, recognizing the benefits of reincarnation. He established a realm of reincarnation to compete with us twelve for merit. In a conflict, Kunpeng, a powerful being from the Demon Tribe, wounded our war god, Xing Tian, and thus, a great war erupted immediately.

The war between witches and demons was exceedingly fierce and even affected the Human Race, with leaders like the Yellow Emperor, Emperor Yan, Yao, Shun, Yu, and Tang leading the Qi Cultivators of the human race into the battle, involving the Three Pure Ones, Zhun Ti, Jie Yin, and the Nine Heavens Profound Lady along with various saints. Di Jun, dominating the universe, invincible, was collectively confronted by all the saints.

Displeased with Di Jun’s tyranny, Gonggong smashed Mount Buzhou, destroying the foundation of the Heavenly Court in an instant, and thus, the angered Demon Emperor, Tai Yi, came forth.

We then activated the Capital Heavenly Divine Slayer Formation, releasing twelve Capital Heavenly Destroying Demon God Thunders, severely wounding Tai Yi. However, Tai Yi was too powerful and used the Eastern Emperor’s bell to lead us to extinction, leaving us uncertain of the year and month of our possible revival. Moreover, our physical bodies were suppressed beneath Heaven Pillar Mountain, established by Di Jun from the severed Mount Buzhou, filled with numerous restrictions, making our revival even more unlikely.

Meanwhile, Tai Yi was slain by Zhun Ti and Jie Yin, ending without fruition, and Di Jun, targeted by numerous saints, although he managed to kill the Nine Heavens Profound Lady, was also dismembered and suppressed.

Eventually, after countless years in a stupor, I finally felt the tremors of Heaven Pillar Mountain, and the primordial Qi of heaven and earth madly surged in at that moment! It was like we were on the brink of death from thirst in a desert, suddenly finding an oasis, frantically pulling nourishment.

I suddenly had a strange feeling—that someone atop Heaven Pillar Mountain bore slight traces of my essence. I remembered that during the battle against Demon Emperor Tai Yi, my lifeblood was shattered, falling beside a colorful crystal left by Nuwa when she repaired the sky... Indeed, none of this was coincidental or sudden, for in the darkness, Heaven has its own will.

Finally, the twelve of us together managed to open a slight gap in Heaven Pillar Mountain, and we came forth!

The mountain gathered numerous individuals, whose cultivation levels were not weak—each was a Daluo Golden Immortal. Thus, we began to fight, killing them, extracting the essence from their primordial spirits to restore our mana.

Observing the person seated at the peak of the Heaven Pillar, I felt a strange sensation— the pull of fate.

From him, I saw everything—the five-hundred-year deception, as well as the flower from that drop of my lifeblood, that woman named Zixia.

No, I am not Zixia, I am Xuan Ming. The memories from that drop of lifeblood cannot replace me now; I am myself—Xuan Ming!

This is an obsession—to slay this memory, I must kill this person called Sun Wukong!

But he has received Di Jun’s inheritance, and the restrictions of Heaven Pillar Mountain are immensely powerful. Using the Twelve Capital Heavens to break it might require significant effort, and it is not easy for us having just revived...

Nevertheless, let it be, for now, fate’s pull advises to spare him this one life.

The situation between heaven and earth is immensely chaotic. I faintly felt the saints had laid a vast trap, unclear in its totality.

I understand that to survive, I need immense strength.

After forcing the Jade Emperor to concede reincarnation to us, I intend to enter the world of reincarnation, refine my Dao heart, and restore my strength.

Unexpectedly, on the day I entered reincarnation, Sun Wukong also followed in.

Is he seeking Zixia’s lingering soul? She has long been thoroughly dead; even I cannot sense that trace of her soul, let alone him finding it.

The karma from my lifeblood has entwined with my own life, and I must confront this emotional tribulation. Moreover, it seems the Three Pure Ones are pushing some events in this reincarnation. I sensed the aura of the Slaying Immortal Four Swords from the Tong Tian Sect Master. Truly, the reach of the saints is long!

With each cycle of reincarnation, I am destined to meet Wukong, facing this emotional tribulation, naturally deepening both karma and emotion.

So be it, since it is the pull of destiny, then there’s nothing I can do about it—it is what is written in my fate.

For six lifetimes, I slowly understood my true heart, and my cultivation level gradually restored. However, the seed of emotion planted deep within me.

When I emerged, I was attacked by the Buddha Ancestor of the Buddhist Sect, but sensing it just in time, other saints intervened, warding off the three Buddha Ancestors.

I believe all will pass, and perhaps everything in this cycle will be buried with time. I can control myself. Maybe love, for me, is something dispensable—it’s there, though strong, but it doesn’t dominate me. Yet I no longer have the heart to harm him. Let it be, let things take their natural course.

The interconnection of karma, the entanglement of destiny.

We entered reincarnation once again, knowing his true feelings, for he has always been a person of deep loyalty.

In this cycle of reincarnation, I finally made some achievements, glimpsed the path of emotion, and ultimately became a Saint.

I intended to become a Saint to sever all karma, yet even a Saint cannot easily transcend emotions. I finally realized that being "Supreme in forgetting emotions" doesn’t mean severing emotions completely, but rather setting them aside, disregarding and naturally forgetting them. If not reminded, I wouldn’t think about them... Alas, Laozi’s emotions were too shallow. If he had been entwined in karma as I have, and entangled in destiny with deep-rooted emotions, how could he manage? A single thought brings a pain like thousands of arrows piercing one’s heart.

Every cycle of reincarnation deepens the emotional seed, burying it at the center of my heart.

I left something in his heart, merely a tear.

Why the tears? I don’t know why I would cry; it’s supposed to be weak, but it’s hope to leave something after all.

Latterly, I saw a shift in the Heavenly Dao. He was about to face a calamity, and I decided to take this calamity on his behalf, never thinking I would make such a decision.

But after I faced the calamity, he awakened my True Spirit in the cycle of reincarnation, and I saw everything he did.

He carved with his life, searched with his life, realized with his life... Throughout a lifetime, tirelessly, he reincarnated again and again, sought endlessly, to awaken me, and my heart gradually softened.

Perhaps, this is the obsession brought about by emotions, and even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, he would step through them resolutely.

I feared he would give up halfway, but he did not. He didn’t speak of suffering or tiredness; he did all this for me.

Alas, Zixia, is it not just your inner demon but also a bond in my heart?

If you cannot let go, how can you be with me? Very well, very well, you have finally seen the light.

At last, as days passed, the chaos between heaven and earth had been sorted out, he finally became a saint, and I enjoyed this simple and quiet life. I thought, given my nature, I couldn’t live this life; I am an Ancestral Witch, doomed to spend a lifetime in killing—oh, how emotions can change a person so much.

At last, the Immeasurable Calamity was about to arrive, and there was no hope for the Earth Immortal Realm to survive. I understood this.

The Turning Wheel Sage King, ultimately, is an ethereal existence.

I realized the Great Reincarnation Technique, finally understood a bit of the mystery of reincarnation, a means of saving one’s life, but I decided, this life should still be left for him.

The power of the fourth Demon God was beyond my imagination; even the Twelve Capital Heavenly Divine Slayer Formation could hardly stop his schemes. Eleven brothers and sisters have succumbed to the Immeasurable Calamity, thousands of years of cultivation ended up in vain. It was time, with my bloodied body, I offered it as a sacrifice, to perform the Great Reincarnation Technique.

He escaped a disaster...

Goodbye, perhaps never to see each other again.

Maybe, in your next life, you will meet a girl like me, a similar flower, to love you in my place.

Live well, carrying the love I have for you, the expectations of the people of the Earth Immortal Realm for you, and your own responsibilities... Survive, I have sacrificed so much, just hoping you can live a stable life, do not let down my expectations of you, Wukong!

Immeasurable Calamities, Immeasurable Calamities!

I ultimately cannot escape!

In my left hand, I hold karma, and in my right, destiny. What ultimately can’t be escaped are your loneliness and my solitude.

Be submerged!

Go back!

The years have already laid a heavenly net everywhere.

Rest now!

The flowers bloom again on the path; can we slowly savor this moment? The intertwining of karma and destiny remains unsolved.

Who will laugh at the foolishly infatuated?

An eternal regret, just another reincarnation.

Begonias remain the same, the lights are dimming, hitting the railings, the gray chaos, no longer meeting the southward migrating swans, those cries of sorrow, no longer heard.

War and smoke, shattered mountains and rivers, the vast collection of poetry and paintings, consumed by hesitations amid the war, rendered these already desolate days even more haggard.

Searching endlessly, the charm of clouds and wind unspeakable. A bout of wind, a bout of rain, a bout of chill. Parasol trees scatter, the ground covered with thin yellow flowers, returning to autumn’s colors, returning to loneliness. Pillow the night rain at midnight, that clear and melancholic state of mind, lingering, undispelled by three cups of light wine—how to relive that moment of a charming smile?

Gathered a lifetime of sighs, how much desolation, how much naivety, how much despair, echoes through the heart of the sleepless, from brow to heart.

The enduring elegance has turned into such foolishness and naivety. Am I still Xuan Ming?

Yes, it’s just because of love.

What a wondrous feeling.

I can’t forget your unrestrained laughter, your sorrowful eyes, your towering figure.

All that I have given was not for the Earth Immortal Realm but purely for you, only so you could survive. I hope you forgive the ordinary selfishness of a woman in love. I am only a woman caught in the grips of love after all...

Finally, it’s time to say goodbye.

Survive, Sun Wukong, it’s only by surviving that I won’t resent you, blame you.

Please remember, the woman called Xuan Ming, left a sparkling teardrop in your heart.

Reincarnation, oh reincarnation, such a nostalgic place.

"Faint fragrance of wildflowers, mist covers like a dreamland... The pond has mandarin ducks, hearts drunken with enduring affection. Moonlight of the homeland, bright and shining, already reflected in the river of love..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian.com, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)