Chapter 1970 - 998: The Final Journey (End)
Chapter 1970: Chapter 998: The Final Journey (End)
As soon as he finished speaking, twelve elderly Chen Clan painters came to stand before Lif and twisted apart the painting scrolls on their backs one by one.
There was nothing else in these paintings, only the two gods of water and fire, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong.
The Fire God Zhu Rong’s scarlet hair shot straight into the sky, his beard blazing like fire; the Water God Gong Gong’s eyes were ice-blue, blue currents of water coiling around his ankles.
Twelve thousand statues of gods and buddhas flew into the sky, rising to hang above the center of the battlefield.
Gods and buddhas filling the heavens!
The sky full of gods and buddhas that Chen Yu had once longed for was now reappearing in the hands of the Puppet Master.
Hundreds of years ago, Chen Xuanwu, with his own strength alone, summoned thirteen hundred gods and buddhas and in one battle sealed his name as a god.
And today, the Puppet Master was using twelve thousand gods and buddhas to complete the domination of this world.
Xiao Qi was still basking in the joy of surviving the calamity; when he looked up and saw that sky full of gods and buddhas, he was instantly done for: "Is there no end to this? Huh? I’m asking you, is there any damn end to this?!"
The cruelest part of this war was that every time everyone thought they were seeing hope, someone would dump a bucket of cold water on it and snuff it out again!
Unbelievable!
Luo Wanya stood up and roared, "I don’t believe the long night is endless, the torch..."
Xiao Qi cut him off: "Torch my ass, big bro, look at what’s in the sky, you’re still going on about fire fire fire fire fire! See those more than six thousand Fire God Zhu Rongs? The torches aren’t in our hands, they’re on their heads!"
Xiao Wu: "...They really do look like torches."
Chen Zhuoqu raised her head in exhaustion: "And there are more than two hundred that are completely different from the others. There are Demigods among these Chen Clan painters."
Luo Wanya coughed twice: "So what do you all say we do then."
Xiao Qi wearily pushed himself up from the ground, smiling freely: "To hell with whose hands the torches are in, and to hell with whether we can win. In this battle today, even if we die here on this battlefield, so what? It’s just death!"
Today they had witnessed too many lives and deaths, and were already numb.
But behind that numbness was not fear, nor regret, but the courage to face death ten thousand times without a single remorse!
Xiao Qi rasped, "Everyone, stand up. Even if you die, you die standing!"
As these words fell, everyone on the battlefield stood up one after another, their eyes resolutely fixed on the sky full of gods and buddhas.
Wang Xiaojiu stood atop the mound of corpses and sand, raising the massive Guillotine toward the sky full of gods and buddhas.
"Kill!"
But at that very moment, a fleet flew over from the distance, crashing without hesitation into that sky full of gods and buddhas, a twin-tailed girl flitting back and forth around the floating airships to shield them!
That was Yangyang, and the Qing Kun and Qing Yi Fleet rushing here from the direction of Jian Menguan!
The sky full of gods and buddhas blasted one floating airship after another from the sky, yet this fleet did not retreat in the slightest.
For a time, they actually managed to briefly halt the advance of the sky full of gods and buddhas!
Meanwhile, in Chen Yu’s residence in City No. 7, Jindai Yunlo was standing in the courtyard admiring the flowers. He could no longer see anything, and only let his fingers lightly touch the newly opened plum blossoms.
Clad entirely in a White Hunting Clothes, this noble young master smiled and said, "Everyone says the plum blossom’s fragrance comes from extreme cold and hardship, but actually the plum isn’t fragrant because of the bitter cold. It’s just always been this fragrant."
Behind him, an ancient clock was chiming the hour.
Amid the dong-dong-dong of the chimes, a Door of Shadow opened, and Qing Ji stepped out and asked, "Is it ready?"
"It’s ready, let’s go," Jindai Yunlo stepped into the Door of Shadow first, taking a single step to arrive on the battlefield.
The next moment, Hundred-Eyed Demon, who had already returned to the Divine Bridge, suddenly flew out again. You had to know she had only been recuperating for three days—by right she shouldn’t be appearing yet!
Previously, Zong Cheng had told the old man that halfway through the first game of chess Qing Ji went off to steal something. In truth, Qing Ji had brought Jindai Yunlo to that clock, because next to that taboo clock artifact, the flow of time sped up tenfold!
Puppeteer Zong Cheng used it to paint even more paintings, and Jindai Yunlo used it to resummon Hundred-Eyed Demon four days early!
If the Death Shroud was an innate perfect match for the Chen Clan painters, then perhaps this clock was the Divine Artifact most suited to an Onmyoji, able to shrink the gap after losing a shikigami from seven days down to half a day!
Jindai Yunlo tucked both hands into his sleeves as he unleashed all his shikigami: "How could I possibly miss something this lively?"
His white figure was especially striking on the ashen battlefield, solitary and transcendent.
At this moment, dozens of gods and buddhas were besieging Yangyang, scorching the girl’s hair. Just as the sky full of gods and buddhas was about to strangle her on the spot, the petite Hundred-Eyed Demon vanished where she stood.
When she appeared again, she was already standing in front of Yangyang!
The two blood-red eyes at the center of Hundred-Eyed Demon’s brows snapped open, the eye of the Silver City Duke in her palm opened, and the eye of the old King, the Drama Master, on the back of her hand opened as well!
Ten-Directions World!
The world roared; an invisible force shattered everything, and more than two hundred gods and buddhas simply dispersed like smoke!
Hundred-Eyed Demon smiled and turned, giving Yangyang a push and shoving the girl into a certain spatial rift. Yangyang vanished within the rift and, when she reappeared, she was already by Qing Chen’s side.
This power of space was as unfathomable as ghosts and gods.
In the blink of an eye, Hundred-Eyed Demon turned and charged up to meet them again, fighting the gods filling the heavens. For a moment, the sky full of gods and buddhas actually had no good way of dealing with her.
But over two hundred Demigod-level gods and buddhas quietly closed in, chanting Sanskrit from who knew where, burning the entire sky until it was glaringly bright.
They intended to seal off the entire sky, thereby clamping down on Hundred-Eyed Demon’s room to maneuver!
Though Hundred-Eyed Demon was ferocious, she could not break through the shackles of Demigods. Facing more than two hundred Demigod gods and buddhas as enemies, she ultimately could not bear the weight.