Chapter 299 (1/2)

Chapter 299: New Urn, Old Urn, and Bone ashes

A vigorous power, a brilliantly strong force, fell from the Firmament and entered the body of the Great Divine Priest of Light. Anyone with a small and fragile body would have been smashed into pieces, or beaten to a pulp, by that power.

But this situation was not strange to the Great Divine Priest of Light. Many years ago, he had a similar experience and was thus inspired by Haotian. He knew he would be bestowed with the most precious gift by Haotian as long as he could show himself to Haotian wholeheartedly, and hence took advantage of this holy power.

The Great Divine Priest of Light peacefully watched all those in the cliff with his clear and deep eyes, as if he had seen each line of Jing Fu cutting through s.p.a.ce. The Divine light around his fingers had changed into a fleece of white light, which, with its pure glory, sent out an extremely frightening aura.

Rays of pure Divine light spread out from between his fingers. Some were pouring downwards to protect his body like an umbrella, while others were thrust into the s.p.a.ce that had been cut into pieces like rays of suns.h.i.+ne.

The light penetrated into the broken s.p.a.ces, which then became bright. The terrible aura hidden in those Divine rays of light sustained the marginal lines of the broken s.p.a.ces and prevented them from breaking.

Master Yan Se used his strong talisman which was beyond the Five States to cut the s.p.a.ce into fragments.

The Great Divine Priest of Light used his heaven-inspired power to forcibly maintain a complete s.p.a.ce.

Countless fragments of s.p.a.ce, like tens of thousands of tiny mirrors, reflected the air, the snow, the flowers, the gra.s.s and trees on the cliff. Although they were just broken pictures after being cut, they still existed.

The lines of Jing Fu that had cut the s.p.a.ce were slightly shaking. If those lines broke, the power of light would break through the confinement and return to the real world. If those lines continued to cut those fragments of s.p.a.ce into smaller pieces, the s.p.a.ce would continue breaking. No matter how bright the aura was inside, it would finally become dim.

Which one was more powerful? The talisman borrowed from the aura of heaven and nature, or the power of Divine light borrowed from Haotian?

Talisman Taoism was the principle that people learnt from heaven and earth by themselves, and the most deep-seated law of the world that one could master. Light was the reward or perhaps the punishment that Haotian gave to this world. Which of the two would defeat the other?

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the cliff, including the cliff itself had been cut apart, which, supported by the Divine light of Haotian, didn't totally disappear. Only a tree survived and it was not confined by those mirrors.

It was an upright white poplar, with a little girl squatting under it.

The little girl held an old urn with her left hand, and a new urn with her right one.

Between the Divine light and the talisman she somewhat trembled, like a small gra.s.s trembling in the chilly wind.

A flake of snow softly landed on her shoulder.

She picked the snowflake, feeling it melting between her fingers. Her willow-like eyes became brighter and brighter when she looked at their fight, yet her pupils became darker and darker, as if they could penetrate the light.

The fight between a Divine Talisman Master beyond the Five States and a Great Divine Priest of Light at a Heaven-inspired state was actually invisible. However, both the old man and Master Yan Se blocked the white poplar and the little girl from their s.p.a.ce mentally. Therefore, she was just a bystander.

So the fight, totally incomprehensible to the secular world, was something understandable in Sangsang's dark eyes, which was extremely beautiful and extremely ugly at the same time.

The mighty aura, the Divine light, the fearless heaven and earth, and the powerful talisman, they all hurt each other, relied on each other and struggled against each other. The s.p.a.ce confined the light, and the light broke through the s.p.a.ce. Finally the light was condensed as the stars in the dark sky, as the flaring fire in the Wilderness, and as the reflection of spring in dewdrops.

Then it all vanished in Sangsang's eyes, as if it never existed. What was left was only absolute darkness and silence; more silent than the deepest night and darker than the darkest cloud. It was like the pupils of Yama.

An ordinary little girl might have fainted from shock and bewilderment, but Sangsang didn't. She didn't know what had happened, nor did she understand it. But she still kept her eyes wide open to see all that she could see. She silently watched and waited. She strived to see what she could see and remember what she could remember, for she knew Ning Que would definitely wonder what had happened here today.

Suddenly an extremely tiny glimpse of light appeared in the absolute darkness, and abruptly numerous rays of light spurted out from it, which penetrated the whole s.p.a.ce in an instant. It was like the birth of a new world.

Or like a thousand beautiful fireworks in the night sky.

Looking at the beautiful fireworks, Sangsang rubbed her eyes muddleheadedly. When she opened her eyes again, she found that everything had disappeared, and the cliff was restored to its original state.

The rainbow inhibition covering the anonymous peak was gone.

Snowflakes fell again.

On the edge of the cliff stood two old men, both looking up at the sky.

At last they became real old men, coughing when the cold wind pa.s.sed between the cliffs.

Master Yan Se raised his arm to wipe his snot with the sleeves of his Taoist robe. He looked at the sky, murmuring, ”I see.”

The right sleeve of the Great Divine Priest of Light's cotton-padded jacket had been reduced to nothing, so he inserted his right arm into his left sleeve to keep warm. Then he crouched down like an old peasant and squinted towards the sky.