Published: March 8, 2025
As Chu Yang was about to leave Ping Sha Ridge, the originally clear weather suddenly turned ominous, with dark clouds gathering rapidly from all directions.
The thick clouds converged above the Chu Family, swirling and pressing down lower and lower.
Suddenly, a vortex appeared in the clouds, growing more frantic, eventually forming a giant single eye! With a deafening thunderclap, a thick, curving bolt of lightning struck down into the Chu Family!
With a loud boom, the ground shook violently.
Then the lightning danced like silver snakes, crazily striking down without cease.
Chu Yang, standing on horseback, squinted and wondered, "What is happening?"
The Sword Spirit chuckled calmly, "Chu Xiaoxin has broken through to the supreme level!"
……
In the Chu Family's yard, filled with thatch, within a low thatched house.
Chu Xiaoxin stood silently before a portrait, hands behind his back, his gaze deep and focused.
Lightning crashed down!
Chu Xiaoxin looked at the gentle, smiling woman in the portrait, his face filled with bitterness and pain. He closed his eyes and softly said, "I'm sorry... I can't come to find you anymore..."
The lightning struck down, illuminating the entire world under the dark clouds with a bright, blinding light.
Suddenly, the roof above the thatched house disappeared without a trace!
That bolt of lightning struck right above Chu Xiaoxin's head!
Chu Xiaoxin stood with his eyes closed, a tear rolling down his cheek.
As the lightning struck, he remained unscathed. Yet the pain and conflict in his heart grew deeper.
The lightning came down in torrents, striking above his head and then dissipating. He continued to stand there, motionless, enduring the baptism of the world's might.
He opened his eyes and looked at the portrait; amid the chaotic lightning, the figure in the picture seemed to flutter as if it were moving with the wind, her bright eyes and white teeth radiating warmth, as if she were speaking to him.
Chu Xiaoxin groaned in pain, "Are you alright?"
The portrait floated up, its gaze gentle.
"Are you not well?" Chu Xiaoxin asked, heart aching.
The portrait's gaze remained warm and tender, gently lifting as if to deny it.
The lightning roared above his head.
Suddenly, a fierce wind blew, and torrential rain began to pour down.
Yet within the three feet around Chu Xiaoxin and the portrait, not a single raindrop could fall.
"Do you blame me?" Chu Xiaoxin continued to ask.
The portrait seemed to ponder before a gust of wind came, lifting it gracefully, and the figure within fluttered, her expression becoming affectionate and tender...
Chu Xiaoxin sighed deeply, "These years, I missed you so much."
He suddenly let out a long howl, tilting his head back, his long hair standing on end, arms wide open, facing the thunder and lightning, heartbrokenly shouting: "I- Miss- You- So- Much!!!"
His voice, filled with sorrowful longing and despair, transformed into a thunderous roar that soared into the sky!
A series of dozens of thunder and lightning struck down like a barrage above his head!
The entire earth trembled violently...
…………
At the boundary of Ping Sha Ridge.
Chu Yang stood on a high slope, gazing into the distance.
That heart-wrenching shout echoed far away, and Chu Yang stood solemnly, silently saying in his heart, "Ancestral Patriarch... you've suffered..."
The Sword Spirit was also feeling the profundity of the moment, saying deeply, "Did you hear it?"
Chu Yang asked, "What?"
The Sword Spirit sighed, "The pain of the way of affection, did you hear it?"
Chu Yang gazed intently at the direction where the thunder and lightning clashed and said gravely, "Pain arises because there was once great happiness! As long as in this lifetime, there has been that kind of unforgettable happiness, then even if it is pain now, it is still happiness."
The Sword Spirit fell silent.
The thunder and lightning ceased, and the dark clouds rapidly dispersed, flowing like stars, and in an instant, the sun shone brightly again, the mountains and rivers became vibrant.