Chapter 102 The World Was Desolate "It hurts so much, Master..."
A deafening clap of thunder suddenly rang out, followed by a flash of white light. The crowd outside the Heavenly Sound Palace scattered, their shouts creating a chaotic cacophony.
Lou Yan's frantic rush into the room came to an abrupt halt.
He looked up in astonishment, his eyes fixed on the lightning bolt that struck straight down from the sky, but he couldn't even move.
—He was put into a form-fixing spell.
In both his past and present lives, he had never felt so helpless.
The divine aura, exuding the fragrance of lotus flowers, bound him tightly. Lou Yan opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
The cold wind and rain lashed against my cheeks, blurring my vision for a moment, and all I could hear were the gasps of those around me.
"The tribulation lightning has descended!"
"Look, that's...that's a god!"
Lou Yan strained to look—
The sky was low, and lightning suddenly cleaved through the clouds. After a moment of blinding white light, the sky turned an eerie, demonic purple.
The long-accumulated tribulation lightning struck straight down, with the force to tear the sky apart and the sound to shake the heavens and the earth, heading straight for the high platform outside the Heavenly Sound Palace.
Heng Qichun was standing there.
The figure in pure white stood against the wind, without using any magic incantations or spiritual power to resist the lightning, relying solely on a mortal body to withstand the tribulation lightning.
"boom--!!!"
The deafening roar almost pierced everyone's eardrums.
For a fleeting moment, all Lou Yan could see was a blinding white light, and the even stronger lotus fragrance enveloped him more tightly, making every inch of land precious and leaving him no room to even catch his breath.
He could only try his best to open his eyes wide, and his pupils contracted several times in a very short period of time.
However, he still couldn't see anything clearly.
Only the immortals gathered around retreated in terror, and some of the younger disciples who were affected by the tribulation lightning screamed and fled from this dangerous place.
moment.
Or for a long time.
By the time Lou Yan was finally able to see the scene before him clearly, the surrounding crowd had already taken refuge below the platform.
He was the only one standing abruptly at the edge of the rooftop pool, unable to move his hands or speak, his eyes bloodshot with rage, and a faint, metallic taste of blood rising from his throat as he tried to break free of Heng Qichun's restraints.
Lightning and thunder still raged over Tiantai Pond.
Heng Qichun knelt there, his white shirt completely soaked by the rain. He supported himself on the ground with one hand, his long, snow-white hair falling down to his neck, revealing his scarred back.
A bolt of lightning struck him from his right shoulder down to his left waist, shattering flesh and blood, and the white bone on his back could be vaguely seen through the dripping wound.
Heng Qichun...
Lou Yan stared at the face that had long since lost its color, and images of them intertwined in bed the previous night flashed before her eyes.
He couldn't help but close his eyes.
Why……
Why should Heng Qichun suffer all this for him after he has just confessed his feelings?
Heaven is unjust. Lou Yan thought.
In his previous life, he was imprisoned underwater for three years, so he did not know that Heng Qichun had once taken such a terrifying lightning tribulation for him, which led him to misunderstand Heng Qichun's intentions for two hundred years.
One more time...
He opened his eyes again, looking almost pleadingly at the figure trying to stand up again.
—Master.
—Please let me go.
Lou Yan silently pursed his lips, trying to circulate his spiritual power in his dantian, the scorching warm current attempting to break through Heng Qichun's shaping technique.
The blood flowed backward, and a trace of blood quickly seeped from the corner of his lips.
"Boom—"
The unjust heavens seemed to sense that Lou Yan had the intention to break through the restrictions. Before he could successfully break through the binding spell, the second tribulation lightning was already about to strike.
Just as Heng Qichun managed to stand up, a sudden bolt of lightning pierced through the clouds and struck his back once more.
This caused countless gasps of surprise, and Nan Yushan couldn't help but rush out.
"Master!!!"
Lou Yan roared inwardly, his eyes blazing with fury.
Under the influence of the Body-Fixing Technique, his body struggled uncontrollably, his dantian burning hot, and hot blood seeping continuously from his mouth. But he felt no pain whatsoever; only his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it hard to breathe.
He saw Heng Qichun's figure tremble violently as the lightning struck, then he staggered and fell to his knees once more.
"puff--"
A mouthful of blood spurted from Heng Qichun's mouth, staining the jade brick floor in front of him completely red. The blood was quickly spread by the rain, making the scene particularly shocking in the desolate rain.
"Abandon spring!"
Nan Yushan's face turned ashen, and he rushed forward to try and support him.
"Don't come any closer..."
Heng Qichun raised his hand, forcing himself to lift his head, and looked at the third tribulation lightning that was beginning to gather in the sky again, even more powerful than before. His fingertips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to make a hand seal again.
He actually wanted to resist!
Fu Yusheng stood at the edge of the crowd, his face solemn.
He knew better than anyone that if outsiders forcibly interfered with the tribulation of the demon race, the damage they would suffer would be even greater than before.
The deity was using his own divine bones and life to fight for a chance of survival for Lou Yan.
Lou Yan was well aware of this.
As the next tribulation lightning bolt solidified into a clear shape behind the clouds, Heng Qichun was surrounded by the fragrance of lotus flowers, while the person stained with blood was gathering his spiritual energy to resist it.
With divine punishment above, he would never use his spiritual power unless he truly could not bear it.
Lou Yan couldn't help but recall her previous life.
When he led the Nine Netherworld Realm to conquer the Eighteen Realms, Heng Qichun was already struggling on his deathbed.
That day, he was entrenched in the Shenxiao Palace and watched as Heng Qichun sat on the lotus platform and dispersed all his cultivation. The lotus fragrance, so strong it was almost maddening, was exactly the same as it was now.
But nobody knows.
In fact, if Heng Qichun had just said one more word of advice to him and patted his head one more time, he would have handed over the entire Nine Netherworld Realm to the God, then bound his own wrists and willingly accepted all of his punishments.
You don't need to suffer the lightning tribulation for him...
"boom--"
With thunder rumbling, the third bolt of tribulation lightning finally seized its opportunity, eagerly poised to strike down from the sky. Judging by its trajectory, it would likely aim directly at the back of Heng Qichun's neck.
Nan Yushan's face had already turned ashen, and the immortals who had previously kept their distance had momentarily forgotten to seek shelter from the rain, and they all trembled with fear.
If the deity were to be struck by this lightning bolt, he would most likely perish.
The Nine Provinces are not yet at peace. If the Divine Lord cannot withstand this tribulation of lightning, where will they go?
Amidst the panic, a sudden burst of demonic energy dispelled Heng Qichun's lotus fragrance, broke through the rain curtain, and rushed into people's nostrils.
"Well!"
An uncontrollable low growl escaped from deep within Lou Yan's throat.
The lotus divine essence that imprisoned him began to fluctuate violently, then vanished into the rain.
Lou Yan's eyes were almost bleeding with tears. He clenched his teeth tightly, veins bulged on his forehead, blood dripped from the corner of his lips, and a thick and violent demonic aura was seeping out from his meridians.
He used his demonic power to break through Heng Qichun's shaping technique, rendering the technique completely ineffective, and Lou Yan's identity as a demon wolf was no longer concealed.
"Demonic aura! Such a strong demonic aura!"
"It's Lou Yan! He's a demon! The tribulation lightning is aimed at him!"
"The God... he's shielding this monster from calamity!"
Exclamations and questions erupted instantly, and all eyes turned to Lou Yan, who was radiating demonic energy.
As Heng Qichun lay dying, he turned his head and his gaze unexpectedly met Lou Yan's scarlet eyes, causing a sudden jolt in his heart.
"Don't……"
Before a single word could be uttered, the long-accumulated lightning bolt struck straight down.
At the critical moment, a dark gray afterimage rushed from afar, breaking free of all restraints as it had done countless times before, and charged madly toward the precarious white figure.
"No, no!" Fu Yusheng cried out in alarm.
However, it was too late.
Lou Yan transformed into her original form, radiating a violent demonic aura and resolute momentum, and lunged at Heng Qichun.
Then, he recited the Returning Origin Incantation at top speed, transforming back into human form just as the tribulation lightning struck, and unleashing the immense thunder at the last moment.
"BOOM—!!!"
The third bolt of lightning struck Lou Yan precisely on the back.
A ferocious bolt of lightning instantly engulfed him, and the smell of charred flesh filled the air.
Lou Yan's body trembled violently, and a mouthful of scalding blood sprayed onto Heng Qichun's neck. However, his arms were still tightly holding onto Heng Qichun, showing no intention of letting go until death.
He lowered his head, burying his face in Heng Qichun's cool hair, and with his last strength, he hoarsely whispered, "It hurts so much..."
"It hurts so much, Master..." He was in so much pain that his vision went blank, and he couldn't tell where he was. The feeling of suffocation seemed to pull him back to the two hundred years he had been drifting in the void.
He asked, his mind still hazy, "When Master dispersed his cultivation, did it also hurt this much?"
Heng Qichun's pupils dilated in shock.
The three bolts of lightning struck down, but the rain showed no sign of stopping, instantly drenching the entire area.
Heng Qichun's bloodless face was covered with rolling water droplets. The rain washed away the bloodstains at the corners of his lips and moistened his compassionate eyes.
The person lying on his back on his lap was breathing weakly, but the hand that was holding his waist gradually fell down, without tearing his flesh before he died.
The bloodstains on Lou Yan's back gradually spread into the rainwater, and his breathing grew weaker and weaker, to the point that he couldn't help but want to close his eyes.
"Little wolf..."
Heng Qichun hurriedly raised his hand, condensing a Rejuvenation Technique at his fingertips, attempting to use his remaining spiritual power to heal Lou Yan's injuries.
However, it didn't work.
The moment his spiritual power touched Lou Yan's body, it was blocked by an inexplicable force, which even caused Lou Yan to tremble in extreme pain.
Heng Qichun considered a possibility, and his action of channeling spiritual energy paused for a moment. He looked up and, through the rain, looked again at the wolf cub in his arms.
Lou Yan's half-open eyes were tinged with blood, his pupils were red, and a thick wisp of black mist was imperceptibly pouring out from his dantian.
Soon, the black mist spread into the rain, condensing into a huge mass that looked particularly eerie and terrifying in the dark rainy night.
Almost everyone saw this.
"Look! What's that black mist?"
"It's... demonic energy! He's a demon! He's possessed by a demon!"
The world was desolate, and the rain fell even more wildly.
What was presented to everyone was a demonic bone that they had been searching for desperately but could not obtain, and that they had been working day and night in fear of dying.
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