Chapter 67: If Heaven Won't Pity You, I Will!
The Reincarnation Sea couldn’t break the curse?!
The cultivators outside the mirror were equally stunned.
They suspected the little fox’s bloodline curse had never been lifted.
But they never expected that even the Reincarnation Sea would be unable to break the little fox’s curse!
“Who planted this demon fox’s bloodline curse? Why is it so powerful!”
“A Great Emperor, I suppose…”
Many cultivators outside the mirror felt a chill.
Everyone had seen the Reincarnation Sea’s might. It seemed that apart from a Great Emperor, no one in the world could have sown such a terrifying bloodline curse!
Light reflected in Bai Su’s eyes.
This scene was not what she expected either. But some questions left her deeply puzzled.
By now she could be certain that this little fox most likely belonged to the Qingqiu nine-tailed lineage, and the little fox had said before that this bloodline curse targeted not an individual but the entire spirit-fox line.
“If she is of my Qingqiu line, why do neither I nor my mother bear such a curse?”
Bai Su was somewhat bewildered.
Even though she personally enjoyed deep fortune and the favor of the Heavenly Dao, this bloodline curse hadn’t affected her. But her mother was by no means someone blessed by the Heavenly Dao—why didn’t she have the curse either?
“Could the bloodline curse on this little fox be the real reason for the decline of my Qingqiu line?”
Bai Su had heard her mother say that the Qingqiu line had once been the royal family of the Demon Race, and the Qingqiu nine-tailed fox was destined to become the Demon Race’s Great Emperor.
The Qingqiu line had once been immensely glorious and populous, but in the present age only she and her mother remained.
Her mother never spoke a word about the reasons. Bai Su had assumed the Qingqiu line’s fall was connected to the Heavenly Emperor.
But now it seemed the bloodline curse might be the true cause of the Qingqiu clan’s decline.
“Whomever you are, daring to plant such a curse on my Qingqiu line—I will not let you off!”
…
Gu Changqing’s mind roared wildly. He could barely process this.
He had placed all hope for the little fox’s revival on the Reincarnation Sea.
For this reason they charged into the Forbidden Zone, risking death again and again, and finally barely made it to the Reincarnation Sea.
But it seemed Heaven had played a cruel joke on him. The Reincarnation Sea had absolutely no effect on the little fox’s bloodline curse!
“She’s already so pitiful, so why… won’t Heaven even give a shred of hope for survival?”
“I just want her to live— is that so difficult?”
Gu Changqing sighed bitterly, an endless hatred welling in his heart.
He hated how Heaven was so unjust, he hated fate’s cruelty!
This little fox was so pure, her fate already so tragic—why must even her last hope of revival be taken away?
“If Heaven won’t pity you, I will!”
Gu Changqing howled to the sky as a terrifying, ultimate will burst from his body.
At that moment Gu Changqing seemed infused with the Heaven’s will, unleashing boundless, world-ending might around him!
“Come!”
As his roar echoed, countless dreadful laws interwove behind him.
The mills representing the laws of life and death appeared between heaven and earth, two terrifying, world-ending grinders devoured the countless laws surrounding him.
Myriad paths merged with life and death as one!
The death mill spun rapidly, drawing in endless vitality from heaven and earth.
At that moment, the blue flowers on the Reincarnation Sea began to wither in swathes, and the boundless purple in the waters rapidly faded.
Boundless life force was swallowed by the death mill, then spat out from the life mill.
It transformed into boundless creative maternal qi, encompassing the little fox’s body.
At that moment.
All living beings across heaven and earth saw their lifespans rapidly drain away.
The suns and stars dulled, as if even their vitality had been drawn out by Gu Changqing’s boundless Great Reversal Technique!
…
“What the hell, are you sure he’s still only at Saint King?”
At that moment, feeling Gu Changqing’s presence in the mirror, countless old cultivators cursed loudly.
Gu Changqing’s realm was clearly that of a Saint King, yet the aura he displayed could suffocate a Quasi-Emperor!
None of it made any sense!
Fortunately, the crowd had already grown used to such things.
Besides their shock, there was mostly a sense of melancholy about the Heavenly Emperor’s futile actions.
They knew the little fox would never come back. The fact that no trace of the fox spirit remained near the Heavenly Emperor afterward showed she was definitely dead.
“This bloodline curse was most likely the work of a Great Emperor.”
“How could the current Heavenly Emperor possibly break such shackles?”
Many felt mournful.
A Great Emperor’s power was no joke—being the pinnacle of the Beixuan Continent, a Great Emperor was almost omnipotent.
Be it a Saint King, even a Supreme or a Quasi-Emperor—just one glance, one bit of pressure from a Great Emperor could obliterate them!
Compared to a Great Emperor’s curse, the current Heavenly Emperor’s powers were way too far off!
But the next moment.
Everyone’s gazes froze.