798 Killed by the Mortal Part One (1/2)
While screaming sharply, the Abbey Dean made his way to Ning Que, leaving bloody footprints on the streets behind.
Yu Lian hacked and broke the rainbow bridge, and Eldest Brother dragged him by his foot so he couldn't get away from Chang'an City. He had no other choice but to take the strike of the cutlass Ning Que borrowed from thousands of spirits.
He was as miserable as a criminal executed by a body-dismembering death. Blood coated him but his bones were revealed and looked scary. However, he still believed that he could take that strike.
He was flying and floating like an immortal, only this was a white boned one.
One of his fingers pointed at the edge of the cutlass.
He looked solemn, like a sovereign from the Kingdom of God strutting in the mortal world.
Then, the aura around him suddenly turned sharp.
A breath of aura flowed from his fingertip to the edge of the cutlass, colder than the abyss and lonelier than death. Shorter than a breath, the edge of the cutlass had been frosted.
What a formidable aura of Quietus!
The Vermilion Bird chirped with fury, and breathed out endless flames to resist the Quietus aura.
The tip of the cutlass was colder than ice, giving out a bloodcurdling Quietus aura; however, its hilt held in Ning Que's right hand was sending burning flames.
The two opposite auras clashed on the unadorned cutlass. The confrontation was so risky that nobody knew if the cutlass would be destroyed by the frost or if it would burn out all the Quietus in the mortal world.
At the moment, something suddenly clanged in the whirlwind brought out by the cutlass. It sounded like metal clanging, then it grew noisier and noisier.
The cutlass wind blew over the street and hummed in the streets and alleys, rolling up countless things including pots thrown on the streets, broken gongs, flutes, and some other instruments.
Rocks hit on the gongs, and iron pots were thrown onto the wall. The wind blew the flute like moaning. In the dim wind, the orchestration was bustling, as if some family on the street were having a wedding ceremony or a funeral.
As the clanging started, the snow and frost coating the cutlass tip melted fast. The Vermilion Bird on the cutlass breathed out fire, together with the edge of the sword, heading right at the Abbey Dean.
The Quietus had been conquered by the bustling of the mortal world.
The iron cutlass brought with it a crazy wind, turning the Vermilion Avenue into the storming sea in the east of the Kingdom of Song.
The Abbey Dean's aura of Quietus had been conquered. His dark robe fluttered in the storm.
The Abbey Dean rose in the air suddenly and looked as if he had grown many times bigger.
An aura as vast as the ocean appeared on the snowy street.
Again, the Abbey Dean used the Boundless State of the Buddhism Sect.
The pain he suffered made it clear to him that the Boundless State was far from enough to resist the cutlass in Ning Que's hand because it was also thousands of cutlasses strong.
So he used the Divine Demon Realm which was the top-secret skill from the Devil's Doctrine. Yu Lian and the Abbey Dean were the only two people in the world who could use it. The skill reinforced the cultivator's body to be tougher than iron. Moreover, it would create a new world, yet a fake one.
What would happen when the Boundless of the Buddhism Sect and the Divine Demon Realm of the Devil's Doctrine were harnessed at the same time?
Ning Que arrived at the shore of the East Sea, standing at the seawall which stretched endlessly.
The seawall of the East Sea in the Kingdom of Song was well-known. He looked at the huge variform rocks under his feet, and looked at the boundless ocean outside the seawall, silent.
Storms came from the remote sea and stirred the nearby seawater like ink, giving out a chilling aura. The far off sea water rolled up giant waves measuring ten stories high.
Ning Que didn't wield the cutlass to cut down the enormous waves.
Beucase the Abbey Dean was not the storm, the storm was brought out by its iron cutlass.
The Abbey Dean was the ocean which would never be destroyed no matter how intense the storm was.
The screeching of the Vermilion Bird resounded in the dim sky.
The little red bird was carrying a small stone with its mouth. It flew against the storm and into the ocean depths, in spite of the violent storm and rain.
It became a black spot in the sky.
It threw the small stone in its mouth into the sea.
The stone was swallowed instantly when falling into the rampaging ocean, without producing any noticeable spray.
But the Vermilion Bird was not disappointed at all. It chirped and flapped to the shore to pick up another stone, then it flew against the storm and into the depths of the sea.
It shuttled between the dim sky and the rampaging ocean, again and again.
There was a mountain behind the sea wall which now had collapsed by more than half.
People at the foot of the hill were hammering the hard stone into small pieces so that the Vermilion Bird could carry them with its beak.
There were countless people hammering stone there.
Many of them came from Tile Mountain. For years they had carved the broken pieces of the collapsed Buddha figure into smaller figures and sold them to the tourists to earn money. That was the thing they were good at.
That was the thing that human beings were good at.
Human beings were good at excavating mountains and smashing all the hardness in the world.
The low hammering sound kept ringing behind the sea wall for days and nights. People were exhausted but they insisted, and the Vermilion Bird kept flying between the land and the sea.
The Vermilion Bird had thrown countless small stones into the sea.
They were filling up the sea.
The sea was boundless, but if they kept throwing stones in it, they believed that someday the sea would be filled up.
The Boundless would be conquered by the limitless of the morta world.
The Abbey Dean turned into a deserted wild land.
Rain had been pouring for half a year and it was said that the rain was Haotian's punishment. Whoever disrespected Haotian would die in the horrible catastrophe.
To avoid the flood, one had to escape from the Wilderness covered by knee-high grass and muddy marshes everywhere. The Wilderness might look safe but it was full of hidden risks and even the most brutal beasts wouldn't dare to go there carelessly.
Being here alone at the border of the Wilderness, the first person hesitated because there were no roads on the Wilderness and he didn't know the correct way to walk on the Wilderness.
More and more people gathered in the Wilderness. They wanted to negotiate the vast land, reaching a new world, but just like the first one who had arrived here, they didn't know where the road was.
They discussed for a long time and even quarrelled over it, yet still no one had any ideas about it.
”Please let me through.”
A young man squeezed out of the crowd and walked into the Wilderness.
His luggage was simple, and what really worked for him might be the slightly rusty chopper in his hand. What made others be concerned was the skinny little girl he carried on his back.