The Word of Heaven

Chapter 289 Heaven's Calculation
The boss is dead.

In the night wind, his flesh, blood, and soul disappeared along with the light, returning to the deepest nothingness.

He is undoubtedly one of the most important figures in the world in the past hundred years, a name that cannot be avoided in history books. He truly influences the direction of the world situation and makes the fate of countless people rise and fall because of him, even to life and death.

He has an unquestionably powerful realm. A hundred years after he entered the realm of immortality, even though he fell into depravity due to his oath after the Weiyang Palace Incident, looking at the world, there are still only a handful of people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

His heart of Taoism was as cold and hard as iron. He didn't care about the moral pressure from anyone. He stuck to his own views from beginning to end. Even if he was bombarded with foul language and feces and urine, he only felt a little angry and his mind was never really shaken.

He displayed this strength without any reservation today, roaming the night in the wind and rain. Even practitioners like Zhao Qi and Pei Jinge, who could enter the state of Nirvana at any time, were still unable to be his enemy. Even the abbot was always suppressed by him and was helpless in the current situation.

Such a terrifying master was finally defeated.

This should have been a miracle.

However, when people's eyes fell on Gu Zhuo, they felt that this was a natural outcome.

Yes, no matter how terrifying, powerful, and scheming the Si Lord is, how can he compare to the former master of Taoism?

The way people looked at Gu Zhuo gradually changed, from fear and shock to supreme awe.

Like seeing the abyss.

Like seeing the starry sky.

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……

The heavy rain gradually stopped and no longer poured down.

Gu Zhuo closed his eyes and slightly raised his head, letting the cold rain wash away the blood on his face. His complexion gradually turned pale.

His left shoulder was slightly sunken, which was a heavy scar left by Si Zhu. At this moment, he still felt severe pain in it, spreading to his body and mind.

"Do you have any energy left now?"

Wei Qingci's voice sounded slowly: "Or, can you break through again?"

Gu Zhuo shook his head and said, "No."

Wei Qingci looked at the Qie Man in his hand and asked again, "Is it no longer possible?"

Gu Zhuo felt a little tired and hummed in a nasal tone.

"I still have one question."

Wei Qingci walked forward and asked respectfully, "Even if you broke through the realm, you couldn't change your exhausted state. Why did you still pass on that sword in the end?"

Gu Zhuo said: "So that sword is not the last one, so your sword must come before that sword."

This sentence is difficult to understand, but Wei Qingci seemed to have realized something.

In the distance, the people who were immersed in awe had come to their senses after hearing these few simple words, and recalled the most important reason why the Lord was defeated.

——The cold sword light coming from behind.

So many people thought about what was going to happen next, and the awe in their eyes disappeared. Some were sad, some were sorrowful, some were regretful, and even more disgusted and disdainful, but in the end all of these turned into envy.

Before tonight, no one would have thought that this brutal battle that started from the Divine Capital and stretched for thousands of miles would end under Wei Qingci's sword.

At the same time, the distance between Gu Zhuo and Wei Qingci was stopped at the last step within three meters.

Dozens of gazes passed through the layers of rain curtains and fell on Wei Qingci, waiting for him to take this step.

Yi Shui practiced the sword in front of him.

Wei Qingci is the current head of Yishui.

Once he gets within three feet, who here can stop him from drawing his sword?

The cold wind blows the rain, and the moonlight flickers on earth.

Just at this moment, Gu Zhuo finally opened his eyes, tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, and tied his messy black hair behind his back.

His movements were slow and unusually stiff compared to usual, but still precise.

Yes, he was indeed extremely tired, although his mind did not fall into drowsiness and he was always clearly awake.

Being constantly tired while being awake, these two completely different feelings, mixed with the pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, is a real torture.

However, Gu Zhuo's brows did not frown because of this. He was so quiet that it was frightening, as if all these feelings had nothing to do with him.

He looked quietly at Wang Ji's eldest disciple, waiting for the distance between them to be shortened to within three feet, waiting for the appearance of the sword light called Li Zhu.

So the sword light did not appear.

Wei Qingci's heart was dry, he shook his head and said, "I still don't understand why you dare to conclude that I would draw my sword at that moment."

After hearing these words, everyone was truly certain that everything that had happened before was part of Gu Zhuo's plan, and it was not accidental, or perhaps it was premeditated.

"Yes, people like me are easy to understand because everything I do has a clear purpose, but that doesn't mean I'm easy to be taken advantage of, let alone at that time."

Wei Qingci paused and continued, "What's more terrifying is that I'm not the only one you've used as a chess piece to manipulate at will today."

The long street was silent.

Gu Zhuo didn't say anything.

"The nunnery master, Zhao Qi, Nan Zong, Pei Jinge, Qing Xiaoyue and his disciples, the national teacher and the master of Wuyou Mountain, the nuns far away in Changle Nunnery, and all the civilians in this city."

Wei Qingci said slowly: "Everyone, including the Director, is within your calculations. No, calculations."

Compared to calculation, he thought the word "calculation" was colder and could more accurately describe everything that happened tonight.

He looked into Gu Zhuo's eyes and suddenly felt that the rain was very cold and desolate. After a moment of silence, he said word by word: "Or perhaps, this is not a calculation, but a destiny."

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...Since Gu Zhuo had only entered the state of unity at the last moment, if he wanted to defeat and kill Si Zhu in this life-and-death duel between the weak and the strong, the greatest possibility was to break through his heart of Tao.

The problem is that the Master's determination is extremely firm. How easy is it to break his state of mind?

That's why Gu Zhuo had to go to Cangzhou alone and expose the dispute to countless eyes in the most direct way, leaving the Lord Si no room for avoidance.

Then came the fate of the national teacher, the safety of all the people, and the fact that everything in heaven and earth obeyed one person, which forced the abbot to stand up and ask the chief priest to commit suicide with true compassion.

Only in this way will the outermost layer of fur coat wrapped around the Master be lifted, exposing his deeper self, which is as cold and hard as iron and as firm as ever, and he is extremely persistent that everything that opposes what he believes to be right is wrong.

This puts the Sizhu on the opposite side of almost everyone who can stand up, but at the same time it also makes him extremely powerful, able to travel freely in wind and rain, and almost invincible.

However, everything has its ups and downs, and after the peak comes decline.

When Gu Zhuo revealed what the Lord Si really wanted and let him know that everything was just going with the flow, how could his heart of Taoism, which was no longer concealed, not be shattered?

Breaking is not the end. To kill Si Zhu, you still need the sword. So don't let it fall into Wei Qingci's hands. Use the sharpness that is unparalleled in the world to cut off the hesitation in his heart and send out the sword.

What’s even more terrifying is that Master Si did not die from this sword, but saved his life until the end, when he was killed by Gu Zhuo himself.

There are too many uncontrollable factors involved, and accidents can happen at any moment, but the result is what Gu Zhuo needs.

If this isn't destiny, then what is it?
Thinking of this, Wei Qingci's expression became more solemn, and he once again thought about the problem before him.

——If everything was within Gu Zhuo’s calculations, then how could his next decision be a surprise?
Before getting the answer, Wei Qingci could not hand over the sword and let the dust settle.

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The rain gradually subsided and the moon became brighter.

The world is desolate.

Wei Qingci put aside his thoughts, grasped the long sword at his waist, and said: "My emotions tell me that I should give it a try."

Gu Zhuo said: "Then?"

Before Wei Qingci could open his mouth, a hoarse and moving voice came from not far away.

"Time is not infinite. The sun will always rise. You should have an answer."

Pei Jinge walked slowly towards the two of them. The rain fell on her body, but failed to soak her clothes, but turned into frost.

Further away, Zhao Qi stood in the ruins, with no intention of getting closer.

Nan Zong was trapped in the sword formation and only said one sentence about it.

"Hesitation is the most foolish thing in the world."

Qing Xiaoyue's gaze fell outside the city, and no one knew what he was thinking.

As for the abbess, she walked forward in silence, getting closer and closer to Gu Zhuo.

Wei Qingci looked at Qie Man again and said, "My reason tells me that it's not a bad idea to give up."

Everyone here tonight was involved in the death of the Master, so they can be considered accomplices.

Yes, the most crucial sword move came from Wei Qingci, but the sword was "Qie Man", not "Li Zhu".

The moment they heard this, everyone in the room had the same thought.

Wei Qingci was about to turn around and leave, thousands of miles away.

So people saw him take that step, but move forward.

The distance between Wei Qingci and Gu Zhuo was shortened to less than three meters.

The long street was dead silent.

Nothing happens.

People never saw a clear sword light piercing the dark night.

Wei Qingci did not draw his sword.

He calmly walked up to Gu Zhuo, stretched out his right hand, and said, "Please return the item to its original owner."

Gu Zhuo didn't say anything, sheathed the sword and handed it over.

Wei Qingci lowered his head, looked at the hand that was holding the scabbard, and said, "It seems that my bet was right."

After saying this, his five fingers slowly fell on the hilt of Qie Man's sword and closed.

Gu Zhuo said: "I will go to Yishui someday, and leave a blank space on that tombstone for me."

Wei Qingci's eyes could no longer remain calm, and became extremely complicated.

He said hello and turned to leave.

Halfway through the walk, Wei Qingci suddenly stopped.

Under the gaze of everyone, he asked Gu Zhuo: "Are you still a human being now?"

Gu Zhuo smiled slightly and said, "Hasn't Xi Lixuan already proved it for me?"

Wei Qingci clearly didn't turn around, but he still seemed to see that smile in front of him, making his body, which was not wet by the rain, shudder.

So he fell silent again, and walked further and further away in silence.

Gu Zhuo smiled slightly, opened his arms in the rain, and embraced everything.

In the distance, thunder was rising and approaching.

(End of this chapter)