In the ninth heaven shrouded in fairy mist, Bodhi coughed up a mouthful of blood. His face was as pale as a piece of thin paper that would break at the touch. He could not even stand up straight, and his body slid down limply.
The Emperor's eyes were bloodshot. He was the only Emperor of the Nine Heavens, the one chosen by Heaven, and he had never lost his composure like this before.
He placed his hand on Bodhi's crown, his golden-threaded imperial robe fluttering in the wind. The Emperor slowly lowered his gaze, his eyes as cold as a venomous snake's. "Bodhi, do you really think I dare not kill you?"
Bodhi is a mortal now. If he crushes his brain, he will really die.
He gradually exerted strength with his hands, and golden light flowed in the palm of his hand. Bodhi frowned in pain, and blood flowed from his eyes, mouth, and ears. Blood was flowing from all seven orifices, which was a shocking sight.
However, the corners of Bodhi's mouth were pursed into an arc.
It was a smile that came from the heart.
The Emperor's Lingxiao Palace has a special barrier and is a forbidden area that cannot be set foot in. If any immortal breaks in, the Emperor can easily identify the visitor.
Bodhi studied it for a thousand years and found that it was an unsolvable problem. The emperor's cultivation was unfathomable and the barrier could never be broken.
The only way is for a mortal to enter the barrier with a mortal body. The barrier cannot sense the divine power and will think it is just a leaf or petal floating by.
This will not arouse the Emperor's vigilance.
However, there have never been mortals in the fairy world. Mortals are born and die every day, and they float for a moment, so they cannot ascend to the ninth heaven.
This has become an unsolvable problem, and it seems to be stuck in a vicious circle.
Bodhi thought about it for a thousand years but still couldn't find a way to break the deadlock.
However, he never imagined that the disciple he had accepted out of kindness a thousand years ago would actually break the deadlock for him.
Now that he has reached the Ninth Heaven, the next step is to deprive him of all his magical powers and restore him to a mortal body of flesh and blood.
In the fairy world, Bodhi teased cats and dogs, climbed up roofs and removed tiles, which made the gods and immortals furious. They scolded him for living for a thousand years but was going backwards.
There was also a god who was holding his beloved old hen and was so angry that he became like a puffer fish. He pointed at the god's nose and scolded him, telling him to go vent his power somewhere else, because it was not his chicken that took away his divine power, so he should not take it out on the poor hen.
Bodhi is not crazy, his mind is very clear.
He was waiting, waiting for the Emperor to be unable to bear the joint letter of boycott from the gods and immortals, and finally deprive him of all his magical powers, turning him into a useless person.
Thousands of years of cultivation, all gone in a day.
There is not even time to feel regret or sorrow.
Bodhi looked at his hands, which had completely lost any magical power, and stared at them in a daze for a while. These hands had once stabbed out a sword that amazed the world.
Now, these hands can no longer hold a sword.
He has no regrets or remorse. He wants to atone for the sins he committed thousands of years ago.
Bodhi kept a low profile for a while, and the gods and immortals thought he had gone quiet, so their attention to him gradually waned.
Only the one who raised the old hen would roll her eyes at Bodhi every time she passed by, to express her consistent attitude of disgust.
Bodhi waited for a while, and finally he seized the opportunity and walked into the Emperor's Lingxiao Palace.
This is a forbidden place in the fairyland where no one can enter without being summoned.
Countless hidden secrets are sealed inside, hidden under the brilliant golden light, and hidden tightly.
There is a treasure in heaven called the Nirvana Mirror, which can seal the memories of immortals. As long as the mirror is not broken, people will never remember their past lives.
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, from that moment on, all ties with the past are severed, and no memory of it will be remembered for eternity.
Bodhi knew that if he smashed the mirror, the Emperor would never let him go. He would find him and crush him to death even in the heavens and underworld.
It doesn't matter anymore. Someone should pay for all the sins committed thousands of years ago.
The mirror shattered, and countless golden lights surged out like swimming fish, swimming out of the sky, just like thousands of fish swimming across the river and the sea. The scene was extremely shocking and beautiful.
The swimming fish went to the mortal world, and it rained heavily on earth.
After the heavy rain, everything that should be remembered will be remembered.
Bodhi closed his eyes, and his life was coming to an end.
With his life hanging by a thread, a dark shadow flashed by like lightning and slapped the emperor on the chest.
The Emperor didn't even move his body or look up. Although he looked smiling, there was no trace of smile in his voice: "Fu Jia? What? Are you looking for death too?"
Fu Jia gritted his teeth and drew a long sword from his sleeve. With a "swoosh" sound, the sword blade was unsheathed, and the sword body flashed with a cold light like ice and snow.
In the blink of an eye, Fu Jia swung his sword and struck. Anyone who saw it would exclaim, "What a great sword!"
However, no matter how magnificent Fu Jia's sword dance was, it was useless in front of the powerful emperor.
The Emperor didn't even move his body. A golden protective aura emanated from all around him, blocking the dense rain of swords for him.
Fu Jia was in despair. He should have known long ago that the gap between him and the Emperor was so great that he would not be able to catch up even if he practiced for another thousand years.
Emperor, the most powerful god of war between heaven and earth.
With just a flick of the finger, he can be reduced to ashes.
"What a deep bond between master and disciple." The Emperor sighed, "It makes one sigh with regret. It makes one feel sorry for oneself."
There was another sharp and cold light in his eyes: "It is also extremely disgusting."
He was about to exert force with his hand, wanting to teach Fu Jia, this ignorant man, a lesson, when a weak hand rested on his arm.
Bodhi only had a little strength left, like a dying fish washed ashore, about to die in the next second.
Just now, the Emperor was busy dealing with Fu Jia, and the hand on his crown had loosened some of its strength.
Bodhi gathered some strength and said with difficulty, "Huaishan...you should...ahem, go find Shenzhi."
"You, you... well, go to him and you'll find out."
Listening to Bodhi's coughing and wheezing like a broken bellows, Fu Jia felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife, and he wished he could suffer for him.
But he was no match for the Emperor, the greatest martial god in the world, and could only stand there in vain, his nails digging viciously into his palms, secretly hating his own uselessness.
The Emperor's expression was gloomy, and he raised his hand as if he wanted to continue crushing Bodhi's crown.
However, when he heard Bodhi's heavy gasping when he was dying, his hands trembled and he was reluctant to let go of his hand.
This man who has been in a high position for thousands of years had tears in his eyes for the first time.
He closed his eyes, and a crystal tear silently slid down and flowed into his collar.
He flicked his hand and threw the dead fish-like Bodhi accurately into Fu Jia's arms.
Fu Jia hadn't figured out what was happening yet, and was stunned. He hurriedly supported the shaky Bodhi, then held him up by his legs.
The Emperor's voice was filled with a bone-chilling chill: "Take him away and never come back."
"Bodhi, don't let me see you again. I'll just treat you as dead."
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