Chapter 175

Red candles flickered in the gauze-draped bedchamber, and faint sounds of laughter could be heard in the distance.

A beautiful, innocent atmosphere, tinged with a hazy charm, made one want to lose oneself within it.

However, the [Truth]'s pupils suddenly constricted, staring intently at the enemy before him. Seeing the youth in wedding attire, a storm raged within his heart. Those brows and eyes were undoubtedly those of Yuanshi Tianzun.

Wait, this was just a general from the Outer Seas Daughter Kingdom of the Age of Gods.

Why was there a karmic connection with Yuanshi Tianzun?

Why would he transform into Yuanshi Tianzun's appearance?

Thoughts churned in [Truth]'s mind.

Almost instantly, he realized another critical problem. A chill ran down his spine. This was Yuanshi Tianzun.

The master of cause and effect.

One proof is eternal proof, one gain is eternally gained!

This meant that even the illusions within [Truth]'s power, even with the power of himself at the same level to block, might not be enough to stop him! After all, they were concepts of power at the same level. His own power was enough to shield cause and effect to a considerable extent, but since the opponent was also at the same level, he could naturally try to break through the blockade.

He couldn't completely seal it!

Nor could he appear immediately!

This was the balance of power.

Almost the moment he realized this, [Truth] no longer hesitated. He revealed himself in this possibility, and with a flick of his right hand, the long spear in his palm pierced through, tearing the void, directly targeting the brow of the youth in wedding attire. The youth, who should have been instantly killed by this strike, a combination of reality and illusion, actually blocked the attack.

He raised his right hand and grasped the spear shaft just below the spearhead.

However, the expression on his face was still blank and helpless, as if he couldn't believe his own actions and behavior at all.

Then, that bewildered emotion began to quickly subside.

Even though his features hadn't changed in the slightest, he inexplicably exuded a sharp and fierce aura. His deep-set eyes were like an abyss, and his temperament was calm and steady. [Truth]'s expression remained unchanged as he manipulated this illusory world, blocking Yuanshi Tianzun's karmic intrusion. At the same time, he poured all his strength into shaking the weapon in his palm, its sharp edge screaming, slowly tearing, wanting to kill this anchor point between illusion and reality with one spear strike while Yuanshi Tianzun was locating it.

In his heart, he cursed, "Damn karmic power."

Cause and effect, heavenly secrets, fate—in terms of sensitivity to anchor points, they were simply at a rogue level.

Once you were touched by cause and effect, some intertwined destinies would immediately be connected by these three.

Damn karmic power, not good at killing.

Golden threads of cause and effect and profound mysteries of truth emerged in the void, constantly intertwining, constructing the rules and order of this world. Just then, this [possibility] world trembled violently, and then began to directly [blank out].

The source was Kuailin, who should have been here.

She covered her forehead, her expression pained. She was wearing a red wedding dress, but it didn't resemble ordinary women's attire. It was a long-sleeved, wide-robed garment with a red jade belt, and her headband was also red with gold thread embroidered on it. Her strength was not weak, but she couldn't see [Truth], the main figure in this world, nor could she notice the collision of cause and effect, reality, and illusion.

Her eyes were just fixed on the youth in red before her.

Looking at her expectations from her youth, looking at the joy from her youth.

And that dream that should have been unattainable.

Under this construction based on cognition, under the most bizarre and unpredictable interference beneath the ten peak powers, she had subconsciously reached out her hand, but stopped midway. She retracted her right hand and covered her forehead with her left. A wisp of Wei Yuan's divine sense and the impact of truth made her feel the disappearance of her anchor point of existence.

Sighing softly, he looked at Kuailin, who was covering her forehead in pain.

The latter withdrew her hand as if shocked by electricity.

Covering her forehead, she staggered backward.

Tears streamed down her face.

"...No, no."

Kuailin's voice was hoarse, "I don't belong here. My country and my people are still suffering."

"I shouldn't be here."

She covered her forehead, watching the wedding ceremony that was only one step away, tears seeming to fall from her eyes, but her movements didn't hesitate in the slightest. A low sob escaped her throat, and the power of the Taowu moved with it, causing the surroundings to erupt violently, forcibly and briefly repelling the interference of truth. She stretched out her right hand, and calluses appeared on her fair, slender hand in this illusion, making it powerful.

That was the gift of drawing a bow to hunt prey every year, every century, protecting the common people.

It was the feedback from standing before the nation time and time again.

The murmurs and cheers reached her ears, brilliant welcomes.

Listen.

"I am not Kuailin."

Pulling on the wedding dress, she tugged it open, revealing cold, gleaming armor beneath the wedding robe.

With reddened pupils, she reached out, and the hissing weapon responded to its master's call.

Behind her, the Taowu phantom roared and rose, the Earth's Four Extremes, after being corrupted into the Four Fiends, with the Western Extreme Taowu erupting with its initial fierceness, roaring and raging.

The woman's voice was hoarse and arrogant, stern and disdainful.

"The Daughter Kingdom's Great General Protector, descendant of Kua'e, the successor who carries away mountains for the sake of the human race."

"This is who I am."

"At the time of the wedding, I was unwilling to leave, I abandoned that destiny."

"You!"

"Strange god, are you humiliating me?!"

A brief moment of clarity.

Stepping forward, she thrust her spear.

The great power of Kua'e's clan, passed down through generations, which surpassed their ancestor's ability to shoulder the Taihang Mountains, erupted completely!

Traces of blue Qi surged, and [Truth] was shocked to see the exhausted Great General Protector rise up. The Taowu's power, representing one of the Earth's Four Extremes, roared, and the woman's long hair flew out, even more mellow than when it was once one of the Four Fiends. The spear erupted, as if piercing through the sky, instantly assassinating [Truth].

The spear pierced through [Truth].

With a sudden twist of her right hand, the Kua'e clan's divine weapon, passed down through generations, erupted.

[Truth] retreated abruptly.

And as the source of this possibility, Kuailin abandoned the idea of the wedding, so the red candles and gauze curtains, the laughter in her ears, all disappeared. Yuan, who was the anchor point of Yuanshi Tianzun, also dissipated into nothingness. In addition, [Truth], who was also one of the Ten Peak powers, instantly struck, and the anchor point failed to survive, slowly disappearing, ceasing to exist, but watching her unyielding friend.

Her homeland was gone, and the God of War, who was protecting the country, thrust the spear towards the Ten Peaks alone.

Watching her enter the battlefield without hesitation.

The Daoist murmured, "Retreat."

And she replied, "A warrior's fate has only two paths: standing on the homeland, reaping the cheers of the people."

"Or, die here!"

Her eyebrows flew up, radiant and bright, stern and fierce, like a silver bell fluttering in the sky.

Wei Yuan's steps paused, and then a gleam flashed in his eyes, as a strand of thought returned.

What a pity.

He had failed to kill [Truth].

But it was also okay.

Kuailin was still safe.

Moreover—

He stretched out his hand, and cause and effect intertwined on his palm.

Sorry, you fought with me.

The Daoist closed his five fingers.

[Causality · Conclusion]!

The coordinates have been determined.

Behind him, the yellow sky above slowly flowed, and faint sounds of snow and thunder rumbled.

Near the Daughter Kingdom area.

"Damn it, hasn't this old ancestor exhausted his strength yet?"

Zhao Gongming was riding a black panther, speeding ahead.

This black panther was also manifested by the power of the Heavenly Court's talisman system, but unfortunately, even this black panther mount manifested by such a talisman was exhausted. The headless Xing Tian behind him was still swinging two large axes, running at a terrifying speed.

"How many days has it been?"

"Who exactly is the young man in the picture?"

"How is the aggro so stable?"

Zhao Gongming was speechless.

Looking at the young man in the projected image, he pointed a finger at Xing Tian.

He said with contempt, "Is that all you've got?"

But it seemed that this method had been used too many times in the past ten days.

Xing Tian had become immune.

He didn't have the same fiery rage as he did ten days ago when he said a word.

But even so, the aggro was still stable as hell.

It was as if Xing Tian wouldn't hesitate at all if he could chop this handsome young man to death.

He would definitely mince his fat, lean meat, and bones into fine stuffing for you, without any other ingredients mixed in.

Just then, the three divine generals heard a murmur in the picture, as if someone was saying, "This is useless."

"Don't worry, it's useful."

The handsome young man shook his head, and then suddenly became serious. First, he bowed deeply in a certain direction, and said solemnly, "Uncle Jiang, I'm sorry, but it has come to this, I have no choice." Then, he looked at the picture there, his expression slightly lowered, and only said two words—

"Jingwei."

"Shut up!!!!!"

Xing Tian, who had calmed down, suddenly roared.

The roar was already filled with madness and pain, tearing towards the front with resolute killing intent and pain. The young man was still calmly saying, "If you had brought her back then, she wouldn't have had anything happen to her."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

The last pain in Xing Tian's heart, the demon in his heart, exploded.

His speed surged instantly. Zhao Gongming cried out strangely and rushed into the side with Guan Yunchang and Zhang Wenyuan, bypassing the original intended location. Then, the three of them changed their expressions drastically, seeing the surrounding miasma thick and terrifying, invading their bodies, with extremely heavy resentment. Zhao Gongming blurted out, "Nü Chou?!"

Nü Chou's corpse, born to be scorched by ten suns—*Classic of Mountains and Seas: Overseas West*. Very good.

Then, what was Zhao Gongming?

The essence of the Great Sun, transformed from the spirituality of nine golden crows. The aggro was maxed out.

It was the first time the God of Wealth felt thorny.

He only hoped that the other party wouldn't recognize his aura.

Behind them, the headless Xing Tian, in a state of bloodlust, heart demon, and madness, roared and charged.

A huge roar suddenly came from the front, "Great Sun?!"

I've already become the God of Wealth, and you can still recognize me?!

Zhao Gongming's expression changed drastically, and he almost blurted out a curse.

I'm in a reassembled state after being burned to ashes!

Both sides have maxed out their aggro.

Someone, anyone, come solve the problem!

But just then, his expression suddenly froze. He saw the light of the Great Sun bursting forth in the sky, and Nü Chou, who had risen, was struck by the Great Sun and fell heavily, roaring in extreme unwillingness, but was also powerless. Under the light of the Great Sun, a young man in a golden robe, with handsome and clear brows, lowered his eyes.

As if sensing something, he looked over there, looked at Zhao Gongming.

His eyes were cold.

Zhao Gongming's scalp tingled.

Outer Seas of the Age of Gods—

Jingwei, who had already gone to various tribes to set up thunder magic altars for ceremonies, suddenly froze, and the movements of her hands suddenly stopped.

She subconsciously raised her eyes and looked in a direction. The middle-aged man beside her was stern, but out of instinct, he cared for the child and said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Jingwei shook her head, and then said embarrassedly,

"I just suddenly seemed to hear the voice of a very familiar person."

"When I was little, he always protected me, led me, and took care of me..."

The movements of the Yellow Turban Army warrior next to her paused. Having lost his memory, he also felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had also protected a child in this way. Perhaps that was why he and Jingwei had a sense of familiarity, but he no longer remembered who that child was, what his name was, what he looked like, and was even more lost. He was silent for a moment, and comforted her, "You will meet again."

Jingwei lowered her eyes and said softly, "That's impossible."

That was all so many years ago.

The middle-aged man was puzzled, but was silent for a moment and asked, "Then, what's his name?"

Jingwei recalled the rough and beautiful melody in her memory, and her expression was gentle.

"Xing Tian."

ps: First update today...

Xing Tian, that is, Xing Tian's real name. Xing Tian is the situation after the beheading.