Chapter 257 19. The Will of the World (4.2k)
Boundary Mountain, Ancient Nancheng, Yang Mansion.
At night, the evening breeze brings the fragrance of flowers to this mahogany loft, and occasionally one or two scattered peach blossom petals fall on the window sill.
The girl is sleeping soundly.
But she frowned and there were beads of sweat on her forehead, as if she was having a nightmare.
Deep in the dream, she was walking in darkness, and deep voices sounded from all directions. It seemed that the whole ears and even the whole soul were filled with this magnificent bell-like sound.
But she wasn't afraid.
This isn't the first time.
The "Master" gave her the key, allowing her to finally overcome the obstacles of dreams and face the Sleeper. It was like pushing open the door, cleaning the dust off the mirror, and letting everything appear before her eyes.
"After this, you don't need to come again." The voice said.
"Why?"
"It was that guy who asked you to come here, the immortal with the sword." The other party said a name that had never been mentioned before.
"I don't know the Immortal, I only know a Master. He gave me this key so that I can meet you at this moment. I need to help the Master complete this matter so that you can return successfully. "The girl replied.
"Return successfully?" The voice smiled.
"I never left, why would I come back?" The darkness dissipated instantly, and an unprecedented dazzling light shone into the girl's eyes, lighting up her face. It was a burning dusk, isolated from the eternal black night. And under this burning cloud is a huge creature that is higher than thousands of mountains.
The body is green-grey, like a cow, and the huge head has no eyes, but has two giant inverted horns. It walks slowly and can cross the mountains by extending its hooves at will. At this time, the girl finally saw the eyes of this behemoth clearly. These bright and deep pupils were located under its body, not on its head. The moment they looked at each other, it was like staring at a huge and strange human face.
"He fulfilled his promise." The green-gray beast raised its head.
"Promise?"
The girl noticed it staring at the sky.
His eyes seemed to be staring at something across the endless universe of stars.
"Yes, a promise. He promised me that when I wake up, I will see all my enemies!" In an instant, Yang Lianyue smelled the smell of blood. Chilling, vast, overwhelming!
"So, wait patiently." The giant gray shadow lowered its head, the dull voice disappeared, and then the light also disappeared. The darkness enveloped her again, and the girl was lost in the darkness. Finally, she suddenly stood up from the bed and gasped for breath.
She stared blankly ahead, her vision unfocused.
At this moment, the last remaining sounds of the dream kept ringing in her mind.
Just wait patiently, he will reappear in the world!
What was left with this motto was a name, the name of an ancestor. From the time after Yang Lianyue climbed to a certain peak in the Boundary Mountains and sensed its existence, she finally learned about that sacred and ancient name.
"My name is... Wanshi Shen Gong!"
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"The weather has changed." The old fisherman put away his fishing net and dragged the cleaned net back home.
Under the night, the waves surged.
Several species of fish he was familiar with had disappeared in recent days, bringing in some larger fish they had never seen before. These fish often live in the extreme depths of the ocean and are unlikely to appear in the range they fish. Some fishermen are very happy. After all, this kind of rare and rare fish can be sold at a good price, which can attract wealthy people to take out their wallets. But the old fishermen, like the old man, were quite uneasy.
They have walked with this ocean for decades and spent their entire lives. The old man knew that something had changed the ocean currents. The unprecedented changes may cause less wind and waves on the shore than the storm ten days ago, but the changes in the depths of the ocean currents will bring very terrible dangers here.
It is no longer as simple as storms and waves flooding the shore as everyone understands. The storm only made this land uninhabitable for a short period of time, but the current changes have never happened, and the drastic changes in the ecological environment will be affected for an extremely long time in the future. They don't even know how long this situation will last.
The old man put away the fishing net and carefully checked the loopholes in the fishing net.
It is not easy to catch big fish these days. Those big fish are quite strong and have some weird and sharp teeth. There are several holes in the fishing net.
He frowned, not looking happy about the harvest, and the old man was very uneasy.
Logically speaking, they cannot catch such big fish. Even if the old man has never doubted his skill, he has to admit that those big fish are so powerful that they are more like monsters than fish. Can mortals catch monsters? The answer is obvious.
He laid out the fishing net and was about to turn around. Suddenly, he felt a coolness on his ankles...the coolness of the water!
Lowering his head, the seawater covered the place where he stood at the moment, and was still rushing forward.
"High tide?" The old man realized something was wrong.
This is not a rising tide.
He suddenly turned around and looked up. At the end of the sea and sky, a pale full moon was soaked in the water. The half-moon reflected in the water on the horizon formed a complete arc with the half in the sky. He squinted and it seemed that he could see even the chain-shaped mountains! Weird...so weird! Is this the moon? The moment he stared at the moon, he actually felt like he was being seen by something.
The dogs raised in the village were barking and roaring, and the old man heard the chickens and ducks in his chicken coop flapping their wings crazily!
"Old man, you are crazy!" The boy's roar woke the old man up. Only then did he realize that at some point, he had been close to the sea! Taking a step forward, you will leave the land and step into the sea.
The boy dragged the old man back to the shore.
The sea water was rolling, and the sea water collided with each other, making a thunderous noise. But in such an environment, the old man looked around the village. The village was still silent, and everyone except them was sleeping soundly.
"What's going on with this sea?" the boy asked in a trembling voice. He grabbed the old man and ran to the shore. When he turned around, he saw hundreds of meters of waves rolling up on the sea! The entire sky was swallowed up by the waves. Under the reflection of the pale full moon, he saw... a huge corpse in the waves!
Not a human corpse, but some kind of huge, pale humanoid monster!
But with such a huge wave, there was no movement on the shore except for the water that covered the ankles. Those waves collided with each other and finally returned to the surface of the sea. They also washed those corpses into the depths of the sea, making them no longer visible to the world.
"Did you hear it?" The old man suddenly grabbed the boy and said, "Did you hear it? The sea is...crying!"
Looking at the old man who grabbed his arm, his eyes widened, and his face was hideous, the boy shuddered hard.
The sea is crying? What does it mean that the sea is crying? Moreover, he felt that the old man had become a stranger. In the past, he was full of vitality. Even though he was so old, he could not hide the aura of sea sunshine in him. What is this called now? Like an old madman! For some reason, the boy was furious. He felt that something had replaced the soul of the old guy he respected.
"Fuck, are you, old man, or are you, old man?" The boy grabbed the old man's collar.
"The sea... no... the whole world is crying..." the old man still muttered aimlessly and kept repeating.
"You!" The boy was about to shake the old man's body, but a voice came from behind, saying the same sentence.
"The world is crying..."
The boy was stunned and turned his head. It was a woman. She walked staggeringly behind the boy and stared at him with her dull eyes.
"This world is crying..." Another figure walked out of the darkness and said.
"The world is crying..." "The world is crying..."
In the dead village, one, two, three... until all the figures woke up from their sleep and walked out of the door mechanically. They looked at the sea and repeated the same words as the old man.
High up, on a high cliff beaten by wind and waves, a man sat on the high cliff, looking down at the crazy sea and crazy people like star eyes.
He exhaled softly and reached out.
A dark golden stone tablet was suspended in his palm, with fine seal characters constantly flowing on its surface.
"Too close to that kind of thing." The man shook his head and held the dark gold stone tablet, which trembled slightly.
"Buzz!" In the village, the boy covered his ears. The roar in his ears almost shattered his consciousness!
But suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked around. The people gathered around him fell to the ground. The tide was gone, and the village was out of sight. His arm sank, and the old man also fell down and fell into a deep sleep.
"Where is this?" The boy kept turning around, trying to identify where this place was.
At this time, a figure appeared in the distance. It was the official uniform of the Dajing Dynasty. The Dajing Dynasty was inland, and it was unknown how far away from the sea they lived.
They arrived... Da Jing?
In front, officials walked out with a very respectful attitude, followed by officers and soldiers. They helped people on the ground and held torches high. While the boy was stunned, the official bowed to the boy.
No, not to worship him.
The boy turned around, and behind him was a dark golden stone pillar standing a hundred meters high.
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In the depths of the crazy sea, the waves are soaring!
The golden statue holding a divine sword sat cross-legged on the clouds, its face without features staring at the pale figures at the tip of the wave.
"All things will come to an end, and at this moment, we are blessed with the divine!" A man in a white robe raised his arms and shouted.
At this moment, the entire Miluo Mountain was cut into two halves. Pale waves thousands of meters high flowed through the cut gaps and poured into the hollow in the center of Miluo Mountain.
The corpses of the Milomen fell into the sea, and when they reappeared, they were already pale.
The sea surface that was filled with influx in the depths of Miluo was shaking, as if there was some giant creature breathing deep in the sea.
Li Xi'an sat in the palm of Taihang Baxing, and the strong wind blew up his long robe, making him look like a sea of dark clouds. Behind him is the magnificent statue of the God of Heaven standing with a sword. He lowered his eyes and stared coldly at Lord Milo with his golden eyes.
Milo at this time is no longer complete.
Miluo Mountain was split into two halves with his Xi Sword, countless palaces and palaces collapsed, and his disciples died. The sea water poured into the gaps in the sacred mountain, roaring, and changes occurred. The Lord Milo did not live on the top of the mountain. He was held up by the pale waves, like a puppet on a high tower.
Li Xi'an looked at the "dead" Lord Milo and said nothing.
Under that sword, the man died. Those that still exist today are mostly monsters wearing this skin.
The same is true for these disciples.
Even if someone is still alive and not dead, they will be surrounded by the resurrected pale figures, killed and assimilated. This was the case for the old man in white robes with a declining aura. His head was twisted off by his disciples, and he was reborn under the lift of his disciples. His body was swallowed by the sea water, and when he stood up, he turned into a giant statue.
useless.
A sword cut off his head and soul, and his body fell and was washed away by the sea.
Li Xi'an's eyes were always on the Lord Milo, and some amazing will was revived in this body. Perhaps just as he roared in response to the sword light, the world finally cast its eyes on him. In the eyes of this world, he and Zhu are both outsiders. If they want to seize Milo and seize the foundation of this world, they will attract such things.
The only thing that surprised Li Xi'an was the manifestation of the power of this world.
Pale, eerie, ominous.
It has the same origin as the filth of Kyushu.
But in the eyes of the Milomen people, this is a sacred power given by the world. Facing such a majestic existence, they are unable to understand, resist, and maintain themselves. In their eyes, these are the costs of contacting the origin of the world.
So does this man.
He sacrificed himself to the world.
Not only him, but also Miluo. Now Miluo Mountain, the ancient Taoism that has stood in this world since ancient times has been turned into an extremely bloody altar. The blood and life of the disciples are used to call out the power from the depths of the world. Want to rely on this A substance killed Li Xi'an.
The waves formed towers and swept away countless corpses. Every one of their faces was among them, and all living beings had various expressions.
The body of Lord Mila is at the highest point.
The tower touched the sky, and the Lord Milo was lifted to the same height as the golden statue. The entire Miluo Mountain was turned into nutrients to supply the body of that thing.
Finally, He raised his head, raised the corners of his pale mouth, and smiled at Li Xi'an.
That's...the smile of seeing delicious food.
But the next moment, Li Xi'an's words solidified the smile on his face.
"Do you know why I allowed you to come?"
Li Xi'an stood up, two ferocious arms stretched out from the void behind him, and a river of silver moon slowly flowed between the eight towers of Taihang, "A will of the world that is about to enter the tomb, thousands of years ago I avoided your Destruction, now, where do you have the confidence to regard me as prey?”
The Lord of Miluo stared at Li Xi'an with wide eyes. He kept looking at him, as if he wanted to rub Li Xi'an's whole body into his eyes.
He said hoarsely: "Are you him? Are you actually him? Impossible! You are much weaker than him, you can't be him! Say, outsider, who are you!"
Li Xi'an didn't answer, he just said: "This world...it's time for a new life."
"I gave you the opportunity to reshape the Dharma, but you want me to die?" the pale figure growled.
"If it were really you, I'm afraid you would have come to my door when I entered this world. Are you still waiting for me to cast the statue? There is the dragon vein of Kyushu here. If you swallow it, you will naturally be affected by it, or even be affected by it. .”
Li Xi'an stretched out his hand and kneaded the hand covered with fine red scales.
Xuanyi danced wildly in the high-altitude wind, but he still stood upright, like a sword piercing the sky.
The moonlit river manifested an ancient rune and forged a long bow.
The statue of the god carries a full moon on its back, draws its bow, and strings the bow into a full moon.
"Die," he said.
(End of chapter)