Capítulo 1331: Chapter 157: Holding the Sun and Moon Above the Nine Layers of Heaven, Treading Heroes Underfoot at Dusk (12,000 Words, Major Chapter)
[You’re going to send down an incarnation, but why not prepare so defensive asures for it? Ah hahahaha, how can there be soone as funny as you!]
Even though the Dragon Gods were being suppressed by Shen Yi, they couldn’t help but rejoice—in that mont, regardless of being serious or jubilant, optimistic or pessimistic, all four Dragon Gods simultaneously regained that youthful mindset that was filled with anticipation and joy for the entire world: [A Heavenly Venerate of Refining Nine Heavens whose incarnation could be slain by the Divine Repository—it doesn’t matter if it’s the Heavenly Mandate, you’ll be fiercely rembered by everyone for at least an entire era in the future!]
[Oh right!]
The Ancient Dragon God, who rembered past history most clearly, suddenly realized and quickly searched through the archive of mories: [That soone, He Wuchang from the Heavenly Will Divine Sect! Yes, that’s right, the Western Patrol Envoy—we initially laughed at his Martial ridian incarnation of the Divine Repository’s third layer being counter-killed by Inner Strength, but now it seems, he didn’t lose unjustly, it’s quite normal, we severely underestimated him!]
[Because his opponent was the Heavenly Destiny An Jing, who could slay the Heavenly Venerate incarnation of Refining Nine Heavens!]
Shen Yi did not speak, but his face was as red as ripe fruit, or the sunset on the horizon. He was nearly gritting his teeth, wanting to say sothing, but nothing ca out because, in the face of facts, any explanation was in vain, any analysis was just covering up.
[Well then, why don’t you do it if you’re so great!]
In the end, he could only squeeze out such a sentence, could only increase the power in his hands, continuing to suppress the Chronicles of Ti, clashing with the two Dragon Gods at the edge of ti and space, where even history was being eroded away.
At that mont, Shen Yi was truly considering whether to simply abandon the Ancestor Dragon Scale and exert all his efforts to defeat the Four Seasons Dragon Gods completely, then use the Chronicles of Ti to thoroughly revise and erase his string of damned failed histories.
But fortunately, he wasn’t alone.
The Heavenly Demon was also at work.
At this mont, An Jing, consolidating the Eternal War Body of Taibai, faced the imprints of all the Heavenly Venerables again.
But this ti, there were no longer the seven top Heavenly Venerates capable of posing a life and death threat to An Jing; now, it was almost like a tiger among a flock of sheep. Wielding the Subdue Evil in his hand, he swung it from left to right, slashing out a massive arc of Sword Qi, imdiately severing several Heavenly Venerable seals.
In the face of his fierce offensive, the imprints of all the Heavenly Venerables distanced themselves, intending to kite and exhaust, but An Jing was no stranger to other Divine Skills. He raised his hand, the brilliantly shining Thunder Light in his hand suddenly dimd, then transford into a massive Destruction Divine Thunder. This Thunder Light, in the form of ‘Floating Qi Soldiers,’ revolved left and right around An Jing, then from there shot out a rain of extrely dim Xuan-colored thunder bullets in all directions.
Under the gaze of distant witnesses, it was as if a stream of Xuan-colored Heavenly River flowed from the sky towards the ten directions of the Heavenly Do. As it passed, Divine Skills t Silence, clouds and mist dimd, and everything was annihilated.
“So strong!”
Zheng Huayan also looked on in amazent at this scene, no longer making a move, and together with Jin Yanhua, suppressing the Primordial Dragon—the montum of the Primordial Dragon not only grew weaker, being counter-suppressed and crushed by Jin Yanhua, but he was also very clear that at this point, the crux no longer had anything to do with that chaotic, aningless weird dragon.
“But…” His face was still solemn and extrely tense: “The Heavenly Demon hasn’t made a move yet!”
“The true purpose of the Outer World Heavenly Demons is to use endless blood and despair to evoke the evil intent of the Evil Demon Hundred Kings within the Ancestor Dragon Scale!”
“If they succeed, then everything…”
…will not succeed.
Because, just now…just now, as An Jing reconsolidated his war body, defeated the incarnation of Shen Yi, and fought the imprints of all the Supre Venerables…he indeed encountered a rather troubleso imprint.
That was an imprint of a Heavenly Venerate who for so reason hid extrely strong power, seeming to carry a part of the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony’s aura within. Or it could be said, it contained part of a Mysterious Heaven Ceremony Seal Fragnt, not only that, there were also many Heavenly Venerable imprints it had collected.
Evidently, among these Heavenly Venerable imprints, there was so ‘commonality,’ perhaps similarly corrupted by Demonic Qi, similarly having cooperated with the Heavenly Demon. In any case, as these Heavenly Venerable imprints constantly shattered and converged, this imprint grew increasingly stronger and remained hidden and voiceless.
If it indeed grew to its utmost, it would undoubtedly be a disaster.
But the problem was.
An Jing killed too fast.
The Zhaolin Ye Zhen Banquet, which should have continued for over half a year, was now nearing its end in less than three days, and the imprints of all the Heavenly Venerables weren’t ant to be blasted to pieces by anyone, but to appear suddenly, all rging and converging into a complete entity when the final victor paid homage to the Ancestor Dragon Scale.
From the fragnts to convergence, it indeed already lost its completeness, and to restore fullness, it needed ti.
An Jing gave no one extra ti.
“Fight!”
With keen instinct, An Jing sensed the threat of this imprint, which was accumulating strength and had a peculiar aura, so he did not hesitate, letting out the Huai Xu Martial Artist’s most classic stern shout. After a Sword Light cleaved forth, he followed it up by darting forward, delivering a punch!
The imnse power erupted, and he stomped the surrounding air to pieces. In the thunder and electrical plasma that flared up, An Jing’s figure vanished like a phantom, yet sohow he caught up with his own Sword Qi, fist and sword arriving together!
[An Jing…]
This mysterious imprint seed to want to say sothing more, maybe introduce its identity, explain its Dark Hand, voice so trash talk or personal setup, tell others it seed to be so kind of Dark Hand of the Heavenly Demon, a foreshadowing, or so other ultimate result of a great conspiracy.
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