Chapter 959: Chapter 785: Guang Ming Has Arrived!
“King Ming! King Ming! King Ming!”
At this mont, more people began singing the holy song.
“Holy Thunder splits the sky, Tribulation Fire burns away the void, Purity illuminates the vast world, Unity unveils the true chapter!”
“Holy Thunder shines brilliantly across nine heavens, Tribulation Fire purifies the dusty world, pity the worldly people for their nurous worries, suffering amid thousands of calamities linked together. Unity of All Things transforms into light, One Births All Things illuminates the vast world, King Ming descends to shatter darkness, renews all creation with spacious heavens and earth—”
This is a brand-new holy song spread from the Main Temple; originally, Beicheng was sowhat resistant, but at this mont on Yellow Mountain Island, everyone spontaneously began chanting.
“Holy is the Master of Light!”
Shi Jue’s crippled hands unconsciously ford the Pilgrimage Seal, his shattered Dantian energy sea reconstructed amidst the Holy Light.
When he saw the various places on the desolate island igniting with blazing Tribulation Fire and Thunder erupting in the sky, platinum Holy Thunder rumbling, this sword Dharma King, known for his cold deanor, finally burst into tears—this was clearly the extre faith of the Beicheng District’s people, causing the resonate response of Holy Thunder Tribulation Fire to evoke miraculous scenes.
Li Weiliang’s body had originally fallen from high altitude, like a withered leaf, powerless to the ground.
Yet, as she was about to crash, she was lifted by a powerful force.
“Lin Rui?”
Li Weiliang’s “Mad Dragon” Battle Armor had long been shattered, with at least seventeen deep cracks, blood slowly seeping through the armor’s fissures, staining her clothes, her long hair disheveled over her shoulders, appearing especially desolate.
Her face was pale as paper, her breath extrely weak, each breath accompanied by severe pain, as if countless sharp blades were stirring inside her.
Luckily, at this mont, strands of warm flas burned within her, continuously purifying the remaining alien Primordial Qi and void power within her, and were repairing her injuries.
And just after Li Weiliang steadied her form, she imdiately looked towards the sky, seeing the golden figure on the Fire Bird, watching the fleet of warships like a falling Star River, an indescribable thrill surged in her heart.
She looked at the youth like a Great Sun, countless consciousness and mory fragnts sealed by the “Knowledge Barrier” started to riot, stirring up a stormy sea in her mind.
Those blurred images, broken sounds, fragnted emotions, seed awakened by so power at this mont, gradually piecing together into clear pictures.
Li Weiliang sensed clearly, her spirit within the Heavenly Curtain was retrieving sothing she had lost before.
She felt her bloodline’s tremor growing intense; when she recalled various information about Lin Rui, her heart skipped a beat.
Li Weiliang could hardly believe it, Lin Rui—also known as Lin Hao, King Ming, was the ‘thing’ she had been searching for all along? Was he the one she had been worried and concerned about?
anwhile, in the distant Great Cheng nation’s army formation, Wang Ce, who had retreated to this place, clenched his fists, face pale as paper, heart filled with terror to the extre.
He never expected that the arrival of the Lord of Purity—Lin Rui would be with such might!
Wang Ce intensely focused on the figure surrounded by Holy Thunder Tribulation Fire, his inner tides surging, his Primordial Spirit frantically warning.
He told Li Weiliang he was acting out of helplessness; it was true.
Wang Ce genuinely did not want to act against Li Weiliang, unless it was unavoidable; who would want to offend a God otherwise?
However, the internal pressure of the Longevity Association and stress from several gods forced him to act.
Wang Ce comforted himself in his heart, that the South Abyss would protect him, according to certain insiders within the Longevity Association, this was his place of divine downfall!
Lin Rui would inevitably fall here, and the Great Sun Venerate would awaken from his body.
And at this mont, Wang Ce saw Lin Rui glance in his direction.
“Boom!”
Wang Ce’s body spontaneously ignited without fire, consud by the holy white Tribulation Fire, becoming a torch.
The fla, like countless poisonous snakes, madly tore at every inch of his flesh. His skin quickly charred in the flas, flesh evaporating under high temperature, bones emitting cracking sounds.
Intense pain surged through his body like tidal waves, as if countless sharp blades stirred within his body, every nerve scread collapse. His Primordial Spirit also violently trembled under Tribulation Fire’s burn, ready to turn to ashes at any mont.
“No—!” Wang Ce uttered a heart-wrenching scream, desperately looking back, full of hope: “Save—Save !”
He hoped the South Abyss, or the Hope Venerate would intervene, helping him extinguish the Tribulation Fire, yet only the howling wind and increasingly fierce holy white Tribulation Fire responded.
As ti passed, his scream filled with endless pain and despair. The holy white Tribulation Fire seed alive, deftly avoided vital areas while scorching his limbs and bones inch by inch.
His skin blackened and curled, exposing muscle sizzling with oil underneath, blood vaporized instantly in high heat, emitting nauseating scorched odors. Every breath felt like inhaling boiling magma, burning his throat and lungs, making him nearly suffocate.
His consciousness blurred gradually, only darkness and regret left in his eyes, knowing he was dood, destined to beco the first sacrifice in this divine battle in Tribulation Fire.
But what made Wang Ce despair was this pain of thousands of ants devouring the heart, Primordial Spirit torn inch by inch, continued, the flas seed controlled by so force, always keeping him from dying easily.
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