Chapter 113 Shared Destiny, The Eighth Tail!
Just as Huali was about to run into the center of the formation, stepping through the rolling mud, Luo Chuan snapped back to reality.
The Demon King's blood-stained silver hair trembled in the lightning, and as his heterochromatic eyes contracted violently into vertical lines, his knuckles bulged as his hand tore through the rain curtain. The surging demonic power, wrapped in a bloody wind, blocked Huali from entering the formation!
"Don't come any closer!" For the first time, Luo Chuan lost his composure, his roar choking on blood and foam.
Huali slammed to the brakes, splashing mud all over herself. Her hair was soaked through, making her look like a drowned rat. She wiped the rain off her face. "Impossible!"
Are you kidding me!
The fact that Luo Chuan's demonic form was revealed by the lightning tribulation indicates that he is now at his last gasp.
The person she saw in her dream was him, and that bloody mass was the Twin Lotus.
Based on the following scenes in the dream, Luo Chuan would undoubtedly die the moment the eighth bolt of lightning struck.
"The regenerating soil, rise!"
Before Luo Chuan could answer, Hua Li stepped into the center of the formation in one go, and almost instantly, purple lightning pythons intertwined and swooped down.
"My God!"
From the outside, it looked like something out of a science fiction movie, but once inside, one truly felt the terror of the lightning tribulation. Fortunately, the regeneration of the Breath Soil played a crucial role at the critical moment.
As the two forces collided, Huali instinctively braced herself for coughing up blood. But suddenly, the spiritual energy gusts were blocked, and when she looked up again, her seven fox tails firmly protected her inside.
The gilded mask on Luo Chuan's face had already cracked, and the blood splattered on his face hadn't been wiped away yet. A smile curled at the corner of his pale lips, "Now... you know... you're scared, aren't you?"
Huali stared blankly at the blood that kept gushing out as he spoke, an indescribable bitterness washing over her.
When the sixth lightning bolt roared down, instead of trying to fight it, he used his tail to protect her.
This guy... is a complete lunatic!
Huali grabbed his neck and, ignoring Luo Chuan's constricted pupils, looked at his back with their necks intertwined in an embrace.
The place was a bloody mess, with purplish-black electric currents churning within the flesh; it was unbearable to look at.
Sensing the little girl's trembling breath, Luo Chuan sighed. He was about to reach out and touch her hair, but hesitated when he saw her bloodied and mangled hand. He could only chuckle and say, "Little Pear..."
"Shut up, I don't want to hear you talk."
Huali suppressed her sobs, drew out the Wood-type card, and said, "The cycle of life and death, nurture!"
The moment the gentle spiritual energy surged into the wound, the healing green light flowing between the veins of the leaf was instantly devoured by the electric current in the bone.
Upon seeing this, Ao Bai, who had rushed over with Hua Li, shouted, "This tribulation of heaven is different from ordinary injuries. The host's healing power is like a mud ox entering the sea, only treating the symptoms and not the root cause."
Huali gritted her teeth but did not give up. As she watched the new flesh being covered by vines, before the smile could even flow from the corner of her eye, the wound that had just healed was torn open again by the gale brought by lightning.
Looking at the little girl's eyes gradually reddening, Luo Chuan never knew his heart could soften to this extent.
Hundreds of years ago, his path was to ascend to immortality. But after the Eight-Tailed Fox shattered and he glimpsed a sliver of heavenly secret, he knew that he had no chance of ascending to immortality again.
But for some reason, he had a strange stubbornness in his heart, as if he had to become strong for some reason.
So he collected the Blessing Lamp, searched for the Burning Heaven Tower, and tried every means to repair the Heavenly Defect and his natal spine-worm sword.
He had grown weary of the long process, but then a little girl barged in...
Even the demon king, who had lived for nearly a thousand years, couldn't help but look up and sigh at this moment. The snow-white lotus heart of the twin lotuses he summoned in his hand merged seamlessly into Huali's body.
The moment the restriction was broken, he pushed the perfectly intact little girl out of the array's core.
The seventh lightning bolt crashed down.
He was accompanied by loneliness in his childhood, but Luo Chuan never felt there was anything wrong with it.
But one day he suddenly felt unbearably lonely. With no answer in sight and nowhere to relieve his loneliness, he began to enjoy watching plays.
He once used the human world as a stage, watching the joys and sorrows of life with a cold laugh. For him, the struggles of the mundane world were nothing more than a way to quench his thirst with poison.
But now that he's in the thick of it all, he suddenly realizes that he's no different from those people.
Unfortunately... he died when he most wanted to live.
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Huali sensed something was wrong when the twin lotuses merged into her body. The moment she was pushed out of the formation's core, she suddenly looked up and cried out, "No!!"
The seventh bolt of lightning crashed down, and the entire Hundred Thousand Mountains heard the crisp sound of ice crystals shattering.
Luo Chuan's usually straight back bent like a bow about to break. Blood no longer gushed from his wound, but instead turned into countless fine blood lines that pierced his flesh.
The Tree of Life in mid-air trembled, shaking down even more threads of cause and effect.
As the fierce winds of the tribulation struck, Huali, covered in Luochuan's blood, knelt trembling in the mud.
She gritted her teeth and kept telling herself—Hualin, calm down! Don't be impulsive, calm down!
Just then, the rain overhead was blocked by an umbrella.
"Huali, give up, it's no use." Fen Yu's eyes flashed with pity. "The mark of his failed tribulation last time is still inside the Demon King's body. This time, with his injuries compounded, he can't hold on."
Fen Yu arrived at the same time as Hua Li. He watched the girl rush forward without hesitation, and his heart ached.
Until this moment, with the girl kneeling in the mud, her hair disheveled and her body trembling, he thought she was crying, so he finally couldn't help but go forward.
Ao Bai gritted his teeth, "Host, this tribulation lightning is related to the Heavenly Dao and has exceeded our capabilities. If we rush in again, I'm afraid..."
Ao Bai's voice faltered as he heard the unwilling roar of the Chaos Beast trapped within the barrier.
Its six wings were scarred so deep that the bone was visible, yet it still tirelessly tried to break through the formation time and time again.
“Perhaps there is still a sliver of hope…” Huali suddenly spoke up, “If what Fenyu said is true, Luochuan is exhausted now because of the injury from his severed tail back then, but what if that injury could be repaired?”
Ao Bai realized what she was about to do and his eyes widened. "But the severed tail was crushed by the Demon King long ago. Having lost its life-bound tail, it can never grow a new eight-tailed beast..."
"Yes!" Having a tail is possible!
Huali looked up at Fenyu's white eyes, because she had entered her dreams twice because of those white eyes.
"What prophecy did your witch clan receive?"
Fen Yu was slightly taken aback. Now that things had come to this, there was no need for him to hide anything anymore. "A hundred years from now, the owner of this item will bring new life."
The dream was once about the future, and once about the past. The future dream was a premonition of a tribulation, while the past dream was about a half-demon boy with only one tail.
It should be noted that Luo Chuan was not the only one who came to the Witch Clan; she was too.
Is it the owner who brings new life, or is it the owner's arrival that brings new life?
The answer to why she wanted to go back to the past suddenly became clear at this moment.
Huali looked at the red mole on the inside of her wrist; the boy had channeled his spiritual power into it when she asked for help.
The shared destiny is the true prophecy of the astrological station!
As Fen Yu watched the flames ignite in the girl's eyes, he never saw such dazzling light again in his entire life.
As the eight lightning tribulations descended, the girl once again risked everything and ran to the Demon King's side.
Having lost her sense of connection, the fierce wind swept across Huali's body, leaving it covered in blood in the blink of an eye. Luo Chuan's mind was beginning to wander, but the fox tail still tightly wrapped around her the moment she approached.
"Disobedient...little girl."
"Tracing your spiritual roots back to their roots, Ni!"
The causal threads connecting the past and the future emitted a tremendous light. The ever-expanding green light within the golden threads merged with the scar on Luo Chuan's eighth severed tail, before everyone's astonished gaze.
By tracing the origin of spiritual roots, one can forcibly trace an object back to its initial ownerless state and establish a contract. Why can't this causal line be used as well?
In her dream, she made a promise with Luo Chuan from her childhood: he would definitely help her!
The moment the ancient sacrificial text surged onto the branches of the tree of life, Luo Chuan felt a sharper pain in his tailbone than if his heart had been ripped out. Meanwhile, the calamity of the heavenly void, struck by lightning, was burning hot.
The granulation tissue at the scar site pierced the frozen soil like tender bamboo shoots in early spring, and dark purple bruises seeped from the edges of the new tissue, but before dripping, they condensed into crystals the size of pomegranate seeds.
That was the newly born eighth tail.
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