Ju ng was furious, as if a powder keg had been ignited within her lungs, about to explode.
Her anger wasn't just because the sudden shadow had hard Lu Yibei; it was more so because destroying a marriage in front of her was a severe desecration of her Power.
It was like a ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) mountain bandit robbing a police officer, a petty ghost extending a thieving hand into a rit box, or shouting “I love Leon Lai” at a Jacky Cheung concert...
How could she tolerate this? She couldn't!
“Bastard! No matter who you are, this great deity will teach you a lesson today!”
With a delicate shout, Ju ng stepped forward, her toe tapping the ground, and her figure instantly twisted, blurred, and vanished from the spot.
Spiritual Energy fluctuations surged, causing the surrounding air to churn and howl like a mountain wind.
A shadow, nimble as a bird, flashed across the air, gradually lengthening, dancing and changing like a growing fla, finally transforming into a slender figure.
Like unfurling wings, a pristine crimson gown appeared, its hem spreading in mid-air, rippling like water stirred by a spring breeze.
Beneath the skirt embroidered with golden trees, her long, fair feet tapped several tis in the air, approaching the deep shadow above Lu Yibei in a breath.
Then, she clenched her delicate fist.
Air rapidly compressed at her slender fingertips, erupting as a wisp of white smoke.
The mont she clenched her fist, countless semi-illusory, semi-real crimson lines erged from behind her, intertwining to form a massive and solemn circular totem, shining with brilliant light.
The patterns on the totem changed constantly, sotis transforming into flocks of magpies, sotis into towering ancient trees, sotis into gold and silver treasures... dazzling the eyes.
In many myths and legends, deities and Buddhas have a halo behind them, also called a nimbus, aura, or luminous aspect, which is a concretization of Power.
And at this mont, the totem appearing behind Ju ng was the manifestation of her Power being driven to its extre, turning from illusory to real, a concretized expression.
Her clenched delicate fist rose, her arm pulled back significantly, and after a brief buildup, it slowly opened.
As her slender fingertips fully spread, ti seed to halt, and the world fell silent.
Then, a wind began to blow in the silence, and killing intent suddenly beca biting.
Everyone says the spring wind is gentle and delicate, but the spring wind can also be brutal and vicious like a cleaver.
In fact, in Z Country, spring is the season when strong winds occur most frequently and widely...
A fierce wind rose from nowhere, swirling like a dragon dancing its body, continuously unleashing tyrannical Spiritual Energy towards that deep shadow.
As the terrifying vortex continued to expand, this previously spacious underground air-raid shelter beca minuscule. After a few breaths, it could no longer contain the dreadful storm. The sound of crumbling earth and twisting tal resounded in the wind.
Consequently, the already shattered do above the underground air-raid shelter, which had been blasted by the Alchemy Dirty Bomb, was thoroughly pierced, and dozens of ters of thick ground were torn to shreds like paper. The storm, like a solidified entity, soared into the sky.
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Above Mountain City.
The Maitian God, while worrying about retaliation from Calamity and Ju ng, also secretly held a glimr of hope, wanting to see them both severely injured in their fight with that evil offspring. It was dragging its feet, drifting slowly out of the dense fog it had created.
Suddenly, as if sensing sothing, it abruptly turned its head and looked into the distance at the scorched earth, which was just a light spot in its vision, created by the Alchemy Dirty Bomb. Its gaze was filled with surprise and uncertainty.
First, what it sensed was that Spiritual Energy fluctuation, like a nightmare, that had lingered in its heart for decades.
Imdiately afterward, the sky outside the dense fog began to darken. An even deeper shadow than night silently descended, gradually outlining a terrifying silhouette above that area of land.
The air vibrated slightly, and within that vibration, there were faint, indistinct, maddeningly resentful low growls and hateful wails.
Fear silently descended upon its heart. Though it saw nothing yet, it trembled all over, like a small wild animal catching the scent of a predator, feeling danger approaching.
That colossal shadow, seemingly materialized from a nightmare, appeared without warning, as if ti and space held no aning for it, traversing from a distant place.
It... it’s Him, it’s that monstrosity! The Maitian God’s mind reeled. Although decades had passed, and many things had changed, it would never forget that figure etched deep into its soul.
The vast and ominous shadow slowly twisted its body. It was so clumsy and ugly, yet it sohow felt perfect, inspiring longing.
Its figure, though only encompassing a relatively small area around Jiaochangkou Subway Station, seed to cover all visible land, even extending beyond the horizon.
The area enveloped by it, while showing no destruction or signs of corruption, felt as if sothing indescribable was subtly changing.
If ti were long enough, the Power of a Calamity level urban legend would eventually corrupt and degenerate. Even Ju ng, one of the longest-known existing urban legend, could not avoid this fate after five thousand years.
For most Calamity level urban legend, this ti fra is usually shortened to within a thousand years.
But at this mont, with the descent of that massive shadow, the Maitian God montarily felt an illusion of its Power beginning to corrupt and degenerate, spanning thousands of years.
It clearly felt that the carcinogenic part of its Power stirred, uncontrollably beginning to differentiate, while the rest of its Power rapidly declined.
Its offspring were about to be born...
“...”
Is that monstrosity a urban legend?
If so, are there really other urban legend in this world that would dare to oppose it?
The Maitian God thought, and the next second, reality gave it the answer.
Yes, there are!
A vibrant Spiritual Energy fluctuation suddenly erupted from underground.
The fear lingering in its heart vanished without a trace, as if it had just taken a hot bath, suddenly feeling refreshed and invigorated.
Imdiately afterward, a gentle breeze brushed its face, as soft and warm as a lover’s hand, and then... took away a large piece of “flesh.”
Admittedly, the Maitian God, an energy-type Calamity level urban legend whose entire body is composed of Spiritual Energy-filled haze, has no flesh.
But when that wisp of breeze swept across its face, it instantly left a deep indentation, where yellowish-brown dense fog surged, unable to repair the wound for a long ti.
Just as a clear breeze dispels dense fog.
What about the February spring breeze being like a cleaver? The Maitian God was startled, almost instantly realizing that this was Ju ng's Power at work.
If there was any natural phenonon that strongly countered haze, storms would definitely be among them.
In fact, it felt that in terms of Spiritual Energy fluctuation intensity alone, Ju ng might only be slightly superior to it, a little stronger but not by much. However, from the perspective of Power counteraction, there was a considerably strong restraint.
Both her control over storms and her ability to promote the proliferation of countless plants have the effect of dispelling haze.
Watching the two “natural enemy” level existences battling each other, the Maitian God suddenly had a very frustrating feeling.
It was like a fat sheep watching a fierce wolf and a mighty tiger fight.
It was simply a horror movie!
“Boom—!”
A low rumble erupted from underground, like a giant beast roaring, shaking the earth.
A colossal illusory tree, reaching to the sky, erged from beneath that terrifying deep shadow, its boundless canopy magnificent and splendid.
After the giant tree's illusion appeared, it completed thousands of cycles of flourishing and withering in an instant, blooming a single, enormous flower with an intoxicating, exotic fragrance. As if drawn by the scent, flocks of magnificently feathered crows appeared among the intertwined branches, emitting lodious calls.
The calls, upon entering the ear, transford into a series of indistinct murmurs describing Power.
“The bountiful fruit born from the ancient Fusang Divine Tree, king of myriad magpies, the contender who refutes fate with money, sovereign of the Eight Hundred Li Peach Garden, master of marriage and offspring, a subli existence who benefits the people with the virtue of wood...”
Accompanied by the murmurs, the flower withered, and a golden-shining fruit, like a rising sun, appeared on the branch of the giant tree's illusion.
The next mont, the illusion dissipated, and a mighty roar thundered. Flocks of magpies, their bodies forged from light, soared from above the giant tree's illusion.
A massive cyclonic tornado, overturning earth and stone, shot into the sky. The magpies plunged into the wind, spreading their wings, letting their bodies dance with the wind, while their wings, like extrely sharp blades, violently churned and twisted within that terrifying shadow.
Two distinctly different Spiritual Energy fluctuations continuously collided, instantly raising tyrannical ripples and emitting high-frequency hums.
Although the storm was still suppressed by the terrifying shadow, each ti they collided, tiny openings would be torn, allowing wisps of airflow to escape.
Watching the scene before it, the Maitian God was surprised to find that although Ju ng could not defeat that massive shadow, she had indeed restrained it, preventing it from acting as it pleased.
But... how did she do it? Could it be that she had already grown so powerful?
If she truly was that strong, why was she still restricted to so extent by the Night Watch?
It couldn't possibly be because she was law-abiding, could it? The Maitian God thought, stunned.
The flocks of crows continued to chirp, their lodious calls carried by the wind, gradually losing their original softness and becoming high-pitched and sharp.
And the Power descriptions subtly throbbing in its ear also began to change slightly.
“The bountiful fruit born from the ancient Fusang Divine Tree, king of myriad magpies, the contender who refutes fate with money, sovereign of the Eight Hundred Li Peach Garden, master of marriage and offspring...”
Initially, the Maitian God heard Ju ng’s complete Power description, but gradually, only the short phrase “the contender who refutes fate with money” remained in its ear.
The Maitian God, “...”
Could she have achieved this level by... spending money?!
These big spenders are truly terrifying. The Maitian God thought, a sudden subtle shift in its mood.
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