Chapter 344: Chapter 287: The Prophecy of Death_4
He who possessed the Dark Gold Entry “Joyous Being” knew all too well the terror of such a Level.
The Strength of the Dharma Realm recklessly infused the Entry, bestowing upon the bearer of this “title” the ability to discern everything, or directly annihilate an enemy.
This ti, the adversary had the upper hand with intelligence!
There was less than an hour left!
The Dark Gold Entry of Mo Ga Ru could be activated at any mont!
A prophetic poem that controlled the future’s every developnt trajectory sealed his fate, rendering him incapable of eluding detection, no matter his actions!
All the efforts he had taken to gain trust had gone to waste!
And the foe might even recklessly co to kill him.
——Face him head-on with “Master Wei”?
Yet he had seen his adversary’s Dharma Aspect ultimate move, and had weighed it in his heart.
…His own body was a patchwork of assorted artifacts.
No match for his enemy.
Shen Ye looked into the void and saw a line of small characters:
“You have received a blessing in the resting room: Turn the Tide.”
“——When you are at rock bottom, you can surely turn things around.”
This had no Affinity, unable to make the bugs fight alongside him!
That was even further from possibility.
Not to ntion, he had hoped to uncover the secrets of the Five Desires World.
Where his gate power truly ca from.
And that evil spirit statue!
He must find a way——
To survive!
To deceive that prophetic poem!
How to deceive it?
——It was a Dark Gold Entry, after all!
Shen Ye’s eyes flashed as he suddenly opened the window, leaped out, and flew up into the skies, soaring towards Qingyun.
The threat…
The prophetic poem targeted the threat!
Then, as long as there was no threat, it would be fine.
At this mont, the teacher was not present.
No others had such power.
Only one person——
“Ten steps, one kill; not a trace for a thousand miles!”
Boom——
The motorcycle transford into a Flying Shuttle, carrying him into the distant skies.
“Full speed, full speed!”
Shen Ye commanded.
The velocity of the Flying Shuttle kept increasing.
Amidst the intense sonic booms, the Flying Shuttle vanished in an instant.
The Song Family.
Drip drip drip——
Song Yinchen, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and checked his phone.
“Eh? Brother Shen Ye…”
She answered the call.
Several hasty sentences were exchanged.
“What did you say!” Song Yinchen stood up in shock.
The call was quickly disconnected.
Song Yinchen rushed out of her room and headed toward the back garden with its small bridge and flowing stream pavilion.
As expected!
A Flying Shuttle was whistling through the distant sky, coming her way.
As it approached the Song Family Courtyard, the Flying Shuttle suddenly vanished.
A person continued to hurtle toward the direction of Song Yinchen.
It was Shen Ye!
Song Yinchen, recalling the conversation on the phone, couldn’t help feeling anxious.
But Shen Ye had spoken so earnestly.
He wouldn’t joke about such matters!
“Quick!”
Shen Ye shouted loudly.
Song Yinchen no longer hesitated, clenched her teeth, and with fingers ford like a knife, she made a slicing motion through the air.
Crack.
Shen Ye was struck on the neck and instantly lost consciousness.
Song Yinchen leaped up, caught him, and then fell back to the ground.
Instantly, many people in black appeared around them.
The Song Family’s people had been swapped out several tis; the remaining guards, house servants, maids, and stewards had all been tested by Song Yinchen and were her trusted confidantes.
Song Yinchen carried Shen Ye, step by step, into a pavilion on the lake, and placed him on a soft couch.
“Bring a blanket to prevent him from catching cold,”
she instructed the maid behind her.
“Yes.” Two maids hurried off.
Song Yinchen watched Shen Ye, who was unconscious, her bright eyes beginning to twirl.
“Oh dear, I really can’t figure out why I have to keep knocking him out… and to continue for an entire day…”
“Such a strange request, I’ve never encountered anything like it in my life.”
She propped her chin in her hand and thought for a while, but still could not understand, so she simply gave an order:
“Convey my command, the Song Family will enter the highest level of alert; no one is to approach the Song Residence.”
“—otherwise, kill on sight!”
“Yes!”
In the pavilion, only Song Yinchen and Shen Ye remained.
She waved her hand and cast a mist-like barrier to envelop the pavilion, to prevent outsiders from seeing Shen Ye.
In the upcoming day—
Whenever Shen Ye was about to wake up, Song Yinchen would knock him out again.
Yes.
At this ti.
Only Song Yinchen, who had the capability, the strength, and the trustworthiness, could keep knocking out Shen Ye and protecting him.
And Shen Ye—
Shen Ye posed no threat.
Unconscious, he was like an infant, harmless to anyone.
On the other side.
The Five Desires World.
“My lord, the invaders from the Death World are still wreaking havoc on the battlefield, what shall we do now?” a subordinate asked respectfully.
Mo Ga Ru sat on his throne, pondered for a mont, and above his head a line of shimring characters appeared:
“Everyone retreat.”
“Yes!”
All withdrew from the great hall.
Mo Ga Ru waited a while longer before he stood up and paced back and forth in the hall.
“In the Great Tomb, it seed I sensed that man’s strength… extrely powerful.”
“It seems I must et with him.”
“But before that—”
He halted his steps, a strange vibration emanating from his entire body, like ripples forming on a calm water surface.
These ripples congregated in midair and ford lines of small characters:
“The buzz of insects goes dormant as the height of sumr approaches; perhaps it’s ti to rest, all progress shall co to a halt;”
“Your actions have angered the Earth, hot as magma, terrifying as earthquakes, manifesting a man equal in might to you;”
“Stay away from him, for even the Dharma Realm admires his tenacity, and for this, you will pay a mutual destruction’s price;”
“Echoes from the depths of Hell can be heard, the sneaky ones have no solution to you, still hiding in darkness;”
“Beware of your companion, he may have already been conquered by desire.”
“If you have no further questions, this prophecy is through.”
Mo Ga Ru thought for a while, then used his hand to stir the ripples, inscribing a na:
“Baxter.”
All the ripples seed to co alive, forming a final sentence in the prophecy:
“To the young man sleeping in Tender Village, no thoughts have sprouted, idly spending the day.”
“One thing to the face, another behind the back,” Mo Ga Ru cursed, “This damn vampire, still too young, indulging only in those things, it seems next ti I’ll have to teach him a good lesson.”
In midair.
All the ripples dissipated.
The next prophecy won’t co for another three days.
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