Chapter 662 – Autumn Slaying (1/2)
Chapter 662 – Autumn Slaying
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
By the stream near Xining Village's old temple, the starry sky was obscured. All was dark and quiet.
The Tianhai Divine Empress's soul stood between heaven and earth, the occasionally appearing star like a speckle on her clothes.
She looked down upon the monk by the stream, her expression indifferent as if she was gazing at an ant.
The stream bank was very quiet, as was the mist-shrouded solitary mountain. At this moment, it was close to a deathly stillness.
On the still surface of the stream were blazing pieces of blood lotus. On the monk's body, there were also many pieces of blood lotus. His monk robes were tattered, his flesh was cracked, and Sacred Light burst out like a flower.
An indescribably divine might descended from the heavens and crushed the Sacred Light exuding from the monk's body like the light of a firefly.
The dimmer the Sacred Light became, the more serene the monk's expression was.
Heavily wounded by the Tianhai Divine Empress's soul, his body was covered in blood, his face covered in blood, yet his two serene eyes were devoid of emotion, other than pity.
Just who was he pitying? This world that he had not returned to in so long or his clansmen still on that distant other continent?
No, at this time, he was looking at the Tianhai Divine Empress, so the pity in his eyes was for her.
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In Luoyang, Daoist Ji was also looking at the Tianhai Divine Empress.
Mist flitted about the darkness, seeming both like a fairyland and the kingdom of the dead, but there was no sign of her body.
Her supreme Daoist technique was in the mist, flying through the air in the form of a Phoenix.
The misty Phoenix's claws had fallen on his Daoist sword, its beak pecking at his face like a thunderbolt.
His face was covered in countless lines, each line a law of the world.
As the beak fell, a sound carrying fear resounded high up in the sky.
The clear light dissipated, the Daoist technique was shattered, and the lines on his face bent like wrinkles or old wood. Blood appeared from nowhere and splashed into the darkness.
Daoist Ji gazed at the misty Phoenix with no emotion on his face. No wariness, no pity, only calm.
This sort of extreme calm was very frightening because it was like he was looking at a corpse.
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The southern part of the capital outside the Mausoleum of Books was still a vast stretch of water. Trash and stone rubble floated atop the filthy water, as well as many corpses.
The Pope stood in the water, letting the filth submerge his knees and soak his Divine Robe. His face was pale as if transparent, and his wrinkles made him seem particularly sorrowful.
He held the Green Leaf, his gaze looking through the lotus sea surrounding the mausoleum and ultimately falling on the figure standing at the peak.
The vast sea of stars in the Pope's eyes quickly dimmed from the shock and then became even more sorrowful.
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By the stream outside Xining Village's old temple, the starlight suddenly somewhat brightened. The stream waters also brightened and then began to flow.
The tree branches by the stream also began to sway in the wind. The blood lotuses on the monk's body fell to the stream and continued to burn, gradually transforming to ash.
All that was still began to move from the moment the stars brightened.
There was still not much sound in the world. The uncountable number of beings living around the solitary mountain were all bowing on the ground, shuddering, not even daring to look towards the stream, so they naturally did not know why the starlight had brightened.
The reason the starlight had brightened was that the figure that had extended from heaven to earth had become cracked, thus revealing a few stars.
This crack was very large, enough to hold a few mountains. Looking up from the ground, it was as if a great hole had been torn through the night sky.
The radiance of the stars seeped out of this hole, looking just like blood.
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