Chapter 133: The Great Battle of Yesteryear

Using the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity solely to teach her swordsmanship? She felt the favor was too great and didn’t want to be indebted.

Xuanyuan Tunhan glanced at her and said, “Did your brain get injured when you were a child? Otherwise, how could you have so many strange ideas?”

Ning Xianyu’s face flushed with anger, feeling mocked and looked down upon.

If it’s not true, then it’s not—what’s the point in laughing at her? When her exam scores were bad, her mother always said her brain got squished by the door.

Xuanyuan Tunhan held her hand tightly to keep her from running off and told her to just watch.

They followed Jade Fairy and Spirit Spring Immortal for a while, witnessing the environment rapidly changing around them.

Jade Fairy and Spirit Spring Immortal were discussing the matter of forming a dual cultivation bond—a twin birth covenant.

In the cultivation world, this was a vow of life and death, honor and disgrace shared. But unlike human world promises, this was absolute; once the covenant was made, it could never be broken, or there would be a backlash.

Cultivators who lived tens of thousands of years and reached such levels had long since grown detached from many things and naturally didn’t want to intertwine their fate with others.

Therefore, those who established such twin birth covenants were extremely rare.

Both Spirit Spring and Jade Fairy were highly accomplished, and their willingness to form the covenant at this time spoke volumes about the depth of their relationship.

Seeing them so vividly before their eyes, so lively in conversation, and then thinking of what was to come, one couldn’t help but sigh.

However, they ultimately failed to form the covenant because the Ancient Tree launched an attack on the immortals, demons, and monsters, sparking a fierce battle.

This war between the old and the new forces was brutal, lasting days and nights, blotting out the sky, and many cultivators, ancient trees, demons, and monsters perished.

Both sides fought with blind fury.

During this time, Jade Fairy’s Qian Kun Sword and Spirit Spring Immortal’s sealing techniques shone brightly among cultivators, and they were recognized as mighty practitioners who turned the tide.

Their reputations soared, gradually becoming the leaders of the immortals, demons, and monsters, leading the new forces against the old powers like the ancient tree in a life-and-death struggle.

The battle dragged on too long, with both sides locked in relentless combat and no end in sight.

Jade Fairy and Spirit Spring both felt this was untenable; if it continued, both sides would be annihilated.

Both began to consider peace talks, and Spirit Spring went as a representative to negotiate with the Ancient Tree.

But when he arrived, he was followed by cultivators opposing peace.

Those opposing peace attacked the Ancient Tree during the negotiation, escalating the conflict further.

Ning Xianyu watched all these scenes with Xuanyuan Tunhan and felt only regret.

Such wars are hard to cease because they have dragged on so long that both sides have paid a bloody price.

Those who lost family and friends in the war could never coexist peacefully with the other side.

Hatred begets hatred; there is no resolution.

The fighting intensified even more.

At this moment, the Ancient Tree suddenly formed a barrier, striving to trap the humans within a confined space.

Here, the scene suddenly slowed, and Xuanyuan Tunhan pulled her into the Ancient Tree’s domain, watching their every move carefully.

Ning Xianyu found it strange—could the key information the great demon sought be here?

She looked on but saw nothing obvious.

Soon, however, she realized something.

“Why can they command the earth to move?”

She had never seen anyone drive the land as if it were alive.

Even trees couldn’t do that, right?

Xuanyuan Tunhan said, “That is Xirang, the legendary divine soil that can grow on its own.”

Ning Xianyu had heard of Xirang—the legend said that Dayu’s father stole Xirang from heaven to control the floods.

But how could Xirang be here?

Was this a case of mythologies borrowing from one another?

Xuanyuan Tunhan looked on and saw that the Ancient Tree used Xirang to construct the space, which trapped the immortals, demons, and monsters inside.

Once Xirang took shape, the constructed space was incredibly solid—ordinary cultivators could not break through.

The cultivators pinned their hopes on Jade Fairy.

But since the peace talks failed and Spirit Spring was ambushed and blamed by the cultivators, she became disheartened and refused to help everyone escape.

Moreover, she was already pregnant, and using the Qian Kun Sword at this time was tantamount to courting death, so she hid and rejected the matter.

Ning Xianyu thought Jade Fairy’s choice was reasonable; she had fought selflessly for so long but was betrayed by a sneak attack—that would dishearten anyone.

Jade Fairy and Spirit Spring hid away for a few days of peace, and Spirit Spring looked forward to the child’s birth.

They enjoyed a brief, tranquil, and sweet time.

Ning Xianyu looked at this scene with a sense of mockery.

Jade Fairy still didn’t know what Spirit Spring was scheming, did she?

Looking at Spirit Spring speak those solemn words of undying loyalty again, Ning Xianyu couldn’t help but spit, “What a scumbag.”

Saying sweet things now, but in the end, he just screwed over his wife and child.

If you can’t protect your wife and child, what kind of hero are you?

She felt like she was watching a TV drama and couldn’t help but immerse herself emotionally, itching to write a scathing essay of five thousand words condemning Spirit Spring.

Xuanyuan Tunhan found her genuine emotion odd.

This woman was truly strange.

Soon, the scene unfolded to one Ning Xianyu didn’t want to witness: Spirit Spring drugged Jade Fairy, causing her to give birth prematurely.

The Ancient Tree then began compressing the space.

To give her child a chance at life, Jade Fairy had no choice but to risk everything and wield the Qian Kun Sword.

Ning Xianyu saw her standing tragically in the void, looking longingly at the child protected by the barrier, not even casting a final glance toward Spirit Spring, the great scoundrel.

She mobilized all her spiritual power into the Qian Kun Sword.

When the sword fell, the heavens and earth shook.

The space opened, and the cultivators surged out, led by Spirit Spring, who turned the tables and trapped the Ancient Tree within the space.

Jade Fairy fell from the sky, lifeless, but no one had time to mourn her—all were busy counterattacking.

Ning Xianyu didn’t even see Jade Fairy’s final moments as Xuanyuan Tunhan pulled her away.

“What exactly are we supposed to be watching?”

She thought they had come to see the Qian Kun Sword or Jade Fairy and Spirit Spring, but Xuanyuan Tunhan was looking for something else.

He led her in pursuit and, after searching, finally found a piece of Xirang that had escaped when the space broke open.

This piece of earth fled clumsily, wounded from the sword strike, but desperately joyous as it regained its freedom.

They chased after it, only to see it enter a human burial ground.

What a strange preference.