Chapter 53 Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 23
The air beneath the Hongxing Palace was like solidified blood clots, and every breath was filled with a suffocating sensation of rust.
Above the dome, the vortex formed by the cursed energy was like the pupil of a giant beast, and the dark blue and dark purple lights intertwined into painful lines. Every collision set off silent thunder in the space.
The ancient altar is as silent as a coffin, with thousands of years of dust deposited in the cracks between the stone bricks, as if even despair has solidified into a entity here.
The transparent ball of light suspended in the center of the altar is an aggregate of Tianyuan consciousness.
It is like a fragile heart beating in the darkness, and the spell patterns flowing on its surface are the blood vessels that maintain the world of spells.
At this moment, those lines are becoming dim, like life veins eroded by the shadow of death.
The long silver hair poured down like moonlight, and the silk rope stood at the edge of the altar.
The single-sided gold-rimmed glasses reflected the dark blue light, and the gaze behind the lenses was colder than a thousand-year-old glacier.
Spider-silk threads of cursed energy fell from his fingertips, silently wrapping around the ball of light - that was not a rope of salvation, but a shackle of strangulation.
As the altar runes vibrated and hummed with his power, the lines engraved with the ancient covenant were like the fangs of evil spirits awakened from hell.
"Mankind's millennia of sin, the root of decay, must be completely severed today by the Blade of the Cursed Spirit!"
His voice was hollow and vast, like a death knell from the abyss.
The chanted contract spell turned into a scarlet chain, with a corrupt and dirty light flowing on the surface of the chain, piercing towards the core of the light ball like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.
In an instant, the entire space was shrouded in the shadow of death, and the cornerstone that maintained the world let out a wail as it was on the verge of breaking under the stranglehold of the cursed power.
This was not a cleansing, but a massacre planned for thousands of years, a fatal blow to the foundation of the entire world of spells.
At the moment when the scarlet chain was about to pierce the core of the light ball, the air was suddenly torn apart by some sharp force.
The sound was not like the collision of metal and stone, but rather like the roar of chaos collapsing when the world was first created. The space above the altar was like a broken ancient painting, which was violently torn open with a hideous crack that oozed purple-black arcs of electricity.
Broken spatial turbulence surged at the edge of the rift, like the poisonous saliva of a giant beast, stirring the surrounding vortex of cursed power into a boiling quagmire.
A figure, wrapped in rubble and blood mist, fell to the edge of the altar, and the roar of the collision stirred up thousands of years of dust.
The smoke and dust rolled away like a flock of frightened crows, revealing the shaky figure of Geto Suguru.
His moon-white yukata was torn into broken flags by the cursed energy, and dark red bloodstains spread along the lines of the fabric, like countless dying red snakes.
The pale cheeks were covered with messy long hair, and the unhealed scars were faintly visible between the hair, rising and falling slightly under the skin with the heavy breathing.
The most terrifying thing was those empty eyes—deep within them, pitch black as the eternal night, burned with an almost paranoid obsession. That cluster of faint blue flames flickered in the dead silence, like a last, lone lamp in a storm, clearly threatening to go out at any moment, yet stubbornly illuminating the corners of his bloodstained lips.
"Kamo Kentoshi..." A broken voice wrapped in the smell of rust came out. He slowly stood up with his trembling arms, and the muscles under his yukata bulged under his skin.
"You'll never succeed."
Geto Xia Yu knelt on one knee, digging his knuckles deep into the cracked stone of the altar.
His gaze passed over the silver-white hair of Juansuo and stared at the prison gate border that Juansuo was holding in his hand.
Those empty eyes were surprisingly bright at this moment, like a trapped beast seeing the only way to survive, or like a drowning person grabbing the last piece of driftwood. The flames of madness and greed intertwined made the pupils burn red.
"Geto Suguru?!" There was a crack in Kinsou's voice for the first time.
The pupils behind the gold-rimmed glasses contracted violently as he looked at this chess piece that should have been under his control, but now appeared in the forbidden area like a mad dog that had broken free from its leash.
The backlash from the spatial rift that severed the contract chain was like a poisonous snake biting his heart. The altar runes emitted a sharp buzzing sound, shaking his calmness that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Geto Suguru suddenly laughed, his voice broken and mixed with blood foam.
He suddenly tore open the blood-stained collar of his shirt, revealing the hideous curse pattern on his chest.
That was a technique that was forcibly implanted by Geto Suguru, and it was now beating wildly with his heartbeat, like a blood vessel that could burst at any time.
"Kamo Kenroshi," he said hoarsely, but his left hand, with a determination to perish together with the enemy, fiercely grasped the prison gate, "This is mine..."
The moment the fingertips sank into the halo, a shrill scream resounded throughout the Hongxing Palace.
The vast torrent of Tianyuan consciousness, as vast as the Milky Way flowing back, carried with it thousands of years of memories and curse power, and rushed into his body that was on the verge of collapse.
Under Geto Suguru's skin, blood vessels bulged like purple snakes, and the cursed power circuits made fine crackling sounds as they were overloaded.
Blood oozed from all his orifices, but it couldn't extinguish the crazy obsession in his eyes.
"Bastard! Stop it!" Juansuo was furious.
The dark blue curse pattern condensed at his fingertips was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, tearing through the air and piercing Geto Suguru's arm joints.
However, Geto Suguru did not dodge or evade. Instead, he used up his last bit of strength and pulled the ball of light into his arms!
The brilliant light was rapidly annihilated in the distortion and collapse, and the dark curse patterns spread from his palm like thorns, madly entwining and compressing the core that maintained the world of spells.
In the moment of life and death, Geto Suguru clenched his five fingers tightly together.
With a crisp sound that made one's teeth ache, a black jade bead the size of a crystal ball lay quietly in his trembling palm.
An ominous glow flowed on the surface of the jade bead, as if condensing the entire darkness of Hongxing Palace into it.
Geto Suguru staggered back, the blood seeping out from under his yukata dyed the jade beads even scarlet, but he lowered his head and laughed out loud.
The laughter was crazy and sad, as if it was mocking Juansuo's thousand-year plan, and also as if it was mourning its own impending collapse.
Jay, do you want to leave me?
Juansuo looked at the fragments of the contract chain scattered on the altar, and then at the black jade beads in Geto Suguru's palm, and suddenly realized: this ceremony that had been carefully prepared for a thousand years had ultimately become someone else's wedding dress.
And the once docile chess piece was now using his broken body to hold the power that was enough to overturn the world, confronting him in the underground of the Hongxing Palace that was about to collapse.
"Do you think..." Juansuo's voice was so cold that it could freeze the air, but it couldn't hide the raging waves within it, "with this broken body, you can withstand Tianyuan's power?"
He raised his hand and waved lightly, and the broken contract chains suddenly twisted and reunited, transforming into a giant scarlet python that spiraled up. Its pupils shone with the dark blue power of the silk rope. "It's just a moth to a flame."
Xia Youjie stood up straight after swaying, and a mocking arc appeared on the corner of his blood-stained lips: "At least... I personally cut off your dream. If you want Tianyuan, you'd better hand over Yumenjiang to me."
"Gojo Satoru, what are you dreaming about!" The cursed power around the silk rope surged, and the altar runes once again lit up with a strange light.
"You are so stubborn, I will crush you and this failure together!"
His fingertips slashed through the air, and countless threads of cursed energy formed a large net, completely enveloping Geto Suguru and Yuzhu. "This thousand-year plan will never be destroyed by two defective pieces like you!"
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