Chapter 536: Purgatory (1/2)
Holding two sword-shaped World Treasures, Wang Ling stood against the four Deities with shaky control of his qi. Far from his usual masterful maneuver and smooth transitions to meridians. He was a bottomless source of power, the only thing that separates him from Bai Xue was the degree of control to use said power.
Bai Xue had all of the millennia before Wang Ling's return to control the All-Mother's Qi, and Wang Ling now stands before the Deities attempting to reel in the Chaos—
Crackle—
The crackling of lightning echoed; the room now covered with Wang Ling's killing intent. The crimson turned dark, and the azure lightning wrapped around Wang Ling's arms and then both the swords. His earlier jumpy nature is now nowhere to be seen.
He no longer smiled, but he's much more confident now facing the four Deities in their Primeval Forms. His unique eyes reflected several paths… Wang Ling ignored them knowing they would change the moment the fight begins.
The billowing smoke was pierced through by the roars and the claws of the White Tiger. Frost revolved around its claws. It headed over to Wang Ling as a distraction as the other three Deities prepared themselves.
The claw warped space, a fold formed, and at the tip of the Tiger's claw was a drop of frost's true essence. A minuscule reality in its claws, a tiny speck from the great universe, space itself froze in its presence.
Primeval Wind — White Claw
Primeval Wind, the Cosmic Qi, the Supreme Spirit Qi, the purple qi of the eastern breeze, its name varies from every world. The start of the flames, the wailing cries of the cosmos that bring forth the freezing of reality.
At the tip of the Tiger's Claws it appeared, Wang Ling freezing space, folding it to its desire and so, with its wails it appeared before Wang Ling—not a split second, not a quarter or shorter, but instantaneous… flawless.
'It… bypassed the distance by folding space?'
Wang Ling's eyes contracted, a white path appeared before him, the path for his sword to take. The Mountain's Heart followed the path, and the body of the blade blocked the tip of the claw before a centimeter away from Wang Ling.
The Mountain's Heart glowed a beautiful gold, it wailed in pain as it protected itself from the Tiger's Claws. But the frost took over the blade to its base, it showed cracks right before Wang Ling could raise the earth into striking the claw upwards.
BOOM!
The claw was sent back and Wang Ling flying backward. His body was buried on the walls, and as he raised his head, he saw the Vermillion Bird opening its wings, encompassing the entirety of the cavern.
Its feather blazing with vermillion flames, its light illuminated the darkness of the cavern and its flames incinerated the weapons on the ground. Useless, Wang Ling's preparation became, the majority of the flames, remained unused yet destroyed beyond repair.
Primeval Flames — Vermillion Rain
Fwu!
The Vermillion Bird flapped its mighty and magnificent wings, embers fluttered across the wind, and transformed to a volley of feathers crafted from flames. The Primeval Flames, incinerated the wind, and further its strength, devouring everything in its path growing with every power it destroyed.
The speck Primeval Flames of Chaos, the flames used to craft worlds.
Wang Ling called upon Razor's Vine. From the cracks of the walls came about layer upon layer of roots and wrapped Wang Ling. The Flames obviously devoured the roots as fuel!
Wang Ling knew this but just before the Primeval Flames could break through the final layer of his so-called protection, he pulled out black and white flames from within to counter the Vermillion Hell's approach!
The Vermillion Flame devoured the Black and White Flames of Heaven and Hell, it roared with the screeches of the Vermillion Bird, but even when his body was scorched by the flames of the beginning, Wang Ling clawed at it and controlled its very existence.
Its flames may harm him, but… he can control it to his linking!
Swoosh!