Chapter 870 - 868: So Close
Nine cycles of reincarnation, having experienced the vicissitudes of time, witnessing numerous deaths, only when the Protector Yuan Knight completely faded from the world did she begin her cultivation.
In that year, her senior brother brought her back to the Wuji Sect.
During cultivation, she gradually awakened, remembering much about her origins, and then... slowly reshaped herself, until one day, she finally returned to the Netherworld.
But what awaited her was the fall of her brother, she witnessed that scene with her own eyes.
She saw Boxwood walk towards the Life Prohibited Zone.
She wanted an explanation, a justification, but even the Nether Emperor wouldn't give her one.
Zi Ji lashed out like a madwoman, her sword piercing into him, blood gushing, but why wouldn't he explain? Why wouldn't he fight back?
Did he think that such silence would evoke sympathy in her heart?
Impossible!
Zi Ji's second sword struck: "Why did you exile mother?"
The Nether Emperor remained silent.
A third sword: "Why did you suppress brother?"
A fourth sword: "Why did you imprison me?"
"You are selfish and only care about yourself, unworthy to be a father, unworthy to be a husband, unworthy to be the ruler of the Netherworld." Zi Ji's sword struck the Nether Emperor again and again.
She forgot how many sword strikes she made; the Nether Emperor was covered in blood, his complexion pallid and very weak.
Yet he remained silent and offered no explanation, letting Zi Ji's sword strike him, feeling the pain and Zi Ji's anger.
As if only in this way could the self-loathing of the Nether Emperor's heart be comforted.
But?
Zi Ji's words pierced the heart.
The Nether Emperor instinctively raised his head.
Boom!
A deafening sound.
King Luo struck again, colliding with Qinglan's attack, the aftermath rippling, Heaven Domain cracked, the earth sank, everything lost its original color in that moment.
Through layers of mist, the Nether Emperor seemed to see King Luo's figure; he was still aloof, his gaze deep, his body exuding a red Divine Brilliance, akin to a god.
He remained high above as always, even as he saw the God Trapping Array break open, witnessed Qinglan's rebellion, and the willpower of Luo Feng Mountain.
Yet King Luo seemed unconcerned, for he thought he possessed absolute power, able to control everything.
In an instant...
Their eyes met again, separated by ages but once more locking gazes.
King Luo suddenly calmed down.
A nearby man hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, sir?"
King Luo remained silent.
On the other side of the abyss.
The Nether Emperor spoke: "You've grown up."
"What are you talking about?" Zi Ji raged.
"You should inherit your mother's will, you should take over the Netherworld and become the new generation's Nether Emperor." He said softly, his gaze somewhat blurry.
No longer so firm, a long-lost weariness floating.
On the other side.
Chen Pingping joined in breaking open the God Trapping Array, bringing Mao Qiu with him, and with his first move, he shook the heavens and earth.
The Moon God's heart was shaken: "Is this his lineup?"
That chicken, no... it's the Ancient Phoenix, and that bull, as if verified as the Demon Emperor, and there's that duck...
Even Guang Xiaoyu was powerful, actually slaying a god within the God Trapping Array.
Time was passing...
Finally, within the God Trapping Array, a group slayed six gods, all devoured by the Devouring Sky Beast.
On this side of the passage, Qinglan finally couldn't withstand it.
King Luo presented a Divine Artifact, fully revived, spanning from the world above the Heavens to the Netherworld, and directly slashed at Qinglan, forcibly breaking open that passage.
Beside him, the powerhouses of Luo Feng Mountain all met with terrifying injuries; more than half fell on the spot, transforming into indistinct flesh.
People were moved: "King Luo is coming down, quick, escape..."
"Fuck, what's going on? I can't move."
"Ah! Me too, unable to move, what's happening?" some began to exclaim, faces full of astonishment.
The passage had already been opened, the aura from above the Heavens cascading down, every strand immensely heavy, seemingly about to crush the sky and earth.
The Qi Refiners watching were still thinking of fleeing, but never thought...
"This is the 'domain'!" someone spoke: "I've heard about it before, the Divine Clan's King Luo cultivates 'domain', intending to evolve a grand world, eventually forming a terrifying personal domain, once deployed, it's absolute slaughter within the domain."
After saying this, that person's face turned pale, body beginning to tremble.
King Luo had yet to descend upon the Netherworld but unleashed such formidable Divine Skills, was he about to launch a dark turmoil?
This sort of attack covered too vast an area.
"You can't stop me." King Luo said coldly, walking step by step, eyes deep, staring below at Qinglan and the many Luo Feng Mountain powerhouses.
Qinglan was weak, complexion pale, hair disheveled, clothes likewise, but his breathing was orderly, he had calmed down, only his eyes showing a hint of weariness.
His massive figure stood silently on the ruins, hand clutching the Longsword tightly.
He was wounded.
A huge blood hole, pierced by King Luo's attack, wanting to heal, but the Power of Order enveloped, he simply couldn't heal.
"Master King, retreat quickly..." a general shouted, he too severely injured, life hanging by a thread.
"No matter!" Qinglan replied softly: "The Ming Tribe people have been dormant for ages, now, it's time to revive, our great ancestors never feared the Divine Clan, even in defeat they never compromised..."
"I am Qinglan, the Netherworld's last Twelve Wings..."
"Divine Clan, are you ready to die?" he roared, earth-shattering; with a swish, the Qing Flame in his hand blazed into fire.
In an instant, the flames spread onto his body.
Looking from afar, he appeared like a vast mountain being burned.
"No, master." a general saw the clue and exclaimed.
He couldn't believe it.
Master intended to burn limitlessly, at the cost of life, to block King Luo's arrival.
But?
The God Trapping Array had been broken?
No need for this.
Just wait a bit longer.
Why burn life?
Those still alive among the Luo Feng Mountain experts were all shaken, momentarily speechless...
A fire spanning hundreds of yards, as if capable of easily burning the Void, far away, the Qi Refining Skills could feel the rage and enormity, their hearts touched deeply, blood mysteriously boiling within.
As if to follow Master Qinglan, to slay the enemy.
Unfortunately, they were bound here, unable to move.
"Emperor..." Qinglan looked at the abyss: "We've known each other for years, this is the last thing I do for you, if you can't change the fate of the Netherworld, I will return to find you as a ghost."
The Nether Emperor was silent.
Bang!
Qinglan turned to kill towards the passage, flames covered up, the Qing Flame in his hand slashing towards it, without words, only madness and slaughter.
A bit more, the God Trapping Array was just a bit more.
King Luo had already descended.
He had no choice, he had to block King Luo, to buy time for the Human Clan's Chen Pingping and others.
A roar, billions of tonnes of slaughter fully erupted.
This was Qinglan's most powerful strike.
Ignoring the Power of Order, and that powerful Divine Artifact, he fiercely slashed King Luo with the Qing Flame in his hand, a puffing sound, tearing out crimson blood.
"You... you seek death." King Luo was enraged.
How many years have passed?
No one had ever injured him, and now... a mere Ming Tribe ant had wounded him.
Unforgivable.
King Luo raged, forming hand seals, unleashing Divine Skills through "domain" to suppress Qinglan.
But Qinglan was mad, burning limitlessly, at the cost of life as an explosion, at this moment, his realm skyrocketed, strength likewise.
One hand with Qing Flame, splitting heaven and earth.