usatvline Chapter 213 Not a Homecoming Resident
Chapter 213 Not a Homecoming Resident
Zhu Wuyao was unwilling to use his learned techniques on Ye Xiaozhou until the very last step, and dared not let the spirit pen do as it pleased.
After searching through all her knowledge and resources, she finally came up with a solution: the combination of being haunted by ghostly energy and stealing the sky and changing the sun could be used on Lord Xuan. If there were any hidden dangers, wouldn't that be even better?
This method is very risky.
Especially in the realm of Liquan, this is the end point of cause and effect for the body.
If something goes wrong along the way, Zhu Wuyao will truly lose his mind and never wake up again.
The reason I dared to take this gamble was because Ye Xiaozhou was here.
If Ye Xiaozhou loses, she wouldn't survive anyway; if Ye Xiaozhou wins, even if she loses her mind, she can probably be saved.
Zhu Wuyao originally wanted to get rid of her confusion and reconcile cause and effect through her own efforts, but who knew that the appearance of the bone dragon and the boiling of resentment would reduce her chances of waking up to the lowest level.
Fortunately, at this moment, Ye Xiaozhou's "great misfortune" occurred.
The moonlight also enveloped her.
In the instant that resentment and ghostly energy were suppressed, the instructions etched in his mind made Zhu Wuyao instinctively seize that sliver of clarity—to use a trick to shift the blame onto Lord Xuan.
It is precisely because of this connection between cause and effect that the resentment lingering in the Liquan realm finally found its true enemy.
Injustice has its head, and debt has its owner.
Lord Xuan could no longer use the substitution trick, nor could he use the blood ties to make Ye Xiaozhou bear the consequences of his actions.
The resentment in the realm of Liquan is so deep that it is unparalleled in the world.
Even in the cultivation world, few evil cultivators could commit such atrocities. The corpses accumulated over the years would be enough to form several mountains.
It was refined into a bone dragon by the Lord of Xuan City, becoming a deadly move to deal with Ye Xiaozhou.
He never imagined that the sins he had committed would come back to haunt him in this way.
The black clouds swirled like dragons and piled up like mountains. They had been hanging over the sky all this time, claiming the Liquan Boundary as their own territory. Their surging was like crashing waves, vaguely carrying an apocalyptic image.
But at this moment, it is being driven out and dissolved.
The red moon, hanging silently in the sky, shone even brighter, leaving no room for the dark clouds.
The resentment extending from the white bones was like threads, like black ropes, pulling at the giant dragon in the heavens.
Their bodies are buried in the mud, their bones turned to ash; by what right do evildoers rise to become dragons in the heavens?!
Therefore, they were unwilling, and therefore they were angry.
One person and one ghost can hardly amount to anything; their voices are nothing more than the buzzing of a mosquito. But when millions of people and countless souls gather together, they can demand the lives of evildoers and collect debts.
Zhu Wuyao opened his eyes and saw white bones scattered all over the ground under the red moon.
They saw countless black ropes of resentment connecting heaven and earth, about to drag the high-ranking black dragon down into the abyss.
She heard the black dragon's angry roar;
She heard an even more furious sound: howling winds and wailing ghosts!
She watched as the dissipating dark clouds repeatedly coalesced, only to eventually dissipate like smoke.
She saw the ominous moonlight spreading to every corner; the red moon was serene and peaceful, yet concealed deadly intent.
Zhu Wuyao looked around and saw the giant sword crumbling into pieces, and saw a cold glint rising straight up, unstoppable.
When I woke up, the world had grown old.
If it weren't for Ye Xiaozhou's familiar red dress, Zhu Wuyao would hardly have been able to tell what day it was. The scene was like the end of the world, desolate all around, with clouds collapsing and mountains crumbling.
Ye Xiaozhou had not anticipated this turn of events.
The dark clouds dissipated, and vengeful spirits came to claim lives. The battle situation reversed instantly, and the enemy became weak while we became strong. The suppression of bloodline and realm suddenly stopped, which was truly surprising.
She charged straight up, shattering the greatsword beneath the scimitar, and with a light touch of her feet, seemed to be chasing the clouds and riding the moon.
The red-clad figure bloomed in the air, her hem fluttering in the wind. She carried the red moon on her back, confronting the black dragon. With a swing of her arm, a curved blade flew out and slashed at the giant dragon.
Between heaven and earth, the sword light formed a straight silver line, its cold gleam suddenly breaking through.
They went straight to slay the black dragon.
As the blade struck, the clouds seemed to be vertically split in two, leaving only a profound void in its wake.
The black ropes formed from resentment tore at the dark clouds in the sky, completely dismembering them, clearing away the dark clouds that covered the heavens and earth, before falling and disappearing.
But Ye Xiaozhou did not look relaxed.
She looked at the void that had been slashed out in front of her, and saw it writhing and slowly recovering. It had slain the great dragon, but the boundary between the springs and the earth was not broken, which meant that the man surnamed Xuan was still alive.
Ye Xiaozhou is a fake Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
Lord Xuan was not only a true Nascent Soul cultivator, but also extremely powerful, far surpassing those half-baked Nascent Soul cultivators.
If they could be easily killed, Ye Xiaozhou wouldn't have avoided them.
They had long since become victims of her blade.
Rather than saying that the three parties joined forces to besiege the Black Dragon, it would be more accurate to say that Lord Xuan sacrificed the Black Dragon to quell the resentment in the Liquan Realm.
To reach the highest point, he was willing to give up many things: his wife, children, his body, his conscience...
This is still a battlefield.
Chaos reigned in the land of Liquan.
As the spirit of the Liquan Realm, the Old Book naturally sensed this. When the resentment boiled over, his appearance became rotten and his face became as ferocious as a demon. When the red moon shrouded him, his appearance became peaceful, but there was a hidden sense of killing intent.
This was once a paradise, but now it's a ghost town.
When the resentment of those who had left the spring was completely eradicated and the souls of the dead finally found peace, it seemed that the old man's chronic illness had finally been cured.
However, the place is already in a dilapidated state.
The gloomy indifference, harshness, and aloofness that once enveloped them all have vanished without a trace.
His eyes were clear and bright, yet he was very old.
The old man didn't stop turning the pages.
They have no intention of making a move.
A candle flickered gently, and he thought of the first time he met the Lord of Xuan City; that man was humble, polite, gentle, and kind.
The old man saw the guidance of destiny in him.
At that time, the old man thought that it wouldn't be bad if he were the master of the Liquan Realm.
But we've come this far.
Who is that person who is fighting with others, with missing limbs, venomous eyes, and no human form?
As the old man pondered, he turned to a new page.
He read very slowly, so that several pages remained until the final battle that would determine the fate of the Fountain Realm ended.
This book is very good.
I just watched it a little too quickly.
He tried to turn the tide again, but his efforts were in vain—the Liquan Realm was collapsing, and the damage had already reached this area.
The old bookworm sighed softly, glancing at the remaining pages with a touch of lingering affection; then he looked up at the collapsing sky and the red-clad woman falling from a great height.
He felt completely relaxed, his eyes filled with a sense of relief and acceptance.
The old man didn't want to make a move, because no matter who won, he would disappear. In these final moments, a lamp and a book would suffice.
But the red moon, which I had never seen before, was beautiful.
He looked at the woman in blood-stained clothes who was falling, and saw the humanoid monster who looked like the Lord of Xuan City chasing after her.
Just before the Li Quan Realm was about to collapse and his consciousness was about to dissipate, the Old Man of the Book regained control of the Li Quan Realm and was no longer bound by the Lord of Xuan City.
With a slight raise of his hand, a door leading to the outside world appeared.
I'd rather be the moon rising over the mountains than a traveler returning home.