Chapter 852: The oil is hot, please step into the trap…
The upper realm.
Lingxiao Palace, where there is no day or night, only eternal solitude and desolation.
White jade paved the ground, golden dragons coiled around the pillars.
The three life lamps hanging high on the roof illuminated the hall as brightly as daytime.
But today.
A corner of the main hall suddenly darkened.
Those were two life lamps belonging to celestial deities.
One lamp belongs to Bi Yuewu.
One lamp belongs to the star of the 꺱府 (Gūfǔ).
First it swayed, then it dimmed, and finally—
puff.
They all went out at once.
In the deathly silent hall, the sound of the extinguishing was not loud, but it sent chills down one's spine.
Behind the beaded curtain.
The figure sitting high above the heavens didn't even lift its eyelids; it simply tapped the armrest lightly with its finger.
“Du”.
A soft sound.
The celestial officials kneeling in the palace all lowered their heads even further, not daring to breathe loudly.
"껜Clear eyes."
"Hearers who can hear the wind"
The voice was indistinguishable in terms of joy or anger, as if it were a cold wind blowing from an ancient glacier.
“I…your humble servant is!”
Two tall, thin celestial officials hurriedly lined up, crawled on their knees to the steps, and trembled as if they were being shaken.
"How is the world?"
껜里眼 swallowed hard, activated his supernatural powers, and shot out two golden beams of light from his eyes, piercing through the layers of clouds and mist, looking at the mortal realm that the 놛 people originally regarded as their backyard.
Just one glance.
Then she let out a terrified gasp, and two streams of bloody tears flowed from her eyes.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"
Clutching his eyes in excruciating pain, his voice shrill: "The mortal realm... the turbid energy is flowing back! The Nine Heavens Refining Profound Array... is broken!"
"What?!"
The figure behind the beaded curtain finally showed a slight movement.
Shunfeng'er's face was also deathly pale, and his large, protruding ears were now bleeding black blood, clearly indicating that his immortal body had been injured by the tumultuous "human voices" and "turbid air" of the Netherworld.
"Your Majesty... Your humble servant heard you..."
"What did you hear?"
"cheer."
Shunfeng's voice trembled as he said, "Mortals cheer. The foul air gushing from the coffin is like sweet rain to mortals, bringing all things back to life, full of vitality... But... but to us immortals..."
He raised his head, his eyes filled with fear: "That place has become a boiling oil pot!"
"The turbid air covers the entire land. Once an immortal enters the realm, their protective golden light will be corroded, their cultivation will be suppressed, and their soul will suffer the torment of being slowly sliced to death!"
Inside the main hall, an uproar erupted.
The immortals looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear.
The realm of the monks is their pasture where they harvest incense offerings and gather resources.
Now that the ranch has become a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, how are the people supposed to cope?
"quiet."
Behind the beaded curtain, the voice of the Jade Emperor rang out once more.
Not too light, not too heavy.
But it brought all the noise to an abrupt halt.
"If the formation is broken, then go and repair it."
"If the person runs away, go and catch them."
The Jade Emperor's voice remained indifferent, as if the two righteous gods who had just died were nothing more than two blades of grass.
"Since it's a deep frying pan, then we'll just have to put up with it."
"The Heavenly Court has nurtured you for ten thousand years, preserving your memories through countless reincarnations, not so that you could enjoy a life of luxury."
He casually tossed a golden token onto the steps, where it landed with a crisp clinking sound.
"굛괗Yuan Chen obeys the order."
"Gather the heavenly soldiers and instantly conquer the world."
"No matter how many people die, no matter how hot the oil in the pot is."
"Get that person who broke the formation..."
The Jade Emperor's fingers tightened slightly, his tone carrying a chilling undertone:
"Bring him back to me alive."
阶떘.
The Yuan Chen God, clad in golden armor, stared at the token, his face ashen.
This order is a hot potato.
If you do well, you will be greatly rewarded.
If you don't do it well, you'll lose your life in vain.
That realm is filled with turbid energy, where our true strength will drop by at least 30%, and we must constantly endure the pain of our immortal souls being corroded.
Although we don't know exactly what happened to Gyeongbok and Biyuewu, their demise serves as a cautionary tale.
But they dared not refuse.
To defy the will of Heaven is to have one's bones and flesh removed, and to be banished to the deepest hell.
"Your humble servant... obeys the decree."
The man trembled as he picked up the token, stood up, and turned around.
His figure stood forlorn, as if heading to his execution.
…
A day in heaven is like a year in the earth.
What was a mere breath to the immortals of the upper realm was three days to the mortal world.
For the past three days, Chen Huai'an has not moved an inch.
He sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, a long sword across his knees, like a weathered eagle.
The sky above us has long since changed.
The sky, which had been clear after the great formation was broken, was now completely sealed off by a thick, leaden layer of tribulation clouds.
The clouds hung so low, they seemed almost within reach.
There was no thunderous roar, only countless purplish-black lightning bolts silently moving and intertwining deep within the sea of clouds.
It's like weaving a giant net capable of obliterating all spirits in the world.
The heavenly calamity has not yet arrived.
It, etc.
Waiting for the person who will bring about the calamity to draw their sword.
It also possesses a terrifying pressure capable of destroying even a "true immortal".
The mountain wind grew increasingly fierce, carrying with it the vibrant energy of nature's revival, causing Chen Huai'an's clothes to flutter wildly.
Suddenly.
The wind stopped.
The tribulation clouds that had been gathering for three days and three nights seemed to sense something and surged violently, allowing a sliver of light to penetrate the sky.
Chen Huai'an slowly opened his eyes.
"They're here."
At the edge of the sky, the originally chaotic void seemed to have been torn open by a pair of invisible giant hands, creating a gaping hole that stretched for tens of thousands of miles.
Boom—!!!
The resounding celestial music echoed through the heavens, attempting to proclaim the majesty of the celestial realm.
However, as soon as the celestial music entered the realm, it became hoarse and out of tune, like a rooster being choked.
Immediately afterwards.
A dazzling golden light roared out from the crack.
That is the Golden Armored God of the 굛괗尊.
They rode celestial chariots and divine beasts, accompanied by rolling auspicious clouds, attempting to descend upon the mortal realm in a more majestic manner.
It is magnificent, like stars falling.
pity.
This is the human world, a changed mortal realm, no longer the paradise of immortals and gods.
The moment they crossed the boundary wall and came into contact with the dense "turbid air" of this heaven—
Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!
The sickening corrosive sound echoed through the sky.
The originally sacred and dazzling protective golden light dimmed and melted away instantly, like boiling oil poured on snow.
The auspicious clouds that he once rode were now stained a dull gray by the turbid air.
The golden light, like a shooting star, trembled violently in mid-air, and its originally elegant descent instantly turned into a pathetic fall.
That was the pain of being rejected by the true spirit of heaven.
That was the struggle of a god high above, falling into the mire of the mortal world.
Chen Huai'an stood atop the floating peak, hands behind his back, coldly watching the figure trailing black smoke as it crashed towards the giant like a fallen meteor.
The corners of her mouth curled up.
The smile didn't reach his eyes, but instead carried a chilling coldness.
The oil in the pan is hot.
Chen Huai'an slowly stood up.
The black-scaled sword in his hand seemed to sense the killing intent, letting out a soft moan of yearning to drink blood.
Clang—!
"Please... enter the urn."
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