Heart Survey

Chapter 2785 Moving into a Home (Bonus for all readers who support this book)

"Such beauty... I feel pity for her!"

"So much rotting flesh has turned to mud, so much regret remains unknown. You are still here whole, with no worries about food or clothing, enjoying endless pleasures. What is there to be sad about?"

"Your parents gave you life, like yesterday's branches. Those who love you are flesh and blood, like cutting on a knife. What is there to regret? Kneel down! If you dare to hurt this face, I'll make you wish you were dead."

gurgling, gurgling...

Countless thoughts, like dense bubbles, burst one after another, exploding and leaving you covered in filth!
"If I were the Great Sage..."

"...Now I am the Great Sage!"

Shu Xiulang suddenly opened his eyes—his muscles were smooth and his veins were clearly defined; he had a near-perfect physique.

But in his eyes, his body was so ugly and dirty that there were mud stains that could not be washed off.

He reached out and rubbed, rubbing desperately, rubbing off the blood and mud, breaking the skin and flesh, rubbing until he saw the bone... but he saw that even his bones were stained with old dirt!

It can never be completely cleaned...

Blood and tears streamed from his eyes, the blood seemingly washing away his pain and cleansing his mind, causing him to suddenly awaken in the biting cold.

Before me was clear water, and a few specks of moss clung to the clean well walls.

The water from the underground river meandered here, irrigating the three living eyes hidden beneath the surface—

Bubbles appear from this, and so does the gurgling sound. Memories also emerge in this way.

He covered his face, finally able to settle down and, amidst the gentle swaying of the water, re-examine his soul.

Those painful memories are clearly in the past, so why can't I get over them?
It turned out that he had become so weak that he could no longer protect himself or his dignity.

He remembered everything...

The peerless celestial demon, Qiu Yurong, had his long night's torch suddenly extinguished by the central moon.

She created the sacrificial demons, became a sacrificial demon herself, and was ultimately sacrificed to the demon race. Her death was not a withering away, but a liberation.

At that time, Shu Xiulang hung his broken body on a branch, trying to delay Ji Shouyu's steps and make Qiu Yurong's farewell more perfect, but he was easily shaken off.

His suffering and his complete death were no longer enough to deter Ji Shouyu's entire army from defending their position.

He thought he had done his duty in this life. But fate had other plans, and he could not die.

Since that phoenix-winged gilded halberd hadn't completely annihilated him, he had no reason to die. Just as Qiu Yurong said she had no right to die meaninglessly... what right did he, Shu Xiulang, have to be freed?
In the [Star Abyss Formless Brahma Realm] where he faced all the heavens, he underwent the most thorough tempering. After a fierce battle that burned everything, only a dying body remained.

In the [Heaven of Refining Nature and Laws of All Qi] where the Dao is refined and merged with the world, he was almost refined into the Dao and was moved by all Qi. When the tail rainbow of his fall was recorded as the first meteor in the Divine Firmament World, he was in fact a part of the Divine Firmament World!

He sensed something in the darkness—

Right here in Jinzhou Yuzhou, there is a crucial cause and effect that could influence the fate of Shenxiao.

The Divine Firmament Great World is essentially closer to the demon race. Even though the Jing Kingdom has killed Yao Zhen God Lord and Mu Chu has taken control of Yao Zhen Heavenly Sacred Palace, it has not been able to completely rewrite the demon race's previous groundwork... Therefore, there is such an important hint in the dark.

He managed to escape the net, and with his last strength concealed himself... his consciousness sank, and he fell to the Western Continent.

I woke up today.

Scooping up a handful of water from the well, the naked Shu Xiulang stands upright, his form empty and round.

The water I cupped in my hands was like a deep pool, its surface as smooth as a mirror. A point of light reflected in the mirror appeared as the moon's reflection in the water.

The messages he missed during this period of slumber rippled in the moonlight and seeped into his eyes.

Time sequence alignment... Demon Emperor battles Jing Emperor... Jing army pacifies Choulongdu... The Divine Firmament War enters its second round...

He watched in silence.

The Divine Firmament Grand Opening... Nations of the modern world enter, major sects enter... all races of the heavens enter...

Thanks to the tireless efforts of the heavens, the development of the Divine Firmament World has been progressing rapidly. It lags behind the modern world only in cultivation; in other aspects of life and enjoyment, it is catching up.

Humans in this world need not yearn for home. Even the divine beings of the heavens cannot escape being near humans.

Within the two realms, the armies of the modern human race stood tall and unyielding. Across the four continents and five seas, the influence of the modern human race spread far and wide. The dominant powers quickly became the "hosts," with disciples from various large and small countries and sects taking turns to come to Shenxiao for training. Demon slaying, monster elimination, treasure hunting, war... all kinds of tasks converged on the "Shenxiao Jade Decree" jointly promoted by the six dominant powers. When Dao merits were settled each month, sparkling lights, like a meteor shower streaking across the sky, were called "Jade Dew."

The human race has now begun to explore the Divine Firmament Great World as a secret realm!
Of course, the "Golden List of Myriad Realms," shared by the Allied Forces of the Heavens, also mobilized the power of all races of the heavens to the greatest extent possible. Those tribes of the heavens who remained on the sidelines in the first round were gradually brought into the Divine Firmament.

The gold dust sprinkled during the "Golden List of Myriad Realms" settlement of divine merits is called "Golden Glow".

In the present world of Shenxiao, there are all kinds of races and strange things are not uncommon.

What Shushuro saw was a more crucial point—

The two major forces are using missions to mobilize their own resources as much as possible, suppress the other's progress, and accelerate their control over the Divine Firmament World... On this vast chessboard, amidst endless variables, different pieces are used to influence the final outcome. This is another game of the Heavenly Evolution Game!

This is an extreme test of computing power.

Can Chan Jingmeng still hold on?

Shu Xiulang focused his mind and returned the intelligence he had gathered to Jin Zhou Yu Zhou.

His most important task right now is to find the cause and effect that he senses in the darkness and shift its influence on the fate of Shenxiao to the side of the demon race.

Qingrui City... Shuangyun County... Changchun Wood Clan... Sea Clan True King Niannu Xing... Botou City... Yellow River Chief Gong Weizhang!

found it!
He shines with the light of humanity, is lifted up by the torrent of humanity, and stands at the forefront of the times... He is the leading figure of the new generation in Jing Kingdom and the pride of humanity.

Isn't this the key person?

Would killing him sever the future of the Jing Kingdom, rewrite the situation in the Jin Zhou Yu Continent, and thus affect the entire Shen Xiao war?
Did the Emperor of Jing make a crucial move against him?

Even disregarding the hints from the Divine Firmament World.

Before Gong Weizhang, the Yellow River leader single-handedly fought two great saints, slaying the Demon Emperor and chasing away Tiger Boqing. As the Yellow River leader of the new era, Gong Weizhang may have an even more dazzling future. If he is allowed to grow stronger, wouldn't he become another swordsman who can traverse countless worlds?
Shushuro had already made up his mind to take action, but remained silent in the well.

Of course, he first needed to ascertain Gong Weizhang's whereabouts, and then observe the changes throughout Shuangyun County... striving to strike with absolute certainty.

Over the past year, his recovery has been slow, and he can no longer be called a saint. However, unleashing the ultimate combat power of the Divine Firmament World Supreme is still not a problem.

Gong Weizhang's current cultivation level is the Dongzhen realm.

With the ultimate skill to kill Dongzhen, there will be nothing lacking.

Even so, we must plan carefully and consider all possible variables.

As a prodigy on whom the human race's hegemonic nation placed high hopes, and now he has stepped forward to take charge of the Divine Firmament War... Gong Weizhang must have many ways to protect himself.

Since he, Shu Xiulang, was going to take action, he wanted a definite outcome. He had to crush the egg with a mountain, leaving no room for error. He would not be careless in the slightest, allowing this "destined" human prodigy any chance of escape.

Tick-tock!
A jujube fell into the well.

A plump squirrel lay on the well's edge, its eyes wide with terror.

That's three days' worth of energy!

I came all the way to the well, hoping to replenish my energy with the sweet well water, but I tripped and the mouse flew away with the dates.

Its eyes were only on a pool of clear water. The jujube had clearly hit the squirrel on the head, but the puppet squirrel's senses only saw the floating jujube and the ripples.

"Stupid mouse, stupid mouse!"

A kingfisher flew by, chirping and laughing mockingly.

"You little stinky chick! I'm a squirrel!" the big squirrel cursed, stretching out its little paws to rummage through its saved-up food in its belly pouch, but it exhausted its energy in this final outburst.

"Squirrel...click-click...squirrel..."

Its huge, fluffy tail couldn't hold up the weight, and it fell into the well with a thud.

It landed in a clean, white palm.

A faint smile played in Shushuro's eyes; in his entire life, he had never experienced a moment of leisure. Nor had he ever seen such an adorable puppet squirrel.

That kind of "cuteness" is not a strategy followed according to existing designs, but a kind of spirituality that emanates from nature.

Can the combination and creation of objects give birth to a true soul?

The novel experience brought a moment of peace to his weary heart.

To express his gratitude for this moment, he decided to preserve the large squirrel. Perhaps he would hold it in his hand, or perhaps he would keep it as a pet in the forest.

But for this "theater house," this outstretched hand is indeed a "disturbance."

Like ripples spreading across well water, external objects disrupt the stillness within the well.

The entire "Opera House" was created by the Xi siblings. All the plants, flowers, birds, and even the flowing wind and falling leaves together create a harmonious order.

The hand that shouldn't have been in the well disrupted this order.

Of course, he no longer needed to hide.

The kingfisher, which was flying swiftly through the air, suddenly stopped, and the cry for help, "The stupid mouse has fallen into the well!" also came to an abrupt halt from its beak.

The purple moss in the cracks of the bluish-gray stone slabs in the courtyard instantly lost its luster.

A wet, demonic shape appeared on the moss.

This great demon is so beautiful!

Her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, her arms were long and her waist was slender. Her long hair was like a cascading satin, her skin was like snow, and her appearance was pitiful.

Moss appeared on the brick for no reason, turning it into a dressing mirror for a beautiful woman.

Wooden and ceramic figurines, carved from wood and placed between the eaves and treetops, appeared in rapid succession, like arrows released from a bow.

The sharp, whistling sound was like tearing silk.

The Peach-Holding Boy threw out a fiery peach that swelled in the wind, the intense heat of the flames shining through its skin. In an instant, it expanded to its limit and was about to burst open!

A dozing raccoon rose from the clouds, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, transforming into a ferocious tiger.

The gentle breeze that brushed against the curtains also howled with the chill of winter. The sunlight that fell on the silk robe suddenly transformed into sharp, piercing arrows of light!
What a blessed abode of the gods has been transformed into a wicked prison in the mortal world.

Every flower and blade of grass reflects the heart of the whole family. Every brick and tile embodies a drop of affection.

This abandoned and renovated mansion, standing tall in the heavens, soothed two wandering souls.

The desire to "protect this home" that the Fate had poured into him preceded the Fate himself in launching an attack against the intruders!
Shu Xiulang merely glanced at him.

Arrows of light scattered, scattering gold in the clouds. The chilling wind turned warm, transforming into a spring breeze!

The fire peach was frozen on the verge of exploding, and the peach-holding boy had already cracked open, revealing clear wood grain.

The ferocious tiger, having lost its claws and teeth, was blown away by the sudden, gentle spring breeze, leaving only its tiger skin hanging on the jujube tree...

Outside the office building, the languid, sleepy actor suddenly stood up in horror!

Who emerged from the ancient well?

The unfamiliar powerful figure's gaze was enough to make his home seem utterly foreign!
All security measures in this mansion have become ineffective.

The bright and clean control room was instantly sealed off, and the room rapidly sank hundreds or thousands of feet. The puppeteer, Xi Xiangyi, was immersed in his own world, oblivious to everything else, when he was quietly transported away.

He leaped out of the room!

"Who dares to trespass into this theater! Haven't you heard the saying, 'A good friend offers wine, but an unwelcome guest meets with misfortune'?!"

Did the Jing Kingdom make a direct move? Did Jiang Zhaoyuan not want to give them even the slightest chance? Or was it one of the various heavenly tribes that coveted the mechanical arts possessed by Xi Xiangyi?

His suspicions were numerous but couldn't be put into practice, yet the immense sense of crisis almost overwhelmed his intuition.

The opponent was too strong, so strong that even with 33,000 thoughts flashing through his mind in an instant, he couldn't devise a way to fight back.

As the leader of the Thousand Machine Tower, he is widely recognized as a powerful being of divine renown.

Almost instantly, Xi Ming arrived in the backyard, landing before the ancient well. His body was bent like a bow, his fist like an arrow already released from a bowstring—

He punched Shushulang in the palm.

He wove a light blue brocade robe with the cool well water, which made him even more charming.

His left hand was held out horizontally in front of his abdomen, with a small squirrel clay figurine perched in his palm. His right hand was extended forward, casually grasping the fist of the playful man.

A sudden gust of wind whipped up his long hair.

Clatter, clatter!

Starting with his fist, the cracks, like a coiled rope, rapidly spread across Xi Ming's body. In an instant, he became a riddled corpse, falling onto the gray bricks and moss.

Shu Xiulang's eyes weren't on the play's fate, but rather fixed on the earth's core—

The machine room, which had already disappeared thousands of feet underground, returned at an even faster speed, as if the all-encompassing earth had spat it out anew.

Only when the opera singer was completely absorbed in the play did he come to his senses from the drastic changes that could no longer be concealed, and discover the upheaval in the "Opera House".

"Is there always a rule about first come, first served?"

"If it is a cuckoo occupying a magpie's nest, then it will move into the house and make it its home

"You're the ones who broke into my home."

He said indifferently, "But the decoration is to my liking—stay and make utensils for me, and you can live."

2025 is coming to an end.

Qing He Yi Shen is a useless author who often sits around all day without any results, a deadbeat who never leaves the house and is out of touch with the times. But he was fortunate enough to write this story and to meet some wonderful readers.

Even with so few updates, everyone has given us all the support they can.

The seventh book on Qidian History, "The Battle of a Thousand Alliances," and the tenth book on Qidian, "Six Out of 6"... These achievements are not my own, but all thanks to you all.

The story of "A Loyal Heart Soars Through the Heavens" is a difficult one.

I simply picked it up from another world, brushed away the dust of time, and it is you who made this story shine.

This extra chapter is added as a token of my gratitude.

What I wrote was not much, but what I felt was profound.

These words carry my heartfelt sentiments; I only wish you to know them.

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(We'll stop here because we're going out for dinner tonight.)
(Happy New Year in advance! The next chapter will still be on Friday.)