Chapter 134

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Chapter 134: Fairness of the Heavens

Wen Yun glared fiercely at Ye Shubai, wanting to smack this man’s head with her Dragon Bone Magic Wand if they weren’t busy fighting now.

We’ll settle the score when we get home!

Supreme Immortal Shangxuan knelt on the ground at this moment, his cultivation continuously draining away with the blood hole in his dantian, his face as white as a sheet.

He didn’t understand why he lost.

Having observed Ye Shubai for hundreds of years, Supreme Immortal Shangxuan knew better than anyone the strength of this junior. He was just a young man who had recently ascended, needing to experience more trials to achieve greatness.

"Why…" Supreme Immortal Shangxuan slowly raised his head, no longer with his usual calm demeanor, almost gritting his teeth, "How did you manage to do this?"

Wen Yun glanced at him, not answering the question but instead exclaiming, "Oh, I almost forgot to finish you off while you were silent."

Supreme Immortal Shangxuan, "…"

Ye Shubai, "…"

There’s no need to deliberately mention the term "backstab" to hurt someone’s feelings.

At this moment, Supreme Immortal Shangxuan was trapped by Wen Yun’s spatial law and unable to move. The mysterious and irresistible force tightly bound him, even more terrifying, he felt not only his blood and cultivation flowing away, but more importantly, his lifespan!

Even though the powerful immortals have become immortals, it doesn’t mean their lifespan is endless. They will also have a day when they fall to dust. Otherwise, from the beginning of the opening of the myriad realms, the immortal powerhouses left by this endless river of years would not be just a few people.

Supreme Immortal Shangxuan has only lived for tens of thousands of years, with a long lifespan ahead.

However, at this moment, a hidden power that had been lingering around him since he entered Cloud Island finally became apparent.

"Every moment passes by with years flowing quickly from my body, no wonder there were so many swords just now, that’s how." Supreme Immortal Shangxuan covered the wound on his lower abdomen, bright red blood oozing from his fingers, he stared at Wen Yun intently, his breath becoming weaker and weaker, "It’s not the spatial law, it’s the time and space."

"Finally got it right." Wen Yun replied with a smile, "Those who can control life and death are not just the laws of life and death, but also time."

She had planned it out earlier. If Ye Shubai’s the Power of Rules couldn’t beat Shangxuan, then she would slowly wear him down in this big array using time.

The Supreme Immortal on the ground used to be a powerful being, but as time passed, Shangxuan, who once had a young face, started to develop wrinkles. His once black hair turned frosty white, and his once straight back started to hunch more and more. When his cultivation fell below ascension, his lifespan finally ran out.

Shangxuan seemed to finally accept the harsh reality of his defeat. His expression became calmer and calmer, he looked down at his wrinkled hands and chuckled, "It’s just winner lives, loser dies. Today I lost, but time will prove that my path is right, and you will regret your actions today. After all, you are destroying the will of heaven."

Wen Yun looked down at the man on the ground, without a hint of mercy in her eyes. "Your so-called path is to treat all living beings in the realms as livestock under your control, isn’t it?"

Shangxuan didn’t deny it. He asked back, "Without disasters or difficulties, isn’t the will of heaven fair and just?"

"Your so-called justice is sacrificing innocent people to shape the perfect world you desire, isn’t it?"

Shangxuan’s aura was fragile, his gaze slowly moved from Wen Yun to the far-off sky. In that distant place, he seemed to see the world he had painstakingly built over millennia, where everyone regarded him as the supreme being, revering and fearing him.

He firmly stated, "In the pursuit of truth, sacrificing some people is inevitable, but eventually, people will understand me."

Wen Yun coldly stared at him, "Alright, if you believe your perfect world is real, then I will show you what your imagined justice has twisted into."

She waved her hand gently, and the scene in front of the three of them suddenly changed from the deserted Cloud Island to a bustling city.

At this moment, Supreme Immortal Shangxuan’s cultivation was almost gone, and his lifespan was only a few days left.

He had already become an old mortal.

Wen Yun looked coldly at Supreme Immortal Shangxuan and said, "Since you like it here, then you can spend the rest of your life here. We won’t interfere, go on."

Shangxuan turned to look and found that Wen Yun had indeed released the spatial confinement on him. Now he could move freely.

He glanced at Wen Yun with mixed feelings, then hunched over and slowly walked towards the city.

Ye Shubai hesitated as he watched Supreme Immortal Shangxuan’s figure, "After all, he is a Supreme Immortal, he must have various ways. Will letting him go this time…"

Wen Yun glanced strangely at Ye Shubai and said, "Who said I was going to let him go? Saying we won’t interfere doesn’t mean we won’t monitor him. Come on, let’s follow him!"

She casually used the Dragon Bone Magic Wand to easily conceal the appearance and aura of the two of them.

Ye Shubai sadly shook his head, but still followed Wen Yun, walking side by side.

*

The Supreme Immortal Shangxuan stood in the city and saw that the order was well-maintained, the merchants were fair in their dealings, and the pedestrians were polite. The weak breath that was almost negligible before had gained some strength now.

In the past, he used to look down on this realm from above, only able to see it roughly. But now, upon closer inspection, he discovered that the beings in this world were so beautiful.

"I am not wrong," Shangxuan gazed at all of this.

This was a world he created with his own hands, the most beautiful one among all worlds.

However, as he tried to move forward to observe more people and things, he realized that he could no longer lift his sword. After his cultivation dispersed, he couldn’t even open the space bag, and his aged body made it difficult for him to stand.

At that moment, a woodcutter happened to pass by him, and a piece of dry wood rolled off his back.

Shangxuan was about to bend down to pick it up, but in the next moment, someone accidentally stepped on his hand.

The man carrying firewood looked down at him and scolded him harshly, "In broad daylight, how dare you steal things? Shameless!"

Supreme Immortal Shangxuan looked coldly over, never having experienced such humiliation before. But just as he thought about destroying the other party, he suddenly remembered that he was just an old mortal man.

"Why are you staring at me like that? If you want this firewood, pay for it!"

Supreme Immortal Shangxuan naturally did not have any money, as it is a mundane object.

The mortal man laughed, "I see you lurking around, you are indeed up to no good!"

He ruthlessly stepped on Shangxuan’s hand, then kicked the firewood towards him, saying, "I stepped on you, so in the name of fairness, I compensate you with this firewood, we are even!"

Throughout the event, no passerby intervened, no one thought it was wrong, and no hero or kind maiden appeared to stop it.

Passersby’s indifferent expressions showed their attitude: this is the norm in the world, you reap what you sow, no matter the reason; if you do something wrong, you will face consequences, that is justice.

Shangxuan struggled to stand up, leaning on the firewood, taking one step at a time forward.

Not long after, he was caught by the patrolling guards.

"You are not a citizen of this city, and you don’t have the required documents to be here. Please leave."

Rules, yes, all mortals are bound by countless rules, which is why this orderly and prosperous city exists.

Walking on the outskirts of the city, Shangxuan deeply looked back at the bustling city he had created with his own hands. He saw a Qi Refining Stage cultivator flying unsteadily towards the city with a magic treasure, the person who had just been thrown out didn’t ask the cultivator for any documents. Instead, he led all the guards in the city to kneel at the city gate, bowing deeply to welcome him. The scene didn’t seem like they were welcoming a Qi Refining Stage cultivator, but more like welcoming a powerful immortal.

Indeed, in this world, cultivators wield power over the life and death of mortals. Cultivators are like the heavens to mortals.

Supreme Immortal Shangxuan’s eyes showed a hint of complexity.

After becoming a mortal, the whole world seemed to become clearer.

Shangxuan leaned on the piece of dead wood and took step by step forward. From mortal to cultivator, from noble to commoner, all aspects of life were within his sight.

He wanted to prove himself right, to prove that the world was right. He had always thought like this when looking down on everything, but when he truly entered this world and became the smallest existence in it, he realized that everything was wrong.

Why do parents and children dare not scold or teach, but instead punish the young child who has made a mistake without understanding right from wrong, crying and lighting incense to summon a immortal to cut off the parents’ hands?

Why do people seem indifferent and cold, not daring to help the injured or bury the dead, everyone saying it’s because they did something bad that they meet such a fate, yet no one shows any compassion?

Why do immortals naturally accept offerings from mortals, while mortals cannot show any discontent and must accept the immortal’s arrangements without complaint?

Why do the people in this world dare not love or hate, following rules and regulations in everything, like lifeless automatons?

Why is it that even when evil thoughts are removed, there is still kindness?

Why is this world like a stagnant pool, never changing day by day?

…

At some unknown time, fine snow began to drift down from the sky, enveloping the entire small mountain village in a misty veil.

A young ox-headed boy with only one hand, carrying a backpack, slowly walked towards the vegetable field.

Just then, a hand from the pile of weeds grabbed his foot, startling him.

"Ah! Who are you?"

Standing in front of the young man with a bull head was a thin and old man, almost unrecognizable. His voice was hoarse, and if it wasn’t for the quietness of the mountain village in the early morning, he might not have been able to hear what he was saying clearly.

The dying old man held onto the young man and asked with a trembling voice, "Do you…do you think the heavens are fair?"

Along the way, he asked this question to everyone he met, this being the thousandth time.

The young man with the bull head was surprised. This was the first time he had been asked such a question. Normally, he would have obediently said that the heavens are fair, but recent events had left him feeling upset and unable to express himself. Glancing around quickly to make sure nobody was nearby, he poured out his grievances freely.

"Fair my foot! I got into a fight with Zhou Amao, and all it took was a shove from me to have his hand cut off, while he kicked me. Why should he only lose a toe? If the heavens were truly fair, they would have cut off his foot instead! I’ve made up my mind today. I’ll go provoke him to hit me, then invite a deity to cut off his foot!"

As the young man with the bull head spoke, he realized that the hand holding his ankle had let go at some point. The old man lying in the weeds was looking at the sky with his eyes wide open, but there was no sound or movement.

"Is he dead?"

The young bull-headed boy was a little surprised, but not afraid. Even though he was young, he had seen many people who did bad things being punished by the immortals, so he was not scared of corpses.

The boy looked at the old man and said, "You are old and abandoned, leaving your body exposed in the wilderness. You must have been a very bad person in your life, that’s why you are facing the consequences of fate!"

He thought, after all, fate… most of the time is fair.

*

"His time has run out, he is already dead," Ye Shubai said softly to Wen Yun as they watched the situation below.

"Do you think he realized his mistakes in the end?" Wen Yun asked, but then she smiled and answered to herself, "Whether he knew he was wrong or not, whether his intentions were good or bad, if he hurt others, he should be punished. Isn’t this the path he believed in?"

Ye Shubai looked at this restrained world, where everyone seemed to be bound by the so-called "rules" and the so-called "fate." He couldn’t help but sigh, "What should be done about this world?"

Wen Yun shook her head, "The beliefs instilled by Shangxuan have become fixed. Forcibly changing them will only lead to the collapse of the entire world. They must break these chains from within."

Ye Shubai thought for a moment, then raised his sword and gently waved it. He saw the sky, originally sealed by Shangxuan, cracked open by the sword, allowing the energy of the world to slowly seep into this realm.

Underneath, a practitioner trapped in the Transmigration Realm for many years suddenly looked up, eyes wide with surprise as he gazed at the sky, where he sensed a strange aura.

In another corner, a young girl who was absorbing spiritual power under her master’s guidance suddenly trembled, feeling a mysterious energy flow within her body, not spiritual power but source energy.

…

Ye Shubai whispered, "They have all been trapped in this realm for tens of thousands of years. If fate allows, they will be able to see the true sky."

As the dust settled, Ye Shubai and Wen Yun walked slowly in the emptiness of the Northern Wilderness, with dim light dots beside them. Only a few realms still had some creatures surviving, but their civilizations had long fallen, let alone cultivation.

Wen Yun glanced around and couldn’t help but sigh, "I see little vitality in these small realms. I’m afraid that Shangxuan has plundered living beings and resources from other realms to complete his own path."

Ye Shubai’s gaze was deep as he nodded, "Yes, or else such a diverse range of races wouldn’t appear in a closed realm."

Seeing Wen Yun looking a bit melancholy, he knew she was feeling upset for those beings whose fates were manipulated. His heart moved slightly, and he discreetly held the girl’s hand in his, reassuring her gently, "Don’t worry, everyone has their own destiny."

Wen Yun glanced at Ye Shubai silently and slowly said, "I’m not worried for them, I’m worried for you."

Ye Shubai looked puzzled and asked, "What are you worried about for me?"

Wen Yun calmly led him through the broken void, her voice drifting into Ye Shubai’s ears.

"I’m curious when you found out about karma from past lives, Ye Shubai. I suggest you come up with a good excuse before we return to White Cloud City, or else… you’ll have to kneel in front of Cloud Crystal when we get back!"