Chapter 435 Zhuang Cheng's Blade 2
Xiao Qiao's gaze shifted back and forth between the blazing greatsword and me.
I really didn't expect the "Preacher" to pull out a weapon engraved with my name at this critical moment, and talk about some kind of "mythological restraint relationship". Which mythology has a god named "Zhuang Cheng" appearing?
Furthermore, since the two gods left behind stories of victory and defeat in myths and legends, their powers have formed a relationship of one restraining the other in reality. I have only seen such a setting in anime and games before. Is this really reasonable?
Although these thoughts arose subconsciously, I immediately understood the logic behind them. Admittedly, any well-known myths have nothing to do with me, but ultimately, myths tell the stories of gods. Since I am the Great Impermanence, considered a divine being, then all the deeds I have left behind can be considered myths.
As the Great Impermanence, the deeds I left behind possess a mysterious power, and so does the Turbid Life. Under this logic, the deed "I once defeated the Turbid Life" also naturally possesses mysterious power.
Could this "preacher" be one of my followers?
It doesn't seem so. Leaving aside whether my followers exist within the Peach Blossom Village organization, they wouldn't secretly use this unfinished building as a crime scene or a trap. Furthermore, as a so-called deity, I can easily discern whether the person in front of me is truly my follower.
The reason my opponent was able to unleash my power was probably because of the names engraved on that greatsword. Lu Chan once told me that after I became the Great Impermanence, my name itself became a powerful rune, and he, who was not a believer, even showed me how to use this rune.
That makes sense.
However, even though it all makes sense, I still feel like this is all too absurd. Who would have thought that coming here with my junior would lead to witnessing such a jaw-dropping scene? And the gazes behind me are getting a little too intense.
Junior Sister Qiao tentatively asked, "Senior?"
“I’m here,” I said.
"...Senior Zhuang Cheng?" Her voice was filled with disbelief.
“…I’m here,” I said.
Xiao Qiao, the junior student, seemed not to have fully processed her astonishment. She murmured as if in a dream, "Are you really the god that person spoke of? But why didn't you tell me anything before..."
"Huh? So, who is Xiao Zhu, the senior's fiancée, then...?"
Although Zhu Shi often teases me for being too outspoken, no matter how thick-skinned I am, I couldn't possibly tell a freshman girl I'd only met once that I'm a god, could I?
The abnormalities surrounding Zhu Shi had clearly become too numerous for Xiao Qiao to ignore. Meanwhile, the "Preacher" and Wu Chang hadn't stopped either. Before we could even exchange a few words, the "Preacher," confident of victory, brandished his large sword and walked towards Wu Chang.
At this point, Wuchang seemed to realize that his fate was sealed, so he turned and ran away, while the "Preacher" laughed loudly and raised the great sword covered with "runes" high.
With that gesture of raising the runic greatsword, a massive sea of fire erupted on the field, and a gigantic fireball, resembling the eye of a god, appeared in the sky. This scene evoked memories of the past. It was a scene from my battle with Agent Kong; the "Preacher's" actions seemed to have stirred up historical memories of this time and place.
This sea of fire was merely a fleeting historical illusion, emanating no real heat. Yet, countless phantom flames around it automatically converged onto the greatsword without any wind. As if injected with a large amount of firewood, the flames wrapped around the blade suddenly burst into flames.
"It was worth it to choose this location for the battlefield. Here, one can summon the lingering power of the gods..."
The "preacher" seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere, greedily breathing in the air, while his gaze was fixed on the fleeing figure. Then, as if pronouncing a judgment, he condescendingly delivered his verdict: "You still think you can escape alive? Just accept your fate and die under my 'Zhuangcheng Blade'."
Please don't just use my name to name a knife, okay? Although I'm not that unhappy about it.
The "Preacher" suddenly swung his broadsword, and flames transformed into a giant sword aura that shot towards Wuchang.
With his unpredictable sprinting speed, he should have been able to escape the abandoned building while the "preacher" was gathering his strength and spouting nonsense, but he failed. It wasn't because his running speed had slowed down, nor because the location had changed, and he couldn't see any discernible alteration. For some reason, as if a bug had appeared in reality, he simply couldn't escape.
I could tell. In any other location, he would probably have been able to escape, but it's different here. Because this is a place where I once exerted my power, a place that holds sentimental value for me, the weapon engraved with my name receives a mysterious boost.
When Wuchang, a follower of the Chaotic Fate, clashes with that weapon, his fate is sealed. If there were a large power disparity, it wouldn't be so bad, but now both are at the same level, making this restraint fatal. The special location and the special weapon—defeat is already etched into Wuchang's destiny. No matter how logically he tries to reverse the situation or escape, defeat will surreally befall him.
Power that doesn't belong to oneself is a double-edged sword. If he hadn't summoned the power of life's turbidity into himself, he might have had a chance to win. Furthermore, if he could have anticipated his opponent's strategy and trump cards based on this location, things might have turned out differently. However, as the Great Impermanence, I'm too young, and the "myth" between me and the life's turbidity is too new; he probably didn't expect the other party to come up with such an idea.
Although he was a follower of the Turbid Life Sect, I had no intention of watching him die by the "Preacher's" blade. Putting everything else aside, I did not intend to let the "Preacher," who recklessly abused my power, have his way. That fiery sword energy was ultimately my power as well, and with a thought from me, the fiery sword energy judged Wuchang as a "friendly force."
Surprisingly, an explosion still occurred the moment the fiery sword energy struck Wuchang. Wuchang let out a painful cry, flying backward through the smoke and dust, his entire body exploding and spraying blood, before crashing into a nearby support pillar and falling to the ground, unconscious.
"Why?"
Xiao Qiao, the junior, seemed to think I would get involved, but when she saw the result, it was as if I was just watching from the sidelines, and she showed a surprised expression.
I first checked the injury of the impermanent man, and then said, "Don't worry, he's fine."
Junior Sister Xiao Qiao nodded with a half-understanding expression.
Actually, it's not that he's really alright. That impermanent person was seriously injured, but he won't die for the time being. I'll heal him later. But the fact that he was injured just now is really strange. I thought about the changes I had just witnessed and analyzed it in my mind. I quickly came to a conclusion and couldn't help but feel speechless.
The problem probably wasn't with the fiery sword energy, but with the life-turbid magic power that descended upon that impermanent being. Just now, when the fiery sword energy came into contact with the life-turbid magic power, the life-turbid magic power went out of control. It was like someone who absolutely hates cockroaches being swatted in the face by a southern cockroach spreading its wings and flying away—even knowing it wouldn't cause any real harm, the reaction would still be extremely intense.
Perhaps it's because the source of my power, the Life Turbidity, is so disgusted and fearful of me that its descending magic reacted to such an extent.
"What's going on... it feels weird."
The "Preacher" also seemed to feel that the outcome of the victory was not quite what he had originally imagined, and then seemed to have other guesses: "Could it be that the collision of the powers of these two gods was bound to cause this result? When encountering the power of Zhuangcheng, the power of Mingzhuo will commit suicide?"
"...Never mind, that's not important...Let's go and deliver the final blow first."
He said that, but his eyes were still warily scanning his surroundings, perhaps because he couldn't shake off the unease about the unknown changes that had suddenly appeared on his battlefield. In this strange world, people with this quality often live longer. And soon, he noticed Xiao Qiao, his junior.
The ordinary people he had persuaded and lured around him were either unconscious or too shocked to stand by the first wave of noise. In his mind, it was probably surprising enough that they weren't dead, let alone that Xiao Qiao was still standing. An aggressive look appeared on his face as he pointed the tip of his knife at Xiao Qiao.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked.
Xiao Qiao, a junior student, shrank back behind me and said timidly, "Wh...what?"
Who exactly are you?
He spoke sternly, then his gaze suddenly fell on me, because I had no intention of hiding any longer.
To be honest, being talked about and boasted about like that just now makes me a little embarrassed to walk out like this. It's not that I don't allow others to do that, but I hope next time I can be mentally prepared beforehand. Actually, I'm still quite happy.
The "preacher's" voice suddenly grew louder and more dangerous: "And who are you?!"
While shouting my question, he didn't wait for my reply and unhesitatingly swung the so-called "Zhuangcheng Blade," unleashing a huge flaming sword aura at me.
"Extinguish".
As soon as I finished speaking, the enormous fiery sword energy and the illusory sea of fire that covered the entire floor disappeared as if a light switch had been turned off.
(End of this chapter)
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