Chapter 133: The Despair In Gu Changqing's Heart

Granny Tianwu collapsed to the ground, no longer stirring.

Above the nine heavens, that delicate, graceful figure slowly descended from the void and returned into the bronze ancient coffin.

She remained pale-faced, hands placed before her, long eyelashes unmoving, as quiet as ever.

A deathlike silence spread through the small courtyard, lingering for a long time with not a single sound……

“Granny Tianwu…”

After a long while, someone shouted. The Witch Clan members in the tribe rushed swiftly toward Granny Tianwu.

But the old woman had no sign of life left.

Her pupils were sunken, her body as if drained of moisture. What had been gaunt now looked like dry bones, skin shriveled like the bark of an old tree.

It was at the very moment that voice rang out.

Gu Changqing felt as if the heavens had collapsed in his chest!

He stumbled forward a step, a buzzing filled his mind, nearly causing him to fall.

“Qing’er……”

Gu Changqing did not move a step. He stood stunned, staring at the person in the coffin who remained as still as ever.

…

Outside the mirror.

At this moment, everyone’s eyes suddenly contracted.

“Granny Tianwu is dead?”

“The Unorthodox Empress wasn’t revived……”

At this moment, endless confusion and shock filled everyone’s hearts.

Clearly Bai Qing’er was presently alive here—if she didn’t revive this time, then how did she ever revive?!

Everyone found it hard to believe, utterly unbelievable!

At the same time.

When they looked at Gu Changqing, who stood motionless and stunned for a long time.

Everyone read the overflowing despair within the heart of that peerless Heavenly Emperor.

“Brother Changqing…”

Tears once again filled Bai Qing’er’s eyes.

She had thought she would be resurrected at this moment.

But she never expected that she didn’t get revived.

Over the years, Gu Changqing had swept through countless Forbidden Zones, endured innumerable dangers, constantly seeking chances in the world to resurrect his beloved. Now he had even sacrificed three parts of his refined blood. Only with great difficulty had he come to the Witch Clan and learned that this elderly woman there possessed the ability to reverse the dead back to life.

But this old woman lost her life just as she was about to succeed.

Bai Qing’er at this moment could hardly imagine how deep Gu Changqing’s despair must be!

…

Inside the mirror.

In the Witch Clan’s grounds stood a small burial mound.

Three days had passed since the Granny Tianwu’s death.

The Witch Clan members cremated the Granny Tianwu and buried her ashes in this burial mound.

Countless gazes were now focused on the man who stood before the tomb, motionless for a long time.

Three days had already passed.

The man bearing the bronze ancient coffin had stood before this tomb the entire time, never leaving, and had not shed a single tear over his beloved’s inability to revive.

Not even the expression on his face had changed in the slightest.

At one moment.

Gu Changqing bowed deeply toward the little tomb.

Afterward, Gu Changqing slowly turned and left, carrying that bronze ancient coffin on his back, a little dark sparrow perched on his shoulder. Thus, under the silent gazes of the Witch Clan, he slowly departed this shaman land.

That man who would later instill fear in countless powerful beings and Great Emperors seemed to have lost his soul, his expression dazed and mournful.

He walked step by step. No one knew where he intended to go.

“Ugh!”

Right at the moment he stepped out of the Witch Clan’s grounds.

The man who had not spoken for three days suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

His vision went black, and he fainted.

…

It was unknown how much time had passed.

Gu Changqing slowly awoke. He was lying across a pair of jade-like legs, and before his eyes was an exquisitely beautiful face.

“You’re awake?”

The little dark sparrow had transformed back into the Saintess and held Gu Changqing in her embrace.

She leaned against a large tree, with Gu Changqing’s head resting on her lap.

Gu Changqing did not speak. His gaze was endlessly complex and filled with profound sorrow.

At this moment.

Those outside the Bronze Ancient Mirror, when they looked again at Gu Changqing’s gaze, felt as if worlds had been bridged.

Those eyes were full of weariness and vicissitude.

“You slept for ten days. Are you… all right?”

This ancient Saintess of the Witch Clan, whose status was lofty to the heavens, now wore a somewhat bitter expression……

No one could understand Gu Changqing’s feelings at this moment better than she could.

In those years she had watched her lover die with her own eyes, watched his body be usurped, and with her own hand, she had to use the Human Book to suppress the lover who had been possessed by the Witch God.

Compared to Gu Changqing, she knew this man’s heart was in even greater pain.

After enduring innumerable hardships to resurrect his beloved, to see resurrection almost achieved only for hope to be extinguished again!

This giving of hope and its subsequent loss undoubtedly dealt a heavier blow.

“I’m fine……”

Gu Changqing only uttered the words faintly.

But in that voice there was nothing but bitterness and desolation.

At this moment he felt utterly drained of strength. His heart was filled with despair. The invincible will that had once fought fate seemed to sink into a weak river.

He felt a mountain of weight upon his shoulders, making it hard to breathe.

Gu Changqing simply slept like that, without another word.

The Saintess turned her head away, unable to bear looking at the man any longer.

…

Outside the mirror.

At this moment, the entire scene was silent.

Gazing at that man in the image, everyone’s eyes were moved.

They could not imagine just how desperate the Heavenly Emperor’s heart must have been then.

I’m fine.

His two light words—yet everyone could feel the exhaustion and boundless despair in those eyes.

Only Ye Chen, staring at Gu Changqing—who appeared to be getting closer and closer to the Saintess—felt a degree of nervousness.

Looking at it now.

The better the relationship between the Saintess and Gu Changqing, the less likely it was that she would abandon the Heavenly Emperor and leave now.

The Saintess comforted Gu Changqing as if she were an intimate elder to him.

It involuntarily set Ye Chen’s heart on edge.

“Have the people investigating the dark sparrow’s trail returned?”

He asked the cultivator behind him softly.

“Not yet.”

“Go at once! Mobilize the greatest forces, all of you go search together!” Ye Chen’s voice carried endless urgency.

Several cultivators hurried away from behind him.

Ye Chen fixed his gaze on the Bronze Ancient Mirror, on Bai Qing’er.

At this moment, the man chosen by the heavens felt his heart was filled with extreme unease.

This was a feeling he had never experienced before!