255: Chapter 236 Redemption 255: Chapter 236 Redemption People always die eventually, it’s just a matter of ti.
Revenge and such is aningless, it’s just a hollow sentint…
Damn it all!
“Jia Yi!”
The mont the young man appeared in this world, he started off by roaring at the heavens.
The roar contained anger, hatred, unease, and confusion.
But above all, it was filled with joy.
Joy for eting it again, joy for the opportunity to tear it apart with his own hands.
The fish-head, upon hearing the sound, faintly raised its head, glanced over, and then continued its spellcasting, head lowered.
The “souls” being bound still had a certain amount of autonomy and instinct when the master loosened control.
To it, the stranger before it was irrelevant, rely ant to be food for the beast swarm.
But in the following mont, its pupils regained clarity.
Its “master”, that perverted bastard, would never miss such an opportunity.
“…Another fool seeking revenge against ?”
“Jia Yi” took a glance at his prey then turned his head around to take another look.
A fleeting feeling of deep anger passed by.
The existence of the “self” was just a temporary construct created by the master, with only the mutilated soul bound by the curse.
“Kill everyone except Lu Ping’an…”
The master’s command was issued, and the fishman Beast Tar began adjusting its army with renewed cunning glint in its eyes.
Blood-red auras continuously poured out, as the simple ability of “Berserk” was hardly affected at all.
As the impending crisis escalated, Guan Xinxian was only filled with joy and gratitude.
“Lu Ping’an…”
“Yeah, I know.”
Standing on the ark made from the Fusang tree, Lu Ping’an remained silent, calling out to his own “scenery.”
He squinted his eyes and beca lost in the silence, wandering between illusion and space.
It was a painting, dedicated to the “Pavilion Master” as a “graduation exam”…
A painting that had “salvation” written on the front, with a hastily sketched-out idea of “survival” on the back.
“Humans, all eventually die.”
“Ah, I have finally waited for this mont…
If it were up to , I’d probably say sothing like that.”
“In fact, there is no significance to it.
Since the world of humans is already hell, why would I be in a hurry to go down there?
Play, just to play, and make sure I’ve had my fill before moving on…”
In the hazy realm of lost illusions, reality gradually approached.
Amidst hell, a thread of salvation descended, and countless lost souls tried to climb on it, hoping to return to the world of the living.
But those who reached the land of the living only wailed, cried, and prayed.
Were they longing for an unreachable paradise?
Or were they yearning for the mont they’d fall back into hell?
“Hell?
The world of humans?
What’s the difference?
Do you long for salvation?
I’ll give it to you—the chance to choose…”
As the young man lifted his head, shadowy streaks fell from the dazzling sunlight.
Black threads transford into ropes, striking the formidable beast swarm.
One by one, nooses were tightened around their necks, imdiately yanking them off the ground and suspending them in the air.
Black raindrops fell from the sky, like Death God’s hangman’s noose, but also like radiant golden light of salvation.
“…Why refuse?
Isn’t early rest a good thing?
No matter how bad hell is, it wouldn’t be worse than the world of humans, right?”
As negative spiritual power was applied to the scene of despair, the magic trees that thirsted for life and blood walked from hell to the world of humans.
So beasts attempted to resist, but their resistance was futile in the face of nearly infinite “nooses.”
One after another, a dozen more attacked at the sa ti.
Looping around the head, entangling hands, tearing apart, pulling, winding, and hanging to death.
The ropes thirsting for fresh blood and life gleefully hoisted the living, the resounding hymns rang out, and the sacred sunlight descended from the treetops.
In folklore, the Suru Fusu Tree is the dwelling of the sun.
And atop this mature giant Fusang tree, the “Sun” resided.
The colossal tree suddenly lood there, covered with countless “Hook Locks” and “Eternal Nooses”.
The living nooses absorbed nutrients and sunlight from the Fusang tree and gathered other elents for growth…
But they craved the taste of life even more.
One beast after another was hoisted up, instantly becoming dry corpses.
They couldn’t resist or ward off the Baseliga Bloodsucking Vine (new 2-tier Magic Plant for Lu series), as their bites and claws were aningless…
Tearing apart one was futile, as dozens more would co during the process.
The brilliance of the giant tree was currently saving the world, and the threads of sanctified redemption continually fell, redeeming the demons of Hell…
Everything before Lu Ping’an’s eyes moved him to tears, as he realized for the first ti that he might have artistic inclinations.
“…
It’s more horrifying than I imagined,” said Guan Xinxian, who had helped Lu Ping’an accomplish all this, bitterly smiling.
“I don’t know if introducing you to the Pavilion Master was the right thing to do.”
Lu Ping’an glared at him, deciding that it was best not to ntion any “buzzkill” at the mont.
With just that one hit, more than half of the “beast swarm” was lost, but that didn’t an Lu Ping’an’s crisis had been resolved.
Now, the only ones that could still resist the countless plumting nooses were the high-level beasts.
Many had the ability to fly, and as long as they stayed close, they still posed a huge threat.
As for the palm print hidden within the sleeve, Lu Ping’an completed the final touches.
“…
Giant in Hand.”
With Lu Ping’an’s will, Divine Grace descended, and the giant tree expanded violently in a flash.
The ropes on the tree also swelled in proportion.
The already towering tree doubled in size in every aspect, as did the “Infinite Nooses” that lengthened and thickened proportionately.
[Giant in Hand (Divine Blessing for Brass Upper): People describe those who manipulate power as turning their hands like clouds and covering their hands with rain, yet they do not know that immortals have their own clouds and rain stored within their sleeves.
Designate a Magic Plant from your own scene (mini-world) to temporarily beco gigantic for a short ti (up to three tis the size, lasting a maximum of three minutes).]
“Awooo!”
“Ahhhh!”
Amidst various screams, the beast swarm was confronted with their natural enemy.
The original nooses transford into ripping, crushing tentacles, maliciously sucking blood and life like a swarm of vampire bats, once again launching a surprise attack from above.
This ti, accompanied by screams and despair, was the infinite expansion of death.
The taller and thicker Fusang tree signified a more relentless assault and an even larger range of attack…
The originally safe area instantly beca a death zone.
Beast swarms may lack morale, but they still experience fear.
At this mont, the Beast King among the multitude turned around to flee in despair, spreading its wings…
only to be entangled by five ropes and turned into a burst of “heavenly flowers” scattering through the sky.
One after another, the “blooms” dispersed in mid-air while Lu Ping’an humd a little tune.
If Guan Xinxian’s scene was a life-saving one, then Lu Ping’an’s “scene of redemption” was a death scene designed for groups.
Both scenes used the Suru Fusu Tree as their centerpiece, yet created completely opposite outcos.
This spectacle dumbfounded the battle-hardened Jia Yi, who had never seen such a high-efficiency killing scene before.
“…
A Gardener series specialized for dealing with groups and Beast Tars?
Luckily, it’s still a tree, and it can’t move…
”
“Boom!”
The next mont, he was proven wrong.
The great tree slowly advanced, and although not fast, the surrounding death zones also moved forward with it!
This instantly shattered the common knowledge that Gardeners could only engage in set-piece battles, becoming the object of everyone’s terror.
It was only now that everyone noticed the Noah’s Ark at the foot of the giant tree, which, unard, was slowly moving forward with its “brother” on its back.
And on the bow, Guan Xinxian was steering while pointing to their sworn enemy not far away.
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