Chapter 517: Chapter 397: Deity
Upon seeing the golden figure that erged behind Jing Shiyu, a profound sense of crisis surged into the hearts of the many experts present.
Bao Shan imdiately let out a tiger’s roar, and his entire body’s muscles violently swelled and expanded. After a round of tumultuous blood and qi, he transford into a giant over three ters tall.
The cent beneath the giant’s feet shattered with a bang, and like an aircraft carrier smashing through layers of spiritual waves, his enormous palm, the size of a millstone, reached out fiercely towards Jing Shiyu.
An earth-shattering power erupted from his palm; a re grab had already whipped up a storm around the arena.
At the sa ti, Jing Shiyu, watching the gargantuan shadow hurtling toward her, remained unmoved. With a change in hand seals, the golden figure behind her burst forth with overwhelming pressure.
“Heaven’s Might.”
As the invisible pressure swept over everyone present, whether it was Jiu Ye, Leng Jian, Bao Shan, or Zhao Ping, they all felt as if their strength and willpower were greatly diminished under its influence.
The giant, who had just grown in size, let out a muffled groan. As his blood and qi dropped, he shrank by a good half.
“People’s Will.”
With the golden figure at its center, a wave of light abruptly exploded, sweeping swiftly across the entire battlefield.
Just as Zhao Ping was astonished by his own diminished strength, the next mont, with the wave of light passing over him, his mind buzzed as if instantly filled with the voices of countless people.
Those were the voices of countless believers who had been ceaselessly praying and paying homage to the divine over the years.
The zealous faith burrowed into the minds of everyone there, plunging their sea of consciousness into chaos and making it nearly impossible to control their own bodies.
At the sa mont, Jing Shiyu floated in front of Bao Shan.
The golden figure seized Bao Shan’s head in its grasp, and with a slight twist amidst his panicked gaze.
In that mont, Bao Shan felt as if countless palms from the void had seized him, tearing his flesh in all directions.
Bang!
A mass of flesh exploded before Jing Shiyu, splattering against an invisible barrier that enveloped her whole body.
With a sweep of her spiritual will, the exploded flesh was shaken off, scattering towards the ground to one side.
A pair of eyes, glittering with golden light—the Dharma Eyes—scanned over Jiu Ye and Leng Jian.
“Hmm?”
“You haven’t run away?”
…
Inside a surveillance cara in the sewer.
Several afterimages flickered and vanished in the air.
The murky torrent roared out like a dragon but was split in two by a streak of golden light the very next mont.
Then, amidst flashes of sword light, large chunks of the concrete ceiling continually collapsed, completely subrging the tunnel beneath the cara.
The cara flickered, moving to a street-side cara operating in night-vision mode.
Beneath the black-and-white screen, the entire road suddenly burst and shattered, as if a cloth ripped apart by brute force, scattering into pieces in an instant and revealing a deep pit below.
The lens shifted, adopting the aerial view from a drone, looking down at a region of the streets.
The ground undulated like waves, and with streaks of golden light bursting from the earth, building after building cracked and collapsed like a line of dominoes, while the rising dust clouds completely obscured the drone’s cara.
Through various caras in different positions and angles, Zhao Wanxi was closely monitoring the fierce battle happening in East Sea City.
“A god?”
“Indeed, you’ve grown ever more insane…”
Over the past few years, Zhao Wanxi had never ceased her surveillance of Jing Shiyu.
To her knowledge, the latter had been founding sects in the real world and Mirror World in many places—sects that centered around the worship of Lin Xing as their core doctrine and used this to consolidate faith, driving forward her second and third legacies.
In recent years, as Lin Xing’s influence had plumted, the sect’s power had not only stopped growing but had also been in constant decline.
But Zhao Wanxi still rembered in the first two years of the surge in spiritual awareness, relying on the image of Lin Xing on the moon, the sect’s expansion was booming. As the number of believers skyrocketed, it also crazily propelled Jing Shiyu’s realm and cultivation.
Although the sect’s followers called themselves the Star Worship Sect, they fondly worshipped toward the moon and were often called the Moon Worship Sect.
Zhao Wanxi kept analyzing the process by which Jing Shiyu, alone, had just suppressed the three powerhouses of the Divine Hidden Camp and thought: “Jing Shiyu has almost reached the limits of what the third legacy’s Holy Daughter could achieve.”
“Just as I suspected, her disappearance and concealnt were for secretly attempting to break through to the fourth legacy.”
“But her early exit from retreat shows she hasn’t completed that breakthrough.”
Recalling the planning of today’s battle with her opponent, Zhao Wanxi sighed to herself: “Jing Shiyu’s actions are obviously for her senior brother’s cultivation, forsaking her own chance at this breakthrough.”
Although she also felt it a pity for Jing Shiyu to give up the chance for a breakthrough this ti, Zhao Wanxi still supported her decision in the course of action.
“Even if Jing Shiyu breaks through, she’ll just be another Immortal Emperor, and it’s not certain she would succeed.”
“Moreover, given her idea… she might just turn all the people in the real world into believers of the Star Worship Sect, which wouldn’t be much better than the whims of other Immortal Emperors.”
“Only senior brother’s breakthrough possibly holds so hope… to bring the world toward a different future.”
Just then, Zhao Wanxi suddenly focused her attention in another direction.
“A large amount of electric energy is gathering in the northern part of East Sea City.”
“Is that guy coming?”
…
A sonic boom echoed.
With a flash, Leng Jian had arrived on the rooftop of a building.
Now, he looked disheveled, his body sared with dirt, dust, and sewage, and in his eyes was a trace of lingering fear.
His mind still held the images of Jing Shiyu eradicating Bao Shan.
Even at this mont, I still felt a sense of disbelief.
“Jing Shiyu clearly shares the sa third lineage as us, so why is the gap in combat power so imnse?”
Rembering the various abilities she demonstrated in battle, Leng Jian felt a chill run down his spine.
“That thing called the Heavenly Might is too troubleso. Does the Heavenly Will Sect still have such a power in reserve?”
“The closer we get to that Evil Woman, the more our strength is diminished.”
“And that ability to control belief, the closer we get, the more affected we beco. If we were to rush to her side, we’d probably be like Bao Shan, helplessly at her rcy.”
Recalling the way Bao Shan was torn to pieces, Leng Jian had no inclination to engage Jing Shiyu in close combat.
Just then, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky.
Leng Jian abruptly raised his head, looking at the rolling thunderclouds with a look of both shock and fear on his face, “The president’s co? No wonder Jing Shiyu retreated…”
At that mont, he was both relieved that the president had descended onto the battlefield, aning he no longer had to worry about Jing Shiyu’s threat,
yet also feared the president’s punishnt.
But Leng Jian knew that trying to escape was futile in the presence of the president. Gritting his teeth, he hurried toward the location where the thunder had struck.
However, midway through his journey, he thought better of it, drew his sword and sliced open a nearby half-collapsed mall, finding a few pieces of clothing to change into.
“Failure to capture that Evil Woman is annoying enough to the president.”
“If he sees in such a disheveled state, it’ll likely count even more against in the president’s eyes.”
After a glance in the mirror at his restored image of power, Leng Jian shot out with a whoosh, creating waves of air as he hurtled toward the distance.
He blasted off in this way until,
Bang!
With a loud crash, Leng Jian landed at the edge of a deep crater.
At the sa ti, a figure was already standing at the edge of the pit, looking down into the depth in silence.
Seeing the figure’s back, Leng Jian quickly knelt down on the ground.
“President…”
The president said indifferently, “Why can’t I sense Bao Shan’s presence?”
Leng Jian swallowed hard, nervously saying, “Bao Shan was arrogant and underestimated the enemy, and was killed by Jing Shiyu in an unguarded mont…”
While Leng Jian was replying, a graceful figure glided over—it was Jiu Ye, who had also participated in the recent battle.
Leng Jian looked down at her and saw that Jiu Ye was pale, bloodless, and her right sleeve fluttered emptily in the wind—she had lost an arm.
The president looked at Jiu Ye’s empty sleeve and said coldly, “Four against one and you end up like this; are you all useless, or is Jing Shiyu that formidable?”
After a glance at the two who imdiately knelt to apologize, the president said casually, “You’ll deal with the consequences after you return.”
Then he turned around, looking at the massive crater and smiled faintly, “After all, the show has just begun.”
He reached up, pointing a finger at the sky, and from his fingertip a bolt of lightning cleaved through the air, instantly creating a network of electricity amidst the roiling black clouds, spreading like countless Thunder Dragons in all directions.
Gazing at the scattering Thunder Dragons, the president said softly, “Flee?”
“Can you escape?”
…
On the rooftop of a skyscraper,
Zhao Ping groggily opened his eyes and saw Jing Shiyu ditating nearby. He imdiately ca to his senses.
“Miss Jing, thank you for saving .”
Jing Shiyu opened her eyes; the golden light within flashed and vanished as she looked at him and asked, “Do you believe in Lin Xing?”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ping was slightly stunned and then shook his head, saying, “Well… I have no religious beliefs.”
Jing Shiyu frowned slightly, then looked up at the moon in the sky and declared dominantly, “Then from today, you do.”
Zhao Ping was about to say he had no such intention when he suddenly felt a pressure around him, and a golden palm was already placed on the top of his head.
Obviously, Jing Shiyu wasn’t about to give him a choice and made her move without hesitation.
The next mont, countless fanatical thoughts began to flood Zhao Ping’s mind, forcing him to subconsciously look up at the full moon in the sky.
anwhile, Zhao Wanxi’s voice ca from Zhao Ping’s phone, “Are you brainwashing him?”
Jing Shiyu said casually, “This is the Heavenly Will Sect Holy Daughter’s legacy of Divine Will Induction. It’s not brainwashing, just bringing him closer to the divine, giving him a better understanding of the divine, temporarily worshiping the divine.”
“In this way, it can also help him better unleash his potential and contribute more to the crafting of the Immortal Artifact.”
At that mont, streaks of lightning flashed across the sky. Jing Shiyu asked, “Has it begun?”
Zhao Wanxi said, “If you’re going to fight, head south where there are fewer people.”
Jing Shiyu snorted coldly, acting in accordance with her character; the optimal solution would be to drag Xia Country into the water to confront the president together.
To her, if by doing so she could more effectively deal with the enemy, then sacrificing hundreds of thousands or even millions of people was of no consequence.
“Lin Xing never liked it when I did this, did he?”
“I respect Lin Xing’s choices, so I won’t recklessly sacrifice the people of East Sea City.”
“I also respect your choice, Zhao Wanxi, after all, to you, Lin Xing’s breakthrough is far more important than mine, isn’t it?”
While talking, she turned to look at the direction of the phone, “So Xiao Zhao, I also hope you and Lin Xing will respect my choices.”
“This next battle is of my own will, my legacy, and my love for Lin Xing—all of my thoughts are driving to act this way.”
“So, don’t do anything outside the plan that might hinder the execution of my will.”
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