darknovel Chapter 44 is about "defending," not "rebelling"! The defense of the Way is inco
Chapter 44 is about "defending," not "rebelling"! The defense of the Way is inco
Gu Xuan looked up, following the sharp edge that had torn through the void.
far away--
A colossal Dharma image, also hundreds of feet tall and radiating an indestructible silver light, ruthlessly shattered the thick clouds and rapidly approached.
The right hand of the silver-white Dharma body transformed into a gigantic palm that blotted out the sky, carrying an overwhelming and terrifying pressure as it slammed down.
Gu Xuan remained indifferent, showing no intention of backing down.
The enormous left hand suddenly rose, its five fingers taut like a pillar supporting the sky, and countered the descending silver giant palm with a counter-attack.
"boom--!"
The two giant hands collided violently in mid-air.
A terrifyingly transparent shockwave, almost tangible, instantly swept outwards in a ring from the point where the palms met.
The thick, leaden clouds were torn apart and scattered, revealing the deep blue sky behind them.
The violent shockwave swept down like a tsunami, lifting the yellow sand within a radius of a thousand miles dozens of meters high.
The sky, which had briefly lit up, was once again shrouded in a dark sandstorm where one could not see their own hand in front of their face.
The entire Xiqi Plain groaned under the weight of this terrifying collision, trembling violently.
"Bang! Bang!"
Under the impact of this recoil force.
Both hundred-foot-tall Dharma bodies trembled violently at the same time.
Gu Xuan's massive body staggered back three steps before he could finally regain his footing.
With each step back, a huge pit, tens of feet deep, was carved into the ground beneath their feet.
The terrifying cracks, like a spider web, spread wildly outwards from the center of the deep pit for countless miles.
He raised his head and looked into the distance through the swirling sandstorm.
Yang Jian's silver-white Dharma body was also shaken and forced to retreat violently, with the ground beneath his feet collapsing inch by inch.
But he...
However, it did not follow the force and retreat backward.
The divine runes on the forehead of the silver-white Dharma image flashed wildly, unleashing terrifying divine power.
During the retreat, he forcibly twisted his massive waist, enduring the residual force that was enough to shatter his internal organs, and charged forward again against all reason.
Upon seeing this, a cold killing intent flashed in Gu Xuan's eyes.
With a blank expression, he continued to tighten his grip on Nezha's right hand.
Just then.
A dazzling silver arc suddenly streaked across the sky.
A peerless, chilling light, carrying the defiant intent of a spear yet slashing out in the form of a three-pointed, double-edged blade, tore through layers of sand and wind, heading straight for Nezha's right fist, which was tightly gripping it.
But this time...
Within the heaven-defying spear intent that seemed poised to tear everything apart, a brilliant white light surged.
It is about "defending," not "going against"!
I felt this familiar yet resolute mood.
Gu Xuan frowned slightly, and suddenly swung his free left hand to the side.
"Buzz—!"
The Heaven-Shaking Spear let out a high-pitched dragon roar, and the crimson-gold dragon patterns on the spear instantly shone brightly.
In an instant, it swelled in the wind and transformed into a terrifying demonic spear over 120 feet long, which landed steadily in Gu Xuan's left palm.
The boundless magical power within his body surged forth.
A frost-gold-colored Heaven-Slaying Spear Intent frantically condensed and compressed on the massive spear tip.
He raised the Heaven-Shaking Spear, aiming the tip at the incoming silver blade light.
Gu Xuan's right arm bulged with muscles like a continuous mountain range, and he was about to thrust out with his spear.
Suddenly, a jolt ran through the depths of his consciousness.
"Thump!"
Gun barrel....
It trembled slightly.
Gu Xuan gripped the Heaven-Shaking Spear tightly with his five fingers.
Suddenly, I was uncontrollably a moment late.
It lasted only a moment.
Even Gu Xuan himself didn't know why.
It was as if something unseen, spanning endless years and reincarnations, gently pressed down on his hand.
It was that inexplicable moment of hesitation.
The Frosty Gold Spear Intent on the Heaven-Shaking Spear, which was about to erupt like a volcano, instantly lost its accuracy and lost most of its sharpness.
Yang Jian wielded his three-pointed, double-edged sword and cut in.
A flash of silver light passed in front of Gu Xuan's right fist.
at the same time--
Gu Xuan was holding Nezha tightly with his right hand, which was about to exert force.
And following the throbbing deep within my soul, I uncontrollably relaxed.
"Whoosh!"
Yang Jian's silver-white Dharma body seized the fleeting opening and charged forward madly.
The three-pointed double-edged sword transformed into an extremely soft silver light, like a giant hand, narrowly snatching the dying Nezha from the gap in Gu Xuan's palm.
The blade gently wrapped around Nezha's tattered, cracked lotus body.
Yang Jian showed no desire to continue the fight.
He stomped his foot and retreated rapidly.
The hundred-foot-tall silver-white Dharma body quietly dissipated, transforming into a silver-white lightning bolt that tore through the sky and landed steadily on the top of Xiqi City.
Yang Jian knelt on one knee.
He carefully placed the almost unrecognizable Nezha in front of the avatar of Yu Ding Zhenren's consciousness.
He raised his head, his usually aloof eyes now bloodshot, his voice hoarse and low, revealing an undisguised plea.
"Master..."
"Thank you for your help."
Master Yu Ding lowered his eyes to look at Nezha, who was lying on the ground barely breathing, then looked at Yang Jian and nodded silently.
With a gentle wave of his whisk, a pure and clear celestial light instantly protected Nezha's heart meridian, stopping the lotus essence that was still flowing away and dissipating.
Yang Jian looked deeply at the dying Nezha, a complex mix of heartache and guilt flashing in his eyes.
Then...
He slowly stood up, transformed into a silver streak of light, and returned to the desolate wilderness in front of the two armies.
......
The center of the battlefield in the distance.
Gu Xuan took a deep breath.
The hundred-foot-tall Dharma body rapidly shrank and receded like the receding tide of black water, returning to its normal form and landing steadily on the ravaged ground.
All around, yellow sand filled the sky, and the wind howled.
He quietly lowered his head.
He glanced at his empty right palm.
On his palm, there were still faint char marks left by the frenzied burning of the Samadhi True Fire.
as well as......
The few tiny scratch marks left by Nezha during his final desperate struggle.
but--
What Gu Xuan truly cared about was...
Not these trivial scars.
Rather, it was that feeling from just now...
It felt like I had forcefully made him stop.
It's a feeling I can't quite describe.
just like......
Long, long ago, he also desperately wanted to save someone.
Gu Xuan frowned slightly.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the swirling sandstorm, and looked at Yang Jian in the distance.
Forcibly banish these sudden distracting thoughts from your mind.
Yang Jian stood quietly in place.
A blood-stained silver robe fluttered in the gale, and a three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground.
He was also looking at Gu Xuan.
His eyes were extremely clear.
It exudes a determination that cannot be shaken even if the sky falls and the earth collapses.
Only in the deepest recesses of his eyes did a fleeting, complex emotion flicker and disappear.
But more than that, it's...
An unwavering commitment.
The two stood facing each other across the ruins, hundreds of feet apart.
No one spoke first, and no one made the first move.
A fierce wind swept by, and yellow sand flew everywhere.
Amidst the billowing dust, only a suffocating, oppressive silence remained.
Just then—
Deep within Gu Xuan's consciousness, the "Hundred Generations of True Spirits Diagram" suddenly trembled.
He subconsciously diverted a sliver of his attention to look inward into his sea of consciousness.
Page two of the scroll.
The black-clad boy who always gazed at the sky, his eyes filled with an unyielding and intense regret—
I don't know when...
He turned around.
The regret in the boy's eyes remained, like a dying flame burning.
But the deepest regret is the obsession...
It seemed as if a slight loosening had occurred.
It was like a fist that had been clenched for far too long, loosening slightly.
Just one point.
The boy's gaze was fixed outside the painting.
Beneath the boy's feet, a line of ancient characters, shimmering with a faint light, slowly appeared.
[Ninety-ninth Incarnation: Unknown]
Current unlocking progress: 95% (locked)
[Past Life Karma: Unfulfilled Duty to Uphold the Dao, Unfinished Defying Heaven—]