Chapter 155: It’s my fault
Zhi Mei closed her eyes, letting herself be invaded by the overwhelming presence of her "Executor". She felt her own Qi binding to his, a dependence on the validation he had patiently anchored in her heart.
"I... I will always be by your side, my Lord," she swore while placing her hand on the young man’s muscular chest, feeling the titanic beats of his Omega Heart.
However, in the distance, the whistling of the wind on the Sealing Pagoda seemed to carry a lugubrious laugh. The true battle of the Immortal Grave was only just beginning, and the smell of divine blood mixed with the perfume of purifying lotus only agitated the Ashura.
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The tumult of combat resonated against the bony walls of the petrified structures, creating a sinister echo that seemed to amplify the moans of the Yin entities. The air, saturated with a fetid humidity and a Death Qi of suffocating density, swirled violently under the impact of divine-rank techniques.
Xuan BaiShe, still imperial in his black tunic, wielded his lance of pure light with a precision bordering on arrogance. Each sweep of his weapon vaporized dozens of specters, leaving behind a trail of golden particles that fought against the creeping darkness. At his side, Zhi Mei, the Holy Templar, was a storm of azure, her Sidhe wings casting a purifying glow upon the scorched ground.
However, Chong Da, the blind monk, remained in the background, his white silk blindfold turned toward the horizon where the Great Sealing Pagoda stood out in the distance. His karmic senses, far keener than mere physical sight, perceived the threads of destiny tying and breaking with alarming speed. He felt the hunger of Ashura, that entity of millennial hatred, calling to his own Path of Humans.
’We are wasting our time here,’ thought Chong Da, his lips stretching into a rictus of ambition that his mask of serenity could no longer contain. ’These Yin entities are merely small fry. The real banquet lies at the heart of the tomb.’
The monk knew that every second spent protecting this young master and this templar was a second wasted in his race toward supreme divinity. If one of the holders of the six paths managed to absorb the chained Ashura, he would become the central pivot of reincarnation. Consequently, he did not hesitate for a second.
"Lord BaiShe, Holy Templar... May the Dao guide your steps in this darkness, I will come to fetch you after having finished, until then do not give up." declared Chong Da in a voice that resonated with feigned peace.