Chapter 869 - 867: You and Your Mother Are Alike
Rumble!
This terrifying attack, like a heavenly tribulation striking down, pierced through Qinglan's body, smashing him deep into the earth.
"Attack together," a general shouted.
"Yes, attack together."
"This is the Netherworld, no matter how powerful the Divine Clan is, we must drive them out."
"Ming Tribe, fear nothing."
Seeing their king heavily wounded, they felt no fear; instead, their anger and fiery blood surged within them.
Recalling all the actions of the Divine Clan against the Netherworld, everyone's face was filled with killing intention; they gritted their teeth and attacked simultaneously.
A dense barrage of attacks rushed into the passage, attempting to block its opening.
But... the power of King Luo was overwhelmingly strong. Without even arriving, he launched an attack from a world away, instantly shattering their assault.
Everyone was shocked.
"Weapon…" A deep voice came from the pit where the king was.
With a swish, an ancient, unadorned Divine Weapon flew in from afar, landing in the king's hand.
At this moment, his body began to change.
Transforming from human form, enlarging, the color turning cyan, his body measuring tens of meters, hundreds of meters, hundreds of zhang... in just a few breaths.
Qinglan stood like an Ancient Ferocious Beasts between heaven and earth, his massive body akin to a towering mountain, making the space hum under the pressure.
"This is his true form, Twelve Wings," an elder revealed the truth.
Bang!
Behind Qinglan, wings began to grow wildly, one pair, two pairs, three pairs... until there were a full twelve pairs.
If not for that hideous face, at first glance, he more resembled an exalted God.
Buzz...
The king opened his eyes, channeling the power within, condensing it on the longsword in his hand. He gazed at the sky, a cyan flame suddenly igniting deep within his pupils.
Soon after, it covered his entire body.
"With the cyan flames in my hand, I will slash open your path." Qinglan strode through the sky, his deep voice rolling out majestically.
He was strong.
Especially after manifesting his true form, the power he could unleash was even more terrifying.
No wonder he was a king of the same era as the Nether Emperor.
The Twelve Wings behind him flapped, stirring up violent gusts of wind, streams of air surged, transforming into countless onslaughts rushing forward.
In an instant...
Everything there was muddled, covered by Qinglan's attack, hazy and completely obscured, only Qinglan's massive body and the cyan flames in his hand could be seen.
This time, his formidable attack directly shook the orthodoxy, suppressing the opponent's power, reflecting it back.
"How dare you!" King Luo was furious, his gaze deep as he stepped towards the passage, raising his hand to strike down, strands of Power of Order erupted once more.
Unfortunately, Qinglan burned intensely, having manifested his true form, the power of his attack was not something King Luo, separated by one world, could easily control.
It would at least take time.
The clash of attacks erupted like thunder, the aftermath cascading down, collapsing a vast stretch of the sky.
Yet, even so, the king's body remained unmoved, as if a great mountain suppressed the passage, blocking King Luo's arrival.
No one remained unmoved, staring intently here, with waves already stirring in their hearts.
"King!"
"My lord, wait for me..."
"I'll join too."
"Divine Clan, the destiny of my Ming Tribe can only be grasped by us." One shadow after another charged back into the sky.
At this moment!
On the side of the God Trapping Array, the Ancient Phoenix by chance managed to slay a deity, causing the entire array to wobble.
One corner was opened.
The Luo Feng Mountain, suppressed for countless years, was agitated at this moment, and the surging power wave was like boiling water, constantly rushing to this corner, wanting to burst out from here.
Abyss.
The Nether Emperor slowly opened his eyes.
"You want to use my senior brother and sister to break this formation for you?" Zi Ji was furious.
Yes!
This was the Nether Emperor's true purpose, but he had no choice.
Using Chen Pingping and Guang Xiaoyu was indeed unethical, but for the sake of the entire Netherworld and its future destiny, he had to do it.
Take a gamble!
If Chen Pingping failed, he might also fail and the result would be, the Divine Clan in fury, slaughtering the Netherworld.
Facing his daughter's furious accusations, the Nether Emperor remained silent.
"Why aren't you speaking?" Zi Ji roared.
"You are much like your mother." The Nether Emperor chuckled: "She too, had a bad temper like you, but... she was kind-hearted. She said she entered the Netherworld to change her destiny. She married me, hoping the Netherworld and Human Clan would join forces to fight the Divine Clan. But, alas... I cowered."
For long years, the Nether Emperor lived in self-blame.
He didn't seek forgiveness from anyone; he only hoped to change the Netherworld's destiny while he was alive, to drive the Divine Clan out of the Netherworld one by one.
Thus, he endured countless humiliations and the scorn of the Ming Tribe.
In this world, he was already decayed, like mud, so wretched...
Anyone from the Ming Tribe would want to step on him, wreaking havoc on his dignity.
The Nether Emperor never explained anything.
Yet now, faced with his youngest daughter's questioning, this always resilient, steely-willed Lord Nether Emperor couldn't help but want to cry.
He was tired, exhausted in body and mind.
He missed the Empress dearly, but he was helpless.
His heart ached for Boxwood, every time trembling, angry, helpless...
But he couldn't change anything, even as an immortal, even as the exalted emperor of the Netherworld.
"Let me out," Zi Ji's voice grew louder.
"Can you not leave?" The Nether Emperor smiled bitterly.
"Impossible, I want out to fight, I won't be as cowardly as you, I, Zi Ji, will never bow to the Divine Clan." Her eyes burned with flames.
The Nether Emperor was at a loss, slightly opening his mouth: "Can't you stay with me for a while?"
Zi Ji coldly replied: "No, I despise you. If I had enough power, I would kill you now."
Nether Emperor: "Do you hate me so much?"
"Yes!"
"Then? What if I insist you stay with me?"
"Then go ahead, if you don't kill me, I'll kill you." Zi Ji was stubborn.
"Can't we peacefully stay together for a while?" The Nether Emperor almost pleaded: "Just a while, four hours, one, half..."
He slowly reduced the time.
Just like he compromised with the Divine Clan, again and again, yes, he was cowardly.
But this time was different, this time his compromise to Zi Ji was not for himself, but for the entire Netherworld.
Zi Ji coldly snorted, unwilling to argue with him further, turned intending to escape the abyss.
But above was surrounded by the power of the array, easy to come in, but leaving was no longer as easy.
After several tries, Zi Ji exploded: "Why do you imprison me? Explain, say it... you drove away mother, exiled her to live in the Valley of Death, suffering even now. You suppressed brother, forcing him into the Life Prohibited Zone, using his life to ignite that Demon Tower. Now you want to suppress me; do you want to repeat those tragedies?"
The Nether Emperor remained speechless, his hands beneath his sleeves clenched tightly, his deep eyes turned hollow, unwilling tears flowing.
But he controlled himself, the tears dried instantly.
He recalled the past.
Exiling the Empress, suppressing Boxwood, issuing the order to hunt Zi Ji.
Every time making those decisions, he suffered more than anyone else.
Buzz!
Zi Ji fiercely slashed with her sword, filled with years of fury, her eyes fierce, almost crying as she roared: "Why won't you explain?"