679 Don’t Eat Pies That You Are Not Supposed To (2/2)

In the meantime, he would first rely on the strengthening of the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth to transform the piece of land into his own territory.

Sensing the music theory of Jiu Xiao Huan Pei and the Heaven Ladder, in the middle of the fight, the dragon-shaped gleam of the sword cast Ye Qingxuan a brief look.

”Ye Lanzhou? No... Ye Lanzhou is already dead... You are the young fella fooling around in Anglo? I've heard Yuan Jing mention you before.” The hoarse voice rang in Ye Qingxuan's ears. ”As a fellow possessor of Deva blood, do hurry and come over to give me a hand. House Yuan would reward you greatly afterward.”

”I'm of no help, no help at all.” Ye Qingxuan waved his hand with a regretful expression. ”How can I go over and cause you trouble when you are dealing with such an important matter? Hey, poke his eyes! That's right! Exactly, I knew it, that brat of Asgard was definitely no match for you!” ”

”Young fella, you are so tactless!” The head of House Yuan snorted coldly. ”Surely you aren't expecting to profit from our fight? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you first?”

”I am afraid, of course, I'm afraid!” Riding the golden dragon, he retreated a few hundred meters, a mocking look on his face. ”But I'm even more afraid that the dark musicians have buried something in the Ultimate. A word of advice, senior, dare you eat the pie that has fallen from the sky [2] without checking??”

Bang! The sound of something cracking rang out from the depths of the Ultimate.

In the mausoleum in the depths of the ground, the sumptuous feast was coming to an end. The last speck of ashes stuck at the fingertip was put into the mouth. The strange figure draped in grayish-white hemp licked at his fingers and turned back. In the dim candlelight, all the broken sarcophagi in the messy mausoleum were empty.

No remains were left.

Only the broken crowns were piled up in one place, like a ridiculous hill.

The nobles who controlled everything during their lifetime and still set the rules for the world after their deaths all ended up in the belly of the ghoul-like monster.

Wind blew from the darkness, extinguishing the fire. Darkness swept, swallowing the figure up.

In the pure darkness, a trace of breathing finally sounded.

As if after swallowing death, one gained life.

The sound of bones scraping against each other rang out, a weak heartbeat gradually recovered. Nothing could be seen, but one could hear the fine echoes of flesh growing plumper amid the trickle of blood.

In the end, what opened in the darkness was a pair of dark eyes with white flames burning within.

…

And right in the middle of the Ultimate, the broken hall collapsed with a rumble, revealing the towering altar below.

The altar was covered in blood, and the spices burned in the fire turned into blue smoke. The smoke slowly rose, hovering, refusing to leave, and lingered between the seven complex seals. Some of the seals had been broken and opened, but others were still intact. Some were unresponsive, but others flickered along with the flames as if they were breathing.

A short dwarf stood on the altar, holding a copper plate high with both hands.

The withered head on the copper plate slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the extinguished fire above the altar.

”I want you to come.” He opened his mouth and made the call with his lips and teeth. The harsh voice echoed between the heavens and the earth, the rumble reaching tens of thousands of miles, and the voice reverberated through the depths of everyone's heart.

Then, the earth rumbled and cracked. In the deep mausoleum, the figure draped in grayish-white hemp slowly walked out. The face was no longer withered, nor was it ugly. Instead, his eyes were brimming with vigor, burning like pale flames, majestic and cold.

After swallowing the various king of the first generation, on his long, grizzled hair, a crown made of bones had appeared without anyone realizing. He rode a white horse and walked out of the darkness, holding an iron bow in his hand. Beside the saddle was a quiver of bronze arrows.

The hooves tapped on the earth, but it seemed as if they were pressing on everyone's heart, making everyone experience breathing difficulties.

”Go conquer everything.” The withered head told the knight in white, ”Go forth from victory to victory!” As a result, the white knight slowly raised his head. The flame-like eyes looked up at the sky, and the empty gaze fell on the figures in the air, suddenly giving everyone goosebumps. Then he drew the iron bow and nocked the copper arrow, slowly pulling the bowstring back.

The iron bow that seemed to be made of beast tendons was drawn, but it made a harsh sound like that of metals colliding. The copper arrow scraped against the iron bow, igniting hot sparks.

”What the heck is that thing!” Ye Qingxuan's hairs suddenly stood on end. He urged the huge golden dragon and galloped backward. Layers of Firebird and the shadow of the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth descended, covering him like an ocean.

Then, the arrow was aimed at the sky, and the sound of tens of millions of people roaring burst forth.

The heavens and the earth were pierced through.

[1] A dance in ancient China. The name literally translates as Joy in the Dragon Pool. The music was composed by Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang dynasty. He was inspired by a water spring gushing out of his residence and forming a large pool of water.

[2] The author is referring to a Chinese saying that literally translates as ”the pie that has fallen from the sky”. It is the equivalent of ”free lunch” in the saying ”there's no such thing as a free lunch”.