Before the Yin-Yang Cliff, Shen Zhao casually opened an ancient cultivation manual.
Chaos Yin-Yang Art.When yin and yang merge, heaven and man become one, and chaos is born.
The world believes this to be merely a dual cultivation technique. They think the acquisition of yin and yang energies comes only from the fleeting moment of union.
What they do not know is that, beyond dual cultivation, there exists a far more profound method.
To confront the Nine Nether Tide, there is only one path left today.
I shall use my own body as the vessel, cast myself into the Yin-Yang Cliff, and let the boundless yin and yang energies flood every meridian within me.
Only by using this as my foundation can I break through my own limits.
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Zhao spread his hand.
The Chaos Yin-Yang Art instantly crumbled into countless fragments.
The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, he leaped into the Yin-Yang Cliff.
Boom!
An immense torrent of yin and yang energy shot into the heavens as overwhelming Dao power poured forth like a raging flood.
"Ah!"
Su Yunying cried out in alarm.
Even a mere wisp of the Yin-Yang Cliff's energies was enough to make an ordinary cultivator explode on the spot.
Even Great Emperor cultivators would be unable to withstand the endless tidal waves of yin and yang.
Yet Shen Zhao had jumped in without a moment's hesitation.
That unwavering resolve struck directly at Su Yunying's heart.
Boss...
She silently called out to him.
Only now did she truly realize just how much her heart ached.
Yu Xiyan, meanwhile, stood frozen in place.
The instant she saw Shen Zhao throw himself into the Yin-Yang Cliff, her entire body trembled.
"Why..."
"Why would you rather endure such unimaginable pain alone than come to me for dual cultivation?"
"I'm your wife."
"This should have been my responsibility as well."
"If only you'd asked... I would have agreed without hesitation..."
Su Yunying shook her head gently.
"No."
"He chose this precisely because he knew you would never agree."
"So he'd rather choose the most extreme path."
"If he had asked you to cultivate this technique together back then..."
"Would you really have agreed?"
"I think all you would've done was humiliate him even more."
"Why did you force him into this situation?"
"What exactly did he ever do that made him so unforgivable in your eyes?"
Her tone remained calm.
But every word landed like a critical strike.
Yu Xiyan was rendered speechless.
After all, Su Yunying had already witnessed the intimate scene between her and Lin Feng earlier.
At this point, any explanation sounded utterly hollow.
Suddenly, Su Yunying seemed to think of something.
"...Don't tell me..."
"You've never consummated your marriage with him?"
Yu Xiyan froze.
"I... I just wasn't ready back then..."
"So..."
"But I was going to..."
"Really... I truly didn't mean to..."
Su Yunying felt her head spin.
You call this a marriage?
Just how much suffering did Boss have to endure before you'd finally be satisfied?
Married for so many years...
Yet she had never once shared a wedding night with her own husband.
In an ordinary household, a woman like that would have been condemned by everyone. Even if divorced, no one would dare marry her again.
It was utterly absurd.
Su Yunying rubbed her forehead.
Her worldview had once again been shattered.
And her heart ached even more for Shen Zhao.
The scene shifted once more.
An army one hundred thousand strong marched steadily toward the Gates of the Yellow Springs.
Their armor gleamed brilliantly.
Their weapons varied in shape and size.
Yet every face bore the same expression—
A quiet sorrow...
And unwavering resolve.
Behind them lay a flourishing land of peace and prosperity.
It was their homeland.
Their families were there.
Their memories were there.
Everything they loved was there.
Once they left...
They might never return.
This farewell...
Was likely forever.
The army advanced in silence.
No one spoke.
Only footsteps, hoofbeats, and the clatter of armor echoed through the stillness.
Gradually...
Their eyes became resolute and cold.
As though all worldly emotions had vanished.
Yet deep within their hearts burned an undying flame—
Hatred for their enemies.
Love for their homeland.
Respect for life itself.
As the army passed through Chang'an City, countless citizens gathered to watch.
"Father..."
"Who are they?"
"Where are they going?"
A little girl pointed curiously at the Iron Flame Army.
Her father held her tightly and answered with sorrow in his voice.
"Remember them well, child."
"They're heading toward a battlefield where victory is impossible."
"If they can't win..."
"Then why are they still going?"
The father fell silent.
Only after a long while did he reply,
"Because..."
"They are the army of the Pojun Manor."
"What is Pojun Manor?"
"It is the guardian of every citizen of Great Yin."
"It is the pride engraved into our very bones."
By then, tears already glistened in his eyes.
Looking at the endless procession stretching beyond the horizon...
No one truly believed they could win.
Yet every citizen silently prayed...
That this miraculous army...
Would create another miracle.
Mounted at the head of the formation, Shen Zhao remained silent.
The doubts whispered around him only earned a faint smile.
The news that Pojun Manor had declared war against the Nine Nether Realm...
He had deliberately released it himself.
He had no intention of hiding it.
He wanted the world to know where Pojun Manor stood.
He also wanted this army—marching knowingly toward death—to receive the honor it deserved.
They fought...
For their nation.
For the realm.
For all living people.
Why should such a war be concealed?
Now...
He desired nothing more.
Before dying...
He only wished to see that familiar figure one last time.
Yet even after passing through the gates of Chang'an...
The person he longed to see never appeared.
Though he had long grown accustomed to disappointment...
Some tiny fragment of hope had still remained.
In the end...
It was misplaced.
"Hyah!"
Casting aside every distracting thought, Shen Zhao urged his horse to the front of the army.
"Enough with the gloomy faces!"
"Release all the courage you've kept buried inside!"
One of the soldiers shouted,
"Marshal Shen!"
"Can we sing?"
"Of course!"
Another called out,
"Marshal Shen, play something for us!"
"Yeah! Give us the first verse!"
The entire army erupted into cheers.
Shen Zhao laughed.
"Very well."
"I'll grant your request."
"This song..."
"Is dedicated to my fearless Iron Flame Army..."
"...an army brave enough to march willingly toward death."
He reached into his storage ring and withdrew a pipa.
His fingers gently brushed its strings.
"I offer my courage upon these strings..."
"To compose a hymn for heroes."
With a powerful stroke—
The melody began.
Through endless battles we ride with fearless pride,Smiling beneath frost and rain across the world.Our hearts belong to the realm despite the storm,Galloping ten thousand miles with unshaken resolve.
We conquer every pass, challenge every hero,Cutting through waves with unmatched spirit.Through changing ages our spears and armor still shine,Swords dancing beneath heaven to forge eternal legends.
Inspired by Shen Zhao's lead, the soldiers gradually joined in.
At first...
Many were too restrained to do more than hum softly.
But as the lyrics echoed across the battlefield...
Their voices grew louder.
Stronger.
Until the unified song of one hundred thousand warriors shook the heavens.
Before us stands unrivaled valor; behind us, no regrets.True men march forward without fear.Though ambitions fill the world, mountains remain, rivers endure.
Amid flashing blades we laugh before eternity.Let storms of blood and slaughter...Become gentle instead.
Fate shall never be ruled by gods or ghosts.Like the Yangtze, we flow forever eastward.Heaven and earth lie beneath our feet.
Standing proudly against the northern wind, sleeves fluttering...Beyond, banners roar over a million soldiers—What magnificent glory!
The song gradually faded into the distance.
Every citizen watching engraved that day forever into their memories.
For they were about to witness...
A miracle worthy of being recorded in the history of the martial world.
Su Yunying had been completely conquered by the spirit of this army.
"Only someone like Boss..."
"A peerless genius..."
"Could compose such an epic battle hymn..."
"And forge such an iron-blooded army."
Having witnessed Shen Zhao's past...
She had utterly surrendered to both the man...
And the army he commanded.
Yu Xiyan, meanwhile, stared blankly at everything unfolding before her.
Her heart overflowed with regret.
At that moment, Su Yunying asked another question that pierced straight into her soul.
"Big Sister..."
"Didn't you know that was the day the Iron Flame Army marched to war?"
Yu Xiyan's body shuddered.
Her eyes instinctively avoided Su Yunying's gaze.
How could she not have known?
She knew perfectly well.
But on that very day...
She had been accompanying Lin Feng back to the place where they had first met.
How could she possibly admit that aloud?
Unfortunately...
The more she feared it...
The more inevitable it became.
The scene suddenly shifted.
There, beside Emerald Bamboo Lake...
Lin Feng gently placed a flower wreath he had woven himself upon Yu Xiyan's head.
Yu Xiyan lowered her head shyly.
Her eyes reflected only one person—
Lin Feng.
Su Yunying stared in utter disbelief.
Finally unable to contain herself, she pointed at the scene and asked another soul-piercing question.
"Big Sister..."
"What exactly were you doing?"
"Do you even understand what you were doing?!"
Her voice remained calm.
But inside...
Her anger had already reached its limit.
This woman...
How could she be so disgusting?
At such a time—
When her husband was marching toward what was almost certain death...
Possibly never to return...
She had been acting lovey-dovey with a scoundrel like Lin Feng?
For the second time...
Su Yunying felt as though her entire worldview had collapsed.
She was so revolted...
She nearly wanted to vomit.
How could there exist a woman so heartless...
So foolish...
And so shameless?
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