Chapter 320

Chapter 320: Immortals Fall to the Mortal Realm

On the day Yaoruoxian was born, the sky above the Demon Sword Forbidden Area shimmered with Immortal Light.

Some terrifying Saints within the forbidden lands witnessed a vision, an immortal engaged in a fierce battle. The figure resembled an incredibly enchanting woman, a goddess of war who slaughtered countless immortals and stood alone at the peak of supremacy.

When Yaoruoxian was born, she was bathed in Immortal Light, as if cleansed by the heavens from the moment of her first breath.

Her mother passed away immediately after childbirth. She had been a Saint, and merely giving birth to Yaoruoxian had cost her everything. Some Saints whispered that it was because she had given birth to a true immortal, exhausting a thousand years of cultivation in an instant.

Yaoruoxian was raised in that extraordinary environment.

The first word she ever encountered was “immortal.”

Her life’s goal had always been immortality.

To that end, she poured her heart and soul into cultivation far more than anyone else. At the age of three, she began reading ancient texts and training in the martial arts of the Demon Sword Forbidden Area. By the age of ten, she had already abandoned those conventional paths and created her own, a fusion of countless profound truths. From that moment on, she seemed even closer to being truly immortal.

Afterward, it felt as though heaven itself favored her.

Whatever she attempted, she succeeded in. Even when surrounded by danger, the calamities seemed to veer away from her. It was as if she were the protagonist of that era, destiny shaped to serve her.

What kind of mindset could such a person develop?

By the time she reached the fourth level of the Touching Heaven Realm and fully comprehended her path, refining it into Saints’ laws. She had already begun to transcend.

She radiated brilliance that pierced the clouds, illuminating the entire Demon Sword Forbidden Area.

In that instant, the heavens responded, enveloping her in a cascade of multicolored clouds.

With that divine blessing, she integrated the Saints’ laws into her being, shaking the Southern Region and sending shockwaves across the vast world.

Everyone proclaimed that she would surely Become an Immortal.

She believed it too, it was only a matter of time.

Even after stepping out of the Demon Sword Forbidden Area and into the outside world, she was met with reverence, awe, envy, and jealousy.

But not once, had she heard a single word of mockery.

From as far back as she could remember, no one had dared to look down on her.

Every word spoken about her was praise.

Every prophecy proclaimed her limitless potential.

Every comment praised her beauty and her unparalleled destiny.

Even as a child, she had a charm that eclipsed all others.

She was a rising star that dimmed the radiance of every beauty in the Southern Region.

At a young age, she was already being compared to Bing Yuyan, a paragon of beauty.

She truly did not understand what failure was.

She had never experienced ridicule.

She had never known what it felt like to be underestimated, or to be a struggling underdog.

She knew only one thing: that she was on the path to Becoming an Immortal—and that she was destined to be exalted above all.

However, it was in that moment, because of Zhang Yang that she acted and stepped into the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins. Facing the lower-level Zhang Yang, she had surprisingly lost. She was thoroughly defeated, and even her Saints’ laws were shattered.

At that moment, her entire worldview nearly collapsed.

Her proud and narcissistic heart was driven to the brink of madness.

Yet she was truly extraordinary; not only did she recover quickly, but she also regarded Zhang Yang as her tribulation and proudly embarked on an even more domineering path.

And so began her nightmarish ordeal.

Up until now, this very moment, Zhang Yang’s words struck with ruthless cruelty, shattering the heart of the once-untouchable Yaoruoxian, who had only ever known sunshine and beauty, invincibility and strength.

She broke down, unable to hold on to even the most proud part of herself.

Her dreams, her confidence, everything she was, had been stripped away by Zhang Yang.

Once she collapsed, madness would follow.

But she was not some ordinary, fragile woman.

She was Yaoruoxian.

She was the only one who had ever gained the upper hand against Zhang Yang, even the Seventh Prince had never achieved that.

With frenzied eyes filled with killing intent, she shouted, “I will kill you!”

Zhang Yang replied indifferently, “You’re not my opponent. Even with your Holy Body and Saints’ laws, if we were at the same level, I could still defeat you with ease.”

His words provoked her further, sending her into a frenzy. How dare he claim he could defeat her so easily?

She was meant to Become an Immortal.

She was destined to be invincible!

Yet deep down, she understood she could not defeat Zhang Yang. The gap between them was too vast. Clenching her fists, her delicate face twisted in anguish, she growled, “I… will… kill myself!”

Zhang Yang sighed. She was like a flower raised in a greenhouse.

He had once told her the story of Yu Wushuang, hoping she would understand and remember. But even now, she still failed to grasp the meaning.

At that moment, the brilliance of the Female Battle God, Yu Wushuang of the Eternal Night, became truly apparent.

So-called roots, talent, potential, and family background, none of that truly mattered.

What mattered most was a single principle: never give up.

Those four words alone were enough for an ordinary person to defy the heavens.

Which Saint had never experienced failure? Which one had not endured crushing setbacks? And yet, they all persevered, clinging to those words.

"Never give up." That was the ultimate remedy.

Now look at Yaoruoxian, an immortal fallen into the mundane realm, yet still mortal in the end.

She was mortal, yet insisted on branding herself as an immortal.

But how could an immortal be so fragile?

Zhang Yang said quietly, “Suicide is an act of cowardice. Is that the kind of person you are? Do you think you can Become an Immortal by being like this?”

Yaoruoxian’s face twisted with madness and ferocity.

Zhang Yang sighed again. “Do you still remember Yu Wushuang?”

The frantic Yaoruoxian grew more anxious. She no longer wanted to die. Deep within her, a voice cried out, a voice that longed to transcend time itself and face the immortal battle goddess of the Era of Competing Races. She could not afford to lose. This was the goal she had set for herself aboard the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals. When she first formed that goal, she had felt a surge of unstoppable motivation.

Now, as Zhang Yang spoke that name again, the old feelings surged back. Her stubbornness and longing for the immortal path reignited the confidence she had nearly lost.

She could not die.

But living as someone else’s puppet, being a slave was equally unacceptable.

Trapped between these two fates, she was pushed into despair. She stumbled and fell to the ground.

She no longer looked like an immortal. She looked like a madwoman who had fallen from the heavens into the dust, her hair disheveled, her eyes wild and unfocused.

Zhang Yang watched her in silence.

Was this transformation?

Was this descent?

Everything now depended on Yaoruoxian.

He no longer intervened. In that moment, she had to rely on herself.

For her, this was a complete upheaval.

A fall from which she might never rise again, a future where Yaoruoxian would cease to exist, leaving behind only an ordinary mortal.

But in this transformation lay her true chance to Become an Immortal.

Only now, stripped of pride and illusion, could she begin the real journey toward the heavens.

Her destiny would be forged by her own hand.

Zhang Yang had always been her tribulation—a trial that began when he fell into the Abyss of the Buried Immortals during the third battle and boarded the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals. He had sensed from the beginning that this tribulation was not meant to destroy Yaoruoxian, but to sharpen her—to forge her into a blade worthy of true immortality.

Looking back on their journey in the Abyss, it was as if fate had been forging an immortal blade, one that would one day shine across the heavens.

From that moment on, he no longer considered killing her.

Instead, he chose to become her sharpening stone.

Of course, he also had other thoughts—such as using Yaoruoxian as a stepping stone to reach the Demon Sword Forbidden Area, one of the top-tier forbidden realms in the Southern Region, rivaling even the Ghostly Divine Platform.

Yaoruoxian screamed wildly, pulling her hair and howling in rage. She even contemplated self-harm. But after the burst of madness, she slowly calmed down.

She sat there in silence, unmoving as if she had truly become a puppet.

It was unclear how much time passed.

Then, a breeze stirred on the mountaintop.

The wind was gentle, lifting Yaoruoxian’s messy hair. She caught sight of a little flower, just one she had stepped on earlier, now standing tall and proud, swaying in the breeze, releasing a faint fragrance.

As she looked at it, her eyes welled with tears.

And she cried.