NOVEL NEXT WORLD Chapter 160:
Chapter 160: She Recites Poetry Again:
The dead wouldn’t return.
The divide between life and death was wider than any distance in the world. All that remains were memories—dim fragments that people revisit again and again, cherishing the beauty that had become the past.
Yet now, as Wu Yingxue drank the dragon’s blood, it transformed into hot tears. The tears glistened, shimmering like crystals. In the interplay of light and shadow, she saw that figure, the one who had meant everything to her.
Foolish, kind, and wise in his own way—he was an unparalleled fool. He had once smiled and assured her that he would never truly leave, that he would always watch over her growth in some special way.
“Sir, can you see this?”
“Look at me now… I’ve grown stronger…”
Wu Yingxue forced a smile as she looked up at the blue sky.
Her body was drenched in dragon blood, her hair disheveled, the metallic smell of blood heavy in the air. There was nothing delicate or beautiful about her at that moment. Her lips and teeth still bore remnants of dragon flesh.
Though she had personally killed the cause of the tragedy at the Shiwan Mountains and avenged the blood debt, her heart was filled with nothing but pain. The vengeance she sought brought her no solace, only tears that refused to stop.
She rubbed her eyes over and over with the back of her bloodstained hands, trying to wipe away the tears. She couldn’t let her husband see her cry—it would be ugly, unworthy of his memory.
Yet no matter how hard she tried, the tears wouldn’t stop. The gaping wound in her heart remained, unhealed even by Qinglong’s death.
Finally, her forced smile gave way to silent sobs, her face expressionless yet filled with grief.
“It’s time to go…”
A strong wind blew, lifting her black hair into the air.
At her feet lay the massive corpse of the green dragon, its blood forming a crimson path beneath her.
She began walking forward again. The one who could heal her heart no longer existed, but her path—the road carved by Xu Xi—still stretched ahead.
She walked with determination, choosing to do the things she knew would make him smile and praise her.
“Sir, the outside world…”
“There are still more monsters…”
“And so many people who go hungry…”
Her voice was soft, as if speaking only to herself.
Stepping through puddles of dragon blood, Wu Yingxue pressed forward, the tip of her spear scratching against the dragon’s scales beneath her feet, the sound a harsh reminder of life’s constant struggle.
…
The Azure Dragon, a unique being born of heaven and earth, and a demon god, was a treasure trove of power.
When the demons finally arrived at the battlefield, they found only a wasteland soaked in dragon blood.
The survival army and Azure Dragon’s body were gone.
“Insolent! The dragon cannot be insulted!”
“How dare they? Such audacity deserves death!”
“This is unacceptable! Even if the elders of the human race protect them, we will destroy their very souls!”
The demons were consumed with rage. Though they were not dragons themselves, they felt the insult deeply. Beneath their fury, however, was an unmistakable fear.
In just a hundred years, the survival army had grown from nothing to the force that defeated the Azure Dragon. What could they achieve in another hundred years?
The thought chilled the demon gods and saints.
They resolved to eliminate the survival army at any cost. Even with the human race to contend with, they would crush this rising force.
…
Demon gods and saints began their hunt with renewed ferocity, pursuing the survival army with the determination of bloodhounds.
Yet, it was no easy task.
Powerful humans in the martial arts world intervened, reducing the pressure on Wu Yingxue and her army.
“Damn it! Damn it!”
“How dare these humans defy us!”
Some demon gods directly attacked the survival army, only to be narrowly avoided—or, in some cases, nearly defeated by Wu Yingxue herself.
The path of survival was treacherous.
Wu Yingxue had no divine talent, no special physique.
What she had was the perseverance instilled in her by Xu Xi and an unyielding drive to “consume” to survive—like a moth drawn to a flame, seeking life in the face of death.
Her cultivation fused the principles of fire, persistence, and devouring. Supplemented by Xu Xi’s carefully tailored techniques, she achieved what seemed impossible—growing stronger through every battle.
“What doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger!”
Her spear flashed like lightning, piercing the throat of a roc demon.
Blood gushed out, splattering her back, but Wu Yingxue didn’t flinch. She moved forward, relentless.
The survival army followed, efficiently dismantling the demon’s body for resources.
Gradually, the demons began to realize a terrifying truth.
Though they hunted the survival army with all their might, its numbers only seemed to grow, as if it were endless.
Even more horrifying was the army’s habit of devouring demons.
In the past, demons devoured humans. Now, Wu Yingxue’s army was consuming anything edible, including monsters, driven by a single purpose: survival.
This kind of persistence was beyond the demons’ comprehension.
Enraged, they launched even more frenzied attacks.
Several times, Wu Yingxue came close to death.
The companions who had left the Shiwan Mountains with her gradually fell, one by one, over the years.
“Ms. Wu, I’m so tired…”
“We’re going to be lazy with Sir, haha…”
Eventually, Wu Yingxue was left alone, leading a survival army filled with new and unfamiliar faces, continuing the fight.
She never stopped.
When she faced difficulties, the wind always seemed to guide her, and a star always appeared to light her way.
Decades passed.
Wu Yingxue poured everything into merging Xu Xi’s nameless technique with her inner world. Her strength transcended the limits of human immortality.
A century later, she stood at the pinnacle of human immortality, capable of suppressing many demon gods on her own.
When a demon saint sought to kill her, certain of victory, he was met with a pillar of fire that pierced the heavens.
From within that fire, Wu Yingxue emerged unscathed, having broken through to the realm beyond.
Her inner world had evolved, and her momentum shattered the void itself.
“The snow melts in fleeting years, and time rushes through spring and autumn.”
“No longer do I fear the roaring wind or falling rain. The eternal flame will never die.”
With those words, Wu Yingxue raised her hand, condensed the power of heaven and earth into a spear, and drove it through the Golden Yao Demon Saint, ending him in a single strike.