Chapter 653 – Journeying Back and Forth Across Ten Thousand Li Requires Only a Breath (2/2)
He raised his head up to the night sky.
The night sky which was usually covered in uncountable stars was now utterly devoid of them, leaving only an infinite darkness.
At the edge of the night sky, he could faintly make out strands of clouds moving at high speeds. Only there could one see a hint of silver light.
Those dark clouds incessantly tore at each other, wove into each other, and congregated with each other, forming a clearer and clearer picture in the darkness at their center.
It was an absolutely enormous black dragon that crossed the entire night sky like a mountain range.
The edges of this black dragon glowed with a silver light, giving off a frigid sensation.
Daoist Ji stood on the plain, gazing at the dragon formed from the night, his expression grave.
Finally, the Tianhai Divine Empress had confirmed his position.
He could even clearly sense Tianhai's soul returning from tens of thousands of li away, the Tianhai at the summit of the Mausoleum of Books also drawing back her gaze.
If her gaze ultimately fell on this place, if her soul returned to her body, if she came here, he would be forced to engage in direct battle with her.
Even if she could be said to be at her weakest state in two centuries, he still did not want to engage in direct combat with her.
Twenty years ago, he had already received enough of a lesson.
A stream of clear light flowed out from the depths of his Daoist robe.
This stream of clear light was extremely masterly and divine. It was simply impossible to describe it with the words of mortals.
His Daoist robe began to faintly tremble, the openings of his sleeves trembling the most.
With a rip, the sleeves of his Daoist robe tore open, ten-odd extremely thin threads pulled out by some invisible force.
In the night sky, the black dragon that was clearly formed from some Daoist technique was suddenly scored with ten-odd tears, clear light exuding from it.
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The soul had returned from far away.
The Tianhai Divine Empress's Phoenix eyes grew even brighter.
She drew back her distant gaze, yet she did not turn to Luoyang, but to her feet.
An extremely clear and bright Phoenix cry suddenly burst over the Mausoleum of Books, resounding in the night sky!
This Phoenix cry was so tyrannical that nothing in the world dared to make a noise!
The Tianhai Divine Empress disappeared from Chen Changsheng's eyes.
Two black lights, like mist or smoke, appeared on the white Divine Path.
The edge of the black light cut at space, giving off an extremely shrill sound.
These were the two wings of the Phoenix.
The Tianhai Divine Empress finally appeared before the world, revealing her most powerful side.
There was nothing that could be faster than her, whether it was sound, sight, or thought.
She did not go to Luoyang, but instead proceeded like a bolt of black lightning down to the stone plain at the base of the Divine Path.
Gloomy black Phoenix wings fanned out a gale, yet seemed to deepen the darkness.
From the pitch-black darkness extended a pure white, sparkling and translucent finger.
This finger calmly and inexorably pushed aside all snow and stars and water, jabbing towards the Daoist nun's forehead.
In such a sudden fashion, this finger appeared before the Daoist nun's eyes.
Wuqiong Bi's eyes surged with alarm. Her usually beautiful face was twisted with shock and fear.
She fearfully shrieked, her clothes flapping up, stirring up ripple after ripple from the ground as she swiftly backed away.
At the same time, the horsetail whisk in her hands madly danced for all its worth, scattering down wave after wave of deathly stillness.
But how could she possibly escape this finger?
This finger was very steady, very calm. There seemed to be no flames on this finger, yet it seemed to carry the world's hottest temperature, the true flames of the Phoenix.
With a hiss, those waves of deathly stillness were instantly vaporized into steam and then swiftly dispersed.
The ripples on the ground instantly evaporated and then ignited. With almost mystical speed, the heat spread to Wuqiong Bi's feet. With a boom, the bottom of her Daoist robe was set aflame!
The finger continued forward, calm and steady, yet it was also incomparably majestic, as though even if there were a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers in front of it, one would still find it impossible to escape.
Wuqiong Bi stared at the approaching finger, her face an ashen gray of absolute despair.
There was a light clap.
A little red flower appeared in front of Wuqiong Bi's forehead.
This red flower was very soft and tender, its petals faintly shaking in the wind, very brightly-colored. There were even a few dewdrops on the petals and it was somewhat moist.
The finger touched the flower and the petals shook. The dew was visibly evaporating, yet it was clearly doing so at a much slower rate than the waves.
The true flames of the Heavenly Phoenix could melt all things.
The petals gradually grew soft, then dry, then particularly weary.
Ultimately, with a puff, the flower vanished in the breeze.
The finger also vanished, going off to some unknown place.
Wuqiong Bi turned to another place and screamed, ”Quickly escape!”
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