Chapter 787: A Dead End! [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
Xun Zhen said, "Our lord is breaking through."
Wu Xian looked at Xun Zhen and then at the distance. Even from that distance, he could feel the oppressive aura emanating from that direction.
"Breakthrough? Breakthrough in what?"
Despite having suspicions, Wu Xian dared not think about it.
Shen Tang's age is too deceptive.
Gong Xichou crossed his arms and faced the battlefield, saying, "Slay the evil thoughts and advance to the sixteenth-level Great Supreme Realm."
Of course, this is the strength perceived by outsiders.
In reality, Gong Xichou didn't know what level of cultivation he was at.
As a sacred object of the Gongxi clan, Mama is shrouded in mystery, and her path to advancement may differ from others.
Wu Xian's lips twitched violently; his most reluctant guess had been confirmed. He gave a slightly awkward dry laugh: "Sister Chen is about to break through? Truly, a hero emerges from among the young! Are we just going to stand here and watch? Shouldn't we do something to lend a hand?"
Gong Xichou said, "Try not to interfere."
Wu Xian asked, "But what if we fail..."
Gong Xichou interrupted him: "If you want to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts but can't even eliminate your own bloodlust, even if you help her get through this, the subsequent Heavenly Thunder tempering will make her pay back even more. It's not worth it. You might as well just watch."
No one present was more wary of the lightning tribulation than Gong Xichou.
Although Gongxi Chou had a clear conscience, his hands were stained with blood he shouldn't have during his years following Tang Guo. Perhaps due to the heavy burden of his killings, the heavenly lightning was exceptionally powerful. Pursued by malevolent intent, backlash from the totem, and struck by heavenly lightning—every surviving Sixteenth-Rank Grand Master was a lucky one. However, this time, Mama's process was a bit strange; the thunderclouds arrived far too quickly…
It gives people the illusion that they can't wait to chop someone up.
Wu Xian could only watch as Gong Xichou said this.
Although they were looking, they couldn't actually see anything—because Wu Xian himself wasn't very strong, and Shen Tang and her evil thoughts fought with complete abandon, so all they could see was yellow sand filling the sky, with occasional glimpses of sword light.
Nevertheless, seeing the huge craters, some tens of feet in diameter, popping up on the battlefield from time to time, Wu Xian frowned nervously.
At this critical juncture, he was probably the one who most wanted Shen Tang to be safe and sound. Coexisting with Shen Tang was better than facing a ruthless character like Huang Lie. With Shen Tang's strength further increasing, the people who should be most troubled were Huang Lie and his group! The spectators held their breath.
Compared to their nervousness, the two Shen Tangs involved didn't have so many thoughts; they just wanted to get things done!
Before taking action, three-year-old Chen Tang did one more thing. She raised her sword and waved it in the air, temporarily severing a certain connection, her smile innocent: "Now, Youli can act freely."
She pouted pitifully, "You shouldn't have hurt Yuli!"
If it weren't for the fact that she herself had been hurt, she wouldn't have been able to bring herself to lay a hand on the person in front of her. After all, they had been neighbors for quite some time. Even though the other person was cold and indifferent to her, Youli was a good girl who respected the elderly and cared for the young, so she didn't hold it against her.
The evil thought said calmly, "Don't be so childish."
She looks absolutely awful.
He then added insult to injury: "I'm so disgusted!"
And then there's "Youli," the one who claims she just can't bring herself to say it. We're the same person, so why is the other person so unburdened?
The result of his sharp tongue was that thousands of sword lights came flying at him.
She sneered maliciously, not taking the attack seriously. Because it was the same person, she knew what three-year-old Chen Tang wanted to do! The two identical, simple longswords clashed hundreds of times in an instant, with dense sword shadows and sparks bursting forth.
clang--
The two swords touched and then immediately separated.
Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the thunderclouds overhead. The surrounding天地气 (heaven and earth energy) mingled with the howling wind and thunder, and visible purple currents flickered intermittently. The mark on her fair forehead gradually solidified from a transparent, ethereal state, and a strange crimson hue appeared on her lower eyelids. Her aura instantly overwhelmed the imposing presence of the three-year-old Chen Tang. She formed a hand seal with her left hand: "In the name of the gods, summon—"
Shan, three years old, Chen Tang, suddenly opened her eyes wide.
He said angrily, "You cheated!"
They even dragged the kids into it!
The evil thought ignored the other party, for a voice from the void had already responded: "Yes! Obey the command of my god—"
jingle!
A figure shrouded in the priest's robes gradually emerged.
His entire body was shrouded in a thick, wide robe, with only a pair of hands, seemingly sculpted from white jade, visible. He opened his hand and clenched it, and a gracefully swaying wooden staff materialized from his palm, red flowers fluttering wildly at its tip. On the city wall, Gongxi Chou, whose shoulders had been slumped in a lazy manner, instantly straightened his chest. Even though a two-finger-wide strip of cloth covered his eyes, outsiders could see his astonishment.
"The aura of the High Priest?"
He almost set off for the battlefield.
After a moment, he forced himself to endure it—because it wasn't the aura of a living person, but merely an illusory avatar! The true form of the avatar was nowhere to be found, nor was its fate known.
Gong Xichou took a deep breath to suppress his excitement.
Goodwill, however, lacked his composure. Seeing the person who should have stood by his side helping someone else, the anger on his face almost turned into a tangible flame. But he still managed to force a smile, looking at the phantom with a hurt expression: "Little friend, you're not going to play with Youli anymore? Are you going to stand opposite Youli?"
The phantom figure said, "I have come at your command."
Upon hearing this, the smile on Shan Nian's lips vanished completely, leaving only indifference and chilling coldness. A beam of light surged from her palm, instantly spreading to the sword and turning the gleaming Mother's Sword crimson. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air ripped apart, emitting a piercing, hoarse sound. Beneath Shan Nian's feet, vines resembling human hands sprouted from the ground…
"Since that's the case, you only have one path left—" She tilted her head, looking at the evil thoughts and the phantom of the high priest, and smiled innocently as she sweetly said, "Death!"
The malevolent thought glanced at the thunderclouds overhead and calmly murmured, "So—you call this a benevolent thought?"
Lei Yun did not answer, but the originally purple lightning turned into an ominous blackish-purple, and Lei Yun also turned dark black.
"Priestess, banish the gods!"
The phantom moved at the sound, but even faster was the sword thrusting towards his chest by good intentions. Just as the tip of the sword was about to touch his clothes, it was knocked away by another tremendous force. The phantom seemed to calmly retreat and fly into the air, his wooden staff drawing in dark purple lightning, his lips slightly moving.
With his hands clasped together in front of his chest, forming a hand seal, the priest's wide robes fluttered in the strong wind, revealing a youthful face beneath the hood. Mysterious patterns transformed into a giant net, spreading outwards from him like a fishing net in all directions.
Ding ding ding ding ding—
Each part of the "fishing net" had a core array eye, which, carrying the power of absorbed heavenly lightning, slammed into the ground and sank into the earth. Accompanied by a "zzzz" of electricity, a shield gradually closed, enveloping both good and evil thoughts within it.
Just as the seal was about to take shape, a chilling killing intent struck from behind. For a moment, he had the illusion that he had been pierced through the chest. But this fatal blow was quickly stopped by the evil thought! In that brief opening, the seal completely closed.
Almost the instant they merged, the momentum of both good and evil thoughts rapidly declined. Within a few breaths, they couldn't even maintain a brief moment of airtime and plummeted to the ground. The "Forbidden God," as the name suggests, was something the evil thought had specifically prepared to use against them.
This is equivalent to temporarily sealing off the Danfu (energy center), making it impossible to use either literary or martial energy, and forcing one to rely solely on physical strength to resist.
Shan Nian glanced at the illusory figure with a complicated expression.
He said softly, "Little friend, this is the second time."
She straightened up: "Youli said that anyone who stands opposite Youli, regardless of their status, will only face death."
Sensing something was wrong, the evil thought turned to look at the illusory figure.
The phantom figure looked down at its own chest. The crimson sword was slowly dissipating, piercing its heart with unerring accuracy. Though it was merely a phantom, blood flowed from its wound. The phantom figure blinked, bowed, and retreated.
The evil thought looked at the good thought before it with disbelief.
I asked her, "Guess what I want to do right now?"
Shan Nian's eyes were still bright and kind, her almond-shaped eyes curving with a smile: "What game do you want to play with You Li, big sister?"
Evil thought: "I'll send you to the Yellow Springs!"
With a grin, Shan Nian said, "Just you, big sister? As your future self, do you really want to stifle your original self?"
The answer to malice is a pair of fists.
Boom boom boom—
The earth cracked and spread from beneath her palm, and thunder roared down.
——
Central part of the mainland.
A boy dressed in exotic attire squatted on the ground, his eyes fixed on a plump, white worm wriggling on a blade of grass. Beside him squatted another boy, slightly older than him. The older boy, looking at the worm, asked, "Is this the worm that Thirteen eats?"
After saying that, he prepared to grab the insect and stuff it into his mouth.
As a result, someone patted the back of my hand.
The boy from another land: "These are just ordinary insects."
Thirteen questions: "Is it edible?"
The foreign boy said, "You can eat it, but it's best not to."
Upon hearing this, Thirteen gave a slightly disappointed "Oh".
"Teacher, Fourth Uncle, and your Sixth Brother will be back soon, we—" The foreign boy looked up at the sky, then at his dirty robes that he had been playing around in for half the day. He felt guilty and flustered, and prepared to get up to "destroy the evidence" or he would be scolded.
I just got up and felt a sudden, inexplicable sharp pain in my chest.
He looked down, and a patch of scarlet blood smeared across his chest.
The pungent smell of blood rushed into his nostrils.
He frantically tried to wipe away the blood, but the stain on his clothes only grew larger, and the blood flowed uncontrollably. The next moment, everything went black, and in his fading consciousness, he vaguely heard Uncle Lin's panicked voice, after which he knew nothing more.
After an unknown amount of time, a dark green light suddenly appeared in the pitch-black world, and he ran wildly in the direction of the light.
At the end of the road was a mirror that was a hundred feet tall.
However, the strange mirror did not reflect his face, but rather a completely unfamiliar one. The owner of this face was also dressed in a high priest's robe, with mature and handsome features. He was currently standing with his arms outstretched, his expression serious, blocking a group of people.
The group consisted of both men and women, dressed in a style similar to that of the men, and carrying various weapons.
The two sides were on the verge of exchanging blows, but then the scene shifted, and a man was pierced through the chest by a sword whose features were obscured.
The sword's owner's features were also blurred, her mouth opening and closing. She spoke a strange, unfamiliar language, yet strangely, I could understand her. She was saying: "This is the first time!"
This is also the last time!
Those who turn away from God will also be turned away by God!
These words exploded in his ears like thunder, startling him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat. When he came to his senses, the image in the mirror had changed again. Countless different images flashed by rapidly: flowers, grass, birds, insects, trees…
The only thing they have in common is that the perspective of all these images follows the same figure from behind. This figure is also strange, carrying a bizarre small coffin on its back and holding a vine staff broken in two. Judging from its figure, it should be a woman.
He felt a strange sense of familiarity about it.
A restless feeling seemed to surge within his chest, while at the same time, something seemed to be brewing in his throat, waiting for an opportunity to be spoken. After a long while, the mirror disappeared.
A glowing figure appeared on the spot.
He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he felt that their aura was broad and gentle, as if it encompassed everything, making him want to get close to them.
The other person said, "Go back."
He pursed his lips and refused to answer.
The other party urged again: "Listen to me, little priest."
He finally mustered the courage to ask: "Where are you?"
The other person laughed and said, "I am everywhere."
He asked, "How can I find you?"
When you call upon me with devotion, I will come.
He instinctively doubted the truth of the statement, but a force prevented him from voicing his doubts, and he could only blink.
The other party replied, "Okay, I can't come for now."
He asked, "Are you very busy?"
The karmic obstacles of the mortal world, the vast sea of suffering, the ebb and flow of all beings.
He was puzzled: "What do you mean?"
The other party explained: "[While I'm undergoing tribulation, I'm busy rescuing people.]"
When will you be able to get me?
|ω`)
God saves the world from suffering and, incidentally, gains a believer.
P.S.: I'm allergic to the plaster, and now my wrist is red, swollen, and itchy. I'm so unlucky!
PPS: How was the college entrance exam? Did it go smoothly?
(End of this chapter)
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