Chapter 1116: Chapter 519: Sword Approaches! (Part 2)
Vermilion Bird Venerate glanced at him: "Realizing that much ans you’re not a turkey."
Huai Yin chuckled: "I’ll take that as a complint."
"Of course it’s a complint."
The Vermilion Bird Venerate gently crushed the snowball in his hand, speaking indifferently: "If it weren’t for your interference, I wouldn’t be so restrained, leading to the loss of the Colorless Jade."
This ancient Supre had appeared in the real world four tis.
The first ti was on the Haizhang Expressway in Peak City.
The second was on Penglai Fairy Island on the first floor of the Qilin Immortal Palace.
The third was on the Stairway to Immortality on the first floor of the Qilin Immortal Palace, ambushing the President.
As for the fourth ti, it was in the Divine Ruins on the second floor of the Qilin Immortal Palace, attempting to seize the Colorless Jade.
"You’ve appeared so many tis, with only one purpose."
Huai Yin mocked: "But you still couldn’t kill my student."
A subtle, inexplicable smile appeared on the Vermilion Bird Venerate’s lips, seemingly self-deprecating: "Perhaps this is the greatest sorrow of our clan. We can glimpse the course of destiny but can never control it."
This indirectly acknowledged his purpose.
The Vermilion Bird Venerate’s target had always been singular.
Gu Jianlin.
"Even though we as brothers are opposing forces, we can resonate on certain matters."
Huai Yin sighed: "Including our Master."
On that storm-shrouded expressway, Gu Jianlin should have been killed directly by the Vermilion Bird Clan.
But due to Huai Yin’s presence, the Vermilion Bird Clan had to retreat.
Later, Jiang Yanli’s appearance also provided a form of potential protection for the boy.
The Vermilion Bird Clan had to bypass both Qing and Chi if they wanted to act.
Even the alliance of Qing and Chi was not secure enough, which is why Taihua appeared.
As for why the Order lineage went to such lengths to protect him, it’s the sa reason the Vermilion Bird Clan set traps over and over to kill him—I don’t understand your purpose, but I have to oppose it.
"Oh, Venerate."
Huai Yin asked with a teasing smile: "Why are you so afraid of my student?"
The Vermilion Bird Venerate did not answer this question, responding indifferently: "Does delaying ti have any aning?"
Huai Yin raised his eyebrows.
"After you masters are dead, who will protect him?"
As the Vermilion Bird Venerate raised his eyes, the wind and snow suddenly beca violent.
Now the Vermilion Bird descended in its strongest form, of course, intending to sweep away all obstacles.
The King of Qing was destined to die, and the Red King was also dood.
Once Qing and Chi perished, the human world would be utterly annihilated.
"There’s really no one left."
Huai Yin’s smile deepened, inscrutably: "However, are you so sure of having ?"
The Vermilion Bird Venerate rested his chin on his hand, lightly flicking off the snow, his voice puzzled: "If it’s because my sister fighting you out of boredom made you misjudge the power of the Supre, then let
apologize on her behalf."
Evidently, this Ancient Supre could not comprehend the confidence of the old man before him.
"It seems that you’ve learned so humor in the human world."
Huai Yin suddenly stopped smiling, his expression turning blank: "But I’m not joking. If you really could glimpse the past and the future, you’d know I had a chance to escape."
He enunciated each word firmly: "But I didn’t."
The Vermilion Bird Venerate fell silent for a mont, his gaze seed to turn serious.
"Before our Master died, she left behind a mystery. Everyone knew you were the one who ambushed her, yet why did she choose to hide it from everyone? It took
a long ti to figure it out. And it was at that mont I decided, I must kill you here... betting everything I have." Huai Yin raised a finger.
The vast sky darkened, shrouded the barren snowy plains as if in eternal night, akin to the Netherworld.
Dark Realm Curtain!
This is the power of the Ninth-order Taiyi God.
A black Ghost Fire ignited on the old man’s forehead, his pupils suddenly becoming as deep as an abyss. Weird flas engulfed his flesh, standing firm in the endless blizzard like a ghost, like a God.
The bizarre phenonon of self-combustion stemd from another power.
Spirit and I are one.
This is the power of the Eighth Rank Eastern Emperor.
Finally, the wailing cries of billions of souls spread out like purgatory, terrifying array patterns expanded across the snow, the tornted undead moved like a Night Parade of Hundred Demons, crawling amidst magma-like Dark Energy.
This is the power of the Seventh Rank East Lord.
An azure Qilin was vaguely visible in the darkness, its roar reaching to the heavens.
Primordial Return·Sacrificial Heavenly God True Form!
This was the might of the strongest Divine in all ages; the snowy plains fell into a silence of polar night.
Even the Vermilion Bird Venerate was trapped in endless Dark Energy, his Vermilion Bird mask shrouded in black. Faced with such overwhelming pressure, he comnted indifferently: "Very good, but alas..."
Snap.
A crisp snap of fingers.
Clusters of vermilion flas ignited in the darkness, scorching the eternal night world with holes.
An indistinct rumbling sound arose.
It was a weather-beaten snow vehicle. The woman in the driver’s seat removed her sunglasses, her srizing face twisting violently as if a terrifying creature was roaring to break free. Her delicate skin collapsed like molten steel, revealing a grotesque skeleton and eerie wings.
It scread skyward, its body seemingly nurturing a blazing Yang Fla!
Huai Yin gazed at the terrifying creature, seemingly slling the scent of sunlight burning.
That scent was all too familiar to him.
Fifty years ago, in the Fusang Divine Palace, he had witnessed that resplendent God with his own eyes.
The Vermilion Bird Clan, Phoenix Ancestor.
Footsteps sounded in the Vermilion Fire, soone was breaking through the snowstorm.
A man whose entire being flowed with flas, his mountaineer’s attire had turned to ashes in the heat, distinctly bare yet almost transparent, with a crimson sun wheel at his back, upon which perched a three-legged Golden Crow!
The Vermilion Bird Clan, Golden Crow Ancestor.
The pilgrim youth strode forward in a tattered monk’s robe, leaving burning footprints behind. The flas ignited the wilderness as a single-legged ancient crane bathed in fire spread its wings, stirring a solar storm.
The Vermilion Bird Clan, Bi Fang Ancestor.
The dark world shone as if daylight, with cloaked ancient corpses erging from deathly tombs, reborn in flas. Their faces were perfect as jade yet grotesque as monsters.
In the eternal night, they drank and sang in the fire, nurous as sand in the sea.
"You’ve grown old, Qing."
The Vermilion Bird Venerate looked down, his gaze regretful: "Why bother so."
The darkness before him seed inconsequential, and the imnse Dark Energy could be incinerated at will.
If He so desired.
Seeing the Vermilion Bird Clan’s flas growing brighter, almost consuming the darkness.
Huai Yin sighed, shaking his head: "Venerate, you should know who I’m collaborating with, right?"
The Vermilion Bird Venerate’s gaze shifted ever so slightly.
"The person who understands you best in this world is your brother."
Huai Yin hovered in the air, surveying the monstrous silhouettes rising from every side, the scorching flas turning the darkness as if into a molten lava hell, illuminating His back like a god or a ghost: "For the past year, the world’s archaeological teams have all been puzzled by one question... Where did the Qilin Clan in the Qilin Immortal Palace go?"
The Vermilion Bird Venerate’s hand resting on the Divine Seat’s armrest halted, as if foreseeing sothing.
"Although I lack the ability to command the Qilin Clan, I happen to have an excellent student. By my calculations, that child should have figured everything out by now, right?" Huai Yin’s eyes blazed with unpredictable Ghost Fire.
He stretched forth his fla-covered right hand, lifting it high into the sky.
"—Co!"
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Qilin Immortal Palace, the third layer, deep within the solitary tomb.
Gu Jianlin stood at the entrance of the pyramid-like tomb, overlooking the barren, silent world, with endless coffins reflected in his eyes. They were suspended by chains forged of gold, as if sealed for millennia.
He felt the trembling of the Qilin Wedge, temporarily relinquishing absolute control.
"Go."
Boom!
The Qilin Immortal Palace trembled violently, the pitch-black Qilin Wedge piercing through the void, swiftly vanishing!
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