Chapter 148: Throne of the Sword
His eyes lost their shine, the violet fading.
He felt his vital force escaping. Each beat of his heart became an ordeal, an additional stab in an already mortal wound. His body was emptying of its Qi, of its Khao, of everything that made him a cultivator, and there remained only a dying young man, pierced by a sword of light, with trembling hands and blurred vision.
As he slumped, ready to breathe his last in this glass prison, the world stopped.
Time literally froze.
The particles of dust floating in the air remained suspended, motionless like insects trapped in amber.
The drops of blood that had escaped from his mouth floated halfway, shining weakly in the twilight light. The leader of the Demigods himself was frozen in his gesture of victor, the sword still embedded in the victim’s chest, but his eyes no longer moved, his eyelashes no longer blinked, his breath no longer vibrated his lips. An abyssal silence covered the battlefield, a silence so deep that BaiShe could hear the beats of his own heart, slow, regular, and yet so fragile.
Suddenly, without any prior Qi fluctuation, a titanic structure appeared in the center of the crater.
It was a massive throne, a nightmarish architecture composed of millions of swords. They were intertwined, rusted by the blood of fallen gods in battle, and some still bore traces of mummified flesh on their chipped blades.
The swords groaned in unison, creating a symphony of metallic screeches that seemed to cut the air itself into shreds. This groan was so high-pitched that it made BaiShe’s ears bleed, adding two streams of blood to the silvery tears already flowing on his cheeks.
Seated sovereignly on this monument of violence was a silhouette that BaiShe knew all too well.