Chapter 213 Reluctant to Part
"Little Shi..." Xi He rushed towards the God-Slaying Spear, she knew all too well how terrifying this spear was.
The next second, Xihe also self-destructed, sacrificing her life to buy time for Chang Hao.
"Sister..." Changxi cried out in anguish, chasing after Xihe's mangled body...
Chang Hao turned his head in disbelief, only to see Xi He turn into a blood mist before his eyes. At that moment, Chang Hao felt utterly hopeless.
Xihe is gone too.
In his dazed state, Chang Hao forgot how he drew his sword. He only saw a dazzling light burst through the blood prison, and the continuous tolling of the Eastern Emperor Bell seemed to be mourning. The Cangmin Sword passed in front of Houtu, and Chang Hao's figure appeared behind Houtu in an instant, striking with a backhand sword...
The power of law that Rahu left on Houtu turned to ashes inch by inch. Houtu's remaining consciousness could not suppress the newly born Empress Pingxin, and the power of the Netherworld laws swirled around her...
Chang Hao stomped Pingxin back into the Netherworld, bringing the war between the Lich King and the Demon King to a close, and the world mourned.
"It's over, Di Jun is gone too..." In Zixiao Palace, the Heavenly Dao was in chaos. Di Jun was gone, Haotian was gone, where was he going to find another Heavenly Emperor?
The Heavenly Dao is in chaos, but Hongjun is even more chaotic. Staring at the familiar figure in the water mirror, his fingers trembled uncontrollably.
A familiar figure, familiar moves, familiar laws, familiar light...
Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a quick glance, then stole another look at their master's barely contained rage, and were secretly alarmed.
Yuanshi's face was full of gloom, and he was clearly flustered. "You've gone back on your word, haven't you?"
Tongtian Shou secretly gripped the Qingping Sword at his waist, his face showing a conflicted expression. This atmosphere wasn't quite right...
"Liar!!!" Hongjun disappeared from Zixiao Palace.
Yuanshi followed closely behind Hongjun and disappeared from Zixiao Palace in the next instant. He would deal with Chang Hao's deception later, but he must not let his master harm Chang Hao's life.
I jumped up, "Oh no!!! We have to chase after them..." What do you mean by "calm as if the sky were falling and the earth were collapsing"? That's only because I've never encountered anything this difficult...
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Chang Hao's face turned pale. He blankly shrunk Taiyi, who had transformed into his true form, and placed him inside the Eastern Emperor Bell. This was the only elder he had saved.
After searching and carefully gathering the remains of Di Jun and Xi He, Chang Hao finally couldn't hold back anymore. His legs went weak, and he knelt down over their bodies, weeping bitterly, "Father, Mother... It's my fault, it's my fault for not coming sooner..."
He shouldn't have worried so much; in the end, all his worries came to nothing.
“Man proposes, God disposes. All my efforts were in vain. Fate is truly cruel.” Chang Hao didn’t know what the point of all his actions was. “After going through so much, I returned to find my parents’ reunion turning into despair. If I had known this would happen, why did I have so many concerns? I’m just a superfluous person living in this world…”
"Brother..." Nuwa, arriving late, followed in Chang Hao's footsteps, heartbroken, and wept bitterly over Fuxi's body: "Didn't you say you would return in triumph? You lied to me, you lied to me... You died for Dijun, what am I going to do... Brother..."
Holding the Hetu and Luoshu, Kunpeng was unsure whether to congratulate Chang Hao and Nuwa on their victory or to offer their condolences...
Feeling that he would get slapped no matter what he said, Kunpeng thought it over and over and could only gather the remaining soldiers of the demon race first.
The only surviving Ancestral Witch, Gonggong, seemed like a wandering ghost. "They're all gone..." His dull eyes stared blankly at the demon saint and demon prince in the distance, who were suffering uncontrollably. He sneered, "Hahahaha, suffering is what's good. How can you laugh at my suffering? Let's all die together..."
Gonggong charged straight at Buzhou Mountain, intending to make the Wu tribe suffer, and the demon tribe suffer as well. He wanted to take the world down with him.
Gonggong burned his very essence and was about to bang his head against Mount Buzhou...
"Stop him quickly..." Kunpeng was ashen-faced. If Mount Buzhou collapsed, they would all be doomed.
Kunpeng, who always prided himself on his speed, was now filled with despair. How could it still be so far away... It was too late...
"Bang..." Honglian, who had been panicking on the top of Buzhou Mountain, was very anxious to see her master fighting alone. However, due to her master's orders, she kept an eye on Buzhou Mountain. Finally, she managed to slap Gonggong away in time.
The immense karma caused Gonggong to self-destruct in mid-air, and from then on, none of the twelve ancestral witches survived.
The roc fell from the sky, its wings still trembling with fear.
Honglian timely saved Buzhou Mountain, and Heaven immediately bestowed merit upon her. Along with the golden light of merit, Hongjun's thunderous wrath also descended.
"Chang Hao..." Thunderous rage descended from the heavens.
The lich, still shaken, looked up and saw the Dao Ancestor suddenly appear in the sky, his face full of rage.
No, it's Gonggong who should be angry. It was Gonggong who rammed Buzhou Mountain in an attempt to perish together with it. What does it have to do with Changhao?
"What an ungrateful person..." Unaware that Chang Hao had lost two close relatives and that the fate of his uncle was unknown, Hongjun was heartbroken and experienced the despair of a world turned upside down for the first time.
"You have deceived me so deeply, do you know that deceiving me is like deceiving Heaven?" All the past events are still vivid in my mind. Was all of this just him being presumptuous and sentimental? What he said about treating him like a father god was all just to deceive him.
Chang Hao looked up at Hongjun amidst the golden light of merit, and the numb head slowly told Chang Hao a message: Hongjun already knew.
Indeed, he hadn't held back at all when he sent Houtu back to the Netherworld. Facing Hongjun's hateful gaze, Chang Hao's heart, which he thought was numb, clenched again. What was the use of making excuses now that things had come to this?
"Hongjun never kills nameless people in his life. Who are you from the lower realm and where do you come from?" Hongjun was furious. "Let me tell you first: Hongjun existed before Heaven!"
“First there was Hongjun, then there was Heaven,” Chang Hao murmured to himself, feeling lost and unaware of where he was. “Lu Ya Daoist was still before him.”
"Fine, fine, fine, Lu Ya Dao Ren, what else do you have to say?" Hongjun was furious and embarrassed. He now knew the whole story clearly. It turned out that from beginning to end, it was all just his own wishful thinking.
Chang Hao's mind was hazy and he couldn't defend himself. He had done all of this, and whether Hongjun forgave him or not, he would accept it. He was exhausted, and it wouldn't hurt to just fall into a deep sleep.
"Why are you silent?" Hongjun asked incredulously. "Could it be that you've already admitted everything?" Even if things were exposed, wouldn't Mo Changhao feel guilty? Beg for mercy a few times! You used to have a mouth full of twisted arguments and sweet talk every day, why are you silent now?
Hongjun hated himself for still hoping that Chang Hao could give him an explanation, and hated himself even more for his indecisiveness. He had always been a decisive person, so why was he still rambling on and on, unwilling to return the swords that Chang Hao—Lu Ya—had given him?
"I have no regrets about the past, and I have a clear conscience about the present." What could Lu Ya say to Chang Hao? Making excuses would only make him despise himself.
"Very well, a clear conscience indeed, draw your sword." Hongjun shouted coldly.
Chang Hao raised his sword and looked around at the empty space. The reunion with his family had become a dream, and even Hongjun had turned against him. What joy was there in life at this point?
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