Published: March 9, 2025
The crowd was momentarily speechless in the presence of such a Law Sovereign.
The Law Sovereign gazed longingly at the Nine Calamity Sword, extending his hand to gently stroke the sharp blade resting against his chest. A look of satisfaction mixed with a tinge of melancholy crossed his face as he trembled slightly, sighing with a heart-wrenching tone, “Brother... brother~~ brother…”
His voice was filled with deep affection and nostalgia, tinged with sorrow. Tears fell drop by drop, and some of them landed on the blade of the Nine Calamity Sword, flowing down the sword's body and into his chest.
The Law Sovereign opened his mouth, exhaling softly as if struggling for breath, finally trembling as he said, “I’m about to leave, never to return... Chu Sword Master, do not forget your promise to me.”
Chu Yang felt a lump in his throat and replied, “I will never forget; Fifth Melancholy, once the fifth of the Nine Calamity, you are destined to remain in the annals of history. In the hearts of your brothers, you will always be the Fifth Melancholy of those years! There will never be any change! The only calamity in the world is the Heavenly Demon Seed, the Law Sovereign…”
At that moment, the pupils of Fifth Melancholy widened as if he unconsciously questioned, “Is it? Really?”
A child-like innocent smile suddenly appeared on his face as he murmured, “If so, how happy I would be…”
Then he fell silent.
After a long while, he softly recited, “Life and death are but an empty affair, brothers care for each other till the end; I harbor no resentment for the cycle of reincarnation…”
It seemed he was trying to compose a poem, a poem written at death's door, but his voice faded lower and lower.
Chu Yang leaned in to catch his final words, but the Law Sovereign had already lost all breath. His eyes were filled with longing, and his face was marked with regret. His fingers still lovingly caressed the Nine Calamity Sword, yet his entire being had turned to stillness.
He was dead.
“... An infinite melancholy awaits in the next life!” Chu Yang sighed softly, completing the last line of the poem for him.
Perhaps Fifth Melancholy did not think this way, but this line was Chu Yang’s blessing for him.
To the heroic overlord who had overturned the world and destroyed the realm, yet was filled with infinite melancholy, regret, and sorrow... a sincere blessing!
Chu Yang exerted force, wanting to draw the Nine Calamity Sword; but at that moment, the Law Sovereign's still body suddenly dissipated, transforming into countless specks of light, beginning from his limbs and gradually vanishing into nothingness.
The longing in his eyes and the regret on his face finally turned into light points, slowly swirling in the air before extinguishing one by one, ultimately disappearing from the world.
Where the Law Sovereign once stood, only the radiant purple qi of the Nine Calamity Sword remained. The blade gleamed like water, quietly flashing in the air.
Then, the Nine Calamity Sword abruptly emitted an exceptionally strong suction force, as if a great whale were drinking water, instantly drawing the surrounding Demonic Fog into the Nine Calamity Sword without leaving a trace.
In the world, dawn reappeared; after a moment, the Demon Aura vanished completely, restoring the bright blue sky and white sun.
The sunlight was brilliant. The mountains and rivers stretched for miles, presenting a scene of peace.
Chu Yang and Mo Tianji looked somewhat melancholic at the empty space before them, both letting out a soft sigh.
Then, one by one, the brothers couldn’t help but release long sighs in unison.
Fifth Melancholy was gone. Yet the sense of melancholy in the world lingered for a long time.
“Life is such that one cannot take a wrong step; a single misstep can lead to eternal regret, and when one wishes to look back, it has long been a thousand years... One must not stray from their path…” Mo Tianji sighed deeply.
A sigh floated into the void, gradually dissipating.