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From the moment he encountered the Four Beauties, the atmosphere was charged with tension. While Zuo Dao was busy with serious matters, they had wisely refrained from interrupting him. The others, aware of the potential danger, had already sensed the brewing conflict. Once Zuo Dao finished giving his orders, they quickly dispersed, eager not to fall behind.
Looking at the four "fierce" beauties before him, Zuo Dao shook his head to dismiss any inappropriate thoughts. They were indeed the Four Beauties, and he shrugged it off nonchalantly.
"You all carry on; I have something to attend to," Zuo Dao chuckled, attempting to slip away unnoticed. However, the Four Beauties had already surrounded him, as if they had anticipated his move.
Zuo Dao was mentally prepared for this situation; he just hadn't expected the Four Beauties to act so swiftly.
He didn't consider himself a gentleman or a romantic hero. With regard to feelings, he had always maintained a distance from all but Huang Xishi among the Four Beauties.
There were many things he didn't dare to think about. He felt a sense of guilt towards Huang Xishi, the woman who would risk her life for him. When he finally found her against all odds, he realized he had been too impulsive in matters of the heart.
Since he couldn't escape it, he decided to face it bravely. As he looked at the four women before him, their eyes filled with determination and desire, he found himself somewhat entranced.
"What are you thinking about? Silly boy," Huang Xishi said softly as she observed Zuo Dao's expression.
She herself was unsure of her feelings towards Zuo Dao. There was an innate sense that connected them in some mysterious way—a bond that transcended time and space, creating an inexplicable attachment.
In truth, there were several women Zuo Dao didn't care about at all. What kind of world was this? In the Great Celestial Domain, how many men who achieved Zuo Dao's level didn't have multiple women? If she truly cared, it would only be for a title.
Without proper recognition, words would hold no weight. That was the current situation. If their relationship had been clearly defined from the start, she wouldn't have to be here now among a group of women feeling jealous and competitive.
Zuo Dao was jolted back to reality by Huang Xishi's words and looked at her apologetically. Among them, perhaps she was the one treated most unfairly; if only he could have…
At this thought, Zuo Dao abruptly halted his train of thought. There were no "what ifs" in this world; too many "what ifs" were merely excuses. Having read enough fairy tales made him realize one thing: when something is left unresolved, it will inevitably lead to future troubles.
He didn't want to leave knowing that these people would be sad for him; he didn't want to leave knowing that they would still be waiting for him. People can be selfish, but such selfishness should not be built on the suffering of others. Otherwise, it is not selfishness, but shamelessness.
"Come with me," Zuo Dao said as he surveyed the Ladies. "There are some things you should know."
With that, he walked toward the house he had arranged for himself in Zhao Wang Village.
Huang Xishi did not ask why; she simply followed closely behind Zuo Dao the moment he turned. Feng Miaomiao didn’t think twice and trailed after Huang Xishi. In her eyes, Huang Xishi would always be her most revered senior sister.
Tai Shu Yun cast a cold glance at Zhao Yanwu before following suit.
Zhao Yanwu bit her lip, her gaze complex as she watched the backs of the Three Women. After hesitating for a moment, she stepped forward as well.
The Zhao Brothers and Chang He watched from a distance as one man and the Four Beauties moved ahead. The two kings of the Zhao Family felt a mix of emotions. After all, Zhao Yanwu was an extremely important relative to them, and although Zuo Dao was exceptional—so much so that they couldn't find a single flaw—seeing their granddaughter join others still stirred a hint of anger within them.
Only Chang He clicked his tongue at this scene.
"Truly powerful; no wonder they were chosen!" He remained blissfully unaware of the deadly glares from the Two Kings.
Once Zuo Dao and the others entered the room, he gently closed the door behind them. At the last moment before shutting it, he gave a helpless smile to the distant Zhao Clan's Two Kings.
The Ladies felt anxious, unsure of what Zuo Dao was planning to do.
"Please sit down; this was bound to happen sooner or later, and I understand what you're all thinking," Zuo Dao said as he found a seat for himself.
"That Daozi..." Zuo Dao had expected Zhao Yanwu to speak first, but unexpectedly it was Feng Miaomiao who broke the silence.
"Alright, Cat, stop talking and let me finish," Zuo Dao gestured to Feng Miaomiao to hold her words. Because right now, anything would only lead to everyone's embarrassment.
"I have something to show you first, and after you see it, I think you'll understand," Zuo Dao decided after a moment of contemplation.
"What you need to do next is to relax and not resist me," Zuo Dao scanned the Ladies once more.
Aside from Huang Xishi, who maintained her calm demeanor, the other three women revealed varying degrees of tension.
"You don't need to overthink it; just follow my lead," Zuo Dao said as he stood up and walked over to Huang Xishi. He leaned in slightly and asked, "Are you ready?"
Huang Xishi looked at Zuo Dao and gently nodded. Seeing her expression, Zuo Dao smiled faintly and placed a hand on her shoulder.
In the midst of the Ladies' puzzled and astonished gazes, Huang Xishi vanished without a trace.
"Are you all ready?" Zuo Dao asked the three women.
"Where did you take Sister Huang?" Feng Miaomiao exclaimed, her eyes wide as she leaned threateningly toward Zuo Dao.
Zuo Dao paid no mind to the overly dramatic beauty and simply raised his hand, dragging her into the Mirror Realm.
The existence of the Nine Monoliths was well-known among them, but their understanding remained superficial, limited to the Wangfeng Platform. Chang He, who knew the truth, would never reveal it.
Tai Shu Yun and Zhao Yanwu naturally assumed that Zuo Dao had summoned them into the Nine Monoliths, but once they entered, they realized it was an entirely different world.
"I know you may have some grievances against me, but I just want you to understand that I, Zuo Dao, am definitely not a heartless person." As the Ladies expressed their astonishment, Zuo Dao appeared beside them.
"I hope you all keep your mouths shut about what you are about to see."
Just as the Ladies were filled with questions, the scene before them suddenly changed, revealing a vast starry sky.
Familiar faces, many familiar faces—each one a recent Outer Sect Disciple. But there were even more unfamiliar faces and countless demons.
This was a battlefield, a region even broader than the Starry Battlefield. And one side of the conflict was led by Zuo Dao and the Heterodox.
Everything felt so real; if it weren't for Zuo Dao standing right beside them, she would have believed it was truly happening.
Although Zuo Dao had already known about this scene, seeing it again felt dreamlike. Even he, if not for his knowledge of the Mirror Realm, would have found it hard to believe.
On the battlefield, disciples of the Heterodox fought valiantly against their enemies, but they were overwhelmed like a tide. Not only were there immortals but also demons, along with some humans they had never seen before.
These opponents were incredibly powerful; a single punch could shatter a star. Every movement exuded immense strength. So powerful that even the watching Four Beauties felt threatened.
The war was fierce and brutal. One by one, disciples of the Heterodox fell. Familiar faces collapsed before their eyes, some even dissipating into the starry sky.
This was a Blood Sea, filled not only with the flesh and blood of Outer Sect Disciples but also with that of their opponents. Every Outer Sect Disciple in battle faced hundreds of foes.
The leaders of the Heterodox faced even more adversaries; even Zuo Dao was surrounded by dozens of figures that seemed overwhelmingly powerful to them.
In the end, every disciple of the Heterodox chose to self-destruct. Blossoms of blood erupted in the starry sky; it was a silent world. Yet the Ladies seemed to hear the shouts of everyone in their ears.
There was no retreat, only forward. In the distance, an enormous rift in space continued to spew forth enemies in an endless stream.
No one knew where this place was, and no one understood the cause of this war. However, the Outer Sect Disciples were fighting with their lives against the enemy.
"What you see is a scene that may occur in the future. This is a catastrophe. I don't know how to explain it; perhaps it is a dream, but it is also a possibility," Zuo Dao's voice echoed in their ears.
Only Zuo Dao knew that all of this was real. The revival of the Mirror Realm allowed him to glimpse a scene from the future.
Since acquiring the Mirror Realm, Zuo Dao had been tirelessly researching. Finally, he realized that with the Mirror Realm, he could traverse through the past, present, future, and even dreams. What lay before them was a reality of the future.
However, the Ladies were no longer interested in listening to what Zuo Dao was saying; their hearts were entirely focused on the scene unfolding before them.
Each fallen Outer Sect Disciple brought tears to their eyes, but their greater concern was for Zuo Dao.
The strength of the enemy had surpassed their imagination. Zhao Yanwu once thought that her two grandfathers were among the most powerful cultivators in the world. Yet compared to those fighting Zuo Dao, any one of them could easily annihilate her grandfathers.
With such a stark contrast, Zhao Yanwu finally understood the power of these individuals. Yet even this formidable group struggled against Heterodox.
The cost for Heterodox was heavy; entire squads were perishing, tipping the balance of battle toward the enemy. In their hearts, they had already accepted that they were Zuo Dao's women; anyone opposing Heterodox was seen as an enemy.
Everyone from Heterodox was engaged in battle, yet there was no sign of them on the battlefield. They began to feel anxious and started to doubt.
As more and more fell, Heterodox began to feel the pressure; personnel started to withdraw. The corpse beside Tang Fengyue—no, now it could be called an Immortal Corpse—was covered in wounds, and even Tang Fengyue herself had lost an arm but continued to fight.
Such scenes were numerous; each disciple of Heterodox fought with madness. They bathed in the blood of comrades and enemies alike.
This was a battle hymn of blood and fire, a tragic song of humanity, and a long song of defiance against the world.
The ladies were already in tears, not only for every fallen Outer Sect Disciple but also for Zuo Dao.
With each step, blood coughed up, and with each swing of the sword, the world trembled.
What terrified them was the massive wound on Zuo Dao's chest; they could even see the powerful heartbeat within.
"Enough, enough! Don't continue!" Huang Xishi cried, wanting to rush forward but was stopped by an invisible barrier. Feng Miaomiao and the others were also crying out, pressing against that unseen shield.
The hero's curtain fell.
Zuo Dao did not let them see the conclusion, but they knew how it would end in front of the tide of enemies.
After Zuo Dao sent them out of the Mirror Realm, the Four Beauties had no words; they simply gazed at Zuo Dao with deep affection.
In that instant, Zuo Dao understood their meaning.
You do not betray me; I do not betray you. If love is everlasting, life and death shall follow.
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