Chapter 106: The Way of the Sword "We have to tell you, young boy, that the sword should...
The wings of the Garuda with a bird's head and a human body spread out from behind, and the flame patterns were shining brightly. When the conch flute was blown softly, a flock of birds like a dark cloud flew out from under him and rushed out of the hall.
The magical thing is that as soon as the flock of birds left the temple, they disappeared, and the air around them was like rippling water, as if a period of time had passed.
They went into history.
The Heavenly King had just breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the aura of the surrounding Vajra statues weakening. Turning his head, he saw that the relief of the mighty and strong Vajra statue had cracked, and an expression of extreme fear and pain remained on its spirited face. There was no trace of the contempt and arrogance he had when he questioned the divine bird.
The king's heart sank: "Garuda, you must be careful when you pass by...what are you doing!"
Whoosh...! The Garuda bird suddenly disintegrated, and its flame-patterned feathers fluttered in the air, as if a heavy snow of fire had fallen in the palace.
All the statues of heavenly kings, Vajra, and even the Mahakala sitting in the center were covered by these feathers.
The arrogant King Kongs let out their final and most shrill screams. The majestic and dignified Heavenly Kings rolled around in a panic, hoping to escape from the snowflake-like feathers.
Even the main god Mahakala, who only needed to sit on the high seat and watch from the sidelines, had to speak out: "Garuda, are you going to rebel against the Nirvana world?"
"The real Mahakala has long since fallen. You know in your heart whether the Nirvana world is real or fake." Garuda said in a sad voice, "Tianzun, you stole Mahakala's identity and used the entire Nirvana world as your pawn to fight against the God of Gods. You are guilty of a heinous crime and deserve death!"
Snow-like feathers continued to fall. The tumbling Heavenly King and the shattered Vajra on the ground rolled their eyes in shock, staring at Mahakala on the central throne.
New cracks continued to appear on Mahakala's body, and black, red, gold... colorful liquids flowed out from the cracks.
That's the gods bleeding.
In sharp contrast to the gods, the chanting boy wearing a garland on his head and a beaded necklace around his neck was also trembling with fear, but was bypassed by the feather snowflakes and was unharmed.
"God of gods? There is only one supreme being... and one day it will be me..."
Mahakala laughed strangely twice, and then, as if something was drawn out of His body, His breath changed, becoming faint and long-lasting.
An old man wearing a round-necked shirt and wide-sleeved pleated clothes, a necklace made of skulls, and carrying a bronze drum, walked out of the statue.
The Heavenly King and Vajra looked at Him hesitantly, and the thoughts that had been stolen from their minds returned one by one.
After Mahakala was defeated in his first battle with the Supreme God, He had already decided to retreat and would not take the initiative to attack.
The one who led them to fight against the God of Gods was not Mahakala, but that Heavenly Lord!
With a snap, the moment the truth was finally understood, the Vajra statue completely shattered and turned into a pile of powder.
"Garuda... why didn't you... remind me..."
The king asked with his last bit of consciousness.
“Even Mahakala has been hit, what’s the point of reminding them?” Garuda’s voice became weaker and weaker as he turned into thousands of feathers. In order to give the King of Heaven and Vajra the final blow, he could only burn everything he had.
Mahakala looked sadly at the gods whose breaths were getting weaker and weaker. His old face was full of helplessness: "We still had a chance to go back, but you used your supreme power to let us perish here. Why?"
Mahakala could understand Garuda's forbearance. If the God of Gods had not used His great power to suppress the power of the Heavenly Lord, they would not have been able to recover what was stolen from them.
But if Garuda had not turned against them, after the departure of the Heavenly Lord, they could have joined forces and might have been able to escape from the hands of the Supreme Lord.
"Can we still go back?" Garuda said coldly, "Almost no one survived in Pudu City. They...are all our believers..."
“That’s our stuff.”
Mahakala interrupted him and looked at the young boys in the hall who were chanting sutras. A smile of enlightenment appeared on his face: "You actually...really have compassion..."
"Mortals are just tools to provide anchors for gods. How can gods have mercy on them?" Mahakala shook his head regretfully and gently tapped the bronze drum. A hideous ghost shadow emerged from it and rushed in front of the boys in the blink of an eye.
The cold breath and greedy gaze made the already frightened boy curl up into a ball and scream.
The last of the feathers suddenly gathered into a low wall with flame patterns, blocking the boy.
"It's not pity." Garuda said in a deep voice, with the feathers buzzing. "Without the anchor of humanity, the gods will lose all reason and fall into complete chaos and madness. Losing reason is equivalent to losing everything! Mahakala, sleep with me, return to the world of Nirvana, and wait for the day of true return."
"Wait... I have waited for too long... too long..."
Mahakala grabbed the skull necklace from his neck, and the skulls flew towards the feathers one by one. A layer of gold foil appeared on the surface of the skulls, emitting an extremely powerful pressure.
The feathers collapsed with a loud bang and shattered into real snow, flying around in the air.
Garuda is dead.
The skeleton wrapped in gold foil roared towards the boy who had lost his shelter. This offering was too little, and even if he consumed it, it would not restore much magic power. But every bit counts, as long as he could escape back to the sky in time like last time, there would be a long way to go.
Mahakala looked at the crying boys indifferently, and was ready to leave after eating.
An invisible hand, like a mortal grabbing a penned animal, grabbed His hind legs and lifted Him upside down.
“Aaaaaah…!!”
Whether it was a ghost or a skeleton, they all stopped in front of the boy's face, only an inch away from sharing the fresh sacrifice.
However, it was just an inch away.
Why... why... He is still in history... The bird sent by Garuda has not returned yet...
Why could He catch me across the long river of time?
Could it be that... there really is a supreme being who transcends time...
Mahakala raised his eyes one last time and glanced outside the hall, as if this would allow him to see clearly whether He was truly above time.
“…BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!”
As the boys watched, the statue of the main deity, Mahakala, collapsed and he fell into eternal sleep.
The boys, with tears on their faces, stared blankly at the broken statue on the ground. A breeze blew through the hall, blowing up a few fragments of the flame-patterned feathers.
A boy reached out his hand and caught the fragment. She vaguely understood something and subconsciously called out, "Garuda...are you still there..."
The breeze picked up the broken feathers and left without saying a word.
After eating four roasted corns, Li Zhou ate six roasted lamb legs, sixteen roasted pig's trotters, seven skewers of roasted gluten, seven skewers of roasted potatoes and a large bowl of clams and vermicelli in one go.
The roasted lamb leg tastes the same as last time, with firm meat, tender and juicy.
The roasted pig's trotters were particularly chewy and bouncy, but some parts seemed to have been roasted twice, making them crispy and different in texture, which Li Zhou could accept.
When you bite open the crispy and fragrant skin, you will find soft, tasty meat with alternating fat and lean texture.
After eating sixteen of them, I felt a little greasy, but it was okay.
The gluten and potatoes didn't look like the work of a chef. They seemed to be delivered from other stores and were not very satisfactory.
The clams vermicelli was even more average, probably because the clams had not spit out all the sand and sometimes you would still eat the sand.
If it weren’t for the swordsman Li Zhou’s good teeth, his teeth might have been broken.
Fortunately, the baby didn’t eat it.
To eat this kind of seafood, you still have to go to the beach.
Li Zhou became more determined to go to the beach for the next simulation.
Although he was not particularly satisfied with the last three foods, Li Zhou did not slow down his eating speed at all.
The main thing was that a group of hardworking little birds kept serving food, and if she didn't eat quickly, there would be no room on the table.
I have to say, the takeout business in Purdue City is really developed, even using drones.
It’s just that there are too many dishes. If Li Zhou hadn’t just drunk dragon juice to clear his stomach, his stomach would not have been able to hold that much.
Li Zhou was a little worried about whether she would have a stomachache from overeating. There was a note she wrote in the simulator:
【Remember to do weijing】
She was really too busy and had no time to take good care of herself, and she hasn't had time to do it until now.
After finishing all the dishes and watching the flock of birds fly out of the window and disappear into the night, Li Zhou touched his stomach and realized that he was too full from the meal.
One will feel sleepy after eating. Li Zhou yawned, held his chin, and felt drowsy.
Behind her, Zhi Beiyou flew up, lifted her up with the sword, and sent her to the couch in the private room.
Nie Hong, Xiao Lu and others woke up and meditated to heal their wounds under the protection of the "Seated Statue of Taizu". Gao Congxu looked at the disappearing flock of birds, feeling the remaining fluctuations of divine power in the air. He was secretly alert when he suddenly saw Zhi Beiyou flying over.
The sword was surrounded by a chilling aura, and the densely packed white fat worms made one's hair stand on end at the first sight. Gao Congxu's hand holding the fan handle suddenly clenched, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat.
"...Aying?" She tentatively called out to the swordsman who was sleeping on the couch. The latter turned over and slept soundly.
Gao Congxu immediately felt something was wrong. Was this another conspiracy of some god? Taking advantage of his incarnation sleeping, he was living in his spirit sword?
"Are you calling me?"
A vague and ethereal figure floated out from beside Zhi Beiyou's sword, and it seemed that it would disappear with the wind at any time.
Gao Congxu opened his eyes wide, looked at the person in front of him, and then looked at the swordsman on the couch.
The same wild-minded face, but the illusory figure seemed more human than the person on the couch.
"Are you the real Gongsun Ying?"
"You seem to know a lot."
The two spoke almost at the same time. Gao Congxu looked at Gongsun Ying's face and nodded silently.
"I don't know how you knew that, but..."
Gongsun Ying, who was almost transparent, stretched out a finger towards Gao Congxu's brow, with a clear light flowing from his fingertips: "You should all forget about this."
"etc……"
Gao Congxu took a step back. Gongsun Ying frowned slightly and shook his head, saying, "I can't wait any longer. This is my last time."
"Are you also going to disappear completely like Tan Zhao?"
"Who is Tan Zhao?" Gongsun Ying thought, "Is this another anchor point Jingzhen is looking for?"
“…Yes, they are very good friends.”
"Yes, I am also Jingzhen's friend." Gongsun Ying tapped Gao Congxu's forehead again, "Okay, don't waste time. My last bit of strength is to erase the traces that shouldn't be left in this history. This is the last thing I can do for my friend."
She looked at Gao Congxu, who still had a lot to say, and smiled: "After finishing this, I can finally sleep well."
She had never known before that it could be so difficult to maintain a trace of one's own self.
Every moment that passed, she was like a leaf on the sea, which could be smashed by the waves at any time.
She could only float with the waves, carefully maintaining a little stability.
She didn't want to regret it, but she was really tired.
Many times she wanted to melt into the sea, and she herself didn't know how she had managed to hold on until now.
Fortunately, now it’s finally time to end.
Gao Congxu still insisted on saying something, but Gongsun Ying was determined to finish the task and leave. As a result, one of them retreated while the other chased after him, and they both fell flat on their faces at the same time.
The two people who had never fallen flat in their lives looked at each other blankly. The figure of a Taoist priest in a green robe emerged from the dark fruit that was faintly visible beside them.
"I'm sorry, I'm in bad luck, and you may all be unlucky for the next few days." The Taoist priest in green robe walked straight towards Gongsun Ying, squatted in front of her, looked at her tired expression, and sighed, "I know you have persisted for too long, let me clean up the traces, you have more important things to do."
Gongsun Ying asked, "Do we have to go?"
"You must go." The Taoist priest in green robe pulled her up, "We have to go and teach you, young boy, how to use a sword."
“…”
“…”
"I don't know who you are yet."
"Me? Just call me Zhongli. I just came back from Qingqiu, which has been occupied. Fortunately, you are still in the human world. You are really amazing, but you can't rest now."
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