Chapter 43. How could this venerable one just sit and watch his beloved disciple being taunted? – Jinyu Translations
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Changming wanted to destroy Heavenly City, just like how Zhang Mu razed Seven Star Rivers that day. He wanted to leave no stone unturned and seal it completely, setting all the people confined here free.
The reason for this was the people who were hiding behind the scenes and scheming to stop them all the time, going as far as following them to the past, wanting to change the future and reach their goal sooner.
The case of Heavenly City would delay them.
Since the Nine Layers of the Abyss was so special to them they had more than one chess piece, Chen Ting, here.
Even though Yun Weisi said nothing, he tacitly agreed to this plan.
But nights belonged to Yun Hai.
Compared to Yun Weisi, Yun Hai would do things that stirred up more trouble.
Therefore, when Changming rescued Xu Jingxian, and Heavenly City was in turmoil because of the five elders’ death, the sky split and the earth cracked in Heavenly City.
Xu Jingxian’s expression changed suddenly as she was enduring the flames that engulfed her, holding Changming’s arm tightly.
She recalled Seven Star Rivers at once.
“Is it going to end the same way?”
Changming hummed in agreement, looking at her restless and pained appearance.
“Can you still walk?”
“I, I…”
Xu Jingxian couldn’t even cry. Her tongue started feeling numb as if it had been tied in a knot.
Why would they call it a magic herb that gathers nature’s spiritual powers when it was poisonous!
“Where are we going, quick, let’s go!”
She did not need to urge him. Changming grabbed her arm and leapt onto the Yunding Tower. The two of them landed on its top, watching the ground crack, the lake flow down, and the houses in the city collapse. The sky was dark and silent, and only fires burning everywhere in the city illuminated the scene.
When the last ray of sunset was swallowed by black clouds, the messengers of darkness came swarming in flocks, pursuing the sweetest smell of blood and flesh.
“Those vultures…”
Xu Jingxian thought of them and quickly urged Changming to find a safer place.
But Changming shook his head.
“Wait.”
“It’s too late to wait!”
Xu Jingxian was feeling a little better but still could not control her expression. Her mouth was distorted, and she was drooling as she talked, like an eighty-year-old lady approaching her coffin. She angrily raised her trembling sleeve, trying to cover it desperately. If she knew that the Yangzhen Grass’s effect was so violent, she would have—
Swallowed it with her eyes closed nevertheless.
“Lady Xu.”
Changming was standing on the roof with his hands clasped behind his back and was looking at the ever-changing and boiling dark clouds in the distance. He seemed enigmatic. His long hair and robes were fluttering in the fair wind as if he was not of this world.
