Chapter 843: Hou Yi…
After a short rest, the group set foot on the second floating peak.
It's the same palace, but it looks newer than the one in Chongli.
The moment the palace door was pushed open, there was no heat wave associated with the magma.
On the contrary, it's cold here.
A chilling cold that originates from the depths of one's bones.
The main hall was empty and deathly silent, with only a solitary statue of a monk kneeling in the center.
He was a burly man.
His spine was as straight as a mountain, but his knees were deeply embedded in his chin, as if he were repenting to the heavens.
The 놛꿛 holds a huge 녪껦, the 껦 body is as full as a round moon, pointing straight to the sky.
Strangely, there is no string.
Even more bizarrely, humans have no eyes.
The face of the statue has two deep holes in the eye sockets, and two dark red bloodstains meander down the cheeks, which is shocking.
Chen Huai'an stopped and quietly looked at the statue.
In my field of vision, the air trembled slightly.
Lines of golden lettering slowly appeared around the statue.
When the tenth sun hung in the sky, I saw her...
That is the sun, and also God, and also my wife!
[God has no physical form; it resides within her, coldly watching me through her skin.]
[God is laughing: Shoot! Kill me, and you will kill the one you love most.]
[I laid down my faith, unable to bear looking into those eyes, so I gouged out my own, severing my ties with God.]
I use my physical body as a prison to forever seal this last eye, along with her, in darkness.
[Those who come after should remember: Gods have no fixed form; wherever the eye can see is the realm of the gods. Gods must descend through a 'medium'.]
To slay a god, first slay its shadow.
Remember: The true nature of God is often hidden in the place of deepest love and deepest pain.
At this point, the writing style abruptly shifts, revealing a profound sense of heaviness and sorrow that overwhelms all:
I leave my frail body here, firstly to imprison the spirit, and secondly to hinder people.
The road ahead is one of despair; only those with immense willpower can persevere.
I have seen enough brilliant minds turn to dust, and I do not wish for another pointless corpse to appear in this world.
If you lack the will to let go and the strength to stop the tide, then stop.
Looking back is life.
"Nothing at all! How can there be nothing at all?!" A low growl, barely containing his anger, suddenly came from behind.
In the eyes of Bi Yuewu and Tu Fuxing, the main hall was empty, except for the dilapidated and ugly statue of a blind man in the middle.
There are no treasures left from the period of the 놋껗녢, nor any so-called 놋镰镢.
This sense of disparity made the two immortals, who had already suffered heavy losses, even more resentful.
"Chen Huai'an! What are you staring at that broken head for?"
Bi Yuewu's face darkened, suspecting that Chen Huai'an was up to something again.
"Do you perhaps think there's a treasure hidden inside this statue?"
Chen Huai'an didn't turn around, but said calmly, "I am paying homage to a hero."
"Hero?!" Tu Fuxing sneered, his face full of disdain. "A mere show of mystery! I think this hall is completely empty! Since there's no path, I'll blast one out of it!"
놛 has no patience to study any kind of image.
The immortal's arrogance had long made him accustomed to solving everything with power.
Moreover, the True Spirit is inherently invincible in the mortal realm.
The iron chain bridge gave them a hard time, so what could possibly be wrong with this empty palace?
Tu Fuxing strode forward, his powerful divine sense sweeping wildly around like a tidal wave. After checking repeatedly and finding nothing amiss, he raised his fist to smash the statue.
He looked up.
It perfectly matches the hollow eyes of a person.
The dome, which had been deathly dark, suddenly "opened."
It's not light.
It's not... their gaze!
Ten pale halos appeared out of thin air, like ten giant eyeballs, looking down at this ignorant ant.
At that moment, the air in the hall seemed to freeze.
"Aaaaaahh ...
The unsuspecting Tu Fu Xing and Bi Yue Wu were the first to be hit.
Those who look directly at God will be scorched by His might.
Since they cannot see the golden warning, they naturally do not know the taboo of "not looking directly into the eyes of the gods."
Two streams of bloody tears shot out from their eyes in an instant. It was not just the stinging pain from the light, but the torture of having their souls roasted in flames.
Their eyeballs were instantly evaporated by that "gaze," leaving only two charred, bloody holes.
"Look down! Don't look!"
Chen Huai'an gave a low shout, pressed Wang Shouyi's head down with one hand, and forced him to face down.
Zhang Yibai and Gu Changsheng immediately lowered their heads when the two immortals screamed.
Sizzle sizzle—
A nauseating, burnt smell filled the air.
Although those ten "eyes" had no temperature, wherever their gaze fell, pillars cracked and surfaces scorched, as if even the void itself was about to be burned through by their gaze.
Chen Huai'an knew that this time everyone had been pulled into a space that was almost like an illusion.
Just like how 놛 became '重黎'.
This is everything Hou Yi experienced.
But they are definitely not the real 'Celestial Race'; they are a test left by their descendants to warn the later Noggi people.
Although it's fake, it shouldn't be underestimated.
After all, someone like Hou Yi is not someone that minor immortals like Tu Fu Xing and Bi Yue Wu can easily offend.
"You bastard... Ahhh! My eyes... I'll kill you!!" Tu Fuxing went mad with pain. Although he was blind, his immortal power was still intact.
Sensing the oppressive feeling above its head, it roared and summoned its natal immortal artifact, the small cauldron, which transformed into a stream of light and smashed fiercely into the ball of light in the air.
However, the bronze cauldron pierced through the sphere of light, as if piercing through a phantom.
The ball of light did not extinguish; instead, it seemed to have been provoked, and its light surged.
"Eyes" instantly focused.
call out!
Before Tu Fuxing could even scream, half of his body vanished silently, instantly vaporizing.
The true spirit of the Earth Star was completely destroyed, and the remaining half also dissipated as immortal spiritual energy.
Bi Yuewu is a bit smarter than Tu Fuxing.
Having survived several calamities, I already knew the dangers within this Heavenly Refining Mystic Array, so I quickly avoided it the moment something unusual appeared.
At this moment, feeling the true spirit of the Earth Star vanish, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart and tremble with fear.
Chen Huai'an closed his eyes and focused his mind on sensing everything around him.
At the same time, he carefully pondered the warning left by Hou Yi.
The ten days of the heavens were nothing more than an illusion projected by the gods.
As long as the medium remains, God will live on forever.
So, where is the medium?
The golden words resurfaced in my mind: "The true form of God often hides in the most unbearable place."
Chen Huai'an's first thought was of his crotch.
Then came Zhang Yibai, Gu Changsheng, and Wang Shouyi.
Finally, all four ideas were eliminated.
This statue is Hou Yi's tombstone.
If 놛 is the Hou 녡껣 person mentioned by Hou Yi, then Hou Yi is 놛's predecessor and mentor.
How can we casually vandalize the statues of our predecessors and teachers? That would be a grave disrespect.
But the point is to be disrespectful.
Chen Huai'an placed his hand on the hilt of the Black Scale Sword.
"I'm sorry, senior." 놛 whispered, and 꿛's wrist suddenly twitched.
Clang—! A clear, resonant sword cry, like a dragon's roar emerging from the water, rang out.
The longsword flew off its blade, transforming into a cold glint. It did not pierce the blazing sun in the sky, but instead went straight—piercing into the chest of the kneeling statue.
puff--!
A muffled thud.
It looked like a puncture had been made through some rotten leather.
Like two lines of black, turbid blood suddenly flowing from what was once an empty eye socket.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely shrill scream, seemingly both male and female, emanated from the statue's body, echoing throughout the hall and shaking everyone's soul.
Click!
It felt like his chest was bursting open, and the cracks spread rapidly throughout his body like a spider web.
As the statue collapsed, the ten scorching orbs of light above also dissipated in a twisting motion.
The main hall fell back into darkness.
The sound of Bi Yuewu groaning in pain as he rolled around was heard.
With a single move, Chen Huai'an sent the Black Scale Sword flying back.
When it is sheathed, the sound is crisp and clear, like jade.
Then, he bowed deeply to the pile of broken pieces, and a tattered scroll slowly condensed in the pile.
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