[The End of the Nation] Chapter Seven: A Fleeting Dream

The air was cold, the sky gray, and Gaixia was shrouded in white fog.

Within the ethereal white mist, a pair of red lights moved swiftly, like blood-red gems. A man and a horse

emerged from the fog; a pair of strong, blood-stained hands gripped the reins tightly. Man and horse leaped over low-lying areas

, high slopes, and valleys.

A dozen arrows pierced the horseman's chest, abdomen, and back, unnoticed.

Blood flowed from numerous deep wounds on the horse, yet it continued to carry its master to where he wanted to go.

Man and horse were once again swallowed by the white fog, searching urgently. In every place they passed,

groups of wounded soldiers appeared, their faces showing anxiety, sorrow, regret, and complex emotions. They appeared

behind the man and horse, watching, seeing them off, lingering, reluctant to part, hesitant.

A rare glimpse of the cold moonlight through the greyish-white mist illuminated a man and horse leaping over a cliff. The man

wore crimson armor studded with arrows and dripping with blood, his fiery eyes searching ahead. His powerful hands gripped

the reins holding his beloved weapon, the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd. The magnificent black steed neighed and turned back intermittently, continuing to carry

its master at breakneck speed.

"Clop clop clop clop..." The horse's hooves pounded across grass, puddles, hills, canyons, and boulders.

The wind blows, blows in all directions, and I stand alone in the center. The wind blows, blows in all directions, and I dare to face whatever comes. The wind blows,

it scatters the evening glow, but it cannot scatter my thoughts, nor can it sway my direction. A silent, uneventful life is not as good as a glorious

one .

Arrows pierce armor, but cannot pierce time; homespun clothes, an exposed chest—I'd rather be wounded than let my heart

be desolate. The wind blows, the clouds fly.

The wind blows, the clouds fly, who knows where my heart lies!

In a desolate land, barren of vegetation, surrounded by towering peaks and jagged rocks, the white mist gradually thinned.

A familiar scent wafted into Xiang Yu's nostrils, as if he had found his way. His strong hand pulled on the reins, correcting his course, and he galloped

towards an impenetrable white mist.

Listening to the wind and rain, he remained sleepless through the long night. A thousand strands of sorrow clung to the landscape. Thousands of years had passed since the battlefield, the bloody battles awaiting their crowning glory.

Tears welled in his eyes, filled with longing. His helmet, worn from a lifetime of battles, was removed by blood-stained hands. He rode his black steed

slowly into the white mist.

His eager, burning gaze was focused and intense. His heavy chest heaved beneath his armor, his feet wobbling in the stirrups

, drops of blood constantly falling from them.

As he drew closer, the white mist gradually parted, and the silhouette of a beautiful woman in palace attire vaguely emerged, her cherry lips

slightly parted as she sang a sorrowful yet inspiring song.

"The Wujiang River murmurs, waves like snow on the shore, the hot blood has cooled. Reincarnation, past and present, is but a temporary farewell; in the next

life 'll trek again, our iron shoes worn thin."

"I gave you only a little, but you gave me everything. Why?"

The white mist dissipated, and the beauty turned gracefully. The mist slowly enveloped her, revealing her snow-white nape through her long, black hair

styled in , accentuated by the turn, was even more elegant and graceful—a slender

waist, a full, shapely bottom! She loosened her hair, a movement that made her chest rise

even more beautifully; this was the way the Overlord loved her with her hair down.

The black steed stopped, its hind legs supporting its weight, its forelegs raised high, letting out a neigh, as if welcoming its mistress, or

perhaps telling Yu Ji that only she could help Xiang Yu.

The Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd was forcefully driven into the ground. Xiang Yu dismounted and walked towards Yu Ji. A gust

of wind, filled with regret, blew, ruffling his blood-stained, dust-covered cloak.

"Without you, what need is there for the Chu-Han border? I would rather live for you and die for you."

Hearing these words, and seeing the arrows piercing Xiang Yu's body and the ceaseless flow of blood,

two streams of tears, brimming with boundless emotion, welled up in his burning eyes, seemingly never to end, as he gazed at the tall figure before him.

"Neigh, neigh~ Neigh, neigh!" Black Steed neighed joyfully, its glossy black body gleaming in the cold moonlight

. It circled the two of them, its bright eyes filled with tears, unable to contain its surging emotions. Black Steed

circled several times, then raised its forelegs and neighed again. "Neigh, neigh~~ Neigh, neigh~ Neigh, neigh~"

"My beloved, I've been searching for you for so long, thinking you'd been captured by the Han army. Seeing you now, I'm finally relieved." "

Your Majesty~ Are you still not awake?"

"I'm already awake! Quickly, mount my horse, and I will once again command thousands of troops to fight the Han army to the death!"

Two lines of heartbreaking tears welled up in her slender phoenix eyes as Yu Ji slowly approached Xiang Yu. Her

graceful and tall figure was only half a head shorter than Xiang Yu's.

"Your Majesty, please sit down first, and I will tell you everything slowly."

"Alright."

Xiang Yu sat down on a clean, flat stone beside him, gesturing for Yu Ji to sit on his lap.

The beautiful woman in a light blue palace dress, exuding a faint fragrance, slowly turned and sat on Xiang Yu's large feet. A strong and powerful

arm wrapped around her slender waist. Looking at the beauty he had longed for, Xiang Yu showed a relieved expression, and the faint fragrance

wafted into his nostrils.

Seeing Xiang Yu's wounds worsening, arrows piercing his body, blood gushing forth, yet he remained oblivious, even as a demon,

his heart was filled with the same overwhelming sorrow he felt for the first time.

"Your Majesty, how is the battle going?"

"My beloved consort, at Gaixia, my 50,000 Chu troops have already defeated Liu Bang's numerous attacks. A mere 500,000 troops

are nothing to me."

"My only concern was your safety, hence the temporary halt to the fighting to maintain discipline. Now, finding you, I am overjoyed. Today,

I will fight the Han army to the death! Unify the land, and I will not bestow titles upon any more kings!"

Hearing Xiang Yu's words, Yu Ji's heart was filled with even more anguish and sorrow. She wrapped her arms around Xiang Yu's neck, every gesture and

movement brimming with beauty. Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, like countless soft strands

dancing around her.

Her fragrant cherry lips pressed against Xiang Yu's forehead, her jade-like hands caressing his face, and the two gazed at each other for a long time.

Her slender phoenix eyes darted about, gazing at the wounded Xiang Yu. A chilling pain pierced her heart, yet she feigned calm. Her jade-like hand,

caressing the Overlord's face, trembled slightly.

Her eyes, bright as stars yet bloodshot, moved, looking at her woman, the woman she loved most.

Yu Ji watched as a forced smile slowly spread across Xiang Yu's lips, her eyes fixed on him. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of

the Overlord 's mouth. Unable to control her emotions any longer, she rose from Xiang Yu's body.

"Don't you know? You're already dead!"

"Why do you say that? I'm perfectly fine. Is my beloved wife under too much pressure?"

"Look at Wuzhui."

Turning to look at Wuzhui, the horse's eyes, no longer shining brightly, were now lifeless. Wuzhui

slowly approached its master, lowered its head, and licked the blood flowing from its master's body.

"Wuzhui is not willing to rest in peace yet because it wants to help you!"

"What!?"

"Look at your chest again, it's riddled with arrows!"

"Ah~! This!!"

Xiang Yu's heavy body knelt on the ground. He finally saw the arrows and wounds all over his body. He hurriedly tried to

pull them out, but his hand was empty.

Shocked and disappointed, he looked up at Yu Ji. When her slender phoenix eyes saw Xiang Yu's hand pretending to pull out the arrows

, and then looked into his eyes, hot tears welled up again. She covered her face with her hands and wept bitterly.

After a while, Xiang Yu's hands stopped pulling out arrows, hanging limply at his sides. His gray eyes stared down at the earth beneath his gray

feet , his fingers digging into the soil to scoop up handfuls of dust.

Black Steed approached its master, its mouth opening to bite and slowly pull out the arrow from Xiang Yu's

body . It

repeatedly raised one of its iron hooves, stomping the ground. Xiang Yu watched all this, oblivious, reaching out to stroke Black Steed's mane, gently caressing it again and again.

"My man..."

"My beloved concubine..."

Yu Ji rushed into Xiang Yu's arms in anguish, both weeping bitterly, heartbroken. Black Steed continued to use its mouth

to pull out the non-existent arrows from its master's body, one after another, seemingly endless, yet it didn't stop.

"I, Xiang Ji, once a man of great power, have come to this!"

"Husband, if you want to cry, just cry!"

"Why! Why! Why!"

Xiang Yu's roar shattered the sky, scattering the surrounding white mist—no, the yin energy of the underworld. The surrounding

gloom dissipated, revealing layers upon layers of dead Chu soldiers, standing majestically and orderly before the Overlord.

The soldiers' solemn faces, their lifeless eyes reflecting both sorrow for the Overlord and unwavering loyalty, shone through.

"Neigh~ Neigh~ Neigh,"

the black steed galloped towards the soldiers, turned to face the Overlord, and neighed, raising its forelegs to signal its master to mount

. The two men exchanged glances and smiles, then joined hands and walked towards the army. The Overlord's heart had finally calmed.

Several men emerged from either side of the black steed: Long Ju, Ji Bu, Zhongli Mei, Yu Ziqi, and Fan Zeng. They simultaneously

clasped their hands in salute.

"General, please mount your horse!"

"Seeing you all again—so this is what it feels like!"

"We swear to follow the Overlord to the death, and we will never waver even in the face of a thousand armies!"

"Father, and you all are my good brothers!"

"And those Chu soldiers who died on the battlefield, you are all iron-blooded men! Well done!"

Yu Ji looked up at her man, who had finally escaped his predicament, and revealed a long-awaited smile. She nudged

Xiang Yu signaling him to mount his horse and lead his brothers. Xiang Yu nodded in understanding, strode forward, and mounted his steed, Wuzhui.

Wuzhui turned, raising dust as it faced the thousands of solemn Chu soldiers. Long Ju, Ji Bu, Zhongli Mei,

Yu Ziqi, and Fan Zeng also rode their beloved steeds behind the Overlord of Western Chu. Xiang Yu

extended his broad hand to the Chu army. At this moment, Xiang Yu was completely refreshed, his hair unharmed, and his armor

gleaming .

"Long live King Xiang! Long live King Xiang! Long live King Xiang!"

The shouts of the Chu soldiers lingered for a long time before finally subsiding, for they had waited far too long.

"My man!"

Xiang Yu, hearing his beloved concubine's call, turned his horse, the majestic silhouette of his black steed once again appearing before the Chu army. Reaching

Yu Ji's side, Xiang Yu dismounted, approaching his beloved concubine, one hand tightly clasping hers, the other embracing her slender waist.

Their passionate eyes gazed at each other for a long, ardent time.

"My man, I must go."

"What, aren't you coming with me?"

"I came to guide you, to help you escape this predicament."

"I see, but I can't bear to part with my beloved!"

"My lord, I will always be your woman. We will be together again in your next life!"

"How could such a thing happen?"

"My lord, you possess the Nine Yangs; you are destined for infinite reincarnation!"

"How do you know all this? Is there anything I should know about you? Whatever it is!"

Xiang Yu reluctantly embraced Yu Ji tightly, their lips meeting in a kiss. Hot tears

streamed from their eyes for a long time.

"I am not human, I am a demon!"

"Oh, I don't care what you are, I love you, I will always love you, and I will only ever love you!"

"Overlord~ Waaah~ Waaah~"

"My beloved concubine~"

"My true form is a bluebird! Do you still dare to love me?"

"Even so, I will still love you."

Tears of gratitude and relief welled up in her slender phoenix eyes. She cupped the Overlord's face in her hands, her phoenix

eyes lingering on his features. Xiang Yu was handsome and tall, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose, and a wide mouth—a square face.

Yu Ji wanted to etch that image deeply into her heart.

Yu Ji carefully recounted the history of the demon race to Xiang Yu, his bright eyes beneath his sword-like eyebrows gleaming. But in

the eyes of the soldiers and generals, they saw a pair of lovers, a couple who had endured countless hardships and cherished each other

.

"No matter how many reincarnations I go through, I will find you!"

"My beloved, will I remember you then?"

"I will do everything in my power! I will find you! I will make you remember me!" "

My beloved, Yu'er, I can't bear to part with you!"

"Your Majesty, I feel the same way, but we are now separated by two worlds. Seeing you no longer lingering

on the edge of the underworld makes me so happy."

"Yu'er, I truly can't bear to part with you. I can give up everything for you, even if—"

"Stop talking. I understand your feelings! My time here is almost up, and we will part.

Remember, no matter how many thousands or tens of thousands of years, I will find you!"

"Yu'er!"

"Finally, I want you to see my true face."

"Ugh...okay, then."

Yu Ji reluctantly left Xiang Yu, slowly taking a few steps back. Her slender phoenix eyes lingered on

every inch of the man's body, her gaze shifting from one spot to another, taking in every detail.

"Oh~"

Yu Ji's body glowed, her palace attire vanishing. A pair of two-meter-long celestial wings unfurled from her back, her

delicate nose became slightly longer and hooked, her oval face more pointed, and her slender phoenix eyes turned slanted, the pupils a

bluish-black, revealing an inhuman brilliance.

"This is my true form. Are you afraid? Do you still love me?"

"You are still my beloved concubine."

Her cherry lips became even smaller, fine bluish down grew on her peach-blossom cheeks, her eyebrows slanted upwards, she wore bluish

eyeshadow and black eyeliner, her voice clear and melodious like a silver bell.

Her back was covered in soft bluish feathers, her front in short white down, and several bluish stripes of down ran horizontally across her chest

.

Her hands remained human-like, only now her five fingers were longer, covered in short white down, and her nails were

long and blue.

Long feathers concealed her slender waist, like a colorful palace dress, and her entire body

radiated a magical light.

In the pale moonlight, she shimmered with each shift in perspective.

"My man, I must leave this place. We will meet again in your next reincarnation."

"Yu'er, you must find me!"

"I will."

With a flap of her wings, Yu Ji took flight, watching the increasingly distant Overlord. With a final, beautiful turn ,

she vanished from sight, leaving only the lingering image of Yu Ji in palace attire imprinted deep in the man's mind. When

Xiang Yu's next reincarnation would be, no one knew—perhaps ten years, a hundred, or even thousands of years—

but no matter how long it took, Yu Ji, the queen of the Bluebird Clan, would forever continue her search, for she had promised Xiang Yu.

"My love, I have begun my search for you. Every day I miss you terribly, my love!"

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