by Fang Xiang
They only wanted to return home, they only wanted to reunite with their family.
Fear spread like a plague!
This ocean of people that suffocated people's hope had collapsed like an avalanche of snow.
Inside the tent, the wooden crowd of battle generals slowly recovered their spirits.
Xue Dong's face was still pale but his gaze was so sharp it could stab through a person. "We have failed, Kun Lun has failed, we have no chance of victory. Let those that want to surrender surrender."
He stood, and adjusted his shen equipment. His expression was dignified and solemn.
"If surrender becomes the image of Kun Lun's final moments, it will be a great humiliation."
"Oh Kun Lun! Even if you disappear, you need to be more brave to live up to your name."
Mu Xuan stood up. Everyone else silently stood up.
They walked out of the tent. Outside the tent, there were only a few that were still standing outside.
Seeing Xue Dong and the others walk out, these xiuzhe started to organize into their ranks. There was no sound. From beginning to end, it was complete silence.
They stood in neat rows like rows of standing spears.
An enormous troop was moving towards them from the horizon.
The sword energies of the two continued to collide in the air!
The ripples of shen power caused the sky and earth to crack wherever they passed.
They were splitting the earth. Cracks appeared in the sky, and there were countless cracks in the ground. Earth fire sprouted up and rampaged.
The two sides did not hold back.
The two were covered in wounds but they did not seem to feel pain.
They had fought for ten days and nights without a moment of rest.
Suddenly, the two stopped.
The two of them looked into the distance.
People were coming!
Both sides knew whichever side was being reinforced had won. Only the victors would have the spare time to come.
When Lin Qian saw Zuo Mo at the lead, his face turned ashen, and his presence immediately disappeared.
They failed!
Kun Lun had failed!
He forced himself to steady his wavering body. After fighting at full power for ten days and nights, he and Wei Sheng were at the end of their rope.
Both were just being supported by a breath.
There were many people behind Zuo Mo. A Gui, Zong Ru, Ceng Lian'er, Luo Li Wo Li, Lan, the old man. Each of them were pseudo god-level.
Zuo Mo had brought along all of Mo Cloud Sea's pseudo god-level.
Lin Qian had a powerless grimace.
This meant the battle outside had finished, completely finished. Only then would Zuo Mo dare to bring all the experts.
Kun Lun … … in his hands … …
Lin Qian lowered his head to look dazedly at the Immemorial Shen Sword … …
Plink!
A teardrop landed on the sword and turned into smaller droplets that flew up.
"Master, sorry … …"
The tears dropped onto the sword and fell along the sword.
"Master, sorry … … sorry … …"
He cried like a child.
Sky Moon Jie
Wu Kong Mountain.
The Wu Kong Mountain was covered overrun by weeds and overgrowth covered the ruins.
Zuo Mo and Wei Sheng looked at the weeds that had grown taller than they were. Without a word, they began to cleaning.
Soon, they had cleaned up all of Wu Kong Mountain.
The mountain was still here, but the people were gone.
"Shidi!" Wei Sheng suddenly spoke.
"Hm?" Zuo Mo turned his face.
"I plan to build a house and live here." Wei Sheng had a reminiscing expression. "Let's call it Sword House!"
"Alright!" Zuo Mo nodded. "Don't forget to come my wedding to A Gui."
"Haha! I want good wine!" Wei Sheng laughed.
The two exchanged a smile.
The end.
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Translator Ramblings: And it's over! Fang Xiang seems to always build up and then it never pays off. It's more like a balloon slowly deflating than one that shoots out air and flies around.
I sort of stopped commenting to your comments over the past year as my life became busy. I've usually ended up reading all the comments in one go right before scheduling posts. I appreciate all the comments and it always brings a smile to my face when I see a familiar username pop up everyday.
And in reference to WanderingGummi's note below, I really think the epilogue started when Zuo Mo came back alive in the Nether Realm. The climax was the battle with Chief Elder, the rest was just the denouement.
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Editor's note:
So I imagine people will think this ending was rushed and lacked excitement, but honestly the outcome was more or less set in stone after Zuo Mo became Nether King and conquered the Mo Marshall Alliance. So to me at least, everything after that battle has been a 20 chapter epilogue.
An amazing effort by Wyhcwe: two and a half years, one a day every day and never missed a day. I can't make the same claim as I joined the team around chapter 70 (?). I also missed 1 chapter because of a silly counting mistake, I fixed it a few hours later but not sure that counts anymore. The experience has been amazing. The community has grown a lot over this time and there have been some big events, but our readers have been great the entire time. I can't recall any negative interactions with readers. So, thank you for that.
I'm going to cheat today. You get two, because I have mixed feelings. Happy the project is finished and sad it is over.
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Credits
Translator: Dreams of Jianghu
Epub: Estevam / dotNOVEL
