for death again"She recognized the man in front of her. He looked like a woman, all flashy and without any masculinity.That day, I ran into them and they left in a sorry state. I wonder what got into...This is really a soul-searching question.
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The Qingbaizhi, Qingjiuyè, even Qingqishù and others. All of them tempered their bodies from a young age, honing their martial arts skills, standing out among their peers. At the Tree Altar, they received the blessings of the gods, and thus gained divine power, becoming respected Saint Clan warriors who possessed extraordinary combat abilities beyond ordinary mortals.
The belief in the dragon god is not a matter of months or years.
It has been passed down from generation to generation.
Their belief in the Dragon God, it could even be said, was the most devout of all within the entire Sunken Sea tribe.
Because of the sincerity of their faith, it directly affects their power.
And now Tsinghua is saying that Little Nuan's grandmother has always deviated from the true meaning of the divine decree
"There's no need to prove anything." Qing Jiu Ye said in a low voice, "Right now, this moment, are you representing yourself, or the god"
“What's the difference I am the Saintess of Azure, also a divine envoy. The divine decree enters my ears, and I speak it verbatim.” Qinghua said, “The will of God, I will not distort, nor misinterpret, nor conceal… Is this not the duty of a servant of God”
"What prophecy have you heard" Qing Jiu Ye asked again.
“Of course, it was to kill this blasphemer and guide the Holy Race onto the right path!” Qinghua said seriously: “Otherwise, do you think I could have hurt her It was the Dragon God who took back her power!”
“I will never follow this oracle!” Qing Bajie roared angrily.
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Qing Jiu Ye said: "Elderly Madam Xiao Fan is just like our mother. She sewed my clothes, cooked the food for me to eat, taught me how to be a person, and raised me to adulthood. If the gods love people, would they instruct children to kill their mothers Would they tell mothers to kill their sons"
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“It is the Gods who have given us food and clothing, who have sheltered us. It is the Gods who have led us out of darkness, who have given us a future!” Qinghua sang with reverence, then looked at the two Sacred Clan warriors: "You may be confused by what you see now, but the Gods will ultimately guide us towards the light... The moment she chooses to betray the Gods, the moment she chooses to stray from their decree, she is no longer our beloved Grandma Fan. She becomes a heinous blasphemer. Remember, where your power comes from! Will you too betray the Gods"
"No. It was Grandmother who took care of us as we grew up, it was Grandmother who brought us food, it was Grandmother who protected our tribe… The one who truly protects this land, the one who shines her light and gives her all here, has always been Little Trouble Grandmother, not a god!"
Qing Jiu Ye still drew her bowstring tight, and said, "The deities bestowed their divine power, and I have also dedicated myself to cultivation. The deities need faith, and I have never missed a single sacrificial offering, never once lacking sincerity. But if the divine will is to kill the High Priestess, then this god...I do not believe in it!"
This is truly sacrilegious!
He who forsakes God shall be forsaken by God.
However...
One breath passes, two breaths pass, three breaths pass.
Much has changed since then.
There was no change on Qing Jiu Ye's body.
His muscles were still powerful, his archery still steady.
He was not stripped of his power for blasphemy, nor did any divine punishment befall him.
“It seems it wasn't divine will, but your will that brought this about.” Qing Bajia held the spear tightly and looked at Qing Hua with a cold gaze. “Stay away from Granny Li!”
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... was struck by this overwhelming murderous intent.
Qinghua involuntarily took a few steps back.
"How...how could this be"
She was confused, flustered, and completely clueless as to what had gone wrong.
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He is a god, he is truly a god...
It is God's will.
Three young men faced off on one side of the bookstore, their emotions running high and complex.
And no one noticed the white-haired old woman, slumped in a reclining chair, who had been weeping silently for some time.
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Her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
"Grandma, what's wrong" Qing Jiu Ye was the first to notice something was amiss. He darted to Granny Xia Fan's side, retracting his bow and arrow as if to help her up, but remembering her injury, he hesitated to move, only anxiously asking, "What's wrong"
Even in the midst of chaos, the blue and white porcelain turned its head to look at this kind-faced old man.
Qīng Bā Zhī thrust her javelin forward, and a person appeared before her, watching her with a wary expression.
Ching Hua was stunned once again. She had never seen such unfamiliar expressions on their faces.
But the oracle...
At last, the little old woman whispered, her voice trembling: "You... you heard... did you hear it"
"What did you hear" Qing Jiu Ye was utterly confused.
Tears welled up in the wrinkles. Xiao Fan's grandmother had been fighting against the strange power on the dagger all along, while also battling the constantly occurring chaotic prophecies.
But just now...
The confusing oracle that troubled her has been replaced by a new one.
This was very familiar to her, the aura of an imperial decree.
And this oracle, only two words --
"It's a little trouble."
These two characters appeared in my mind, resonating in my ears.
It appeared countless times, countless times in my dreams.
"H-heard... Heard." Qinghua stammered.
As the Saintess of Azure, she would naturally not miss the divine decree.
But why
Why would the true God call out to Xiao Fan's grandmother's name And so delicately, so gently...
The blue porcelain confirmed the truth of that sound, allowing Little Nuan's grandmother to confirm that it was not a hallucination she had experienced.
She gasped and then fell silent.
The gaunt hands slowly reached up and covered their face.
Trembling, trembling, never able to cover it completely.
She cried out, her voice hoarse and broken like a child who had been wronged to the extreme.
Understood.
I understand everything now.
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Why, over all these years, have there been two completely contradictory voices of God...
Why, when Guanyin was already at the end of her days, did he say to her, “I will love you forever, in my own way.”
She finally understood, in this library seeking out passages and phrases, some sentences she had not been able to fully comprehend before —
"You should know what you should believe in, peace, health, happiness, or God"
The Buddha said that he cannot fulfill all your wishes. I say, if I were the Buddha, I would not do so.
Having broken his golden body and burned his ashes, what more is there to say about him being a Buddha In truth, he has become a god.
The source of that dark period, it was never just those elders, nor just the Owls. It should be the origin of the chaotic divine decree...that is to say, the original Dragon God!
And for all these years, Guan Yan has always been the one fighting against the gods, as her other half, "God," she has always been by her side...
Those "correct oracles" recognized by her were the dense and interwoven affections of a long time.
All of them are declarations of love she has given him after each fleeting victory in their skirmishes!
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She had always known that she had been loved sincerely.
But she never knew, he was still in love!
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Seeing Elder Xiao Fan crying and covering her face, Qing Jiu Ye and Qing Ba Zhi were both dumbfounded and at a loss for words.
In their impression, Xiao Fan's mother-in-law was both kind and strict. She was tolerant but also resilient.
For the sake of her clan, she could force Qingqi Shu to go on hunts. But she would also stay up all night sewing him a disguise the night before he went to battle in Xunkang Forest.
She handled all the big and small affairs of her tribe, pouring her heart and soul into it. Ten years, a hundred years, hundreds of years, all felt like one day to her.
When have I ever been so fragile, when have I ever cried like this
Looking at such a frail little granny, Qinghua suddenly couldn't hold onto the dagger. Her fingers loosened, letting it fall to the ground.
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The whole person also crouched down on the ground.
“What have I done” she cried out, shaking her head in anguish. Fear and bewilderment twisted her face as she clutched her head and sobbed uncontrollably. “What have I done How could this happen to me I don’t know… oh… Qishi!”
“You said you did something!” Qing Jiuye took a step forward, gritting his teeth and drawing his short knife, about to strike.
The spear, though it shifted, was ultimately unable to stop him.
"Don't hurt her!" The old woman with white hair on the chaise longue finally calmed down a bit, bringing her outburst to an end.
She drew a slow breath and pulled the short dagger embedded in her abdomen free with one swift motion.
He mumbled, "It's not her fault. She can't control herself."
Her body was in pain, but her eyes were calm and peaceful.
After enduring centuries of hardship, I have finally found a place to belong and a purpose in life.
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Chinghua stared blankly at the kind old man, her eyes welling up with tears: "But god...
“You say you are the Saintess of Azure, that you hear the voice of the Gods. You say we must follow the Dragon God's guidance.”
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"But Qinghua, do you really know what the outcome would be if you completely followed the Dragon God's guidance" She sat up slightly and looked at her.
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“This road, we have already walked, it is the hundreds of years of the dark ages!”
"This road we have walked, it is the path of killing countless rival tribes, and also killing countless members of our own people, the night invasion."
“Everyone assumes that a Saintess can only receive fragmented and unclear divine pronouncements. That's because I used the Tree Altar to secretly arrange things, so that I could interpret them alone. But actually, you could hear it clearly back then, couldn't you The divine proclamation broke through my arrangements and reached you, in order to influence you... Do you still remember the last divine proclamation at the Forest Altar”
The little wife asked, "God told us to kill the extraterrestrials and offer their heads to the Yanxiao. God also said to help the dragon messenger kill the Yanxiao. God is so contradictory, which way should we go"
“I think... maybe right and wrong are things even the gods might not know. But we, who truly live in this world, who spend every day with our tribe, should be able to tell what is a better choice, shouldn't we”
She had pity in her eyes: “Child, what do we believe in What do we believe in when we say we believe in God”
Faith in a great being, simply out of reverence, simply out of worship...
Is it for belief or because of belief
No. We believe in God, hoping for protection, hoping for blessings, hoping for peace! We hope our family and friends are safe, and that our brothers and sisters are happy.
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Our faith seeks liberation from this cycle of suffering.
That is why we speak of faith.
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What do we believe in!
The night enveloped the Dragonwood, a swirling darkness around the bed of the old mother.
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The old woman reached out and grasped her son's neck. With just a twist, she could kill him.
But this twist, no matter how hard I tried, wouldn't budge.
The honest man could have easily killed the old man with one punch, but he only managed to shield his own neck with difficulty, his face flushed red as he shouted, "Mother!"
The old woman looked into his eyes, struck by lightning. Her hand loosened and she slapped herself painfully, crying out, "From now on, I don't believe in God!"
In the treehouse of that three-household family.
She tugged at her daughter's hair, pulling it back. With a blade-like hand poised to strike the beautiful woman, she suddenly shifted her elbow—
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Directly use your own strength, bend your entire left arm from the elbow joint and reverse it completely.
It's better to endure the pain that makes your face contort than to refrain from delivering that strike.
The child was so frightened that he cried loudly and was snatched away by the man. In his father's arms, he still cried out: "Mother, what happened to you"
“Sorry, sorry…” The previous Azure Saintess before the Qinghua, wept helplessly.
In the book house.
The tone of the little bother-in-law's mother grew increasingly agitated. She rose from her lounge chair: "True God would not lead a mother to kill her son, True God would not allow harm to family ties! If such a thing were to happen, it would be the work of an evil god! A wicked god!"
“God loves the world and I respect God. If God harms people...”
With a wave of her hand, she put away all the books in the study.
Then walk outside.
“Come with me!”
The hunched figure of the elderly woman, her hair white as snow, now possessed a mesmerizing power.
Qingbaizhi, Qingjiuye, and even Qinhua who was still bewildered, all followed behind.
We walked into the night together.
After flying out of the study, Xiao Fan's grandmother waved her hand back.
The entire bookshop burst into flames all at once!
Burning fiercely!
She ignited the library, igniting the oldest dragonwood in all of the Shadewood.
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They stared blankly at the scene.
A whole, vibrant Shenlong tree boiled with golden flames, illuminating the entire Divine Shade land and dispelling the night’s intrusion.
The night here seems to have never been so bright.
Golden light shines brightly, dazzling and magnificent.
"People of the tribe!"
Against a backdrop of roaring golden flames.
An old woman with snow-white hair stood in the air, addressing the entire Shadowed Land—
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Let us ask ourselves, what are our beliefs!
Life is like this, everything comes and goes in its own way.
Beyond the Forest of Suspended Skulls.
Before that colossal dragonwood lay felled...
"The time has come."
Guanyin said calmly.
With a flick of his long sleeves, he soared straight into the heavens.
The night sky of the Sennhe Yuanjie was pitch black, but he himself became a light.
Here, the night lacks a moon, yet his snowy monk's robes flutter like one.
There is no need to say goodbye again.
Without a word, Jiang Wang stomped his foot, leaping like a bluebird taking flight. He soared over the fallen Shenlong tree and into the depths of the skull forest.
The human skull hung on a thin tree, so clearly visible in the extraordinary view.
A chilling silence.
There is a kind of most extreme coldness.
The last time I left here, I thought they would be cleared out.
Perhaps flowers and trees will also bloom here, with birds and animals roaming.
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But as soon as I left the Sea of Forests, Yan Xiao appeared again...
As if fate were unchangeable.
In a blue shirt, he strode through the clouds, crossing this earthly purgatory in just a few steps. He found his way to "the dwelling" deep within the Skull Forest.
The wooden cottage remains as it was yesterday, with swallow nests still hanging from the eaves.
...the position hasn't changed at all.
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As if waiting for someone to return.
A tailless swallow poked its head out just then, making eye contact with Jiang Wang. Its eyes were a mixture of surprise and anger, probably recognizing Jiang Wang... Its wings twitched slightly, as if it wanted to fly out.
A cold light pierced the sky, Jiang Wang's sword slashed down, directly sending this swallow back to its nest!
The feeling of being spun around as she plunged into the swallow's nest that day no longer affected Jiang Wang at all. Within the suddenly enlarged nest, she followed the sword and in a single step had caught up to the swallow hawk.
The falcon possesses four divine abilities, a fact that Jiang Wang has long been aware of.
Directly raising his left hand, he pressed Fire Realm onto the astonished and enraged Yan Xiao.
A tiny spark ignited the world.
Flames dance, fireworks bloom, fire meteors tear through the sky... All things are born anew, a dazzling world of fire instantly blankets the swallow's nest.
The falcon-like creature flashed all over its body, but it couldn't escape this world of fire at all!
In an instant, they were burned into firebirds, reduced to ashes.
One hit kill!
Master Guanyin said that the statement that the Yanxiao's combat power is at the limit of the inner palace is somewhat generous.
This place doesn't have the combat power of an Inner Mansion limit. Clearly, while possessing four divine powers, there is no connection between them, unable to integrate as one. It's not even close to the brilliance of cultivators from Heavenly Mansion. It probably relies on being impossible for anyone to truly kill it within the depths of the Senhai Source Realm, and its fighting techniques are quite crude. Its battle choices are also riddled with mistakes...
At first glance, it seemed fierce and powerful, with unpredictable abilities. Now looking back, it's just a common dog.
If compared to humans, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to get into the inner circle of the competition held at the viewing platform.
Today's falcon is perhaps even stronger and more formidable than last time, but in Jiang Wang's presence now, it can't even unleash its full potential.
Direct manipulation of the fire realm is sufficient for extermination.
The process was very easy... but Jiang Wang wasn't surprised.
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Given his current abilities, facing opponents of the Inner Palace level would be nothing out of the ordinary for him. It would be surprising if he struggled to defeat them.
All four outer courts' human and demonic beings have been killed.
To kill a swallow-hawk of the Inner Mansion realm, even if it were a demon bird, is nothing to boast about!
After all, under Master Guan Yan's arrangement, it had not been replenished with the power of hatred for a long time. Now that it was still alive, it was completely supported by the reverse force of the dragon god's power, and it did not show the terrifying evil nature that had once made even Master Guan Yan return empty-handed.
The magpie pecks at the burning corpse, scattering ashes to the wind.
Not long after, a strange scene occurred.
In the void, dark matter was born. Pieces of dark matter came together to form shards, and the shards gradually became whole and sculpted...the owl, from head to tail, slowly taking shape.
Its revival speed is so fast, it seems that as Guanyanyao predecessors said, at the critical moment.
To be reborn in the fire realm, of course, requires more power. Otherwise, before it even takes shape, it would turn to ashes.
The golden light flowing on the body of the Yan Xiao indicates divine power that protects it from perishing in the Fire Realm.
With the power of that dragon god, helping Yanxiao adapt to the Fire Realm shouldn't be difficult.
The tailless Golden Light Black Swallow, looking at it, indeed seems very imposing.
Jiang Wang said nothing, Chang Xiangsi suddenly moved forward, left-handed and right-nailed, a single strike with the "person-character sword"!
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Humanity supports heaven and earth, and the fire realm becomes more vibrant as a result.
Before he could even let out a scream, let alone utter any harsh words, the golden-glowing falcon, as soon as it fully materialized, was split in two!
It looks like it's still in the process of regenerating, just forever stuck at the last step of piecing together its limbs... both halves of its body have already fallen.
Jiang Wang took a step forward and slowly sliced off the beak of the swallow, then crushed it with the wind of Bu Zhou and absorbed it.
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With a gentle shake of his long sword, a translucent flower of sword energy fell, and the remains of Yan Xiao were reduced to pieces, shattered into tiny fragments, with meticulous precision...
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The more thoroughly it is shattered, the more dragon power it will consume when it regenerates.
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Although Master Guanyin said that as long as we delay the hawk and owl, preventing them from wreaking havoc is enough.
He urgently summoned Jiang Wang to the Sen Hai Yuan Realm, or perhaps more just to limit the Dragon God's this backhand attack, or even... just to protect Old Madam Fann.
But Jiang Wang was unwilling to do so.
Just as predecessors have their own greatness, so too does Jiang Wang carry his own responsibilities!
He not only had to kill Yan Xiao, he had to keep killing Yan Xiao, and he had to do it quickly and repeatedly.
Kill as fast and as many as possible!
Slay the sparrowhawk so they have no time to breathe, best kill the Dragon God until his divine power drains into a river!
Before long, the outline of the Yan Xiao appeared once again in its original spot, gradually solidifying into shape.
Its golden wings still gleam, helping it withstand the might of the fire realm.
As soon as it appeared, it vibrated its wings and darted away!
This time, it seems to have gained more divine power from the Dragon God, and is clearly showing signs of breaking through the Fire Realm, even leaving its nest.
However...
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When it reappeared, a long blade was just about to rest on its neck.
Jiang Wang casually pulled —
Thus, with a single strike, the head flew!
I have once fought hard, witnessing all sorts of things from the sparrowhawk.
Today is even more so that I have killed twice in a row.
As for the knowledge of owls, it is already abundant. Facing this bird whose intelligence is not always clear, one will never fail on a wrong path.
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Even the owl, who has devoured countless skulls and consumed much wisdom, its eyes are filled with confusion at the moment of death!
It couldn't understand why, after decisively teleporting to avoid battle, it would end up right under the opponent's sword.
How can escape turn into a death sentence
Of course, Jiang Wang wouldn't pay attention to its feelings.
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The tip of his foot touched the ground, he was almost upon them. He struck again, cleaving the beak from the swallow hawk's skull and scattering it in the unpropitious wind.
In the third inner chamber, that divine seed which had always been cold and serene, also felt a hint of excitement.
The Yan Xiao was cultivated under the Dragon God, absorbing the purest evil born from the malice of this world. The beak of the Yan Xiao naturally possesses the ability to eradicate life force.
Jiang Wang's current notoriety stems from his very achievements.
In this day and age, such a good opportunity presents itself, there's no reason we can't try again and again...
It was using the power of the Dragon God, continuously strengthening the Bu Zhou Feng.
Although the cumulative effect will undoubtedly be weakened after many times. However, for a precious trump card like supernatural powers, any chance to strengthen it even slightly will be eagerly sought after.
Not long after, the sparrowhawk was reborn once again.
This time, the divine light blazed forth and directly ripped open the fire realm that enveloped the swallow's nest.
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To say it's "breaking through" is not quite accurate.
That golden divine light flickered just once, and the foundation of the fire realm was as if it were being pulled away. The entire fire realm collapsed by itself.
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Within her own fiery realm, Jiang Wang could vaguely sense the application of some rules. The dragon god's power descending from afar slightly stirred certain rules, causing the fire realm to crumble...
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He can't fully understand its intricacies yet, but he has a general "glimpse" of the process...
That's a truly ingenious application.
But none of these are the most important things now.
In the rapidly collapsing brilliant fire realm.
Under his feet, the Qingyun imprint flashed and disappeared. Jiang Wang followed with his sword, reappearing before Yan Xiao in an instant.
The falcon's eyes remained fierce, its wings beating once and it vanished.
While Jiang Wang turned around directly, drawing a dashing horizontal line —
Scholars fallen into poverty, between life and death!
Behind him were falling fire meteors, beneath his feet were wilting fire blossoms, and around him were firebirds scattering like fireworks...
That sharp horizontal line split his clean features in half.
Delicate eyebrows and a cold lip!
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Before this Qing-shan swordsman.
The Golden Black-feathered Swallow, once again, met its end with a split body.
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The swallow's body was torn to shreds by the fierce sword light, while its head was lifted up by a gust of frost wind and vanished into thin air.
Just like reaping grain, cutting grass.
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