Chapter 69 Pursuit
It is the breath of heaven!
Wenren Su's jaw was tense and his eyes showed genuine surprise.
What's going on? The Heavenly Dao in this plane actually has a will?
No, no, I'm afraid that from the very beginning, when we traveled here, including the external consciousness that interfered, the Heavenly Dao was aware of it.
He had been patiently and dormant, and when he saw that he was about to succeed, he finally seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity...
Wen Rensu figured it out. His dark pupils revealed an inorganic coldness, and the corners of his mouth raised.
Once the Heavenly Dao is destroyed, He will never again allow outsiders, that is, himself, to harm the Son of Heaven.
A strong wind blew violently in the Plum Garden, the sky was obscured by the incoming dark clouds, and thunder and lightning flashed across the sky.
The Heavenly Dao, with the pressure of judgment, locked onto the dying Imperial Master on the snow.
The Imperial Master's body suddenly stiffened, and his resentful eyes were suddenly replaced by confusion and extreme fear.
He seemed to have lost control of his body, and like a puppet, he sat up stiffly and involuntarily from the snow.
With an unskilled gesture, he pulled out a plain longbow from his back, bit his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the longbow, which instantly glowed with golden light.
"Outsiders shall be executed."
A voice without any emotion came out of the mouth of the national teacher, but the timbre was completely different.
He came from the nine heavens and used the broken body of the national teacher to kill the culprit who disrupted the world line.
The bow was like a full moon, and an arrow condensed from thin air. This arrow was imbued with the power of thunder, and the space around it was distorted.
A terrifying pressure that made one's soul tremble instantly enveloped the entire plum garden. It was the embodiment of the original power.
The bowstring was released - it seemed as if a resonance was caused between heaven and earth, carrying with it a momentum that could topple mountains and seas.
The trajectory of the Heavenly Path Arrow wasn't a straight line, but rather, it seemed to possess a life force, tightly grasping Wen Rensu's breath. Wherever the arrow passed, ripples formed in the air.
Endless streams of data flashed frantically in the depths of Wen Rensu's pupils. The moment the arrow left the bowstring, he was already in motion, a blurry afterimage, using the garden's jagged rockery and sturdy plum trees as cover, constantly changing direction.
"Boom—"
The arrow followed and hit the rockery that Wen Rensu had just dodged. The hard Taihu stone instantly turned into powder and the air was filled with smoke and dust.
Wen Rensu's figure did not stop, moving through the gravel and dust like a ghost.
Although the arrow could track, it was not infinitely flexible. Every time it hit an obstacle or made a sharp turn, the power of the way of heaven contained in it seemed to be consumed.
Ling Zheng, who was standing by, witnessed the destructive power of the strange arrow with his own eyes and was filled with inexplicable horror.
What powerful evil possessed the Imperial Master? And what did "outsiders" mean?
Seeing that the situation was critical, Ling Zheng did not give him time to think. He flipped his wrist, drew out the Ziwu Yuanyang Yue from his waist, jumped up several times, and arrived in front of the "National Master" in an instant.
The two axes crossed, as fast as lightning, and went straight for the opponent's arm holding the longbow.
Ling Zheng's behavior, in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, was no different from turning his elbow outward, causing the "National Master" to show an angry look at his lack of resistance and cursed, "Idiot."
Faced with the entanglement of the Son of Heaven, He had to distract himself and swing his longbow to block.
Ling Zheng, however, did not understand the good intentions of the "national teacher". The Ziwu Yuanyang Yue was like a thorn in his flesh, and every move was ruthless.
Although he was unable to actually injure the body protected by the Heavenly Dao, he succeeded in forcing the opponent into a state of panic, unable to draw his bow calmly again.
Seeing Ling Zheng being so ungrateful, Tiandao was enraged. He controlled the National Master to swing Ling Zheng's two axes, and suddenly leaped back to create some distance.
He raised the longbow again. This time, he did not aim immediately. Instead, the bowstring trembled slightly, as if calculating something, and then released it.
"Buzz—"
The second golden arrow flew out. This arrow seemed to have predicted Wen Rensu's movements and shot towards the direction where he was most likely to dodge next, completely blocking his retreat.
Wenren complained that his pupils constricted. The calculation was done at an extremely fast speed, after tens of thousands of simulations, and the result was finally returned.
At the critical moment, he forcibly stopped the original trend, twisted his body at an incredible angle, like a broken willow branch, forcibly changed the direction, and flipped sideways at an extremely tricky angle.
The arrow whizzed past his waist, and the strong wind tore through his clothes, leaving the skin and flesh at his waist exposed, and blood gushed out instantly. The severe pain made Wen Rensu groan, and he stumbled to the ground.
Damn it, I still underestimated the strength of Fang Tiandao. Wen Rensu's expression was fierce, as if he was facing a great enemy.
Ling Zheng was furious when he saw Wen Rensu was injured.
What the hell was this thing? Why was it so determined to kill Wen Rensu? Countless thoughts flashed through Ling Zheng's mind, but he had no way of knowing the truth.
The enemy was so powerful that he forgot about his own safety and attacked more frantically, trying to interrupt the opponent's rhythm.
"Stubborn!"
The Heavenly Dao completely lost its patience. He controlled the "National Master" to emit a cry that was neither human nor inhuman, and the ground began to shake.
This time, the longbow had no golden light or thunder. Instead, an arrow made up of countless fine and regular silk threads condensed out of thin air.
It was as if it had locked onto the cause and effect of Wen Rensu, ignoring all evasion and defense, and pointing directly to the essence of his existence.
The glass-like arrow seemed to merge into the void and disappeared in an instant. When it reappeared, it was three inches in front of Wen Rensu's eyebrows.
"No——" Ling Zheng's eyes were bloodshot. This scene aroused panic deep in his soul. Even though he was still confused about the current situation, he could see that Wen Rensu could not escape!
Without any thought, Ling Zheng used up all his life's cultivation, even burning his blood and essence. He roared, his body turned into a shadow, and pounced towards Wen Rensu at a speed beyond his limit.
He didn't know what he could do, he just wanted to do his best to stand in front of Wen Ren Su.
At the same time, Wen Rensu caught sight of Ling Zheng's attack, and a rational idea came to his mind -
When he died, he was merely expelled from the small world, but when Ling Zheng died, he truly ceased to exist.
I was really too confident this time.
Wen Rensu raised his arms, pushed Ling Zheng away naturally, and faced the arrow with relief.
Unexpectedly, Ling Zheng's lightness skill faltered for a second without any warning, and Wen Rensu's attempt to push Ling Zheng away failed because of Ling Zheng's loss of control.
Wen Rensu's indifferent expression was instantly moved.
“Puff—”
The arrow of the law of cause and effect pierced Ling Zheng's back.
Ling Zheng's back was arched, and his beautiful eyes were gradually covered with mist.
The body seemed to have lost all vitality and slowly fell backwards.
Wen Rensu's previous actions replayed in his mind, his eyelashes trembled, and his eyelids curved into an arc with difficulty.
This is not a one-man show, that's enough.
Ever since the Zi Gu left the body, the backlash of the Liang Yi Gu has come every now and then. Just now, it was caught off guard again, and the Yin Qi eroded the meridians like a flood that broke through a dam.
Wen Rensu's brain froze, and he subconsciously stretched out his arms to catch the powerless body, half-kneeling and holding it in his arms.
"Ling Zheng...?"
Wen Rensu's voice was trembling and confused like never before. He looked down at the person in his arms.
Ling Zheng's front was instantly soaked with boiling blood. His beautiful face turned as pale as paper, and blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth.
The power of heaven is raging in his body, madly destroying his vitality.
The posture of the person in his arms was infinitely magnified in Wen Rensu's eyes. The program reported errors one after another, and he suddenly lost the ability to control his expression, appearing cold.
However, Ling Zheng tried hard to raise his eyelids, and instead of being annoyed, he smiled.
Because his vision was already blurry, but he could feel a few drops of liquid falling on his face, very hot...
The "National Master" showed strong emotions for the first time, with astonishment and rage alternating on his face, and he seemed to want to take some action.
But at this moment, Ling Zheng's new batch of elite reinforcements finally broke through the puppets' obstruction and poured in here one after another.
Tiandao realized that nothing could be done, and finally glanced at them with malice, as if looking at a hopeless stone.
The vast will was withdrawn from the body of the national teacher.
“Uhh—”
The Imperial Master let out a howl of his own, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight to the ground, his life or death unknown.
The raindrops fell drip by drip, and soon turned into a downpour. The white rain curtain blocked the presence of the heavy reinforcements.
Wen Rensu's attention was focused on the faint breathing of the person in his arms.
Feeling the rapid ebb of Ling Zheng's vitality, an unprecedented throbbing hit Wen Rensu's data core, and the algorithm continued to collapse and reconstruct.
Incredibly, emotions that are infinitely close to human emotions emerge.
"W-why..." Wenren Su stuttered.
The rain hit Ling Zheng's face, and his eyelashes gathered into clusters, and his distracted eyes turned away.
He opened his mouth, and more blood gushed out, diluted by the rain. His voice was as weak as a candle in the wind:
"Heh... don't you... always want to see me... in a mess?" He forced out an extremely difficult smile, but with a hint of inexplicable satisfaction.
He said intermittently: "This time... it's quite embarrassing..."
He raised the hand that was still able to move, as if wanting to touch Wen Rensu's cheek, but his fingertips trembled and fell down weakly halfway.
Wen Rensu's heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand. He caught the other person's hand and placed his palm on his cheek, which was also soaked by the rain.
Ling Zheng's voice gradually became smaller, but he still asked stubbornly: "The ruined temple three years ago... was it you... right?"
"...Yes." At this point, there was no point in hiding it. Wen Rensu kissed Ling Zheng's fingers, trying to leave a little warmth, his mind a mess.
Ling Zheng's eyes flickered, a mixture of relief and regret. The curve of his mouth deepened slightly, as if he had received the answer he wanted most.
Wen Rensu knelt in the snow, holding the gradually cooling body in his arms, motionless. He lowered his head, his dark hair obscuring his face, and Ling Zheng's blood soaked through his clothes.
Just then—
A light yellow beam of light condensed above the sky and silently hit Ling Zheng's eyebrows.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils, which were about to go out, were filled with a soft light, as if they were clear and bright, penetrating time and space.
A consciousness with a familiar aura, like waking from a dream, merged with Ling Zheng's body, briefly suppressing the raging power of the Heavenly Dao.
Countless broken images flooded into his mind like a torrent—
It is the bustling modern city, the cold and complex medical equipment, the portrait with hidden meaning... a strange yet familiar face.
The memories of the two lives collided in Ling Zheng's mind, and a suppressed groan escaped, as if the soul was torn apart and reassembled.
He knew through introspection that his heart meridians were severed and there was no way to save him. However, he still needed to do one thing!
Faced with the sudden change, Wen Rensu froze, not knowing the truth, and subconsciously wanted to ask, but Ling Zheng didn't give him a chance.
"Don't ask yet."
Ling Zheng's hands burst out with amazing strength as if a last ray of light, and climbed onto the back of Wen Rensu's neck.
Facing the astonished gaze, Ling Zheng used all his strength, raised his head, and kissed Wen Rensu's lips fiercely with a determination like a sacrifice.
This kiss has the salty taste of rainwater, but also contains a burning passion, and...
Wen Rensu widened his eyes. Not to mention the soft touch on his lips, a huge source of the world's origin was pouring into his body through their tightly pressed lips and teeth.
This realization shocked Wen Rensu greatly. He felt Ling Zheng's body trembling and felt his desperate gamble.
I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like a moment, and also like an eternity.
Ling Zheng finally used up his last bit of strength, his lips loosened powerlessly, his body collapsed into Wen Ren Su's arms, and the arm that was clinging to Wen Ren Su's neck also slipped down.
His face was even paler than before, and his breath was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable, but the clarity in his eyes had not disappeared, and he even felt a bit more uneasy.
He breathed lightly, looking at the person so close to him, his eyes were complex and hard to read, with fragments of memories from the previous life, the love and hate of this life, and even the infatuation that spanned two lives.
"My... authority... can only... give... this much..." Ling Zheng squeezed every word out from his heart, "Take me... with you..."
He raised his delicate chin, pointing to the rain-shrouded sky, and seemed to be pointing to some unknown dimension.
He didn't know what Wen Rensu's feelings were towards him. Was it a mission? Was he using her? Or was there genuine love?
These words exhausted all of Ling Zheng's courage.
Wen Rensu looked down at Ling Zheng, who was barely breathing in his arms. The other person's eyes hid an extremely restrained hope.
The original power in the body was still surging, the collection program was overloaded, and the whole body was burning as if it was in magma.
His heart, however, seemed to have been cleansed of all worldly desires, like a prodigal son finally finding his way home.
"Okay." Wen Rensu didn't hesitate at all. He tightened his arms and pulled Ling Zheng's body closer to his heart, as if to merge him into his own flesh and blood.
It suddenly realized that its desire to collect the origin of the world was not inexplicable.
It was when it accidentally learned that since the original power could create the entire world, shaping the physical body was a piece of cake that it came up with the above idea.
It turns out that deep down, it is not willing to be the most advanced AI in the high-dimensional world, but is more eager to be loaded with real emotions and experience the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of human beings.
During this period, the Sons of Heaven in the two worlds were very similar to it. They were also beings composed of data, but their eyes gradually showed more and more vivid brilliance, shining brightly.
Perhaps this is how he taught himself emotions.
"Let's do it together." Wen Rensu lowered his head and rubbed the top of Ling Zheng's head with unskilled tenderness.
In order for them to truly stay together, the origin of this world is not enough.
The uneasiness in Ling Zheng's eyes finally turned into a smile. He closed his eyes contentedly and completely lost consciousness.
He won the bet.
The rain continued to pour down, washing away the mess and blood in the plum garden. Wen Rensu, holding the lifeless Ling Zheng in his arms, slowly stood up.
He looked up at the clear blue sky, his eyes flashing with a determination that others could not understand.
This time, it's no longer aimless.
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