Chapter 164: Love Shakes Heaven and Earth; All Things Mourn as Seven-Colored Flowers Bloom

Love moves heaven—clouds bring bitter rain, and all things grieve together…
Love shakes earth—crystals turn to stone, and seven-colored flowers bloom…
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As the light gradually dimmed, Liu Yi continued walking. Beneath the Weak Water, his steps were unusually slow; his vital energy had reached its limit, yet he still couldn’t overcome the obstruction of the Weak Water. It seemed the end was growing farther and farther away, as if it signified that they would be buried forever…
At that moment, a dragon’s roar awakened Liu Yi’s senses. He thought to himself, “How foolish—how could I forget about ‘Sorrowful Dream’?” After years of reflection, Liu Yi had gained a new understanding of the path of sword cultivation. Now, ‘Sorrowful Dream’ not only had a soul but also, with the addition of Dragon Flame, had developed a will of its own.
A blue light flashed before his eyes, and a sword instantly descended from above the Weak Water. Within that blue light was none other than the ‘Sorrowful Dream’ sword. The Weak Water surrounding the sword instantly dispersed to both sides, accelerating faster and faster, clearing a path for Liu Yi. He realized that Dragon Flame had tamed Dragon Ze, and now it was using Dragon Ze’s control over water to help him escape the Weak Water.
Liu Yi had now left the Weak Water and stood on the dry stones scattered on the bottom. He lifted July into the air and soared toward the edge of the black pool. As soon as he emerged from the Weak Water, a black sword flew up from the depths with a clanging sound, returning to its sheath embedded in the ground.
Liu Yi gently placed July on the ground. Having inhaled too much Weak Water, she was still very weak. As she gradually expelled it, her complexion began to improve…
Looking at July, Liu Yi shook his head and said, “You’re so silly. Why did you want to die?” Clearly, he understood her intentions. Although July’s ‘Lanelfina Qing’ was only at the ninth level, it was sufficient to keep her away from the Weak Water for now. Yet she hadn’t done so—obviously, she was deliberately seeking death.
July looked at Liu Yi but said nothing. He picked her up again, and the sword rose with him into the air. A gentle breeze quickly dried her clothes. Under the sunlight, she buried her head in Liu Yi’s arms once more, as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t bring herself to speak.
Holding July, Liu Yi said, “Promise me you won’t do such foolish things again, okay?”
July looked up at him and nodded softly. Who could understand her? Perhaps if she had died earlier, her pain would have ended. But why was she still alive now, continuing to endure that pain? To his words, she seemed powerless to resist, and to his requests, she seemed to respond only with nods.
They gently landed on the ground. This scene was all too familiar—it was the wooden cabin where they had lived for over a decade. It was their home, not warm but filled with a sense of happiness, not lacking love but burdened by lies.
As soon as she touched the ground, July pushed Liu Yi away and stepped back until she reached the courtyard covered with colorful stones. Suddenly, she asked, “Scholar, do you resent me?”

Liu Yi shook his head and said, “Why would you say that? How could I resent you?”
Qiyue replied, “It was all me who took away your martial arts skills, made you lose your memory, and brought you to this ruined world. Do you know that? Isn’t that in your memory?”
Liu Yi listened, smiled helplessly, and said, “I know, but I don’t resent you. On the contrary, I feel like I owe you so much…”
Qiyue continued, “So even now that you have the power to split heaven and earth, you still don’t leave, right? You’ve always been pitying me, staying in this world just because of me.”
Liu Yi listened to Qiyue’s words without saying anything. Qiyue wasn’t wrong—he could have split heaven and earth and returned to another world long ago. But for him, he owed Qiyue too much, so he kept hiding it, hoping to enjoy just one more happy day. What he didn’t expect was that Qiyue already knew he had regained his memory—and it was twelve years ago.
He could imagine how Qiyue had gotten through those twelve years. He knew the feeling of being deceived yet forced to pretend to be happy. He knew Qiyue’s nightmares had never left her in those twelve years. He knew many things, but… he didn’t know how to make amends. All he could do was continue to play the role of someone without memory, continuing to deceive her in lies.
Qiyue looked at Liu Yi and shook her head. “Do you hate me? I know. But over these twelve years, do you know how much my heart has hurt? For thousands of nights, all I could do was hold back my tears. I could only force a smile when facing you. Scholar, we’re both so tired. Let’s stop deceiving each other, okay?”
Liu Yi shook his head. “Qiyue… I don’t…”
Before Liu Yi could finish, Qiyue interrupted him, smiling bitterly. “Whether you hate me or not, I want you to know that with every time you call Jili’s name, my heart feels as if it’s been cut deep by a sword. Qiyue isn’t a great person, and my love is selfish. That heart, already full of wounds, is now shattered. We don’t need to deceive each other anymore. Go away. Go to your world. This place doesn’t belong to you.”
Liu Yi asked, “What about you?”
That question seemed to hit Qiyue’s pain point. She shook her head and said, “I… I will stay here, waiting for the stone flower to bloom into a seven-colored flower. Because that’s our promise. Then, I guess I’ll just keep getting older…”
Liu Yi remembered that promise—they made it when they entered this fairyland: to wait until their hair turned white, until they could go nowhere else, until the stone flower bloomed, until its seven-colored petals appeared…
Liu Yi shook his head helplessly. “Qiyue, that’s just a fairy tale. It doesn’t exist. Don’t be silly.”
Hearing Liu Yi’s words, tears gradually streamed down Qiyue’s face as she shook her head. “No, I know. I will definitely see that stone flower bloom. For me, life is already so painful. Isn’t it nice to have a fairy tale? Why do you have to destroy even that?”

Liu Yi was stunned for a moment. Yes, what had he done? July’s request was so simple—just a wish for a fairy tale. What was he doing? Why be so cruel as to deny her even that?

July looked at Liu Yi, tears streaming down uncontrollably. She closed her eyes and cried out loudly, “Heaven, do you have eyes? Can you see? July loves so painfully, July is so tired. I don’t ask for anything from you. I just want a fairy tale. Can you help me? If heaven truly has eyes, then please help me… help me!” By the end, her voice grew weaker and weaker until she squatted down, covering her face with her hands and crying loudly. Through her trembling voice, she kept repeating, “Help me.” Perhaps—she was too persistent.

The clear sky was instantly replaced by dark clouds. The once fine weather turned gloomy, suggesting rain was coming. Liu Yi said, “July, let’s go inside. Please stop talking about this. It’s going to rain outside.”

July didn’t say anything. She just continued to cry loudly, still repeating, “Help me, help me.” Eventually, she didn’t even know what she was saying—whether she hoped heaven would help her with her love or help her realize that fairy tale…

A thunderclap sounded, and rain poured from the sky like water pouring down. The heavy raindrops quickly soaked the clothes of the two of them. But Liu Yi felt something strange—why was this rain so bitter? So bitter! Perhaps not even the bitterest gall in the world could compare to it. A drop of this bitter rain made Liu Yi look up at the sky.

Then, another thunderclap shook the earth slightly, before everything returned to normal…

At that moment, the sword “Dance of the Moon” on July’s waist flew out of its sheath, creating a gust of wind. It flashed past Liu Yi and soared straight into the highest part of the sky. In the black clouds, it emitted a pink glow. The sword showed no sign of falling and continued to circle in the air. The pink glow spread further, and as it grew brighter, “Dance of the Moon” suddenly flew back, landing in front of Liu Yi with a whoosh. The two red gems on the sword continued to shine brightly.

July seemed to cry even harder, paying no attention to the sword leaving her side. But Liu Yi couldn’t help but look up at the sky. The pink glow gradually condensed into tangible words, appearing in the air:

“Love moves heaven; clouds bring bitter rain, and all things share sorrow…”
“Passion shakes the earth; crystals turn to stone, and seven-colored flowers bloom…”

The pink glow remained in the air, those twenty-two words lingering for a long time. Liu Yi’s heart was shaken by them. Suddenly, he remembered something and looked down at the small garden behind July…

Moved to the core, the crystals turned to stone, and colorful flowers bloomed. In an instant, all the various stones that July had collected over time lost their ugly appearance under the bitter rain, transforming into colorful crystals that reflected light from any angle. Gradually, green branches and leaves grew among those crystals, spreading rapidly and blooming into—colorful flowers.

What could Liu Yi say? What could he do? He could never repay July’s love, for his heart already belonged to Jilier. Yet, how could such a profound emotion fail to move him? He gently stepped beside July, took her hand, and said, “Come on, we’re like an old married couple—why make a fuss?”

July shook her hand off, wiped away her tears like a child, and said, “Who said we’re old married? I’m not even married yet.”

Liu Yi smiled and said, “Then let’s go inside and get married right now. How about that?”

July looked at Liu Yi and suddenly laughed, saying, “Oh, come on. I know you only have Jilier in your heart. Forget it. I’ve kept this buried in my heart for too long, that’s why I couldn’t help it. Now, forget what just happened. Pretend I never said anything.”

Liu Yi held July’s hand and said, “How can I forget? ‘Dance of the Moon’ was drawn for you, expressing the feelings of heaven and earth. I’m afraid I can’t forget.”

Only then did July notice that the twenty-two pink characters in the sky were especially bright and dazzling beneath the dark clouds!

Liu Yi continued, “Now you can come with me, right? The colorful flowers have bloomed. What more reason do you have?”

Hearing this, July turned around abruptly. Her eyes were blinded by the brilliance, yet she continued to gaze greedily at those flowers—each one with seven colors, each growing from a different colored well.

Liu Yi shook his head and said, “These aren’t ordinary things. But for you, they can bloom in the mortal world. Perhaps I don’t know how much pain you bear in your heart, but this sense of shared sorrow leaves one speechless before heaven…”

July tasted the bitter rain but smiled. Perhaps, compared to the pain in her heart, it was nothing but a drop in the ocean. She entered the small garden, plucked a colorful flower from a purple crystal, and as she did, the entire flower turned into crystal.

Purple—symbolizing nobility yet also loneliness. July’s choice was only purple…

Liu Yi looked at July and said, “Come back to the Three Realms with me. That’s our world. And… there’s still much to do.”

July looked at Liu Yi, nodded, and said, “Mm, okay. I’ll go inside and pack my things.” With that, she turned and walked inside.

Liu Yi slowly walked toward the open space, holding ‘Sorrowful Dream’ in his left hand and his right hand hanging naturally. As his emotions surged, ‘Lanelfina Qing’ was instantly raised to the thirteenth level—the level of world destruction: the Heart of Slaughter.

The sword blade emitted a tricolor glow. As more vital energy was infused into it, three dragon shadows appeared, swirling around it. Liu Yi swiftly drew his long sword, and three wild dragons instantly appeared at the edge of the sky. With a red glow, they soared from the heavens down to the earth. After the red light disappeared, the ground began to tremble, the sky tore apart, and a white light dispersed all the dark clouds around.

Liu Yi sheathed his sword and thought to himself, “Three of the Eight Deserts Divine Dragons have returned to their places. I wonder where the other five are. To find them, it seems to depend on luck. The hardest one should be the Dragon Spirit—no news has been heard in seven thousand years…”

At that moment, July had packed her belongings into a small bag and stepped out. She sheathed her ‘Dancing Moon’ sword. Looking at the crack in the sky, she seemed emotional. She had lived here for over a decade, and leaving really made her reluctant.

Liu Yi seemed to understand July’s thoughts and smiled, “We must face what has happened. If there’s no end, we must solve it, right? Avoidance isn’t the answer—it’s wrong for both me and you.”

July smiled and said, “Maybe, right? For me, it’s an attempt to escape reality, to lie to myself. For you, you dare to face it, while I end up holding you back…”

Liu Yi laughed and said, “Why do you still talk about this? If it weren’t for you taking me into this ‘Chaos Immortal Realm,’ how would I have seen myself clearly again? How would I have broken through to a new realm and split heaven and earth? For us, that wasn’t an end—it was a brand-new beginning. As for tomorrow, I don’t know what will happen, but I have the strength to take control. Even in sorrow and pain, I must face it.”

July seemed moved by Liu Yi’s words and nodded. “Okay, let’s go back.”

Liu Yi casually took July’s hand, leaped up, and flew straight toward the gap. Just as they were about to land, the ‘Sorrowful Dream’ sword steadied beneath their feet, emitting a black glow. The two flew back toward the cracked gap, toward the chaotic three realms.

In that white light, they couldn’t tell whether they were ascending or moving backward; they just kept moving through space. Eventually, they stopped in a beam of sunlight, surrounded by white clouds and villages with flowing water below. The wind blew past their ears, carrying the tenderness of September. Liu Yi asked, “We’re back. Where is this?”

July shook her head too. “Who cares where it is? We kept flying westward to Tianshan. We’ll know once we reach the Eternal City. Let’s go back quickly. When we left, Brother Wolf seemed very old and worried. I’m afraid something might happen. Thinking about it, half a month has passed in the three realms. I hope Brother Wolf isn’t under attack.”

Liu Yi nodded. “I think the Eternal City won’t be attacked for now. For the demons, the righteous path is the real enemy. Besides, your father knows my identity. Now that I’ve disappeared, the Eternal City is no longer his enemy. I think the demons’ focus should be on the righteous path now.”

July said, “Yeah. Brother Wolf must be overjoyed to know you’re back.”

Liu Yi smiled and said, “So are you happy?”
Ji Yue thought for a moment and replied, “Happy? As long as I’m by your side, I’m happy wherever I am. Really.”
Hearing Ji Yue’s words, Liu Yi wanted to say something but stayed silent instead. He smiled and said, “Then stand still. I need to speed up and test the speed of the flash…” With that, a black light vanished instantly from sight, flying straight toward the westernmost direction—the peak of Tianshan, the City of Eternity. Beneath the snow lay his warmth, at least the concept of eternity. After losing Jillier, he understood the meaning of eternity. Thus, the rise of the City of Eternity was a painful reminder of his imperfections.
The gears of fate continued to turn. He, the master of the demon realm, returned to this world once again, with Ji Yue by his side. Jillier also reappeared in these three realms, accompanied by Lan Ying. Everything just slipped away like this. Yet, since they were all in this world, they would eventually meet. How could this missed love, this suffering across three lifetimes, be resolved? What would happen when the white-haired Liu Yi saw Jillier again? Would she acknowledge him? No one could predict it. Only time would show whether missed love could be made up for or deceptive love could be uncovered…
All of this was written in the book *Cursed Love*. But Liu Yi had lost it on that island overseas, where it was taken by two little girls. Who knows if one day someone would reappear in these three realms with that book?
Meanwhile, the story of Liu Yi and Jillier continued slowly. The great wheel of fate, unable to bear loneliness any longer, began to turn through the years. Their sorrow was about to end with an exclamation mark above the sea of flowers.
Please stay tuned for Chapter 165: Snow in September, Tears of the Demon, a Heart Shattered.