The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 683: The Madman Who Fights Heaven [Two-in-One] - Novel Cool

Chapter 683: The Madman Who Fights Heaven [Two-in-One]

Chapter 683: The Madman Who Fights Heaven [Two-in-One]

Dongfang Sanzan lowered his eyelids and spoke softly, "I believe these three years should be enough..."

Although he said it was enough, his expression was filled with worry, indicating that it wasn't enough.

Feng Yun Qi said, "It's definitely enough! What kind of disaster could last for three years?"

Dongfang Sanzan shook his head and spoke softly, "I think the time I need to prepare for... with this snowfall, has already arrived."

Dongfang Sanzan frowned, "I hope we can make it through."

Feng Yun Qi was surprised.

"You've actually thought this far ahead, even preparing for three years in advance for a disaster that leaves the land barren?"

"I'm just afraid it won't be enough."

Dongfang Sanzan furrowed his brows deeply and said, "Brother Qi, we all talk about disasters, but do you know what a disaster truly is?"

Feng Yun Qi was stunned. He thought, 'Disasters are droughts, floods, snow, and hail, right?'

But he was smart, and he knew that Dongfang Sanzan wouldn't ask such an obvious question, so he only thought about it and didn't speak.

Because if he did, he would be proven wrong—a situation he had experienced many times with Dongfang Sanzan. He had learned his lesson well.

Indeed.

Dongfang Sanzan said, "Everyone knows that disasters are droughts, floods, snow, and hail, but there's one thing we should understand. Once a disaster strikes, not only does the land stop producing food, but the stored food in our hands also rots faster than usual during non-disaster times."

"Food rots in the fields and in our hands. That's a real disaster!"

Dongfang Sanzan continued, "That's why the food I've stored can only last for three years. After three years, it will spoil. There won't be much left that can be used, but it won't be completely gone."

Feng Yun Qi was truly unaware of this fact.

He understood that the fields couldn't produce food, but he didn't know that the stored food would rot.

"Is that really possible?"

"Just ask any old farmer who has experienced a disaster, and they'll understand this principle."

Dongfang Sanzan explained, "Rot, decay, mold, and insects... during a disaster, they are ten times more severe than usual!"

Feng Yun Qi fell silent.

He decided to observe this for himself when he had the time.

Dongfang Sanzan changed the topic, "However, with this snowfall, things won't be easy for the Only Me Righteous Teachings either."

Feng Yun Qi gave a light laugh, "Yan Nan's preparations are probably not as thorough as yours. It's certain that things won't be easy for him! At the very least, it won't be as good as it is on your side!"

"So we must also prepare for the upcoming battles."

Dongfang Sanzan forced a bitter smile, "Right now, I'm like a rich man, but during this famine, everyone outside is like Yan Nan, unable to eat their fill..."

Feng Yun Qi clicked his tongue, "I have to say... your description is quite fitting for the current situation."

He chuckled and said, "If this snow lasts more than ten days... Yan Nan will be calling for help."

Dongfang Sanzan sighed deeply, "What I fear most is him calling for help!"

Feng Yun Qi realized with a start, "You mean?"

Dongfang Sanzan's brows knitted together, "Do you think Yan Nan can't do it?"

Feng Yun Qi's face darkened, "If that's the case, it'll be truly terrible."

Dongfang Sanzan sighed, "If so, three years... won't be enough."

...

Only Me Righteous Teachings Headquarters.

They witnessed the strange celestial phenomenon.

Yan Nan was initially overjoyed, "The Trilateral Heavenly Realm has finally arrived after such a long wait!"

But soon, he felt something amiss, "This is different from before?"

Within a moment, the heavy snow fell, and after just a quarter of an hour, the snow on the ground had already reached above their ankles. Yan Nan's face turned extremely somber.

"This snow is not right."

Chen Gu, who had arrived at some point, said, "Fifth Brother, the Trilateral Heavenly Realm has arrived, and it's already late. Moreover, it can't stop, and we have to keep waiting... who knows when it will stop? Those images that just passed through the sky were also quite strange. Was the first one the Celestial Viper God?"

Yan Nan's face darkened, "Shut up."

"Let's not think about the Trilateral Heavenly Realm for now. Let's first consider how to deal with this snow."

Chen Gu sighed.

"Our reserves are insufficient. With such heavy snow, it only takes a day to cause a major disaster. But looking at this weather, it won't be just a one-day affair."

Yan Nan said, "Let's wait and see. If it snows for ten days or half a month, we... should be able to make it through, right?"

Chen Gu forced a bitter smile, "Fifth Brother, if this snow lasts for ten years, we can endure it. But the common people won't be able to."

"In ten days or half a month... the snow on the flat ground will be ten zhang deep! How can we endure that?"

Chen Gu's smile was bitter.

Yan Nan fell silent.

At this moment, there was no need for bickering, as the question he asked wasn't about these experts but about the entire Only Me Righteous Teachings continent.

But what was the point of arguing about this?

"Three days later, if the snow hasn't stopped, gather all the experts in the sect, hold a ceremony to worship the Celestial Viper God, and activate his divine power."

Yan Nan's eyes flashed with determination as he said, "Using the power of the Celestial Viper God, push the blizzard clouds towards the Guardian Continent!"

"This is the only way."

Bi Chang Hong appeared at some point and said, "Actually, if not for the fear of wasting divine power, I would have suggested this earlier."

"But it's too early now.

Bai Jing also appeared, saying, "What if the snow stops tomorrow? Wouldn't that be a waste?"

"Wait a moment."

Several Deputy Leaders stood in the heavy snow, all were silent, lost in thought.

The snow fell ceaselessly, showing no signs of stopping.

It seemed as if there was a powerful force in the sky, punching a large hole through the cloud layer, but the cloud Layer wouldn’t split.

No one knew how thick the cloud layer was.

Aftercreating a hole, it immediately began to closeup,just as before.

It was of no help.

Fang Che looked up at the sky, feeling a deep worry in his heart.

He knew that Sun Wu Tian was trying to punch through the cloud layer, but seeing no success,his heartfelt even heavier. If even Sun Wu Tian couldn’t doIt,whoCould?

Sun Wu Tian's voice camein, "There’s nothing we canDo. The cloud layer isUnmovable. It seems toCovertheEntireContinent, perhaps even beyond."

"Indeed."

Fang Che replied, "Have you finished listeningToTheElder’s story?"

Sun Wu Tian sighed, a bit discontentedly, "Since you left, Sir, IchangedToAnotherPlaceToListen."

"..."

You really have timeToKill.

"I’ll goOutAndCommand."

Fang Che nodded.

"You go. Who told you to do this?"

Sun Wu Tian replied, "I’llGoOutAndTakeAlookAround."

Old Sunwas nowGone.

But Fang Che was quite certain that the old demon head going out definitely wasn’t just for a stroll. He must be helping to clearTheHeavySnowin secret...

Just as Dongfang San San said: This was the ProsperousEra he personally created.

Sun WuTian couldn’tBearToLetItGo.

The heavy snow continued to fall,showingNoSignOfSlowingDown.

The cloud layer remained motionless, as if solidified.

Even the most seasoned old martial artists had never seen such strange weather, nor such heavy snow!

Even ordinary people had begunToRealize: This was a great disaster!

Fang Che steppedOutIntoTheSnow, commanding PeopleToClearTheSnow. Then, the originally assigned corpse transport vehicles, along with others, were dispatched again.

The heavy snow was piled high, being steadily transported out.

The heavy snow puffed down, turning the world before their eyes white and bleak. Two people couldn’t see each other if they were three feet apart.

They were completely separated by the heavy snow.

Fang Che walked to an AreaWhereTheSnowHadn’tBeenShoveledAndChecked. The snow had alreadyreachedAboveTheKnees!

This was just a short while.

"Great disaster!"

Fang Che looked up at the sky and sighed. Facing such extreme weather, even the most powerful cultivator would be helpless.

The only way was to continuously use the most primitive methods to clear the snow.

The weather became increasingly cold.

The long night finally passed.

The heavy snow continued, and the area outside the city was already filled with snow, covering the ditches and leveling the rivers. However, the main roads leading to the Heavenly Capital had been cleared, with a path made.

On both sides, the snow piled up several zhang high, with a path in the middle. From a high vantage point, one could see that such paths numbered in the thousands!

Each path was several hundred miles long, connecting to towns outside the city and even mountain passes.

This was a grand project, and no one knew who did it.

But these roads were maintained, like lifelines.

Villagers in remote towns only needed to crossaLittleDistance to reach these lifelines and enter the HeavenlyCapital smoothly!

And... The HeavenlyCapital, after a roundofCleaning, Though only about six thousand to ten thousand people were killed, the available living space far exceeded this number.

After all, the dead were people of wealth and power... Their mansions were vast and boundless.

Now, these placeswere being quickly organized by the government and the Guardians.

Supplies were being stocked up.

Already, mountainVillagers were coming out, dragging their families through the snow, moving slowly. They stepped through knee-deep snow, struggling forward. But those in front already saw the broad road not far away.

"There’s a road! There really is aroad!"

He shouted, taking out a horn and blowingItVigorously.

Behind him, hornsAlsoSounded.

When the heavy snow began, they sensed something was wrong. As peopleWhoseLivesDependedonTheSky, they had an innate sensitivity to the weather.

Such heavy snow made many elderly people lose hope on the spot.

They knew that those outside the city, under such conditions, probablyHadNoChanceOfSurviving. Walking hundreds of miles in such snow was impossible. On the roads, the snowWouldBuryPeople.

And inside theCity, under Such Visibility, there would be little chance of rescue.

But at the moment of greatest despair, a voice suddenlySpokeUp.

"Go Out! There’s a road to the city! It’s already been cleared!"

Not just one person, but everyone heard it.

Thus, some people began to WalkHalfBelieving,HalfDoubting, because with the weather getting colder and the snow getting heavier, staying putWouldMeanOnlyDeath.

The heavy snow had only fallen for two hours, and already houses were being crushed.

The voice keptUrging, like a god’swhisper in their hearts, "Go out! There’s a road! It’s been cleared!"

When they finallyStartedWalking, after enduring great hardship, and saw the real road leading to the city, everyone erupted in wild cheers.

The horns continuously relayed the message, urging those behind, while those in front had already started walkingOnTheRoadToTheCity.

Under this mobilization, many mountain dwellers began to venture out.

Many villagers from the plains also started moving towards the towns.

The elders, who were usually the most reluctant to leave, took the lead in encouraging others to evacuate. When there was nothing to do, they were the ones who insisted on staying put.

It was hard to leave the land they had lived on for so long.

However, when faced with natural disasters and other calamities, they became more alert than anyone else, without a trace of wishful thinking like, "The snow will stop in a couple of days."

Having lived their entire lives, they only needed to glance at the unmoving clouds in the sky and sense the absence of wind to know that this snowstorm was surely bringing death!

So, they hurried to escape! They seized the time to flee! Wooden houses, stone houses, and caves were all unreliable.

With such heavy snowfall, even the chimneys used for heating would be instantly blocked! Roads stretched out in all directions.

Sun Wutian rushed through the air, village by village, to spread the news. Fang Che and the others were too busy to handle this task. But these villages... Sun Wutian had visited them all, and he had killed the evil-doers.

These were the people he had saved!

But Heaven was taking them away! That couldn't be allowed! Heaven had tormented him his entire life, and now that he wanted to save people and create peace, Heaven was still taking them away?

The old demon went mad.

And his battle intent soared.

He felt that he was now fighting against Heaven itself. He circled around the Celestial Capital, opening up paths and rushing from place to place.

The heavy snow poured down, but he was like a madman battling Heaven, continuously clearing the snow from the roads he had opened.

With the Supreme Divine Skill activated, he swept away the snow with a flick of his sleeve, leaving each road clean and clear.

The white-haired, gray-robed figure flickered like a ghost in the blizzard.

Watching the villagers from the mountains step onto the life-saving paths he had opened, Sun Wutian's eyes held a complex expression.

For those who couldn't escape and lay dying in the snow, he didn't bother with, leaving them to freeze to death or struggle on their own.

For those who managed to escape, he didn't pay them any more attention.

For those who insisted on staying in the mountains, he didn't interfere either.

He simply did his own thing, opening roads and spreading the news, then continuing to clear the paths.

He saw every small mountain village and rural town, from the east of the city to the west, and from the south to the north...

Sun Wutian traveled thousands of miles in all directions, and the area he covered kept expanding.

Looking down from above, the people on the roads resembled long dragons, and from high in the sky, they looked like groups of ants.

Sun Wutian's gaze was distant, flickering in the heavy snow.

He seemed to see again the towns he had destroyed, the small cities he had wiped out, and the villages turned into ruins...

In his palm, he held a small flying saber.

A tiny flying saber.

Icy cold.

The indifferent and detached gaze of the Fatal Flying Saber, the calm and peaceful face, and the mocking smile at the corner of his mouth reappeared before his eyes.

Sun Wutian's breathing grew heavier.

"Damn you, Heaven!" he exclaimed.

"I won't let you have your way! I won't let you have your way!"

After hovering in the air for a moment, he once again darted through the blizzard, clearing the snow-covered roads.

He swiftly cleared each and every road without missing a single one.

There were countless people, but he paid them no heed, disappearing in a flash.

In the blizzard, Fang Che stood outside the city, wearing a large cloak and watching the opened roads.

His eyes held a hint of gloom and complexity.

He saw the figure rushing back and forth in the wind and snow, single-handedly maintaining thousands of life-saving paths.

He even refused to let others help.

He specifically came to Fang Che and said, "Don't move!"

Then he continued with his work.

Did he consider himself a hero, not allowing a true demon like me to act? Was he afraid I'd tarnish his good intentions? Fang Che wondered.

But he also knew that even if Dongfang Sansan were here, he probably wouldn't be able to figure out what Sun Wutian was truly thinking.

Was it atonement? Absolutely not. Was it a pure defiance against Heaven? Not at all.

Was it out of guilt? Out of his original intentions? Or to make up for his past?

It seemed like all of the above, but none of them were entirely accurate.

Fang Che sighed softly, spun around, and decided to enter the city to command the relief efforts.

But in his mind, he often saw Sun Wutian with his gray clothes and white hair in the heavy snow, his defiant gaze, directed at Heaven, at the earth, or at people?

...

By noon, the snow was still falling, but most of the city had been organized.

Moreover, some large carriages had already gone outside the city to pick up people.

"From now on, we just need to keep clearing and melting the snow."

Yu Xiaoran, covered in mud, stood beside Fang Che and breathed a sigh of relief, "The roads outside the city were opened by Senior Fatal Flying Saber, right?"

Fang Che turned to look at Yu Xiaoran, "Yu Hall Master, you know quite a bit."

"Hehe."

Yu Xiaoran said, "Although my origin was damaged, and I could only come here to be a Hall Master, I am still a member of the Yu family. Hehe... even though I'm from a branch family."

"My apologies, Yu Hall Master," Fang Che said sincerely.

Most of the warriors with damaged origins were injured during the battle against the Only Righteous Sect.

In the world of martial artists, one's origin power rarely suffers damage, as those who could escape have already fled, and those who couldn't have likely perished on the spot, leaving little chance for origin power to be affected.

Thus, origin power is only damaged when one is outmatched in strength but must fight to buy time.

Everyone is well aware of this fact.

"This time, we have to thank Flying Saber."

Yu Xiaoran sighed, "My elders once instructed me that if I ever had the chance, I must offer a cup of wine to pay respects to Senior Flying Saber."

"I doubt there will be an opportunity."

Fang Che said.

"Yes. If Senior Flying Saber were to reveal himself, he would have likely become one of the leaders of the Guardians thousands of years ago."

Yu Xiaoran's voice was filled with reverence.

"If not for Senior Flying Saber, this time, the area around Celestial Capital would have lost at least tens of millions of lives to this heavy snowfall."

"Remember to keep this confidential," Fang Che reminded.

"Of course," Yu Xiaoran replied.

Looking at the snowflakes still falling heavily, it was no longer a 'heavy snow' but more like a 'pot lid snow.'

As they hit the snow-covered ground, they made a distinct 'pa-pa' sound.

"How long will this snow last, Elder Yu?" Fang Che asked.

"It's hard to estimate. We can only hold on!"

Yu Xiaoran's face was filled with bitterness.

Fang Che reminded him, "The situation outside the city is almost under control. Those who can't get out... well, they won't be able to."

"Now, the most critical area is inside the city. There are still many poor residential areas... If this continues for another two days, they won't be able to hold on either," Fang Che added.

"First, let's settle the situation within the city. As for those outside in the mountains who can't get out, we'll conduct search and rescue later," Yu Xiaoran said.

"We're already working on arrangements in this regard. What I'm concerned about now is... the civilians who were relocated from outside the city. Due to our recent reorganization, the best houses are now available... but the original residents within the city don't have such conditions. This is a huge contradiction."

"..."

Fang Che also had no better solution.

After all, the sense of injustice in people's hearts is innate.

For the city dwellers, this feeling was even stronger: After mobilizing so many times, you refused to enter the city! Now, at this critical moment, you've come, and you've even been allocated the best houses. We could never afford those houses in our lifetime, yet you refugees have moved in, and we even helped clean them up. Why is that fair?"

Yes, all disputes, dissatisfaction, and injustices in the world stem from these three words: Why is that fair?

But there's nothing anyone can do about it.

There's no perfect solution to this problem.

"These are matters for the officials and your duties in the grand hall."

Fang Che said, "I estimate that I'll be leaving soon..."

Yu Xiaoran suddenly burst into laughter, "The sooner you leave, the better!"

Fang Che was taken aback, "Elder Yu, is that... polite?"

"After you leave, we can use your name and say that all these arrangements were made by Team Leader Fang! If anyone has complaints, they can go find him... That way, there won't be any issues."

Yu Xiaoran laughed heartily.

"..."

Fang Che was stunned.

He couldn't help but curse, "Damn!"

But upon careful thought, this was actually a brilliant move!

Now, as long as Team Leader Fang's name is brought up, any problem can be resolved!

The same goes for this mass migration! No matter the consequences, Fang Che's name can suppress them all!

Moreover, even whispering behind his back will be rare.

"Then why don't you announce it now?"

"With Team Leader Fang still here, we all feel embarrassed!"

"You actually know what embarrassment is!"

Fang Che rolled his eyes.

"Isn't Team Leader Fang supposed to give a lecture at the Heavenly Mortal Martial Academy this afternoon?" Yu Xiaoran quickly changed the subject.

"With such heavy snow, the tens of thousands of teachers and students at the Heavenly Mortal Martial Academy would probably come out to help. The lecture this afternoon might have to be canceled."

"It... should be possible to cancel, right?" Fang Che asked.

Before he could finish, several figures appeared amidst the blizzard, "Is Team Leader Fang here?"

They were the leaders of the Heavenly Mortal Martial Academy, led by Qin Fengyun.

Fang Che was speechless, "I'm here."

"Team Leader Fang must be almost done with his tasks, right? Can we set off now?" Qin Fengyun asked.

"With this heavy snow causing disasters for the people, you still want to give a lecture?"

Fang Che frowned, looking at Qin Fengyun with dissatisfaction, "Chancellor Qin, is this appropriate?"

"Team Leader Fang might not be aware."

Qin Fengyun explained, "For the lecture this afternoon, the entire school's teachers and students have been working since the latter half of last night, dividing tasks and laboring in various directions. With eighty thousand teachers and students working tirelessly, the tasks at the Heavenly Mortal Martial Academy are almost complete."

"Now, everyone can take a well-deserved rest. After Team Leader Fang's lecture, they can also rest. Then, when we set off, it'll be just right, without any delays."

Qin Fengyun felt a bit nervous. For some reason, after Fang Che's frown and dissatisfaction, he suddenly felt uneasy, as if he had been scolded by his superior again.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but lower his head.

(End of Chapter)

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