Chapter 1118: Chapter 73 Destiny_2 Chapter 1118: Chapter 73 Destiny_2 “`
But every movent felt like countless tiny knives digging forcefully into his flesh and bones.
As he breathed, he could even hear the sound of his veins and muscles rapidly breaking down…
The sound of three figures rapidly pursuing him from behind, along with the increasingly close shouts of anger, gradually beca indistinct…
“No good!
My consciousness is about to give in!”
The old man’s heart tightened!
He forced his spirit, bit down hard on his teeth, only to find that they were starting to loosen.
“Could it be that today I am to die on this sea?”
Even though the old man’s will had reached extre levels of strength, despair still inevitably rose in his heart at this mont.
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Everything in front of him began to sway and blur, and sounds once again beca distant…
“I can’t die here!
I absolutely cannot die here, Wen Yin, Mother…”
Suddenly, amidst the waves, he spotted a black dot, breaking through the waves and rapidly enlarging!
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“That, that is…”
The old man’s eyes, full of blood, slightly constricted.
The black dot quickly enlarged into an iron ship, flying towards him at breakneck speed!
The iron ship moved extrely fast, almost instantly drawing near.
Vaguely, he could see several cultivators on board.
The old man’s consciousness was beginning to blur, yet at this mont, like a drowning man clutching at straws, he shouted with all his might:
“Save …
Save !”
From behind, however, a cold voice rang out:
“Where the Holy Sect treads, all shall give way!”
The iron ship hesitated slightly, then, as if wary of sothing, slightly changed course and flew off into the distance.
The old man’s consciousness grew ever more blurry.
He gritted his teeth, summoned another breath, and with a flick of his toes, lunged towards the iron ship.
This was his final sliver of hope.
The desire to live made him use all ans to seize this opportunity, even if it would bring disaster to the iron ship, he had to create a chance!
For so many years, this was how he had repeatedly escaped death.
And just at that mont.
On the iron ship, however, another figure appeared, looking simple and unremarkable at first glance.
That young figure seed sowhat perplexed as he looked at the old man.
But at the sight of this figure, the old man suddenly froze, hardly daring to believe his own eyes.
“Wang, Immortal Wang?”
The young figure, upon seeing the old man, was also slightly puzzled, then as if recalling sothing, his eyes flashed with disbelief:
“Could it be that you are Wang…”
Hearing the na that had been buried in the depths of his mory, foreign yet familiar.
Hearing that familiar voice.
At this mont.
Countless thoughts arose in the old man’s heart.
Yet, at the sa ti, they collapsed into one single thought.
He looked at the young figure and suddenly revealed a smile from the bottom of his heart.
It looked like gratitude as well as regret.
After that, he no longer moved forward but instead gathered his last breath and turned to face the three Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators that were pursuing him.
The roaring waves slapped against him, and the sea wind blew his dry white hair into even greater disarray.
But in his heart, he suddenly found peace:
“To see Immortal Wang before dying…
it’s a fortunate event in life after all.”
“How could I let him also…”
The three Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators finally caught up.
Fury and indignation filled their eyes.
Hearing this, they shouted angrily:
“You sure can run!”
“I will extract your soul and infuse it into my ‘Thousand Hands and Faces Niche’!”
“Even if I refine your entire body into my ‘Painting Pool’, it won’t be enough to quell the hatred in my heart!”
As they spoke, they began to attack him.
And at this very mont, the flesh on the old man’s body could no longer hold, collapsing and vanishing.
His face, however, for the first ti, was utterly calm:
“This old man has done all he could, it’s just a pity that fate is not with .”
“Besides, this old man…
is called Wang Xu!”
Following that, he closed his eyes.
His consciousness seed to be sinking.
He felt as if his body was floating away.
Everything seed to be drifting away from him.
At the end of his life, his mory did not contain cultivation, assassination, or the decades of strife and struggle — all he had was those eight years living in Wangxian Village.
Wen Yin, Mother, I wasn’t able to kill all these immortals to avenge you…
You won’t bla , will you?
I am useless, I’ve grown old, and even if they hadn’t beaten to death, I probably wouldn’t have lived to see that day.
Fate, after all, wasn’t on my side…
His mories blurred little by little.
A deep well seed to be swallowing him bit by bit.
Just at the last mont before being completely engulfed, he heard that voice that he had replayed countless tis in his mory:
“Enforcer Ying.”
“Yes.”
The next mont.
He struggled to open his eyes.
And he saw a scene he would never forget as long as he lived.
A faint purple figure casually walked past the three Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators.
Like pinching a small sparrow, three Mighty Hands of Magical Power effortlessly seized them.
Following that, he only heard a sound like a water bottle cork popping ‘pop’.
The three Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators didn’t put up the slightest resistance and instantly transford into three clouds of blood mist.
As the hands opened, the blood mist fell toward the sea and before it reached the surface, the sea wind swiftly blew it away…
In a trance.
He saw the faint purple figure wave at him, an invisible force directly enveloping him, thrusting him into the iron ship.
Soon after the iron ship sped towards the distance.
The faint purple figure remained in place, did sothing unknown, then hurriedly left.
Three days later.
Up in the sky, three dark clouds silently ford, but the blood rain within them hadn’t yet fallen before turning into blood-red hail…
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