Chapter 1593: King Taishan
At the same time in the imperial capital of Chu, Emperor Jing Run was also being driven back to the hole where he came from.
Ye Qing alone was almost too much for him to deal with, and now a greater Sage than Ye Qing was getting involved. Naturally, Emperor Jing Run could not put up any sort of useful resistance at all, nor did he have any way to escape. He could only watch in helplessness as the Earthly Sovereign Bell came ever closer and threatened to swallow him whole.
“Are you really going to become King Taishan’s enemy, Ye Qing? You will regret this!” By now, Emperor Jing Run was looking like a ball of snow being burned alive by the sun and a roaring fire, melting and sizzling everywhere. The Luo Feng Crown on his head was tilted, the Yin Heaven Robe he was wearing was damaged, and the Son of Heaven Sword of Yellow Spring he was wielding was covered in cracks. It looked like it might shatter at any moment.
“I will not regret something I’ve already committed to,” Ye Qing declared. If he regretted this decision, then he would never have taken action to begin with. Since he had, he would not regret it even if he died.
But of course, he wasn’t going to die yet, at least not now.
“I cannot accept this! I cannot accept this!”
As the Earthly Sovereign Bell came closer and closer, Emperor Jing Run’s face threatened to explode with hatred and defiance.
“Sigh...” It was at this moment a wistful sigh resounded in everyone’s ears. It sounded like it came from the distant unknown; from times that were old beyond measure. It was ephemeral, ancient, and illusory, and yet everyone heard it as clear as day.
Even scarier, everything in the world started slowing down after the sigh. It was as if age itself was coming to a stop; time itself was freezing over.
Be it the Chief Libationist and the Six Ghosts and Gods in the Nether, or Ye Qing and Emperor Jing Run in the human world, they all discovered that they couldn’t move all of a sudden.
It was at this moment a person stepped out of the formless nothing.
The silhouette was transparent and impossible to identify. However, their presence was indescribably mysterious, profound, and noble.