Chapter 854: My only wish is for Master's safety...
Thunder roared down, the floating peaks collapsed, and jagged rocks pierced the sky.
Enveloped by the sky full of crimson lightning, Chen Huai'an's figure was as small as a mustard seed, yet as majestic as Mount Sumeru.
He did not use any protective magic items.
There are no protective magic items available.
The so-called electronic girlfriend system was now as silent as death, as if even it feared the wrath of this world.
But it doesn't matter.
Chen Huai'an looked down at the Black Scale Sword in his hand, then clenched his left fist.
He has the sword that suits his taste best.
He has a pair of iron fists.
There is also a physical fetus that has been completely rejuvenated by the infusion of primordial spiritual energy.
That's enough!
"BOOM—!!!"
Heaven seemed to be angered by this person's disrespect.
The originally violent crimson lightning suddenly contracted, transforming into a jet-black, silent bolt of dark lightning.
It neither destroys mountains nor frightens ghosts and gods.
It only destroys people's hearts, annihilates true spirits, and ruins the foundation of the Way.
This is the Thunder of Annihilation!
Chen Huai'an looked up.
Although he had never seen such a calamity before.
But as if guided by divine inspiration, he knew what the endless thunderclouds and the oppressive aura before him represented.
Do you want to eliminate him, Chen, directly?
interesting.
The sword intent in his eyes was even more dazzling than the world-destroying Yin lightning.
"Come!"
A soft shout, like shattered pearls thrown into the air.
The floating peak beneath their feet, which had supported the Nine Heavens Refining Profound Array for ten thousand years, finally could not withstand this step and collapsed with a crash.
Taking advantage of this counter-attack, Chen Huai'an advanced instead of retreating.
At that moment, he was no longer alone.
Instead, it was a sword flowing against the current, crashing headlong into that pitch-black, deathly silence.
Click!
The Black Scale Sword trembled as it clashed head-on with the Yin Thunder.
Once the sword is drawn, there is no turning back!
The sword strike was very light, as light as a sigh, slicing through the void without leaving a trace of smoke or fire.
This sword strike was incredibly heavy, as if it were dragging down the very backbone of humanity.
It was clumsy and slow, yet it possessed a resolute spirit of "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me," and it forcefully squeezed into the heart of destruction.
Before that stubborn sword light, all so-called skills and rules seemed pale and meaningless.
Click—!
The Yin Lightning that could shatter even the souls of immortals was actually cleaved in two by this sword.
The countless stray electric snakes were controlled, flowing wildly into Chen Huai'an's body along the sword.
pain.
Like ten thousand ants gnawing at your bones, like a thousand knives tearing your flesh apart.
But Chen Huai'an's smile grew even more unrestrained.
"Hahaha! You've come at the right time!"
He was smiling.
He used this heavenly tribulation to temper his body, and used this destructive force to hone the supreme foundation that would allow him to step into the immortal realm.
"Again!"
Her long hair danced wildly as she ascended into the sky.
One step at a time, like a thunderbolt.
One step at a time, one ascends to immortality!
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Canglan Small World.
Holy Soul City, Heavenly Battle Palace.
The night was as still as water, but the lights were brilliant.
Tonight, the imperial city is immersed in a sea of joy.
The victory celebration banquet for the final group of the All-Continent Elite Soul Fighter Tournament is being held here.
They clinked glasses and exchanged toasts.
The genius Soul Fighters from various academies were engaged in lively discussions.
They were all young, their eyes shining with the light that only someone their age possessed, dreaming of the glory of tomorrow's finals, dreaming of becoming famous overnight.
"Drink this cup to the brim!"
"For glory! Let's fight!"
"Goddess Qingran's sword strike today was too powerful! If it weren't for her, we probably wouldn't have won so easily!"
The sounds of noise, compliments, and elegant music intertwined to create a joyful atmosphere.
However.
In the heart of this bustling scene, the protagonist, who should have been the center of attention, quietly left his seat.
The highest observation deck in Tiandou Palace.
A solitary, elegant figure leans alone against the railing.
Li Qingran.
Now, she has long since shed the naivety she had when she first entered this little world.
She wore a moon-white palace dress, her long black hair was casually tied up, and she only had an antique wooden hairpin in her hair.
The wooden hairpin was not valuable; in fact, it was rather rough.
But it was carved by her master himself back then.
The moonlight shone on her, coating her with a holy and cool silver glow, making her look like a fairy from the moon palace who might ride the wind and return at any moment.
"Goddess Qingran, why are you drinking here alone?"
Footsteps sounded behind me.
A handsome young man in a gold-trimmed aristocratic robe approached, carrying a wine glass, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.
"If this victory celebration banquet includes you, it will be quite unpleasant."
Li Qingran did not turn around, a hint of memory lingering in her eyes.
Several months have passed since the preliminary rounds of the Fighting Soul Academy.
She killed the first place in the finals without even revealing all the trump cards her master had given her.
The Fighting Soul Academy eventually established two teams, and she was the captain of one of them.
The captain of the other team is the man behind him, Xie Yue, who is known as the leader of the Golden Generation of the Soul Hall.
Time flies...
In the blink of an eye, she has led her team through numerous challenges, and tomorrow is the final of the World Elite Soul Fighter Tournament.
During this period, the situation of the master appearing in a dream, like last time, has not occurred again.
From expectation, to despondency, and then to gradual calm.
Li Qingran felt that her master must be busy with something important.
Her gaze pierced through the bustling imperial city, through the layers of clouds, and looked towards the distant east.
There was nothing particularly special about that place.
Only a solitary moon hangs high in the sky.
But I don't know why.
The moon tonight is a blindingly red.
Like blood.
“I dislike noise.”
Li Qingran's voice was indifferent, revealing a coldness that kept people at a distance.
Xie Yue's smile froze for a moment, and she stopped awkwardly. "Uh... tomorrow is the finals, it's understandable that Goddess Qingran is a little nervous. However, with Fairy Qingran's current strength, leading the first team to victory is just a piece of cake..."
"nervous……"
Li Qingran murmured as if in a dream.
In those clear, watery eyes, there was no expectation for tomorrow's battle, only a deep-seated worry.
She did not explain.
Because she felt...
Just now.
Just as the red moon rose in the eastern sky.
Her heart suddenly clenched with pain.
That's not an illness.
It is a bond that originates from the depths of the soul, a connection that transcends space and time.
That's... Master's aura.
"He is fighting."
Li Qingran murmured to herself, her voice so soft that only the wind could hear it.
"What?" The young man didn't hear clearly and subconsciously took a step forward.
Li Qingran still ignored him, not even sparing him a glance.
She slowly closed her eyes.
Click.
The glass of sake in his hand silently turned to dust at that moment.
It's not about being controlled by emotions anymore.
She was suppressing the urge to rush over without regard for anything.
Because she knew that she couldn't go anywhere until she left the small world.
The first condition to escape the small world is to be a god!
Although she is now a leading figure among the younger generation in the Canglan Realm, on the battlefield that her master faces, she might not even have the right to be a speck of dust.
Going there would only be a burden.
She didn't want to spend her whole life hiding behind her master.
I don't want to be just a burden.
늅神……
She wants God!
"Master..." Li Qingran clasped his hands together and bowed his head devoutly under the starry sky and lonely moon.
She was a cold and proud goddess in the eyes of those Soul Masters, but who has ever seen her worrying about others at this moment?
I do not seek immortality.
I do not seek to be invincible in the world.
Li Qingran prayed silently in her heart.
I do not seek worldly splendor and glory.
"Qingran has no other desires."
"My only wish is... that Master is safe and sound."
The wind blew her long hair.
This moment.
The figure standing in the moonlight bore a striking resemblance to the white-clad swordsman who was currently engaged in a bloody battle in the heavens.
Loneliness.
firm.
And... forging ahead without hesitation.
As Xie Yue watched Li Qingran's retreating figure, she felt a strange sense of shame and inferiority.
He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything.
They could only retreat silently, not daring to disturb them any further.
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