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This is the fifth watch of the night, the last section of the three watches. Night falls and covers the sea.

The entire anglerfish sea was deathly silent.

It was eerily silent.

Even the waves knew to hold their silence.

Everyone could feel the volcanic emotions simmering beneath Jiang Wang's calm exterior.

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My heart is filled with murderous intent, but there is nowhere to vent it. I look around with my sword drawn, yet I don't know who to strike down. It's truly stifling!

As Li Longchuan's friends and family, how could they not feel empathy

Everyone has their own constraints and concerns. Everyone lives in this world, bound by different rules and regulations. Anger doesn't necessarily mean you have to be angry, and even grievances may not always be expressed as such.

Caught in the midst of worldly affairs, one's very being becomes intertwined with the thread of the red dust.

> Falling into the sea of suffering, everyone needs to endure.

So they could understand Jiang Wang's emotional outburst, and they could understand Jiang Wang pushing away their well-meaning dissuasion. And they still wanted to continue stopping him, they would still try to intervene—just that they couldn't understand Jiang Wang's state of being empty yet full of potential.

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When he truly saw Tian Anping falling into a dying state and wanted to speak up to stop him, Jiang Wang stopped his sword himself.

But perhaps only Tian Anping understood that the strength needed to make the choice of breaking free from heaven's will at such a time was beyond imagination.

Watching Tian Anping's swaying figure walk away, Yan Fu let out a sigh of relief!

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Even if he loathed Tian Anping, he would never want him to die at Jiang Wang's hands.

If such a thing were to happen, let alone being his son He Yan, even if his grandfather Yan Ping himself came forward, it would not be able to mitigate the severe consequences of the situation collapsing.

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But just now, he truly felt Jiang Wang's murderous intent!

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Tian Anping was lucky to be alive, he felt he had escaped the brink of suffocation.

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At this moment, Wen Tinglan tugged at Yan Fu's sleeve and whispered, "Counting today, has Tian Anping threatened you twice"

Because when Jiang Wang pressed Tian Anping with his sword at last, he said, "Don't make me hear it a third time."

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Yan Fu thought seriously for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I can't remember. Tian Anping, that madman, might have threatened other people. Perhaps Chongxuan Sheng"

At that time, a voice rang out beside him: "Tian Anping first threatened you before the start of the Second War with Qi Xia, during the military selection ceremony at the platform."

Sometimes, there are things you don't even remember yourself, but your friends help you remember.

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Yan Fu was stunned, especially being in the place where his other friend died, the feeling was particularly complex. Under Wen Tinglan's tugging, he came back to his senses and quickly moved aside: "General Cao! When did you..."

Before the question could be finished, he swallowed it back down.

At this point, a voice spoke up to answer the question, recounting the past events of Tian Anping and Yan Fu. It was none other than Cao Jie, the highest military commander in the Eastern Sea at that moment, a man known for his steadfastness, a native of Qi.

Cao Jie no matter what should not come too early.

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Otherwise, how could he just stand by and watch an outsider almost kill the Rainstorm Commander of the Great Qi Empire

Even if Tian Anping was the one stirring up trouble, Qi Ren would only help his own people. As the Duke of Daqi, he had no other choice.

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Therefore, Cao Jie could only have just arrived.

“I just arrived,” Cao Jie said.

He, who had witnessed the entire battle, looked at Jiang Wang who was floating independently in the air. His eyes were very complex... There was astonishment, admiration, regret, and pity all mixed together.

He was amazed by the ancient and unrivaled power Jiang Wang displayed in the realm of Dong Zhen. He felt pity for Fujiang, who had once served under him, walking away so lonely, all alone, reaching such heights on his own. It was even more regrettable that…all this was about to end.

Jiang Wang has already fallen into the depths of the Heavenly Dao, about to be submerged forever.

As for Tian Anping, he could see things that were obvious to everyone else.

From Haimen Island to the Ghostfish Reef, this journey of investigation was a farewell from Jiang Wang, a contemporary master, to his bosom friend, Li Longchuan. But wasn't it also a farewell from him to himself Before losing himself, the last vestiges of "self"...

Cao Jie naturally knew why Jiang Wang could ultimately restrain his killing intent—one could say that at the moment when Chang Xiang Si hung precariously in the air, Jiang Wang's feelings towards the state of Qi should not have been doubted.

He truly once regarded the State of Qi as his own home, being a wandering vagrant who, after losing everything in misfortune, found his own homeland.

Even though we said goodbye, I never forgot.

Heaven and man fear nothing, but there is a place in Jiang Wang's heart that belongs to Qi. He fears losing it.

Xu Xiangqian shouted at this moment: "Duke, you can't play favorites! This matter is not Jiang Wang's fault."

His eyes hadn't gone down yet, his whole upper face was one big lump after another, very comical, but his expression was very serious: "Our Longmen Academy is watching!"

With a light tug, Zhao Wu Yan gestured for him not to be so hasty. Cao Jie was truly going to do something; he wouldn't wait until now.

Concerned and agitated Xu Xiangqian, who was usually quite clever, was jolted into remembering his true master. He added, "Our Qingya Academy is also watching!"

“There was a misunderstanding here just now.” Yan Fu paid attention to Cao Jie's expression and carefully worded his words: “General Tian was a bit too much, of course, Mr. Jiang was not very polite either. The two real people were excited to learn from each other, both being powerful figures at the time, they couldn't hold back, so it's inevitable that there would be some bumps and bruises. General Tian's injuries should be treated by a doctor, medication should be used, my family is willing to bear all the resources—”

Cao Jie said, "Jiang Wang... he's about to become a true celestial being."

Yan Fu froze there.

He didn't expect that just after accepting the departure of one friend, he would have to say goodbye to another.

Heavenly being, heavenly being, the true Heavenly being, it sounds good to say it's a step to heaven. To say it badly, isn't it also like riding a crane away

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To lose oneself is akin to being dead.

Xu Xiangqian only then reacted—after chasing away Tian Anping, Jiang Wang had remained silent the whole time.

Li Fengyao hurried two steps forward, wanting to get closer and see Jiang Wang's condition, but was blocked outside an invisible boundary!

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Jiang Wang hung his sword and stood alone. His expression was calm, with a sense of serenity.

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With him as the center, a hundred zhang in radius, heaven and sea were separated.

Wind cannot approach, rain cannot approach, people cannot approach.

Heaven set up walls to protect him.

He erupted with murderous intent, attacking recklessly and nearly killing Tian Anping on the spot. It almost made people forget that he was still restrained by the Heavenly Dao, almost making them believe that he had shattered his celestial form. But it seemed that this last emotion sank to the bottom along with Chang Xiangsi's sheath being returned to its place.

Jiang Wang's indifferent gaze swept over this sea area, but he did not look at anyone.

He said nothing, his figure slowly sinking.

That towering figure, like a tall pine tree, with its straight waist and sword slowly sank into the sea on a starlit night.

From foot to knee, abdomen sinking, passing the lips and nose, submerging eyebrows and eyes, finally, even those black hair strands adorned with jade crowns on top, disappeared beneath the water.

Li Longchuan was just like that, sinking into the sea.

Xu Xiangqian's mouth gaped open!

Wanting to cry, wanting to shout, there are too many emotions.

he choked back a howl.

Even iron teeth and copper jaws lose their voice.

This is the habitat of anglerfish, where Li Longchuan died, and where Jiang Wang was truly swallowed by the Heavenly Sea.

King Kun of Jing Guo, along with the five elite squads of Dou Er he commanded, plus the auspicious Saint Turtle of You Guo... are all trapped here as well.

Over tens of thousands of years of fighting, the East China Sea has seen countless battlefields. The sea area around Jueming Island, in particular, was known as the "East China Sea Cemetery." It was amidst these piles of corpses that Qi Ren established this military base.

But tonight, there's probably no place more desolate than this!

Li Fengyao, Xu Xiangqian, Zhao Wuyan, Yan Fu, and Wen Tinglan stood either on the ice or suspended in mid-air, all gazing out at the vast ocean. Their eyes followed the horizon until they reached the very limits of their vision, but the silent figure remained just beyond their grasp, swallowed by the depths of the sea.

"All of you, back off."

Cao Jie said, "The next one will no longer remember who anyone is. And if anything happens... I can't guarantee I'll be able to protect you."

“Let’s go!” Cao Jie raised his hand and brushed away several people who were reluctant to leave. He brushed them all the way to the Hai Jiao Stele, then onto the Tianya Pavilion.

He, however, slowly donned his helmet and armor, standing silently in place.

And those offshore islands, which had gradually lost their purple aura as the celestial beings retreated, now saw it rise again, thread by thread... weaving a banner of purple across the heavens.

After that, Tian Ren Jiang Wang only acted according to the natural order of things.

The way of heaven is eternal, and all things have their fixed course. If the sun rises and the moon sets, it's nothing to worry about. One should embrace what needs to be embraced and respect what deserves respect. Every time the nation holds a grand ceremony, it's not only an ancestor worship but also a reverence for heaven.

But if this celestial order operates, it will hinder the State of Qi. Especially during this period when the heavenly mechanisms are confused and the sun and moon are waning, one must be vigilant and prepared.

Alas... I can only remove this earthly being.

Though my heart may be filled with a thousand feelings, complex and varied, Duke Huan of Qi's thoughts and concerns will always remain centered on the state of Qi.

Jiang Wang is in the sea.

Man is in the East China Sea, God is in the subconscious sea.

Everything is sinking.

So still he was, immersed in the water. He had let go of his ever-present state of readiness for battle. His posture, always so upright, now curled slightly inward, his hands loosely clenched, almost like a child's. It was hard to imagine him drawing his sword, hard to imagine his reckless abandon when facing danger.

The seawater stirred his long eyelashes, and he never blinked. His eyes were as blue as the sea.

He watched himself plummet, helplessly watching himself sink.

Even if he was destined to drown in the end, eternally falling into the heavenly path, he still wanted to see clearly how he got to that point, to see clearly where he had fallen short... He would never die with his eyes closed.

Since the day he set out to pursue transcendence, whenever his energy allowed, he practiced diligently for twelve hours straight every day, for ten years without a break. He wanted to open his eyes and see clearly if there was truly a dead end in this world.

Glug glug.

Gurgling.

A string of bubbles, born in the sea, rose like a pearl necklace.

It might be the breath of this mortal body, perhaps the fading of dreams one by one.

There are no dreams of heaven and man.

"Ahem! Focus! What's your name"

In the enclosed cell, Jiang Wang, stripped of his crown and sword, sat alone with his hair disheveled.

Outside the cell, there were three large chairs.

Three imposing figures sat upon the chairs.

The one asking the question was the one sitting in the middle. He was a wrinkled old monk with a yellow face, his features weren't clear, but they were filled with misery.

"Jiang Wang." Jiang Wang said impassively.

“Gender” A ferocious demon ape sat there, fidgeting and shifting as if the chair had nails.

Jiang Wang remained silent.

On the right sat a noble and graceful celestial dragon, radiating an aura of otherworldly beauty and commanding presence.

"Come now, why do you want to be a celestial being" he asked.

“I have no desire to become a celestial being.”

The yellow-faced old monk reminded him, "You can talk about your struggles. For example, what efforts have you made to become a celestial being"

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“…I was taken.”

Why not catch someone else, but only you

Jiang Wang completely gave up on speaking, and directly fell backward, landing in the haystack.

Continuing to descend into the water, plunging deeper into the depths of the ocean.

Before the abyss of Heavenly Dao's depths.

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I once thought about branding myself, a mark as lasting as possible.

For example, upholding justice by subduing the strong and assisting the weak, slaying demons and vanquishing evil spirits, maintaining the order of the world... until this brand is worn away by time and completely swallowed by Heaven's Path. I too have fought until the very last moment.

Later on, I felt that I couldn't do much. A Jian Wang, why should I have so many burdens One person with a sword, where could I possibly manage world affairs Fate has not treated me kindly, why should I treat fate kindly

Please protect my little sister forever!

Let Jiang An'an grow up safely and sound.

But I still want to protect Ye Qingyu, protect Chong Xuan Sheng, protect Xiao Wu, Tiger Brother, protect Guang Shu, protect Jing Li, protect my disciples...

The shopkeeper Bai, Xiang-Qiong brother, Dog Big Landlord...

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I want to protect Longchuan.

I find I have too much attachment. To this world, I have almost a greedy longing.

But the world is not as imagined.

I find that I have many things I want to do.

They are all there, to be continued.

Heaven has existed since the beginning of time, and nothing has become better.

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I don't want to leave all that to fate.

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What I want, I will take control of it myself.

In that closed prison cell, Jiang Wang, with disheveled hair and empty hands, lay down.

There was no breath left in him, like a corpse.

And a stoic, plain-clothed Jiang Wang stood up from his body.

This person possessed no trace of aura fluctuation, yet naturally exuded an overwhelming majesty that surpassed all others.

It was still the same face, with no change in its features. There was only a golden circular mark on her brow, which at first glance resembled the sun and upon closer inspection became like the moon.

The golden sun and silver moon constantly change, seeming real yet unreal, true yet illusory, swallowing all brilliance.

The sun, the moon, and celestial seals.

Look upon the heavens, and gaze upon the people!

He simply stood there, as if he were the master of this place. His gaze swept over the three Dharma figures outside the door, like he was looking at ants. He was aloof and superior, without any emotion.

So-called grandeur, nobility, ethereal charm, and myriad forms of beings are nothing but fleeting clouds, dust particles, and emptiness.

When He raised His hand, it was as if He held everything in control.

His hand pressed against the door of this tiny cell.

This is the heart chamber of someone surnamed Jiang, named Wang.

When He opens the door and steps out, He possesses everything.

Three great figures, embodying the will of Heaven and man. In this troubled world, they strive to bring justice and salvation!

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There was no pushing.

A glimmer of question danced in His cold, unfeeling eyes.

Tian Ren Jiang Wang didn't have any emotions. He was simply purely puzzled by this matter, with a slight lack of understanding.

But I quickly figured it out.

He looked again at the three outside the door, and raising his eyes, said, "Open the door."

This is not a request.

This is the command of Heaven.

This is the decree given by the master of this body.

The three statues outside the door, looking at each other, seemed to be struggling and hesitating.

“I’ll open it!” roared the demon ape, striding forward and opening his hairy hands. With a grip like iron, he grabbed the five fingers of Jiang Wang, who was pushing the door open, and held them fast to the railing!

“You goddamn piece of **! I'll rip your eyes out!”

Tianren Jiang Wang looked expressionless. With a flick of his hand, the demon ape's hairy arm reversed in his grasp.

He grasped it, and with a yank, tore the arm straight from the demon ape's body — blood splattered, flesh twitched, and the demon ape roared in pain!

He tossed his arm onto the ground casually, with a resounding "thud"!

"Open the door." He repeated, emotionless, pushing it open without feeling.

The sun and moon insignia on His brow instantly transformed into golden sunlight.

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Even the demon ape dharma form, which was roaring in pain, showed a struggling expression, as if it were unable to control itself.

The celestial dragon's and the beings' forms almost moved forward at the same time, yet suddenly stopped.

For in this very moment, the prison of his heart suddenly radiated light from its walls.

It has four colors: green, black, red, and purple, which are also mixed together.

Tian Ren Jiang Wang's hand was firmly pushed away by that brilliant light.

He turned his head, looking at his own palm which should have been in control of everything. He couldn't understand for a moment and froze there.

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...Yet, in the ghost-faced fish waters outside, Cao Jie, clad in armor and helmet, stood still in midair. Suddenly, a look of surprise appeared on his face as he raised his head to gaze at the sky. The night was long and peaceful, with stars glittering above the vast sea....

The whole near sea can be seen tonight.

Who tonight can sleep

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But behold, four brilliant stars bloomed with unparalleled brilliance, shining across the night sky and obscuring all starlight and moonlight.

That were four star-lit palaces that touched the sky, suppressing the universe and expounding on the heavens.

Once again, starlight crisscrossed the heavens, celestial paths converging to form the Big Dipper, hanging high above the East China Sea. It served as a beacon for weary travelers.

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A horrifying celestial pillar of starlight fell from the ancient cosmos, piercing through the depths of the ocean in an instant, encasing the entire ghostface fish realm!

In the past, Jiang Wang confined himself to a four-story tower, saying:—

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