only a closing paragraph tag "". I've left it as is, as there's nothing to translate within those tags. Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!As for all that was happening ri...Death happens in an instant.

At some point in life, I suddenly saw the finish line. Life, which I thought was still long, suddenly intertwined with its ending.

Thus, it dawned on me that everything was beyond saving.

Born into prominence, a flawless life. In his youth, he studied the Tao and mastered three lineages simultaneously. At a hundred years old, he attained enlightenment and collected all the teachings. He emerged from the rear of the Ten Thousand Demons Gate, surpassing the city walls. His immortal traces were spread across forty-nine prefectures. As the central figure in the great spectacle, belonging to the Ji surname imperial dynasty, he devoted his entire life...

Such a noble and proud figure of the present day.

All that has passed is but a wisp of smoke!

Then who... killed me

...My such existence...

"I am Ji Yan Yue...."

At the moment when her body withered and slumped backward, Ji Yan Yue opened her eyes wide and let out a furious roar: "I am Ji Yan Yue, of the Great Jing royal family! I shall not die at the hands of a lowly wretch!"

She is of the Da Jing Imperial Family, she possesses the courage to die with her enemy.

Qin Guangwang is doomed. Hell's Yanluo, who has no gate, can't escape anyone.

She never knew from beginning to end who the King of Biancheng, who had disrupted the battle, was. She failed to perceive, failed to grasp, which meant that the subsequent pursuit by the Mirror World Stage or the Central Heavenly Prison might also be in vain.

Is there really anyone in the world who could commit evil deeds and raise vicious birds like hawks and falcons without being known by the Mirror World Stage Even if the Mirror World Stage hadn't discovered it, wouldn't the Sanxing Palace, the holy land of legalism, be for nothing

The only possibility is that this person was raised by a celestial falcon, but they have donned a mask to appear in the mortal world.

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Then who, exactly, is hiding so deeply

And throughout the entire battle, he observed from the sidelines, interfering in such a subtle way that it was almost as if he hadn't intervened at all. Even after his death, there was no trace to be found.

The Great Jing royal family, how could they die without knowing who killed them!

Those buried with the deceased, mustn't be missing a single one!

Ji Yan Yue's Dao body was falling, but her unwillingness soared - her eyes at this moment spun three colors, blue, red, and white, gazing upon the crimson moon above.

The Way of the Mystic Arts, the True Eyes of Fate!

Heaven's will cannot be defied, and life is but a fleeting encounter.

Her eyes pierced through the layers of obstruction, and even through the mask of Yama, in an inescapable manner, she saw the face beneath the mask at this very moment.

The high officials of the Jingguo Kingdom find it hard to forget, and almost every powerful person in the world knows this face!

Look at Jiang Wang!

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The Yellow River's leader, the first true one in history, a member of Taixu Pavilion....

The most dazzling name in the world today!

She felt incredible, but also as if it were perfectly natural.

Jing Shi Tai, Tong Mo, Zhuang Gao Xian, Ku Jue, Qi Guo, Yan Xiao, Tai Xu Ge...

Thoughts arose, mingling together in one place, and then exploded into a complex and indescribable, yet boundless emotion.

Destiny always reverberates.

"Jiang Wang, it's actually you!" At the last moment of his life, Ji Yan Yue contorted his face with a ferocious expression and cried out in a strained voice with his last bit of strength: "Back then, they should have killed you and Ku Jue together!"

Boom boom boom!

Although there was no real thunder, a storm raged within the heart of King Biancheng.

He instantly descended from the blood moon, landing before Ji Yan Yue: "What did you say!"

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Qin Guang Wang's green eyes instantly lost their frenzy. He stretched out an arm, blocking him behind him: "This has nothing to do with you, you're just a spectator! Don't leave any trace, she's provoking you!"

But Ji Yan Yue... is already dead.

She is dead.

only wisps of magical power, like smoke, rose from her corpse. They carried out the will Qin Guang Wang had planted long ago, capturing Ji Yan Yue's regrets and staining themselves with everything about the Plan to Secure the Sea—

But now King Bian of Bian City doesn't care anymore.

He stood silently behind the King Qin Guang, his face hidden beneath the mask of Yama. Only his eyes, impossible to describe, stared fixedly at the corpse of Ji Yan Yue.

What… did you say

His eyes were asking a question.

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But who could answer him

In the past, there have been too many questions.

Where did the bitterness go Why hasn't it appeared again

Why did Jingli suddenly leave the Dragon Palace And how did he suddenly go into seclusion, staying there until today Is this central Saha world so hard to leave With Ruyi Buddha's character and talent, what problems could have troubled him for so long Why is it that every time I go to Hanging Void Temple, I can't see anyone.

He used to be around all the time, but now I can't even see him...

Over these past four years, every little thing that seemed off now seems to have an answer.

This answer was like a spear, piercing straight to the heart, even after many years.

“She deliberately said that to provoke you.” Qin Guangwang repeated, “After today, there will be no King Biancheng in this world. Don’t act rashly.”

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He believed Ji Yan Yue's words because, at such a moment, lies were meaningless. Ji Yan Yue wouldn't waste the last moments on lies.

With the King of Kar's personality, he will definitely investigate the truth and avenge the suffering.

At that time, the "they" Ji Yan Yue spoke of could avenge her.

Ji Yan Yue's final true blade has been unsheathed! It is forged with cold language as its body and the brutal truth as its edge.

How will King Biancheng receive it

This is a blade without a match, an unsolvable predicament.

Given King Qin Guang's intellect and capabilities, he couldn't immediately come up with anything else to say.

As for himself, he is now in danger, walking on the edge of a cliff, his head held high. With one slip of his foot, he would fall into the abyss.

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King Biancheng had already made up his mind, his voice emotionless: “I won’t be rash—you go and save yourself.”

One step out of the Netherworld, one step into the vast emptiness, already vanished without a trace.

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"Wait!" Qin Guang Wang stretched out his hand, but grabbed at empty air.

Thread-like curse power, like a snake seeking grass, crawled over and coiled around Qin Guangwang's palm. Everything Ji Yan Yue knew about the Jinghai Plan was contained within it.

But he didn't seize the opportunity right away.

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Emerging from the Lower City, each step he took was on a knife's edge. He had never regretted his choices. He had only one life to gamble with.

But today, he suddenly felt a little regretful, regretting letting King Biancheng come to support him.

Although the bitter taste of death was a certainty, King Biancheng would eventually settle this score. Whether it happened this time or later wouldn't change that. But on this day, it should be delayed as long as possible. Time was King Biancheng's friend.

The secrecy of Jing Guo and Hanging Sky Temple regarding this truth must have its reasons.

To prick the bubble too early, is it a blessing or a curse

Tai Xu Mountain, Wan Hua Palace.

With a green robe and sword hanging at his side, Jiang Wang stood before the palace gate.

"Mr. Jiang—"

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The female guard at the front of the hall hadn't even finished speaking before Jiang Wang had already spoken, "Huang Sheli!"

"Here I am!!" Huang Sheli stepped out of the hall with a smile on her face. "Hey! Jiang Geju! It's not time for the Tai Xu Conference to start yet, why are you free today—"

Jiang Wang looked at her: "Aren't you hiding something from me"

“There are many things I've kept from you,” Huang Sheli stopped talking and tilted her head to look at him, “You seem a bit down

“It's about Master Ku Jue,” Jiang Wang said. “You discovered it a long time ago, didn't you That day you asked me so many strange questions.”

“Come in, come in.” Huang Sheli reached out to embrace him: “Come in for a drink. There’s no knot that can’t be untied, let’s get drunk today!”

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Jiang Wang stood still, and Huang Sheli's hand finally didn't reach out.

"I want to know the truth," Jiang Wang said.

Huang Sheli sighed and finally said, "Time."

"All the letters that Ku Jue Zhen Ren wrote to you were written during the same time period...."

She added, “And all of that was three years ago—now it should be four years ago.”

A few members of the Huang Ge were somewhat melancholy: “But what exactly happened, I really don’t know. Perhaps there is some misunderstanding in this—”

"Thank you," Jiang Wang said calmly, then turned and disappeared. Only a faint azure cloud mark remained in his place, slowly fading away as if bidding farewell.

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“Hey—” Huang Sheli’s hand hovered in mid-air. She wanted to use the Reverse Travel spell to keep this Jiang Ge member here, but she knew no matter how many times she repeated it, this figure wouldn’t change.

At last, he just shook his head, with hands behind his back, walked into the Wanhuagong Palace with a melancholic air.

Today there is wine— alas! \

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Only those who are truly sincere and devout can find the treasure mountain among mountains — of course, this is almost just a legend.

Mount Sumeru is hidden within a mustard seed, casually concealing its true form. Yet, Jiang understands instinctively how to knock on its door.

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In fact, he had just arrived with such speed. The high-spirited Five Senses Master, though his eyebrows were broken and his eyes sharp, had already appeared within a brilliant glow of warmth.

"Is the master waiting for me" Jiang Wang asked.

“The members of the Tai Xu Pavilion are recognized by all directions and have the power to fly across the heavens. Dou Zhao is arrogant and unrestrained, Chong Xuan blindly follows without hesitation, and Huang Sheli is free and unrestrained... They often act this way. But after you entered the pavilion, you became more and more steady. Every time you passed through a place, you would inform—” Zhaoguo said: “From the gate of Mount Tai Xu to Mount Sumeru, you flew without stopping all the way, almost penetrating half of the world. This is your first time doing so.”

He had clearly always been paying attention to Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wangdao: "I'm here this time to ask you something."

"Since Zhiwen returned to Mount Zhong after receiving the Dharma, you haven't visited Mount Sumeru again. Mount Sumeru will always welcome you..." The Enlightened Monk said, flipping his palm over —

The clouds parted, revealing the Buddha's platform.

The giant Buddha statue, with a smiling face, welcomes you.

Two people traveled together on a cloud, traversing the realm of Zen. They realized, "The abbot is waiting for you in the quiet room."

"Did the Abbot calculate that I would come" Jiang Wang asked.

Zhaoguo was silent for a moment, and finally just sighed.

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After sighing to his limit, Xiangyun had dispersed. Jiang appeared in a meditation hall.

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Corresponding to the status of Mount Sumeru as a sacred place for Buddhist disciples, this Abbot's meditation room also has a vast and boundless feeling.

But compared to the plump and large figure of Mount Sumeru's main pillar, which supports the splendid cassock, this Zen room seems ordinary again.

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A mustard seed, a speck of dust, all exist within a single thought.

The mountain master, Yongde, sat on a meditation cushion. He faced the gate, facing all beings. He, who had always smiled with a radiant and boundless joy, did not smile today.

This is the answer itself.

But Jiang Wang still spoke up: “Jiang Wang has seen the Mountain Master... I’m here to ask about Ku Jue Zhen Ren.”

Yong De spoke softly: "You are a respected guest of Mount Sumeru. No matter when you ask, or about what, this old monk will do his best to answer. However, this matter concerns another sect, and things that Xuankong Temple has not spoken of, this old monk is not convenient to reveal."

He answered everything.

“Is there... still any hope left” Jiang Wang lowered her eyes, her voice barely a whisper.

Yǒngdé fell silent for a long time, finally clasping his hands together: “This is a settled fact, not an untied cause and effect.”

Jiang Wangyi clasped his hands together and bowed deeply in Buddhist greeting. “Thank you, Abbot.”

And then he turned and left the meditation hall.

Yongde sat quietly in the meditation hall, just like that giant Buddha, far away.

Master Zhiwu accompanied Jiang Wang as he stepped out of the Xumi Mountain gate. After a moment's thought, he still said, "Monks shouldn't be too entangled in cause and effect, Master Fangzheng also knows that persuading you is futile, so I won't say much... I won't say any insincere words to you, but I think you should consider it carefully. How many people support you as a member of the Tai Xu Pavilion Now, how many people in the world chant your name You are walking on the right path now, and your future is limitless."

Jiang Wang bowed deeply to him: "Master, please stop. This is a matter outside the mountain now—I will always remember your concern for me."

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In a flash, the cloud reached the horizon.

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Enlightenment Master Zhi stood amidst the mountains, still saying, "Perhaps some things should be buried deep in time. After a few years, many things you look back on might be completely different from how you felt at the time. What is right and what is wrong, perhaps it was unclear then."

On the horizon, there was only a peaceful response: "With one body, standing here amidst ten thousand burdens, heavens beyond heavens, bodies beyond bodies."

This is precisely the Buddhist verse that was left behind at the time.

Jiang Wang expressed his feelings this way.

After a moment of contemplation, he simply clasped his hands together and said: "Namo...Amitabha Buddha!"

On March 17th, the year three thousand nine hundred and twenty-seven, it was a fine and clear day.

The people living near the Hanging Temple witnessed a green rainbow spanning the sky.

Before the beautiful rainbow had dissipated, a figure descended from the sky and landed before the mountain.

Then a loud voice boomed: "Jiang Wang—come to pay respects at the mountain gate!"

The black robes of the abbot flickered, and the cold-faced Head Abbot of Guanshiyin Temple had already appeared before him.

His countenance was usually grave, and today he frowned: “Why does the benefactor make a disturbance in this empty temple”

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“Is this temple empty” Jiang Wang strode forward, “It is indeed very empty. There should be someone standing here... I wish to meet the abbot. Please lead the way.”

"Ku-ti said, 'Sir, if you have anything to say, please speak plainly. If it is urgent, the old monk can relay a message on your behalf.'"

Jiang Wang then spoke bluntly: "The matter of the bitter-tasting holy monk!"

"Another bitter taste! He is not a holy monk! He has gone on a pilgrimage." Ku-ti said: "Haven't you seen the letter—"

Jiang Wang suddenly turned his head, staring straight at him. In those usually placid eyes, there was now an emotion churning like a boiling sea.

This young man, almost word by word, asked: "Monks do not tell lies, right The highly respected Abbot of the Guan-shi Temple!"

Ku Di's face was almost expressionless, but he stood firmly in front of Jiang Wang: "Master Jiang, I have already shown you great respect. The sacred land of Buddhism is not open to visitors without an invitation."

"Ah..." Jiang Wang shook his head and gently placed his hand on the hilt of his sword: "Out of respect for the venerable Monk Kitigarbha, I have always held your temple, and you personally, in high regard. You mean to say that if I wish to ascend the mountain, I must pass several tests, is that correct"

He was initially very calm, but slowly became agitated: "I'll start with you then! The Bitter-Tasting Saint Monk is your senior brother. I have never heard you show him any respect here!"

With a flick of his left hand, he brushed aside the throng of monks and strode out from under the mountain gate: “Allow me to test your impartiality and boundless Buddhist teachings.”

He randomly pointed at a monk and said, "Go call the head abbot of your Dragon Subduing Temple here. I'll pass his test next. I heard him insult Master Ku Yue! Today, let me ask you, with this sword in my hand—I want to know what evil deeds Master Ku Yue committed in his lifetime that made him so disrespected by you all!"

He did not let his emotions run wild, his voice rising and falling: "Are there any fellow practitioners who have suffered as I have Are there any high monks who wish to stop me Come, all those who disapprove of my path, come! Come before me, Jiang. Ku Jue swallows his tears in his heart and wears a smile without asking anything. I, who received his kindness and was saved by him, am able to stand tall and straight here today…Today, for the sake of Sanbao Mountain's Jing Shen... I ask on his behalf."at two individuals exuding an air of ethereal beauty.The man was dressed in white, his posture casual. His long hair wasn't styled very neatly, with a black wood hairpin inserted at an angle. But desp...