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Chapter 363: The 50th Palm: Old Friends Wane, Shu Yu is Gone!

Chapter 363: The 50th Palm: Old Friends Wane, Shu Yu is Gone!

The young man’s black hair was thick and loose, cascading over his shoulders, hidden beneath the Green Banner.

Following that, Liang Hui sank his consciousness into his body, feeling the changes within.

Nurturing a soul containing the Pure Yang Taoism Principle, it resided between his brows, warm and sharp, with a thought it could cleave open a Great Realm.

His body surged with Qi-Blood, a mere thread of which could obliterate a Remnant Realm, turning millions of miles of mountains and rivers to ash.

The Myriad Spirits Taoism Principle, too, was tinged with a sense of completion, flawless, as if he could step into the next Realm in the next instant.

And indeed, that was the case. Through battling the Taoist Ancestral and the gains in the Five Directions World, he had reached the pinnacle of a Martial Saint.

He was ready for a breakthrough, to bear a Myriad Spirits Taoism Enlightenment, bringing both the paths of Martial Artist and Taoist to the same Realm.

Just as Liang Hui was about to breakthrough.

A frown suddenly creased his brow.

The next moment, he vanished completely, along with his presence, from the Guangxi Realm.

...

The original world.

Yuanshui City, a medium-sized city as ordinary as any in the world.

Drizzle fell, lending the city an air of desolation.

Liang Hui stood before the city gate, his hand reaching out to rest atop the hilt of his sword, his eyes filled with a touch of sorrow.

With one step, he arrived in a secluded part of the city, staring at the river flowing past, he seemed lost in thought.

He turned!

What met his gaze was an old courtyard, and looking at its rundown door, he was touched with a hint of nostalgia.

He stepped forward.

Thud! Thud!

The clear sound of knocking on the door was especially distinct at this moment.

Moments later, slow footsteps emanated from within the courtyard.

Creak!

The door was pushed open from the inside, revealing a woman in a light white dress, with white hair and a pale, emaciated face that bore the signs of decay and late years.

"Your Majesty, you’ve come." The woman’s eyes curved softly, revealing a hint of tenderness, seemingly unsurprised by the young man’s arrival.

She stepped aside, opening a path.

"Please come in."

Just like ninety years ago, without the slightest change.

Liang Hui’s face carried a gentle warmth as he stepped forward, crossing the woman’s figure to walk towards the pavilion in the courtyard.

Shu Yu closed the door and followed slowly behind the young man, her gaze fixed on his tall, solid figure.

In her eyes were memories, for she had followed in his wake just like this once before.

Lost in thought, Liang Hui was already seated in a stone chair, gesturing to the seat opposite.

"Sit!"

Shu Yu nodded and sat down.

"Shu Yu, a long time has passed since our last meeting. I have come to take you to the Divine Court," said Liang Hui as he lightly tapped the sword hilt, his gentle expression turning serious.

The woman shook her head, her hand smoothing out the folds of her dress.

"I’ve lived here for over a hundred years and do not plan to leave."

"That’s fine too." Liang Hui murmured, seemingly indifferent to the woman’s refusal.

He released the sword hilt, reaching forward with fingers curling to tap on the stone table, and a dish of exotic fruits appeared.

"These are specialties from other worlds. I’ve prepared them for you. Have a taste."

"No, thank you!"

Shu Yu still shook her head.

Liang Hui’s fingers paused as he looked at the stubborn woman, saying each word deliberately.

"You’re about to die."

"Birth, old age, sickness, death, what’s there for me to find strange?"

"It’s been a hundred years; it’s time for me to die."

Shu Yu chuckled lightly, her cloudy eyes showing resignation, her pale hand reaching out to feel the wetness of the falling rain.

"The rain that belongs to me should also touch the ground."

"What if I don’t allow it?" Liang Hui’s eyes narrowed, his grip firming.

"I could make the rain hang suspended for ten thousand years, a million years, or even eternity."

"You won’t, because you are Liang Hui."

Shu Yu retracted her hand, her thin face revealing a gentle expression.

"You are the divine dragon above the Ninth Heaven, and I am the rain slipping from the sky. We were never meant to converge."

"Yet we encountered each other by chance; to me, that is already enough."

The woman pushed herself up from the stone table, struggling to stand, and looked up at the gloomy sky.

"Tai Yi, do you know?"

"I really like this kind of weather, gloomy, overcast, yet cool."

Stepping into the light rain, a smile lifted the corners of his mouth, radiating with happiness.

"Here, right now, to me, is already extreme happiness."

Liang Hui slowly stood up, moved beside the woman, and looked into her muddled eyes.

A moment later, he chuckled lightly.

"Shu Yu, I respect your choice."

The young man felt the moisture of the rainwater sliding down.

Following that, under Shu Yu’s astonished gaze, he walked toward the house.

"I happen to be free at the moment, so I’ll have lunch here today."

"You probably haven’t eaten yet, come join me."

Before the woman could react, his figure had already disappeared into the courtyard.

Shu Yu’s eyes flickered with helplessness, but her heart swelled with even more warmth.

She stepped towards the kitchen.

Half a month.

After living in this house with Shu Yu for half a month, Liang Hui vanished from her sight.

Shu Yu stood at the threshold, watching the retreating figure, her eyes filled with reluctance.

She knew that with this farewell, there would be no meeting again.

"But this wonderful life, for me, is already enough."

She turned around!

And walked back toward the house.

From then on, she never left the courtyard again.

Another half-month passed.

Outside Yuanshui City, by the stream, there was a lone grave and a tall figure.

Fallen leaves drifted, rainwater slid onto the lake surface, creating ripples, exuding an indescribable desolation.

Liang Hui gazed at the tombstone, with many words in his heart, but in the end, they all turned into a light sigh.

"Farewell, Shu Yu!"

And with that, the figure disappeared.

Left behind was only the lone grave and the jade tombstone engraved with characters.

’The grave of Shu Yu—erected by her dear friend Liang Hui!’

Since then, within a thousand miles of Burntwood City, there was a continuous light rain, without stopping, without end.

....

Liang Hui wandered aimlessly across the land, observing everything around him, feeling everything around him.

Mountains, animals, rivers, sentient beings—his heart held no confusion, only a sudden sense of tiredness.

He wanted to rest for a while, to pause and take in the scenery along the way.

Although he hadn’t practiced cultivation for a hundred years, with the addition of "Enter Dream," the years he had experienced were quite prolonged.

He had always been advancing, killing, conquering, and cultivating.

"Ha!"

"Getting a bit sentimental!"

Liang Hui chuckled lowly, his mind’s jumbled thoughts all cut away, leaving a complete and flawless state of mind.

With a thought.

A voice crossed the vast Boundary Sea and entered the Divine Court.

"Tang Tang, do you have time?"

"I do!"

Came the response.

In the next instant, the Woman in Green-Robes had crossed the Boundary Sea and appeared before the young man.

Tang Tang looked astonished as she saw the person before her, then let her mind sweep the surroundings.

"Leizhou?"

"Leizhou!"

Liang Hui nodded, lifting his arm and pointing ahead.

"All enemies have perished, and I suddenly find myself a bit bored, so why not revisit the old places."

"Come with me!"

Tang Tang’s eyes were soft. She sensed the difference in the young man beneath the surface, unlike the past.

She reached out her hand and grasped the young man’s arm.

"Together!"

The two figures strolled forward, vanishing at the edge of the world.