Great Journey of Teenagers S4 Episode 1 Multi subtitles

The wind howled as Mo Yi and Baili Dongjun stood at the edge of the immortal mountain, a place where dreams, ambitions, and battles had once carved their destinies. Now, the mountain was silent, as if holding its breath, watching the two peerless masters exchange a final look. No words passed between them—there was no need. In their eyes, there was understanding, a shared history of victories and regrets, and the peace of knowing that their swords had done all they could. Together, they turned their backs on the mountain, leaving its heights behind as they walked toward the simplicity of quiet lives. Far below, Xiao Se stood with the wind at his back. His veins, once a source of torment and failure, now pulsed with restored power, a gift from the immortal realm. His once-cynical eyes now held a spark of something he had long forgotten—hope. The burden of destiny was still heavy on his shoulders, but it no longer bowed him. He took a deep breath, feeling the free and unbound world of heaven and earth flow through his body, and smiled for the first time in years. The world might still demand too much, but he was ready to give it everything. Lei Wujie, always the reckless firebrand, had returned from the mountain with a sharper edge, both in his sword and his spirit. His youthful exuberance was tempered now by a deeper strength, a gift of wisdom earned at a price. The immortals had not bestowed power lightly—there was always a cost. His heart, however, burned with the same unshakable loyalty that had driven him from the beginning. With gifts of strength from the heavens, he and his comrades were no longer mere players in a larger game; they had become its architects. Determined, they all turned their eyes toward Tianqi City. Farewells to the rivers and lakes behind them were bittersweet, yet filled with quiet resolve. Their paths had diverged before, but now fate would bind them together at the heart of the storm. In the sprawling and treacherous court of Tianqi, swords and strategy would cross in a final, fateful dance. There, three kings prepared for war. Xiao Se, the rightful but reluctant heir, the cold, calculating Yong’an King who had tasted betrayal and wielded it as a blade. Xiao Chong, the silver-tongued Bai King, master of the shadows, whose ambition shone with a dangerous charm. And Xiao Yu, the ruthless Chi King, a tempest of wrath and cunning, whose hunger for the throne was as boundless as the sea. The battle for succession would be no mere struggle of politics and power. It was a war of hearts and oaths, of loyalty and deception. Behind every scheming courtier was a blade in the dark, and behind every smile was the glint of treachery. Alliances would be forged and broken; blood would stain the marble floors. As Tianqi prepared for the storm, the question hung heavy in the air: Who would rise as the dragon of Tianqi? Who would wear the crown forged in sacrifice, stained with the hopes and blood of a nation? The answer lay not in destiny, but in the choices of men and women whose hearts still beat with the dreams of an empire reborn.