usatvline Chapter 356: Farewell to the Lord of Mount Tai
Chapter 356: Farewell to the Lord of Mount Tai
Chapter 356: Farewell to the Lord of Mount Tai
Daxia, Fengdu...
clang!clang!clang!
The sound of the bell, like a death knell, suddenly and harshly echoed in Fengdu City. The sound seemed to be able to penetrate the human soul, making all the ghosts who heard it tremble.
For a moment, the entire Fengdu City fell into a dead silence. Many ghosts stopped what they were doing and stood there blankly, looking in the direction of the bell with confused and empty eyes.
In the distant sky, the palace of the Lord of Mount Tai was looming. The faint green light emanating from the palace gradually dimmed like a candle in the wind.
This strange sight made the ghosts feel an inexplicable fear and awe. They knew that this meant that the Lord of Mount Tai was about to leave, or had already left this world.
Many ghosts were unable to suppress their inner fear and fell to their knees with horror in their eyes.
They put their hands together and kowtowed devoutly towards the palace of the Lord of Mount Tai, muttering to themselves:
"Respectfully send the Lord of Mount Tai back to heaven..."
"Respectfully send the Lord of Mount Tai back to heaven..."
"Respectfully send the Lord of Mount Tai back to heaven..."
At this moment, the entire Fengdu City was shrouded in a solemn and dignified atmosphere.
As time passed, the sound of the bells gradually faded away, but the solemn atmosphere still lingered in the hearts of every ghost.
King Yama stood quietly in front of the majestic Yama Palace, gazing at the palace of Lord Taishan from afar. There was an endless sadness in the depths of his eyes, like fallen leaves drifting in the autumn wind.
Chen Muye looked at the scene in front of him, and a trace of doubt surged in his heart. He asked softly: "Lord Yama, what on earth happened here?"
King Yama lowered his head slightly, hiding the sorrow in his eyes, then slowly raised his head, his voice was like a cold wind blowing, cold and sharp:
"Have you noticed that the light above the palace of Lord Taishan has disappeared? This means that the Lord has passed away."
When Chen Muye heard this, his eyes widened and his face was filled with shock, as if he had been electrocuted: "Master Fujun... he actually..."
"The Lord of the Mansion was seriously injured a long time ago and has been resting since then. However, he had frequently used the power of the Book of Life and Death and the Netherworld River, and his body had long been overwhelmed and was exhausted..."
King Yama stopped talking and just stared quietly at the palace of Lord Taishan. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice was low, as if he was crying or complaining.
&34;Farewell... Lord Taishan passed away. &34;
The Emperor of Fengdu stood in his own palace, staring blankly at the palace of the Lord of Mount Tai, his eyes dim as if dead. He bowed respectfully in that direction, motionless like a sculpture:
"Farewell, Lord!"
……
Somewhere in Daxia...
Destiny was walking on the road and suddenly stopped. He turned his head slowly, his face calm, like a lake without any ripples.
"My plan succeeded! Next...it's up to you...Li Mingxuan."
Fate no longer stops and moves towards the distance.
......
Li Mingxuan hugged Haoran, who had already lost his breath, tightly and rushed into the territory of Daxia like lightning.
At this time in the border area of Daxia, a magnificent steel city was rising at an astonishing speed.
Although the city has not been fully built, judging from the completed parts alone, its scale is staggering - at least equivalent to the size of the entire Cangnan City!
This giant steel city is like a black stone pillar deeply rooted in the border of Daxia, standing there firmly, exuding a terrifying aura of majesty.
On the walls of this huge steel city, there is a line of huge and eye-catching scarlet characters engraved on it: A-011. [Sinking Dragon].
These characters seemed to be drawn in blood, exuding a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere.
This place is the A-level strategic point of Daxia State, numbered 011, "Shenlong Pass"
At this moment, on the rock-solid steel wall of Shenlong Pass, a figure in a dark red cloak was holding a telescope, concentrating on monitoring the wall shrouded in thick fog several kilometers away.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something strange and his eyes narrowed slightly.
He saw a blue light streaking across the sky like a meteor, flying through the air at lightning speed, and passing through Shenlong Pass at lightning speed. He could even clearly feel the breath coming from the human ceiling.
"Who is that? I've never heard of a human ceiling carrying out missions outside the fog?"
The night watchman muttered to himself and quickly reported the situation to his superiors.
.......
Late Night Bookstore...
Li Mingxuan returned here in the blink of an eye, holding Haoran. His voice trembled slightly: "Haoran...we...are home."
Haoran closed his eyes and lay quietly in Li Mingxuan's arms, as if he had lost all his life.
However, just as Li Mingxuan was immersed in sorrow, a figure stepped into the study.
Fate broke the silence with an extremely calm tone, and he whispered, "If I were you, I would take him back to Fengdu."
Li Mingxuan turned his head suddenly and his eyes fell on Fate.
He was a young monk, no more than twenty years old, but his eyes were as deep and calm as a lake, as if they contained endless wisdom and power.
"Lin Qiye? No! Fate!"
A trace of surprise flashed across Li Mingxuan's eyes, and then a murderous intent quickly surged up. He recognized the other party, and the anger and despair in his heart made him unable to suppress his emotions.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Li Mingxuan, holding the sword of Ama-no-Kurokumo in his hand, stabbed towards Fate like lightning.
The sword flashed with cold light, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at the throat of fate. As long as Li Mingxuan exerted a little force, fate would die on the spot.
Li Mingxuan's eyes were bloodshot, revealing endless anger and murderous intent: "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation! Why does Haoran have your causal white chess piece in his hand!"
"The death of Lord Taishan was destined. Even if he didn't sacrifice himself to save you, his life would have come to an end soon."
The words of fate remain as plain as water.
After hearing this, Li Mingxuan's anger grew even more intense. He gritted his teeth and asked, "What do you mean by that? Are you saying that Haoran's death is inevitable?"
Fate clasped his hands together and spoke calmly, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him:
“From the moment you changed Zhao Kongcheng’s fate, I understood.
The ever-changing situation... has already begun."