Chapter 495: Chapter 490: Both Wind and Rain are Coming
Li Ji was taken aback and for a mont, he forgot to keep walking.
Zhao Wu looked at his distracted gaze and could not help but ask, “What’s wrong?”
Li Ji’s expression was complicated. “Xihe, do you think we were actually wrong from the start?”
“What?”
Li Ji looked at the back of Baili An, who continued to move forward and sighed before catching up with him.
“We, the ancient gods who wield the power over life and death, are followed and flattered by the world’s people. As the lost masters of the Bronze Gate, we wander among the ancient bronze trees. Day after day, different humans fall into this dark, godless world.
Ancient gods enslave mortals, self-proclaid as noble and extraordinary, demanding mortals to offer their faith to sustain our undying Heroic Spirits. To us, these mortals behind us are no different from livestock. As long as they arrive as promised and deliver the offerings beneath the tree, we would bestow rcy and grant Divine protection.”
Zhao Wu smiled indifferently and said, “One must give to receive. Guying’s self-pity will only lead to his demise within these realms. Their willingness to offer is but a form of self-redemption.”
Subdued by a single remark from Baili An, Li Ji looked at Zhao Wu and calmly said, “However, even humans understand self-redemption. They might seem to struggle, living fearfully, but they are earnestly fighting for every day they are alive. It is us, truly unable to control our own fates.”
In the world, there is no difference in the size of tasks, only what is done and not done.
Because it is so vast, that is why there are all living beings.
Li Ji chuckled and said, “Only now do I finally understand why this youth is worthy of his na.”
Along the endless cloudy path, the branch in Baili An’s hand transford into a bronze sword that seed unaffected by ti or distance.
Each stroke of the sword created a path that appeared to be only a hundred miles, but when people walked that distance and looked back, the mountains and seas that trapped them had blurred into the horizon, becoming incredibly distant.
People couldn’t help but marvel silently.
With his sword parting the heavy clouds, the contours of colossal bronze gates lood, as if the gates to the divine realm stood atop the clouds, unparalleled in solemn majesty.
Seeing this, everyone’s hearts raced with excitent, their eyes sparkling with ecstasy.
Yet, at that mont, the sky darkened suddenly. Dark clouds hung low, as if the heavens were pressing down on the world.
In an instant, the sounds of thunder rolled like a waking dragon. The heavens shattered like the firmant suddenly splitting apart.
The bronze gates, suspended above the clouds, seed to begin swaying precariously.
The closer they got to the heavens, the more people felt the terrifying natural storm of wind and thunder. The majestic heavenly authority erged naturally.
People involuntarily stopped in their tracks, looking to the skies with fearful eyes, those accustod to Sword Control through the skies suddenly felt an acute fear of heights, as if the path under their feet could break at any mont.
Crash!
Within a cascade of silver light, a torrential downpour fell from the pitch-black sky like a deluge.
Chilled and soaked through in an instant, people’s hearts raced wildly. This could no longer be called rain but rather a chaotic symphony of a torrential river, fierce and full of whirling darkness, pouring down from all directions.
The rain ca suddenly, without warning.
Everyone knew this rain was ominous.
People were frozen in terror; soone cried out loud, “That young master ahead! Can we still continue upwards?”
Baili An stood alone before the crowd, the large raindrops painfully smashing onto his shoulders. His expression remained unchanged, but his brows were heavily furrowed, and a shadow passed across his eyes.
He stopped walking because at his height and angle, Baili An saw in the dark, clouded sky… a pair of terrifying, blood-red giant dragon eyes.
Winds and rains from all directions converged here.
Beneath his feet, the bronze path seed unable to withstand the pressure, emitting the creaking sound of twisting tal.
Dark, cold scales flickered in and out of visibility within the clouds, an imnse dragon body now coiled around this Bronze Divine Tree, seemingly having arrived unnoticed.
The sound of steel-like Scale Armor and the bronze branches and leaves created a terrifying tallic friction, sending shivers down one’s spine.
People’s color drained, their bodies trembling.
Li Ji and Zhao Wu’s faces changed drastically as they exclaid, “Why has the Abyss Sea Serpent appeared here?!”
Baili An’s gaze deepened; at that mont, Heart Demon Yun Rong floated up to him, her hooded face tense and solemn as she reached out and grabbed his wrist, her voice breaking urgently, “Have you… refined the remains in its belly?”
His fingers trembled slightly at the wrist.
Baili An’s expression cooled as he lowered his gaze to the beautiful head at his waist, “Was all this part of your plan?”
The Female Demon Lord opened her eyes, feigning sleep, and said half-smilingly, “But if not for this, you couldn’t have made it here, right?”
It should have been anticipated—the remains nurtured by the serpent’s heart’s blood for many years, the very obsession it refused to abandon even in its transformation into a demon and descent into the sea.
Now that Baili An had refined these remains into his body, even though he withstands the great pressure of heaven and earth, the serpent that had lost its support in the Chaotic Sea of the Bronze Gate would not let him leave easily with the remains.
In those fla-red dragon eyes shone an undeniable rage-filled madness and the urge to destroy everything.
The dragon’s roar thundered across thousands of miles, heavy rain pumled the earth, Curse Worms wantonly rotted the foundations, and the majestic Bronze Divine Tree, like a mountain being split open, began to sway and lean.
The bronze gate was within reach, yet the Bronze Divine Tree, which had always been an unshakable holy presence in people’s hearts, now shook its foundations due to a storm, throwing everyone’s hearts into complete disarray.
The Dragon Tail swept down like a teor striking a mountain, hitting hard against the tree body.
Boom, boom, boom!!!
The Bronze Divine Tree truly began to collapse and fall.
Zhao Wu’s heart raced as she furrowed her brows deeply, regretting as she looked down, and said to Li Ji, “It’s a pity. Since the serpent has erged, the master cannot lead these humans out of here.”
Li Ji did not respond to her words, his gaze deeply fixed on the youth’s silhouette ahead, seeing him remain calm, with no complaints or signs of retreating, and slashing another sword towards the heavens.
The path to the Heavenly Gate was completely split open.
Listening carefully, his pronunciation was clear, cold, and firm, “Go!”
Fang Geyu stood by his side, unmoved. The first to leave by Sword Control was Crown Prince Ying Xiu from Central Netherworld.
However, he was not fleeing for his life; having leaped the gate, Ying Xiu did not rush to leave—he called out with a steady and powerful voice, sounding as though it ca from another world above the heavens, “This path is safe, you may enter!”
The Bronze Tree fell toward the cliffs and seas with a heavy yet slow force.
Thus, within the long, black, dragon-like line of people, so desperately leaped towards the gate.
Baili An shifted aside, in no hurry to leave, his gaze lingering on the great serpent in the dark clouds.
Admiration appeared on Li Ji’s face, his wide-sleeved robe ringing with the sound of sword chis. In the vast heaven and earth, Ten Thousand Swords rose, cleansing layers of clouds. Invisible Sword Qi took form, swirling around the tree—a swift white Sword Qi harshly striking on the collapsing side of the Divine Tree.
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