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This donghua is adapted from the novel "Zhu Xian" written by Xiao Ding

ZHU XIAN Immortal Executioner

Episode 26

The Heavenly Tribulation

has a third layer!

What?

Oh, no.

Amitabha.

Amitabha.

May I alone

dispel this vast Heavenly Tribulation.

Master!

I'll aid you!

Master!

Master!

Is this

how my life ends?

Xiaofan.

Xiaofan.

Is all this

what you desired?

All these years,

you've endured much suffering.

Right.

Much suffering.

Much suffering.

Let's go home.

Go home?

Xiaofan,

let's go home.

Go home?

Hmm.

The past cannot be mended.

But the future

remains within reach.

Life's journey stretches long.

Its trials and sorrows are only known

to the traveler.

Abandoning now

might bring fleeting relief.

Yet my debts in this world

are far too many.

How could I

sever these bonds?

Even if the so-called heavens reject me,

obliterate my cultivation,

and destroy my body,

they can never be erased from my heart.

Joy and sorrow,

as well as partings and reunions

are all part of my life.

I'll keep walking step by step.

Is that you?

Within the vast cosmos,

I remain simply myself,

Zhang Xiaofan!

You've truly ascended higher.

Very well.

I'll lend aid this once.

Patron Zhang.

Disciple Lu Xueqi of Xiaozhu Peak,

do you admit your guilt?

I...

You prioritized personal feelings

and allowed the Monster of Devil Sect to wreak havoc,

causing the breakage of the Zhuxian Sword.

Do you admit your guilt?

I

have failed our sect.

I submit to your punishment, Master Daoxuan.

Xueqi.

Do you know

why this blade is named Tianya?

Master.

Eight hundred years ago,

Master Kuxin forged this sword from empyrean iron.

It cut thunder and stilled winds,

thus embodying the sword intent.

With the heart as its scabbard,

it purged evil from the world.

Ever since then, Tianya has acknowledged the pure heart,

not master.

Since inheriting this sword,

I haven't heard its resonance.

Until the day I met you,

I realized the one it awaited

was you.

Tianya yields only to the purest and most resolute heart.

By wielding Tianya,

one can sever worldly illusions.

That day,

wounded by Zhuxian Sword, the beast demon fled.

The righteous sects are weakened.

If that demon survives

and returns,

I fear...

This is precisely my concern.

Our sect's defenses are depleted.

To avoid the cult's plots,

all peak masters must remain in the sect.

I propose

dispatching elite disciples

to track the beast demon.

Then we can make plans

based on our findings.

I, Lu Xueqi of Xiaozhu Peak,

request to go.

I also wish to go.

Senior Daoxuan...

Amitabha.

Master.

This journey is exceptionally perilous.

If any harm comes to you,

I...

If I stand by now,

what purpose does my daily cultivation serve?

Have you truly decided?

I've committed wrongdoing,

making the Zhuxian Sword break.

Only by eliminating the scourge for our sect

can I begin to atone for my sins.

Very well.

Go then.

Just remember,

never fail the people

or the sword's resonance.

Your temple's treasure, the Wordless Jade Wall, is ruined.

My heart remains troubled.

The Wordless Jade Wall

aids cultivators in their practice.

Its essence lies precisely

in the word of aiding.

The Jade Wall is sentient.

It chose to rescue you from peril.

Why should we cling to gain and loss?

My decision at that time

remains without regret.

You needn't mind it.

Your magnanimity

humbles me.

I came

to bid you farewell.

Since you wish to depart,

you must have resolved your path.

But having attained enlightenment,

why not see through worldly attachments

and join our Buddhist order?

Your guidance

makes me profoundly grateful.

Yet what I've comprehended

isn't disillusionment with the world.

For me,

worldly passions

remain impossible to sever.

Master,

mortals dwell in the world.

Worldly entanglements

make up our mortal journey.

If I constantly see through

and let go of everything,

will I

still remain the same?

Amitabha.

Since you've found your own path,

I'll press no further.

All partings must come.

But worldly changes

pale before the fleeting sparks

of my heart.

The waning moon hangs in the long night, clouds veiling the stars

Empty mountains, withered grass all gone

The western wind brushes sorrow across a thousand miles

Bamboo shadows ripple on emerald peaks

Pour a drifting cup, asking heaven and earth

How can one escape fate?

Even with temples grayed by hardship, I never let go

Smoke rises from the hearth of the bamboo dwelling

Where can I seek and find it?

Half a life adrift, always a traveler against the tide

All in vain

Love and hate, sorrow and joy—all are fated

Dreams return to the past

The scene remains, the people have changed—silent, I stroll the old woods

Though the tribulations have passed

The wound in the heart still will not heal

When will I return home?

Where can I seek and find it?

Half a life adrift, always a traveler against the tide

All in vain

Love and hate, sorrow and joy—all are fated

Dreams return to the past

The scene remains, the people have changed—silent, I stroll the old woods

Though the tribulations have passed

The wound in the heart still will not heal

When will I return home?

Though the tribulations have passed

The wound in the heart still will not heal

When will I

return home?