Chapter 95 Chapter 095 Tearing the Sky
Chapter 95
Suddenly, the ground shook and the mountains began to tremble. Everyone looked in amazement at the shaking and tearing ground beneath their feet, and looked towards the source of the crack in confusion.
"Who is that?"
"Did Yingji come out of the Soul-Exterminating Well? How is that possible?"
The downpour drenched Yingji like a torrent of water. She wiped her face, staring blankly at the water in her palms. This was the rain that fell after the golden dragon's disintegration, and every drop was a testament to Kongfan's fading life.
"Kong Fan rescued you? Then where is Kong Fan?" Venerable Youquan asked anxiously, looking behind Ying Ji.
Hearing Kong Fan's name, Ying Ji blinked, her eyes dazed. She looked around in the chaotic rain, then bent down to pick up Kong Fan's lone Zen staff.
"I'm asking you a question. Has Kong Fan come back?"
Also mention him.
Yingji gripped the Zen stick tightly in her hand and walked towards Venerable Youquan.
The thunder covered the dragon's roar.
Grandmaster Daozhen was the first to hear the dragon's roar. Soon after, others began to look up, puzzled.
The shape of the golden dragon in the sky became clearer and clearer.
The golden dragon took shape, and Yingji walked in front of Venerable Youquan with a Zen staff in her hand. The Zen staff trembled, and there was a faint buzzing of the temple bell. However, it was different from the Zen staff held in Kongfan's hand. At this moment, the temple bell was clamoring with murderous intent.
The Samsara Well and the Soul-Destroying Well behind him collapsed at the same time.
The dragon roared and the sky was shaken, and golden light burst out.
Anyone who plots to harm Kongfan will not survive.
Yingji's body was stained red by other people's blood again and again, and was washed clean by Kongfan's rain again and again.
She breathed slightly and looked back at the collapsed samsara well.
Suddenly, she understood why Kong Fan had given her memories as well. She was born without spiritual power and didn't know how to cultivate. He gave her powerful strength, and by giving her memories, he also provided her with a method. Therefore, she could instinctively control all of his power.
All the damned people are dead.
Yingji walked down the mountain, Wuchen took a step forward, and Master Daozhen raised his hand to block him.
Everyone silently made way for Yingji to leave.
Ying Ji immediately went to the Chaoxi Palace. Before entering the palace, she knocked on the door of a pastry shop and forced the craftsman to make a box of pastries. She took the pastries into the palace to visit the frail Queen Mother Xue.
"If you want to kill me, just kill me." Queen Mother Xue's eyes were filled with death. She had already learned about Kong Fan's death.
The guards were killed everywhere.
Ying Ji stepped over the corpses and came before Queen Mother Xue. She opened the food box and took out the cakes one by one.
"I'm here to have dinner with my mother." Yingji half-lowered her eyes, her voice calm.
Empress Dowager Xue was stunned and looked up suddenly.
Accompanying his mother to have dinner is something Kongfan wanted to do but didn't have time to do.
Ying Ji left Empress Dowager Xue and went to her residence in Kongfan Palace. She took out two imperial edicts from her bookshelf. One of them gave freedom to the concubines in the six palaces. They could either leave the palace to marry or live in peace in the palace, as they pleased.
She went to the library holding another imperial edict of succession.
The chains on Yun Guanghe's feet had long been removed. He sat in front of two bookcases, concentrating on flipping through books.
Yingji walked towards him step by step, and in a trance she recalled how Yun Guanghe was full of hostility when Kong Fan brought her here, completely different from what he is now.
Yun Guanghe belatedly raised his head, squinting his eyes at Yingji for a moment, vaguely remembering who she was. He didn't care much and lowered his head to read the newly opened storybook in his hand.
Yingji threw the abdication edict to him.
"The Emperor's uncle has redeemed his sins of murder, and his sincere repentance has earned him the blessing of the Buddha. Now that the Emperor's uncle has found compassion and kindness in his heart, I will now pass the throne to him."
Yun Guanghe dropped the book in his hand. He looked up in surprise and asked, "Where's Kong Fan? What happened to him?"
Yingji's eyes welled with tears, and a smile played at the corners of her lips. Suddenly, she seemed to be back to the days when she followed Kongfan, trying her best to trick him into breaking his precepts, while muttering to herself: What a stupid monk!
Yingji went to Pujia Temple. Most of the monks had gone to dry land, leaving the temple deserted. In the front hall, Kong Jing was lecturing to a group of young monks.
Yingji went to Kongfan's residence to find what she wanted, and went to the front hall where he taught, carrying a box of scriptures he had written himself.
Kong Jing had already learned of Kong Fan's death. Looking at Ying Ji walking towards him step by step, he frowned and stared at the person who caused his senior brother's death.
Yingji placed a box of scriptures on the desk.
"This is what Kong Fan left for you."
The young monks in the hall stared at Yingji nervously and angrily. But Kong Jing stood up, raised his palm and nodded, and bowed to Yingji.
Yingji stared at him carefully.
Everyone says Kong Jing and Kong Fan are very similar, but Ying Ji feels that he is not like Kong Fan at all, and there is no one like him in this world.
Ying Ji suddenly thought that Kong Fan gave her his memories not only to let her quickly understand what he knew, but also because he was worried that she would be depressed and wanted to give her something to do.
Yingji laughed.
Yingji left Puja Temple, hesitated for a while, and went to the last place - a jewelry shop.
The crowd was bustling, Yingji went against the tide, lost in memories.
She searched for her shadow in Kong Fan's memories. She saw him argue for her, suffer punishment for her, and shed his spiritual power just to feel her pain, to listen to the rain, feel the wind, and experience the warmth and cold of the seasons. Countless times, he returned from training, dusty and exhausted, his monk's robes stained with snow and mud. He rushed to the courtyard, but didn't enter. He simply stood outside, gazing at her window for a long time.
She pushed open the door of the jewelry store.
"I'm here to pick up something that Kongfan ordered."
A bright red wedding dress inlaid with gold and jade, a golden phoenix crown, and a wedding fan with silver bells hanging on it.
In his memory, Kong Fan stood tall and graceful beside the lotus pond, looking down at his own reflection in the water.
"I can't marry her with my hair scarred. Master, I was just thinking about how I would look with long hair." Kong Fan raised his eyes, his clear eyes reflecting a rare youthful spirit. "The me in my dream with long hair and flame patterns doesn't seem so unpleasant anymore."
Yingji hugged her wedding dress tightly in her arms, tears falling.
Why had she been so perfunctory when he'd asked her if she was willing to marry him? If time could go back, she would have thrown herself into his arms, disregarding everything else, marrying him immediately, with heaven and earth as her witness.
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At noon, Gan Sheng gathered countless cultivators. Although the eye of the formation was dead, the Sky-tearing Formation still activated on time.
It was not easy to convince so many cultivators to gather together. If they gave up like this, they would probably have difficulty gathering again next time. Furthermore, they might have already alerted those outside, so they couldn't delay any longer. Therefore, even if they failed this time, they had to start.
Who said that monks are pure and without emotion or love? Daozhen looked at his twelve disciples, including Wuchen, Wusheng, and Wudao, and could not hide the sadness in his heart.
All twelve of his disciples had been taught the Dragon Enlightenment Technique, but none had mastered it. Even if the twelve of them worked together as the core of the formation, it was still just a slim attempt.
It wasn't that Daozhen didn't want to be the core of the formation, but the core of the Sky-Splitting Formation was important, and the person who opened the formation was also important. He was too busy to do that.
The cultivators surrounded the twelve people of the Wu generation.
The formation opened, and streams of spiritual energy were transmitted forward.
The twelve people raised their palms and chanted scriptures, and then simultaneously used the dragon enlightenment technique.
The gloomy sky hinted at the threat of rain. A golden streak of light emerged from the thick sea of clouds, slowly forming the shape of a dragon.
Countless forces surged up to help the golden dragon grow.
But it wasn't enough. Daozhen frowned. However, time was running out. The octagonal structure of the formation was already swaying, unable to hold out much longer.
Daozhen looked at his twelve disciples who were destined to sacrifice, his eyes filled with tears.
Suddenly, a force rushed into the tide. Michizane looked back and saw the Nine-Tailed Fox.
Kyuubi blinked at him but didn't have the energy to joke. He concentrated again and poured all his strength into the formation.
She had been heartless for tens of thousands of years. But seeing the old monk about to cry, she couldn't bear it anymore.
With the power of the Nine-Tailed Fox, the formation became slightly more stable. After holding on for a moment, it began to tremble slightly again.
Wu Chen and the other twelve raised their palms at the same time and looked up at the golden dragon above their heads, as if they were ready to self-destruct at the same time to provide assistance.
The golden dragon hovering in the air suddenly paused, and then a powerful dragon roar came from afar, stirring up the sea of clouds and changing the color of the sky and the earth.
Everyone looked towards the east following the sound, and saw that the eastern sky was golden, and the entire sky was dyed with gold.
After a moment, everyone finally saw clearly that the golden color was the body of a dragon gradually awakening.
"Could it be that Kong Fan is back?" People in the crowd exclaimed in surprise.
But this was impossible. So many of them witnessed Kong Fan's death with their own eyes, and the golden dragons that symbolized his life disintegrated and turned into a rainstorm.
The golden dragon in the eastern sky grew bigger and bigger, gradually swimming from the east, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, and the entire sky was dyed golden.
Then, everyone saw a slender red figure under the golden light.
"Is it... Yingji?"
"How could she... Oh right, Kong Fan passed on the Dragon Enlightenment Technique to her!"
Yingji walked over from a distance, gradually entering the formation. She stopped beside Wuchen, looked down at him, and said in a faint voice: "Kongfan said that you are much closer than Daozhen."
Wu Chen was stunned and subconsciously looked at Master Daozhen, the expression on his face changing again and again.
"Also," Yingji said again, "get out of the way."
Wu Chen didn't react, and neither did the people of Wu's generation around him.
Ying Ji was already a little impatient. Suddenly, she waved her sleeves and a wave of power sent Wu Chen and the other twelve people out of the center of the formation.
The twelve people came to their senses and stood still in embarrassment.
Yingji sat down at the center of the formation, subconsciously smoothing the wrinkles on her knees like Kongfan had. She looked up at the twelve people with different expressions, and suddenly curled her lips.
She had known Kong Fan was modest, but she had no idea he was so modest. If she had Kong Fan's ability, she would have been arrogant to the extreme.
Thinking of Kong Fan, Ying Ji's lips curled up, but when she remembered that she did have his abilities, the smile on her lips disappeared instantly.
Everyone saw that the beautiful woman who had a charming smile just a moment ago suddenly became as cold as ice.
Yingji raised her hands, clasped her palms together, and performed a complex incantation. As she moved, the golden dragon coiled around the heavens and earth roared and tumbled.
Grandmaster Daozhen watched her perform the dragon-controlling technique, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Although he had taught Kongfan the Dragon-Comprehension Technique, he hadn't even grasped the final level. So Kongfan had already figured it out?!
Yes, the Dragon-wielding technique was originally created by him thousands of years ago.
Daozhen put aside his distracting thoughts, led the crowd to help, and poured more spiritual power into the center of the formation.
Even with Kong Fan's spiritual power protecting her, Ying Ji began to feel a little uncomfortable with so much spiritual power pouring in.
She raised her head and looked at the dark sky.
You say you are me, and I am you.
My obsession is gone, and your obsession has become mine. I will naturally help you complete what you are doing today.
If you were sitting at the center of the formation today, you would surely die without hesitation. So, if I die here, you won't blame me, right?
We were born in the same world, lived together, and should die together, which is considered a lifetime.
In the shattered darkness of the Cloud Realm, he was covered in blood, his figure gradually becoming transparent. He looked at her affectionately, "If you hurt yourself, you will kill me again."
Yingji's heart trembled.
What should she do? Why would someone as selfish as her hesitate?
Like a hallucination, Kong Fan's voice rang in his ears. He smiled and said, "Aying, there is one more thing you didn't do for me."
Yingji's gray eyes lit up in an instant.
The magic formula fell, the formation exploded, the golden dragon shattered, and another heavy rain fell.
Amidst the earth-shattering collapse, someone behind me cheered, "It's done!"
Yingji spat out a mouthful of blood, but raised her face anxiously and stared at the sky.
The heavy clouds dispersed, and the gloomy sky was torn apart. Yingji raised one hand and gently touched it, and the rainstorm stopped instantly.
Her face, wet from the rain, was quickly dried by the scorching sun.
The sky outside the rainstorm is so blue and clear.
A black speck flew by. It took Yingji a moment to realize it was a bird flying high in the sky.
Yingji blinked slightly.
She is him, her eyes are his eyes.
She saw it for him.
It turns out the sky outside is so high.
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