Chapter 810 (1/2)
At this moment, the intertwined turbulences had been pacified into complete silence. The peaceful tide began to edd together with the extinguished white light.
The thousands of monsters paused their actions involuntarily.
They had witnessed a similar scene tens of millions of years ago.
The man had once levitated above the Sea of Blood in the h.e.l.l of Six Dao as he overlooked the rough and turbulent black water and asked if anyone was willing to follow him to Tian Dao.
Just like now, the enchanted flowers blossomed along the road.
Ever since then, the Eight Deserts had been wiped out while the sacrilegious Sea of Blood had been removed from the h.e.l.l. He became the ruler of the monsters.
Tian Dao had become a fad of the time before it eventually turned into the leader of the Six Dao.
The man was the only one who was capable to make this happen.
The emperor, who was born amidst chaos, yet possessed infinite miraculous power, was the only one who could orchestra this!
However, the emperor had certainly fallen from heaven. How did he actually possess the divine consciousness?
The old man stared at Baili Jia Jue while his brown eyes slowly widened, as though he was witnessing an inconceivable event. For the first time, his always tired and lifeless eyes nearly popped out of his head.
With his pinkish lips slightly parted, he meant to voice his opinion before he realized that the words had died at his dry throat.
No!
This is impossible!
This is surely an illusion created by the devil!
A man who has fallen from heaven will never be able to regain his consciousness!
The old man regained his composure before he stared at Baili Jia Jue coldly, “You might be him, but I know that all of these are nothing but a bravado. Do you think you can scare me with this?”
The old man squinted as he spoke. While the air on his palm gradually solidified, the surroundings began to shake vigorously and turn the entire place into chaos.
Speedily, he charged toward Baili Jia Jue with an inimitable move. In a fraction of a second, his hand was only a few centimeters away from Baili Jia Jue’s temple.
He was confident that his punch could shatter Baili Jia Jue’s head.
Much to his surprise, he heard a loud thump.
It was the sound of the rocks cracking open.
He was clueless, not knowing how he was flung away. Only when he hit the ground, he was overwhelmed by pain and agony.
The pitch-black petal rose into the air before it descended again in slow motion as though someone had cast a spell over it.
Indeed, he applied his divine consciousness.
He had definitely used his divine consciousness that was not supposed to exist!
The old man gently lifted his brown eyes. Coupled by shallow and weak breathe, he asked in a feeble tone, “That’s impossible. You’ve fallen from heaven. It’s impossible for you to have a divine psyche!”
“Ha…” His solid and fruity laugh swamped the whole place like the golden sands. The sand steadily flew underneath his feet, making him look exceptionally aloof yet graceful.
“For me, nothing is impossible. It only happens because I refused to return to Tian Dao.” Baili Jia Jue looked at the old man of Tian Dao from above as he wore a sardonic half smile on his face. He replied the old man with a thought-provoking answer.
Although he was covered in blood, his aura remained unyielding. From the side, extreme wickedness was painted across his chiseled yet pale face. In spite of his pallid complexion, his crystal clear skin was glowing.
“Have you never lost your divine…” The old man’s eyebrows rose in shock. Before he could finish his words, he was covered by the flooded black feathers before it eventually penetrated both his hands and throat.
Fresh blood permeated the barren plain and moistened the earth.
Baili Jia Jue advanced in a nonchalant manner as the thousands of demons made way for him, making a rather magnificent scene.
The monsters in the palace dared not move an inch. They stood stock-still, afraid that the man would kill them with his bare hands. The monsters s.h.i.+vered as they called out, “Emperor.”