769 World of Rising Floods Part 2 (1/2)
Thunder burst forth.
It was not the loud bang of a collision, but the rumbling roar of a fearsome ape.
The palace of heaven shook, and tide-like waves of impact spread out from beneath the palm. Wherever it passed, all the giant spirits trembled, collapsing into silver-gray dust.
Zhangsun Jigui took a few steps back, his expression ashen, traces of blood seeping out from his nose and mouth.
Then, the ground of the palace of heaven collapsed. Streams of lava gathered into torrents, spewing out from the cracks. The lava was like torrential rains, spilling down in all directions.
Showering in the rain of lava, the fearsome ape smiled grotesquely and moved forward. The heavens and the earth roared as if all the maliciousness and violence in the world had been condensed in the scarlet pair of eyes.
Mr. Hu's figure had been covered by the giant golden ape, which grew more and more concrete. At the moment, as the seal was broken, connected by the array, he had completely transformed into an unparalleled monster.
Numerous forlorn whines sounded out of nowhere, in the torrent of qi of yin, countless ghostly beasts danced to the crisp notes sounding from the biwa. Darkness coursed through the sky, converging together into a ray, revealing the contours of the figure that condensed from the endless hatred all the phantom beasts had felt before their deaths.
As the Yaksa merged with it, the fuzzy giant snake opened its eyes, causing the heavens and the earth to suddenly darken. When it closed its eyes, everything shone brightly. When it exhaled, it stirred up a suffocating Föhn wind, and when it inhaled, the wind evolved into boundless frost and ice.
As the projection of the Yaksa blended into it, the holy spirit of the head of House Liu family also settled into it. A look unique to those who had gone through the vicissitudes of life lit up in the eyes that only had a chilling coldness and madness in it initially, making it glow like moonlight.
It was... the Torch Dragon!
As soon as it appeared, the Torch Dragon controlled the torrents and advanced, fighting with the fearsome ape, buying Zhangsun Jigui precious time to catch his breath.
Then, jade drums emerged in the sky, and the head of one of the nine families of the dragon bloodline lifted the drum stick and played to the beats of the thunder and lightning of the Armageddon with all his might.
Countless rays of lightning, struck from the sky like knives and axes, on the golden hair of the fearsome ape, but could only leave a few scorch marks more often than not. However, it provoked the viciousness in the animal nature of the ape, causing the fearsome ape to fight even more bravely.
The expression of Zhangsun Jigui kept on changing, the look in his eyes dark. He did not expect that the three musicians joining forces at the moment could not even overpower a musician who was not even of Deva descent.
The longer they fought, the more alarmed he felt.
He couldn't figure out where the power was coming from…
The tide-like sounds of countless metals colliding together suddenly burst forth.
The heavens and the earth froze.
God knew how many ice crystals and pieces of iron collided together for such a shocking roar to be produced.
The Chun Jun sword was unsheathed.
A cold light emerged from the aged body, flitting across the battlefield. For the first time, an attack left a scar on the chest of the giant ape.
It was Yuan Changqing.
The old man stepped out of the army of soldiers and moved forward. He withdrew his hands from the wide armholes of his shirt, then poked his hands out from the neck hole, thus easily removing his robe and shirt which he found troublesome, letting them hang around his waist.
Beneath his white hair, muscles bulged, and sweat evaporated from his pores, turning into white fog.
As he lifted his hand, the Chun Jun sword turned into a stream of light and once again returned to his hand, sketching a faint outline in the gap between the bright and the dark.
”Although winning with numbers makes one a bad sport, when the opponent is the only masterpiece of the Tai Changqing in the past, the heir of his legacy who has surpassed him, our actions shouldn't be considered too exaggerated no matter how cautious we are.” The old man sighed softly and lifted his left hand to wipe his nose. ”It's a pity. No matter what, you can be considered a strong enemy, and I still want to have a good fight with you. So, please struggle with all your might...” He smiled slightly, his eyes filled with obvious murderous intent and crazy anticipation. ”It's alright even if we both end up dead.”
At the moment, the enraged catastrophe roared.
The huge body that was non-human, to begin with, expanded once more with its screams as it raised its head and howled to the sky. The intense heat of the scorching sun erupted once more, forcing everyone to retreat.
It bathed in a furnace that had such a high temperature that it was like the earth's core, screaming furiously, the outline of its figure changing. When the blazing light dissipated, the creature bathing in the Föhn wind had become a total monster.
At the moment, four heads had grown out of the body of the fearsome ape, looking in all directions. It waved its eight arms towards different directions, causing the ground to crack. Countless broken pieces of iron slumbering beneath the battlefield gathered together, melting in the flares of the hot sun, being recast into various shapes.
In a flash, in its hands, the ordinary pieces of iron which were huge and decaying gave off a new radiance. After the rust and stains faded, a brilliant, godly light radiated from them.
Among the weapons in its hands were a trident, a red umbrella, a tiger-shaped copper hammer, a magical bottle, a godly sword, and a fearsome knife...
Hanuman, the catastrophe!
It was the supreme patron saint that once resided in the Nalanda Temple of India, the immortal monster created by the third generation of Tung Wang Kung by referring to the Hecatoncheir when he was reincarnated in India as Buddha!
After being sealed in Mr. Hu's body for more than a decade, the fearsome ape was finally released to walk on the earth and sprinkle the seeds of complete destruction to all living creatures and those who had slandered Buddha!
For some reason unknown, despite the fact that his consciousness had obviously been eroded by the violent bestiality, Mr. Hu suddenly felt ridiculous, not knowing whether he should laugh or cry, as if he was in a trance-like state.
”Eh, I'm no longer a child of seven or eight years old, yet I'm still leaping around like a monkey...” Back when Mr. Hu was a teenager, someone stroked his messy hair, shaking his head and sighing. ”How about I nickname you 'little monkey' from now on?”
What my teacher said back then really came true.
In the 15 years after my teacher's death, I seem to have really become a monkey, yet I have felt no shame about it. Instead, I have been secretly feeling happy, being delighted because of how absurd I have become, completely forgetting about what my teacher once entrusted me with. ”After you all grow up, you will be my heirs and become the ones supporting the country, heroes far surpassing me...”
But I have neither supported the country nor become a hero.
Instead, in order to escape from the conflicts, I casually took up a job, then traveled far away to some place outside Aurora, once again embarking on a journey with no date of return.
It was like me 15 years ago.
It's just that I am already alone now.
”We're going to India.” In his trance-like state, he heard his teacher's voice ring out again.
How did I feel when I set foot on the journey to the West? My mind was full of the joy of setting off on a thousand-mile journey and the anticipation of achieving personal accomplishments, but I never expected in the slightest that, in the end, it would become a long journey of endless killing.
”Kill them all.” In his memory, his teacher stood in the pool of blood in the Nalanda Temple, looking at him calmly, then repeated himself again, ”All.”
”Alright, sir.” He stabbed down with the sword in his hand, and blood spurted out, a few drops landing on his face.
In the sound of the body falling to the ground, he closed his eyes, forgetting about who he was and where he was. After his mind was in a state of blankness, his body would loyally obey the command.
The deaths along the thousands of miles had paved a road of bones, of which I could see no end.
After getting used to seeing pair after pair of desperate eyes, I was no longer like myself.
No longer like the hero in my dreams either...
For the sake of some things which are considered right, or, like fifteen years ago, for the sake of ”truth.”
As long as it is for their sake, any sacrifice is worth it.
It's alright no matter who the one sacrificed is.
In the end, he returned alone from India to the capital, to the main hall again.
”Your Majesty, this is the future you want...” He knelt before the steps made of jade, closing his eyes in the ecstasy of the ruler, and opened the iron case, showing the emperor the burnt corpse. ”In this... thing that used to be my teacher.”