Chapter 839: The Image of Chongli…
They ignored the two immortals who were being brutally beaten by the two bronze statues.
Chen Huai'an led the group straight to the palace of Fufeng.
This stretch of road is not short, but we didn't encounter any monsters along the way.
Crossing the threshold of the main hall, one sees a vast and desolate space filled with an ancient aura.
The main hall was not filled with gods and Buddhas; only a solitary statue stood in the center.
The statue was not a three-headed, armless deity, but a warrior of the Ge tribe wearing tattered armor and holding a broken spear.
Although it is a stone carving, it is depicted with great lifelike detail, especially the eyes. They are not looking at the palace gate, but staring intently at the empty sky above. The corners of the eyes are cracked, as if blood and tears are flowing down. The eyes are burning with a raging fire of anger and resentment that has not been extinguished even after thousands of years.
"Hiss—! This...this thing looks even fiercer than those two door gods from before?"
Wang Shouyi was about to get closer to take a look when he was startled by the chilling murderous aura emanating from the statue. He instinctively retreated and hid behind Zhang Yibai. "Senior Zhang, could this thing come to life? This aura... if it really 'comes to life,' the four of us probably wouldn't be enough for it to stab us with one shot."
“Don’t talk nonsense, this is just an inanimate object.” Zhang Yibai frowned, his fingers lightly tracing the mottled marks on the base of the statue. “Moreover, judging from the style of this armor, it is simple and rough, not like the current immortal style, but more like… the style of the legendary ‘Emperor’s Time’.”
Chen Huai'an didn't speak; he slowly walked to the statue.
In his perception, it was indeed just an ordinary stone sculpture, without any spiritual energy fluctuations or traces of mechanisms or formations.
However, the moment he stood still, something unexpected happened.
Suddenly, lines of golden characters appeared on the grayish-white stone surface of the statue.
The handwriting was vigorous and hasty, as if it were carved in a moment of extreme haste and desperation, each character conveying a desolate will to die.
Chen Huai'an looked around and saw Zhang Yibai and the others scattered around the hall, knocking and banging on the golden characters, clearly ignoring them.
This is a message reserved for a specific person.
Perhaps it was left for his "kind," or perhaps it was because of his unique soul.
Only he can see it.
Chen Huai'an composed himself and focused his gaze on the golden characters.
It was a letter from home.
Or rather, it was a final letter.
[Aman My Wife:
Seeing this letter is like meeting you in person.
By the time you read this letter, you will already be gone. Do not weep, do not search for you.
Emperor Zhuanxu had made up his mind to carry out the act of 'severing the connection between heaven and earth'.
This thing in the sky is not a god who protects all living beings in legends, but a thief who steals the way of heaven, a demon that eats food!
They feed on all living beings and take reincarnation as their plate. In their eyes, the 놖 and other 그 tribes are nothing more than domesticated pigs and dogs.
Today, we will follow the Great Emperor to slay the Heavenly Emperor, cut off the Jianmu tree, and sever the passage between heaven and earth, so as to fight for a glimmer of hope for our clan!
Going there means certain death.
If you can't come back, take your child, change your name and surname, and go to the far west to live an ordinary life.
Remember, remember... Never cultivate immortality!
If Heaven has eyes, I wish to be a pair of wild deer in my next life, indifferent to the plight of the common people and to ghosts and gods.
Husband, Chongli, the last work. 】
Chongli?
Chen Huai'an's pupils suddenly contracted.
In the mythology of the Three Kingdoms, this is a legendary official in charge of the heavens who "severs the connection between heaven and earth" and separates the two realms of gods and celestial beings; he is a true mythological figure.
But here, he's fighting against the "Evil God Who Eats Gluttony"?
Is that god... a member of the Celestial race?
Before Chen Huai'an could think further, a tremendous suction force suddenly surged from the golden characters, instantly pulling his consciousness out of his body!
boom--!
The silence vanished instantly, replaced by deafening shouts of battle and the clang of metal on metal.
Chen Huai'an suddenly opened his eyes.
He found himself no longer standing in an empty hall, but in a battlefield filled with corpses and blood!
He seemed to have "become" Chongli.
The spear in his hand was already stained red with blood, and felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead.
He could clearly feel the body's exhaustion, the excruciating pain, and the barely contained rage in his chest.
Around him, countless 그 tribe warriors, clad in animal skins and wielding crude weapons, roared as they charged forward, forming a Great Wall with their flesh and blood in an attempt to stop the Milky Way from overflowing.
And their enemy...
Chen Huai'an looked up, and even his breath caught in his throat.
Could someone truly be called a god?!
Standing densely packed in the clouds were a group of bizarrely shaped monsters.
They were bathed in golden light and appeared dignified and solemn.
But deep within that halo were twisted tentacles, countless compound eyes, and writhing, pale flesh.
They sit high above, their faces bearing a benevolent, feigned smile, yet they hold swords in their hands, as if they are enjoying a grand feast.
"kill!!!"
"Chongli" let out a roar, stepped into the void, his figure as fast as lightning, and his entire body transformed into a burning meteor as he rushed into the enemy formation.
The spear is like a dragon, each strike carrying the power to destroy the world. It is the pure blood of the 그 clan, which does not rely on the power of heaven and earth, but only seeks to be invincible!
Chen Huai'an felt the surging fighting spirit within this body. At that moment, he felt as if he had become one with the war god of this old man.
He knocked away a "false bodhisattva" with three heads and pierced a "false heavenly king" whose body was covered with eyes.
The golden divine blood spilled down, corroding the earth and leaving it riddled with holes, emitting a sizzling stench.
He didn't know how long he had been killing, nor how many he had killed.
In the end, he was the only one left standing in the entire world.
Just then, the sky cracked open.
An enormous, indescribable hand pierced through layers of tribulation clouds and slowly pressed down.
The palm of that hand had no fingerprints, only countless wailing faces, writhing and snarling within, radiating a despair that drove people mad.
Before this giant hand, "Chongli" was as insignificant as dust.
There was no suspense whatsoever.
The spear shattered, and the body disintegrated.
In the final moments before death, Chen Huai'an's consciousness was ejected, transforming him back into the perspective of an observer.
He saw Chongli, now only a wisp of life remaining, let out a final, unwilling roar at the giant hand in the void.
That roar transcended time and space, resounding directly into the depths of Chen Huai'an's soul:
"If you are fortunate enough to see this in future generations..."
"Remember this! Remember this!!!"
"God! Do not look directly at Him!!!"
Chongli's remnant soul burned, gradually turning to ashes, with only his roar still echoing.
"They live in the cracks of perception...and all they see is illusion!"
"Once you see their true forms, your five senses will be stripped away, your perception will be altered, and you will... become a part of them!"
"Close your eyes! Cut with all your might!!!"
"ah--!!!"
With a final, desperate scream, the image shattered like a mirror.
...
"call……"
Chen Huai'an took a deep breath, his whole body trembling as if he had just been pulled out of deep water, his back soaked in cold sweat.
He instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning white, his heart pounding, the feeling of despair still lingering in his mind.
Now look at what's in front of us.
The empty hall remained deathly silent. Zhang Yibai was studying a mural not far away, Wang Shouyi was peeking at the statue from behind a pillar, and Gu Changsheng was wiping his magical artifact.
It was as if nothing had happened.
The golden lettering on the statue has vanished without a trace.
Only the statue remained, its cracked eyes still fixed on the ceiling, as if silently telling a story.
Chen Huai'an didn't know this before.
But now he knows what the statue is 'saying'.
"Cannot be looked at directly..."
Chen Huai'an muttered to himself, his gaze becoming more serious than ever before.
Perhaps this is one of the secrets to dealing with the Celestials?
"Brother Chen? What's wrong? Why are you sweating so much?"
At this moment, Gu Changsheng noticed Chen Huai'an's unusual behavior and walked over with some curiosity. "Did you expend too much energy breaking the formation just now? Why is your face so pale?"
"It's alright."
Chen Huai'an slowly released the hilt of the Black Scale Sword, exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and regained his usual composure, but a faint, imperceptible glint appeared deep in the depths of his eyes.
"I just watched a rather long play."
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