Chapter 1019: Chapter 479: Senior Brother’s Gift
The storm ca to an abrupt halt.
The world before Jing Ci’s eyes turned black and white once more, and the depletion of his spirituality almost caused him to faint. He staggered back a few steps, barely managing to steady himself against a wall, leaving a crimson handprint.
In this silent world there was no noise, ti ceased to flow here, as if a mont could last forever.
The Ancestor of Lu Shu stood blankly before him; after the dissipation of her imnse power, she seed to transform into a cold and insurmountable maiden, her delicate face losing a touch of indifference, gaining a hint of youthfulness, just like in the past.
The countless raindrops suspended in mid-air reflected her visage, breathtakingly beautiful.
Jizi Chuan half-knelt on the ground, as still as a sculpture.
The Forbidden Technique of the Wuxiang World is essentially not a domain, but uses supre power to replicate a self-contained mont in ti and space, modifying the causes of the past, then reflecting them onto the effects of the future. Thus, the people and objects appearing here are not real, rather like black and white film captured in an instant, eternal.
"Phew."
Jing Ci exhaled lightly, and instantly disappeared from the rooftop.
When he reappeared, he was already on an empty long street.
Xing Yun and Ghost Eye were still kneeling, Jiang Ze continued his roaring posture, and Tang Yun lay unconscious on the street.
Jing Ci brushed past them, finally arriving before the young man.
In Gu Jianlin’s eyes flickered a fierce golden light, while atop his head grew a noble and bizarre Qilin Horn, the pitch-black Ink Jade Mask forming halfway, giving off a sinister, ghastly aura.
He held a white-haired girl in his arms, defiantly looking towards the sky.
"Thank you, for letting
see her as she was back then, one last ti."
Jing Ci revealed a smile of relief, softly saying, "When I saw you return from the Divine Ruins, you looked exactly like
back then. Actually, being deceived by a wicked woman is no big deal, after all... I was deceived too."
As he spoke these words, even he couldn’t help but chuckle silently.
Jing Ci raised a finger, saring his blood on Gu Jianlin’s forehead, then slipped a folded letter into his pocket, saying calmly, "This is the last thing I leave to you. Rember to take care of the teacher in the future. Don’t be fooled by his seemingly laissez-faire attitude towards you, he actually cares for you a lot."
"A man’s path must ultimately be walked by himself."
Jing Ci laughed silently: "It’s a pity I won’t see who you finally choose."
It was hard to imagine, he seed on the brink of death at any mont, yet could still indulge in gossip.
Jing Ci patted the young man’s shoulder as he brushed past him.
In an instant, Jing Ci returned to the rooftop of Sea Sky Building, this ti drawing a pitch-black tachi from the void, walking towards the white-skirted figure in the storm, gently embracing her.
At this mont, countless bizarre talismans spread from his body, touching the woman in his embrace.
"I promised back then, if you really lost control, I would stop you."
He spoke calmly, "But I also promised you, no matter what you beco, I won’t kill you."
Such contradictory promises, how could they be fulfilled?
The Ancestor of Lu Shu naturally wouldn’t respond to him, after all, she was rely a recorded mont.
"If fate tests
to choose between you and this world, then I suppose I’ve found my answer. I have linked you and
together, from now on... please guide
well." Jing Ci embraced her, reversing his grip on the pitch-black tachi, suddenly piercing her chest.
Of course, it also pierced his own chest.
Wuxiang World collapsed with a roar.
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When Jizi Chuan raised his head, rain had just given way to sunshine, the light spilling down.
On the rooftop of Sea Sky Building, the couple embracing each other was pierced by the pitch-black blade, countless silk threads sprouted from the void, entwining their bodies, and eventually forming a pure white cocoon.
The sunlight fell on the cocoon, crystal clear.
As a Ninth Rank Candle Yin God, he naturally felt the oppressive force that had shrouded the entire city dissipate. If nothing else, the Pseudo Ancestors of the Bai Ze Clan had all stopped acting.
Because no one could continue to control them.
That man had won.
With a mortal body, he successfully defeated the Gods.
Yet the current state before his eyes struck him as bizarre, utterly perplexing.
"Dead? No, neither are dead."
He murmured, "I see, the Soul-binding Lock, its effect is to link the souls of both enemy and friend, synchronizing injuries and states. The Ten Fists Sword, self-sealing, trapping consciousness in a cage. To seal a Primordial, the Ten Fists Sword isn’t enough, so they used another thod, first sealing themselves, then replicating the state onto the opponent. Truly ingenious, in the realm of alchemy, using oneself as a sacrifice to seal the enemy."
Jizi Chuan’s extensive experience allowed him to quickly grasp the key points and specific operations at the transcendent level, marveling as a Heavenly Person.
Jing Ci fulfilled the promise he made back then.
He protected both his beloved girl and this world.
The world misunderstood this man gravely.
He was not a bloodthirsty demon, but a noble king.
With a crash.
The iron door of the rooftop was kicked open.
A thoroughly soaked Gu Jianlin burst in from the safety passage, imdiately seeing the crystalline cocoon in the sunlight.
He froze, if it weren’t for still hearing the Life Rhythm, he almost believed his senior brother was dead.
"Don’t worry, he’s fine."
Jizi Chuan leaned wearily against the parapet of the rooftop, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and then took out a lighter to light it, exhaling smoke: "But don’t think about pulling out the Ten Fists Sword, otherwise today’s hard fight would be for nothing. I feel like your senior brother is doing well, his consciousness is within the Barrier of the Ten Fists Sword."
Gu Jianlin was taken aback.
After the aura of Lu Shu’s Ancestor dissipated, his first reaction was to rush over and check on his senior brother.
After all, the opponent was an Ancient Ancestor who mastered the Third Law, and it was highly likely that they would both be severely injured.
"Lu Shu’s Ancestor, also sealed?"
He tentatively asked.
Jizi Chuan exhaled smoke and nodded: "Its soul is together with your senior brother’s soul."
Gu Jianlin initially thought this was a scenario of love and hatred, filled with a tragic atmosphere.
But now it seed that wasn’t the case.
Although he didn’t know when his senior brother would wake up, as long as he wasn’t dead, there was always a chance.
After all, his senior brother wasn’t suffering from so fatal illness with little ti left.
As long as soone on their side could defeat the Ancestor that mastered the Third Law, they could awaken him.
No, that’s not right.
What his senior brother did had a deeper intent, to protect Lu Shu’s Ancestor!
Because it forced the fusion with the Third Law, it wouldn’t take long for it to die.
And sealing, precisely, could prolong the ti indefinitely.
Moreover, with both his senior brother and the Ancestor trapped in the Barrier of the Ten Fists Sword, who knows if they even want to co out.
If you put it this way, his senior brother made his decision at the crossroads of fate, and the answer was very direct and forceful.
I don’t care whether you are human or an Ancient God, I won’t let you endanger this world. But I won’t kill you either, since you have denied your past feelings, I require you to stay by my side and accompany .
Gu Jianlin remained silent for a long ti, suddenly feeling that soone had stuffed a letter into his pocket without him noticing.
Just as he was about to open the letter, a burning sensation flared up on his forehead.
All-encompassing illusions descended.
In a mysterious realm, Gu Jianlin seed to see an unparalleled woman seated high upon a throne, her index fingers and thumbs interlocked together, as if through that insignificant gap, she could glimpse the entire world!
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Deep Blue Biotechnology, in the top floor laboratory.
The pallid corpse resembled a marionette with its strings cut, standing there woodenly, motionless.
And his hands, seemingly just a hair’s breadth away from the two old thieves in the wheelchair.
After the Bai Ze Clan lost Lu Shu’s Ancestor, those vile pseudo ancestors created by the Third Law could no longer be controlled, all stopped moving like puppets, including the supre consciousness that was helpless.
After all, matter determines consciousness, even in the Extraordinary World this holds true.
Your body can’t even move, what use is your strong consciousness?
"Still made it just in ti, huh."
Jiang Yanli revealed a mysterious smile and said faintly, "It scared
to death."
"Heh."
Huai Yin said lightly, "Who’s not scared."
They were both seated in wheelchairs, without any extra movents, yet the entire laboratory began to tremble, glassware quivering wildly, deep blue ripples spreading, a roaring sound like a tsunami echoed from the rcury Pool, and ancient stone tablets collapsed inch by inch, as if composing a grand symphony!
"Are you ready?"
"Of course."
The King of Qing and the Red King simultaneously plunged the reagents into their hearts, the void mist from the Third Law flowed into their bodies, Zhu Zhao and You Ying, the two Supre Laws, fused deep within their consciousness.
With a roar!
Their breathing suddenly changed rhythm, the brilliance of the Candle Light Law shot up to the sky, piercing the heavens.
Not only that, the roar of the monster rose in the silence, a massive black shadow erged from the ground!
Huai Yin’s fierce golden eyes were as divine as a god, his white hair gradually dyed a noble deep blue, a distinguished Qilin Horn grew from his head, and an eerie green jade mask materialized out of thin air, dignified as a king.
The wheelchair exploded into pieces, yet he hovered in mid-air, breathing in the universe, overlooking the world.
A Qilin glowing with golden brilliance roared in the depths of his eyes.
Jiang Yanli also raised eyes that seed to flow with molten lava, pale strands dyed shocking crimson, strange Dragon Horns erging from his head, a blood-colored mask proliferating like a demon.
He laughed wildly, as the glassware in the laboratory exploded, and the wheelchair shattered into bits!
His laughter was so resounding, akin to a dragon’s roar!
"It’s been a full two hundred years."
Amid the terrifying roars, echoed the hoarse laughter of brothers.
"Let’s go for a stroll in the Magic City."
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