Chapter Eight Hundred and Forty Nine – Are You Willing? (1/2)
Chapter Eight Hundred and Forty Nine – Are You Willing?
A ball of black mist floated in Pu Yao’s left eye. There seemed to be tens of thousands of ghosts giving ear-splitting wails within the mist. Yet both Pu Yao and Wei were unaffected by the wailing.
The black mist flew and entered the stele.
The stele trembled violently. Threads of black mist emerged from under the stele and wrapped around Pu Yao and Wei. The stele slowly rose and revealed an ancient altar.
At this time, Wei who was dressed in armor raised the thick sword in his hand and swung down.
Boom!
Wei split the stele in two.
A ball of black mist slowly rose out of the bisected stele. The roiling mist seemed to show indistinct faces. In this moment, a strange field of power spread.
An ancient voice came out of the mist, as though it had existed forever, with indescribable age and power.
“To abide by my ceremony, to execute my desires, to swear my oath, will thou?”
“Will thou?”
“Will thou?”
The last two words were like thunder.
Yet Pu Yao and Wei seemed to ignore the voice with practice.
Wei lamented, “I don’t know when this boy will be able to get us out? I hadn’t thought that a guy as emotionless as you will sacrifice yourself to save others. Tsk tsk, never thought of it, never thought of it … …”
Pu Yao said coldly, “I have owed rent for too long, and still have to repay it.”
“That’s true,” Wei nodded and said. “This boy isn’t in a good state this time. In any case, it is just death. I feel that it is better to die in there. Not so painful, I always feared pain.”
“Don’t waste words, work,” Pu Yao said coldly.
“Alright!” Wei did not waste words and stood next to Pu Yao.
The two stood gravely next to the ball of mist, the sound of “Will thou” echoing in their eyes.
The two exchanged a look and said at the same time. “Willing!”
The sound of “will thou” suddenly stopped.
Two black lights suddenly flew out of the black mist and entered the body of the pair.
Wei’s damaged armor was suddenly restored. A set of armor appeared on Pu Yao’s body. The armor on Pu Yao’s body was slender and exquisite. Threads of flame appeared from the armor.
There were many red triangle glyphs on the duo’s armor. If it was someone knowledgeable about ancient ceremonies, they would recognize that these triangle glyphs appeared onsacrificial items.
Pu Yao and Wei had made themselves into sacrifices.
Great power field their bodies. Of all the sacrificial ceremonies, the power obtained from the one that used the person as the sacrifice was the strongest. The two both wore gravestone armor. Because the two were just souls, and did not have a body, once they sacrificed themselves, they would be imprisoned in the gravestone and forever stay there.
Unless someone of the greatest power could break through the gravestone to save them.
“Come!” Wei shouted. He raised the large sword in his hand.
“Come!” Pu Yao’s cold voice was like a blade. A black line of fire extended from his hand.
The black line of fire hit Wei’s raised sword.
The fire immediately adhered itself to the sword and in a flash, shrouded the sword.
Endless flame came from Pu Yao’s hand. When the last wisp of flame left Pu Yao’s hand, Pu Yao stumbled before he steadied himself. The armor he wore was dim and covered in cracks.
Pu Yao was fixed on Wei’s sword.
Wei’s armor gave off great light, the light flowing towards the sword in his hand.
Crack crack crack!
The sound of cracking started from Wei’s armor at his feet and spread upwards. Calf, knee, thigh, waist … … until it reached his wrists that held the sword.
The armor he wore was white and without any light.
Wei gave a great bellow, swinging that great sword flowing with light and fire to shove it into the ground!
Boom!
Zuo Mo’s sea of consciousness immediately split apart.
The sun shen glyph that had struggled to absorb the burning sun flow seemed to break free of its last restraints. It started to grow into Zuo Mo’s head.
The threads of sun shen glyph were like roots in soil. They reached into Zuo Mo’s head, and the swollen power caused them to rapidly change.
A golden seedling rapidly grew at a visible rate at the spot where Zuo Mo’s consciousness had been before.
The infant seedling that was growing was a vent for the burning sun flow, the slows rushing into the root system. It caused the burning sun flows that rampaged through Zuo Mo’s body to be sucked up by the shen glyph that covered his body and was transported into Zuo Mo’s mind.
A golden seedling quickly grew.
Under the seedling, a lone gravestone stood silently.
Zuo Mo felt the pressure around him quickly decrease. His mind immediately became clear.
An unknown amount of time later, he opened his eyes.
His body that had been about to erupt had finally calmed down. When Zuo Mo inspected his body, he was astounded. Almost half of the burning sun flows in his body had gone away.
When Zuo Mo saw the golden tree sprout, he was dumbstruck. Sun Tree, wasn’t this the sun tree?
What happened?
Where was his sea of consciousness?
Pu Yao and Wei?
Zuo Mo quickly found the gravestone under the Sun Tree. Two figures appeared on the flat and glossy gravestone, one covered in flames, one dressed in armor.
Zuo Mo was struck by lightning.
Pu Yao and Wei!
He was so familiar with those two people that even if they burnt into ash, he would recognize them. The two figures on the gravestone were not clear but Zuo Mo recognized it was Pu Yao and Wei at a glance.