Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

Xiang Yu looked at Hu Qing deeply, reached out to wipe the blood stains on his clothes, then looked at Hu Qing and the other man and said:

"Didn't you ask me when I was teleported here? When I was at Gaixia."

Hu Qing's mind focused. The siege of Gaixia was when Xiang Yu was defeated and committed suicide. Thinking of this, he looked at Xiang Yu with some admiration.

Noticing Hu Qing's gaze, Xiang Yu heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the battles on the stone platforms below, and said:

"You really do know. Can you tell me when it happened?"

"It was 2024. King Xiang committed suicide in 202 BC. There is a difference of almost 2,200 years between us." Hu Qing replied.

Gu Yang, who was healing his wounds on the side, raised his head and looked at Xiang Yu in shock. Such a mighty man was actually forced to commit suicide. How powerful must his enemy be?

"After more than two thousand years, alas, it's nothing but a piece of yellow earth. Then what dynasty did you live in? Who was the emperor?" Xiang Yu turned around and asked curiously.

"We have no dynasty, no emperor, only a republic." Hu Qing told Xiang Yu roughly what he knew, and his face flushed and he couldn't stop being happy.

Gu Yang saw that the battle below was almost over and said quickly, "Can you hurry up? It will be over soon."

Hu Qing glanced down and saw that two of the stone platforms already had owners. He said:

"Then King Xiang, please tell me how this was transmitted?"

"Okay, my two friends, do you know that I was once the King of Western Chu!" Xiang Yu's voice became low, with a barely perceptible tremor.

"I once owned the world, but in the end I lost it all."

He recounted his past word by word, and every word seemed to be dug out from the depths of his heart, stained with blood and tears.

"I witnessed my beloved wife, Concubine Yu, committing suicide. At that moment, my heart seemed to be torn apart."

His voice suddenly rose, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes. "She chose that path in order not to drag me down. I... I failed to protect her."

A tear flashed in Xiang Yu's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and continued:

"I arrived at Gaixia and saw the Wujiang River. I thought of the people of my hometown and the brothers who died beside me. They all trusted me, but in the end, I still failed."

His voice gradually deepened, filled with deep remorse, as he slowly spoke, "The local headman advised me to recuperate and make a comeback, but I can't bring myself to face the elders of Jiangdong again. So I'm going to commit suicide to apologize and put an end to this."

He paused and took a deep breath, as if recalling the thrilling moment.

"Unexpectedly, a piece of gravel fell from the sky and knocked me unconscious."

A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. "When I woke up, I found myself in this world."

Xiang Yu looked down at the sleeping Wang Yuanming and said, "It's all thanks to him that I was taken in. The Wang family has a strict family tradition. This kid is determined to become the head of the Wang family, but it's not that easy.

I have lived with him for twelve years and have long regarded him as my own child."

Hu Qing listened quietly, his eyes full of sympathy and understanding.

He knew Xiang Yu's past and his pain.

He did not interrupt Xiang Yu, but just listened silently.

Xiang Yu continued, "In this new world, I am trying to find my place, trying to make sense of it all."

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, "But I can never forget the past, I can never forget those brothers who sacrificed their lives, and I can never forget Yu Ji."

He raised his head and looked at Hu Qing and the other man, and said, "But later I found my direction, which is to help him get what he wants and then leave this world peacefully.

But I didn't expect this day to come so soon. I can give you the Sacred Artifact fragment, and I don't need your trade fragments, but I just hope you can help me keep it a secret from him."

Hu Qing and Gu Yang exchanged a glance. Gu Yang saw that Hu Qing was seriously hesitant, so he stepped forward and said:

"Don't worry, we keep our promise. I just don't know how you can cancel the contract of this holy weapon."

After hearing this, Xiang Yu laughed out loud and picked up the Tianlong City-Breaking Halberd beside him. Gu Yang was so scared that he quickly raised the Soul-Devouring Blade and held it in front of his chest.

"It's okay, I believe in Xiang Yu's character, put down the knife!" Hu Qing said lightly, his eyes still fixed on Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu didn't pay attention to Gu Yang's actions, but gently stroked his fingers across the halberd. Every scratch on it carried a memory of blood and fire.

He remembered that every time he swung the halberd, it was accompanied by the enemy's wailing and splattering of blood.

But now, this halberd is no longer a sharp weapon on the battlefield, but a witness to the past.

He took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the memories into his chest, then he suddenly raised the Tianlong Breaking City Halberd and smashed it hard to the ground.

Once, twice, each impact seemed to hit the wheel of history, making a dull echo.

The tail of the halberd soon cracked, revealing the wooden box inside.

Hu Qing and Gu Yang stood aside, watching the scene intently.

Both of them were curious about what was in the box that was worth Xiang Yu wasting a peerless weapon on.

A trace of nostalgia appeared on Xiang Yu's face. He reached out and took out a white metal sword the size of a palm from the cracked wooden box.

Although the sword is small, it exudes a breathtaking chill, as if even the air around it is frozen.

"This is the Chixiao Sword." Xiang Yu's voice was low, with a barely perceptible tremor.

Hu Qing and Gu Yang exchanged surprised glances. Hu Qing had heard of the legend of this sword, but he didn't expect it to really exist, let alone see it here.

Gu Yang was marveling at the power of this sword. It was obviously of the same level as the King Sword in Hu Qing's hand, and was also a rule-based spiritual treasure.

Xiang Yu continued, "This sword can sever all contracts in the world, but it will shorten the lifespan of the wielder. We still have one chance. It was with this sword that young Liu Bang severed the ties between the Qin Empire and the country, ultimately leading to his successful uprising."

There was a hint of complex emotions in his words, including nostalgia for the past and helplessness towards reality.

It seems that the power of this sword is a double-edged sword, which can bring victory but also sacrifice.

Gu Yang couldn't help but ask, "Then how did you get this sword?"

Xiang Yu smiled slightly, with a hint of self-mockery in his smile: "After Liu Bang killed the big snake, I sent someone to take away this sword.

I thought, with it, I could change history. But in the end, I failed.”

After Xiang Yu finished speaking, he came to the cushion, holding the Chixiao sword tightly in his hand.

The sword body glowed with a faint red light, as if it still retained the dominance and majesty of the past when it slew the white snake.

His eyes were complex, showing both nostalgia for the past and a hint of determination.

The power of this sword is about to be exhausted, and he will disappear in the long river of history with this last sword.

Hu Qing stood not far away, his eyes filled with pity and sadness.

He looked at Xiang Yu. Although this was what they had to do, he still felt a little uncomfortable facing someone from the same world.

Gu Yang clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with respect for Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu took a deep breath, slowly raised the Chixiao Sword, and pointed the tip of the sword at his dantian.

This sword strike not only ended his own life, but also changed Wang Yuanming's fate.

His eyes were firm, without the slightest hesitation.

"Xiang Yu, do you really want to do this?" Hu Qing's voice trembled. He retreated a little, unable to accept such an outcome.

Xiang Yu did not answer, but smiled slightly, that smile contained too much relief, and said:

"I don't blame you. The sinner Xiang Yu died a long time ago and is nothing but an empty shell. This sacred artifact belongs to you. I hope you won't embarrass Wang Yuanming."

He closed his eyes, and the tip of the sword gently touched his dantian. An invisible force began to gather at the tip of the sword.

The light of the Chixiao Sword became brighter and brighter, and the entire stone platform was enveloped by this light.

Xiang Yu felt his vitality slipping away bit by bit, but his heart was unusually calm.

He thought of Yu Ji, the brothers who followed him to fight on the battlefield, and the people of his hometown, their smiles, their tears, and their expectations.

"Yu Ji, here I come." Xiang Yu muttered in his heart, and the tip of the sword suddenly pierced into his dantian.

Hu Qing closed his eyes. He didn't dare to look, nor did he want to look.

With this sword, Xiang Yu will no longer exist.