769 World of Rising Floods Part 2 (2/2)
Thus, after a sacrifice had been made, the dynasty could continue.
Creation has been undertaken in the wrong way.
A ruler of unparalleled wisdom descended.
In contrast, the deaths of tens of thousands of innocents, the sacrifices of my teacher and juniors, and the pain that has been following me for my whole life; the price paid is simply too insignificant that it isn't even worth mentioning.
Since then, he had never thought of becoming a hero.
He had already known himself clearly for who he was.
In the shrill howl, the iron gleam of the sword whistled as it broke through the air. The gleam was as clear as a mirror, but also as deft as a bird, lingering in the air, like a long silver ray.
The sharp sound of metals colliding burst forth.
The trident broke inch by inch, falling from Hanuman's hand, turning into iron filings that fluttered in the wind. The gleam of the sword circled his neck, chopping off a head. Blood spewed out, falling on Yuan Changqing's white hair. Despite having personally chopped off a head of the catastrophe, Yuan Changqing had no joy on his face; instead, his expression was dark.
”It's upsetting, really upsetting!” He flicked the blood of the catastrophe from the ridge of the Chun Jun sword and demanded in an irritated tone, ”Hey! What the heck are you doing? I am full of anticipation for our fight, but you got distracted?”
In the heavy rain of the Armageddon, claps of thunder disguised the long silence. After a long time, only did the head of the catastrophe slowly lift.
”My apologies,” said the head. ”I suddenly remembered some memories of the past.”
Yuan Changqing squinted his eyes. ”It's alright. When one grows old, one will become demented. When one washes one's hair, one will accidentally urinate if one isn't paying attention. You have to get used to it.” The bare-chested, burly old man strolled forward, and although his tone was calm, his gaze became colder and colder. ”So, rest assured, I will help you become focused.”
At the moment, several heads of their respective households were stunned at the same time. Initially, their music theories were all in harmony and connected, and every one of them was in resonance. When Yuan Changqing stepped forward, the resonance was cut off.
A piercing glow emerged from Yuan Changqing's scepter.
It need not deliberately rid itself of the ties with the rest. Just by surging in power in a flash, its momentum made it seem like a solitary peak rising into the sky, piercing through the wind and the snow, the flowers, and the moon. It showed no reluctance to part with the deliberate harmony they maintained, and it lost the power and help obtained from the resonance.
However, Yuan Changqing's strength was not by any means weakened in the slightest. Instead, the horrifying aura became more and more fierce and violent. It broke through the worries of the mortal realm and spilled an unparalleled light down onto the world.
At that moment, at Yuan Changqing's waist, the scabbard that accompanied him for more than 60 years cracked.
It could no longer accommodate the peerless blade.
Innumerable sword movements rose from him, colliding and scraping against each other, producing hot sparks out of thin air. Finally, they gathered on the Chun Jun sword.
At the moment, its own outline appeared on the incorporeal body of the sword. The color of iron emerged from the empty sheath at the same time.
It no longer seemed to be as secretive and mysterious as it was in the past.
It looked just like ordinary iron.
However, Zhangsun Jigui suddenly felt his teeth aching.
That madman is intending to go all out!
For a guy like Yuan Changqing, the so-called ”joining forces” did not exist right from the beginning, because once he got serious about it, everything other than the Chun Jun sword, where the spirits of the swordsmen of each generation of House Yuan resided, would be burdened, himself included, not to mention so-called companions and teammates.
Anyone daring to get in his way, even if it was his eldest grandson, Yuan He, would be pierced through by his sword.
At the moment, an endless gleam of iron emerged from thin air with Yuan Changqing's action.
On the Yujing Mountain thousands of miles away, countless blades that were nailed into the stone whined sonorously. Responding to Yuan Changqing's call, they cast themselves towards where the Chun Jun sword was.
In a flash, countless swords arrived mightily, the iron gleaming, opening up a tunnel of vacuum in the sky above. Fiery tracks were left by the burning metals, which then descended from the sky.
A turbid torrent of iron swept across the battlefield.
Floodwater surged to the sky.
No one had ever challenged a catastrophe head-on so arrogantly before, as if he intended to strike through the monster in front of him together with the city that had never fallen behind it.
But at the moment, everyone who had witnessed the strike of the sword couldn't help but start doubting. Could the monster and the city withstand the strike that had reached the peak of perfection?
Would Heaven's Gate shrouded by the shadow of the Great Wall and the fearsome ape which was the embodiment of the catastrophe be swallowed up by the turbid torrent in the sky?
At the moment, the monster that was recalling his past finally raised his head.
He faced his enemy straightforwardly, hiding nothing.
The streaks of blood all faded from his eyes, returning to the quiet color of black it had been in the past. They were human eyes, and as compared to the scariness and grotesqueness of the catastrophe, they were so insignificant that they were not worth mentioning.
But as the pair of eyes looked down, the fearsome ape roared and bellowed, directly facing the power that the countless swords of souls from Yujing Mountain had gathered into, and struck!
His eight arms clenched the weapons, and it was as if he had held on tightly to the axis of the heavens and the earth, making the universe rotate in his hands, propelling the stars to orbit and everything to operate.
The blades of the knives and the swords sketched their trajectories in midair, which were connected to each other.
They made a perfect circle.
It was like the waterwheel of the heavens and the earth, the wheel of all things. It was solemn and cold, in control of everything. It pushed away the forces of life and death, light and darkness, day and night, with the torrent of swords in front of it, and rotated.
Numerous elements collided in the rotation, scraping against each other like steel. Sparks flew, and a harsh rumble sounded.
As a result, the torrent shook violently, the turbid waves surged. The stream of iron scraped against the wheel, and flares ruptured one after another, stinging everyone's eyes.
Then, when the torrent dissipated, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes.
The ape had withstood the blow?! It managed to directly withstand the impact from the torrent of qi of swords that all the power of House Yuan had converged into!
As the weapons shattered inch by inch under the impact of the torrent, the fearsome ape bathed in blood howled at the sky.
And behind him, the city gates were completely undamaged!
All the force had been by personally intercepted and endured by the catastrophe, by Mr. Hu. Not even the slightest bit was leaked, nor did it set off any terrifying afterwinds that had been expected.
It was as if the ape had opened his mouth and swallowed the deadly torrent into his belly.
Therefore, its body was broken and bloody.
The blood spewed out of the wounds like lava, rising into the sky, spilling down a burning brilliance.
On the face that had been struck through by the sword, the pair of black eyes was still composed and resolute.
Animal nature no longer shrouded it.
Instead, it was replaced by a decisive look truly belonging to a human being.