Capítulo 1893: Chapter 120: Untouchable Tentacles (Part 4)
Then it grabbed the majestic face of the human skull and crushed it on the spot!
It pulled at the serpent’s body, lifted it and smashed it down!
The space shattered.
The rules of this world no longer apply.
Zhu Jiuyin’s powerful body fell, its neck shook, and a new old woman’s head quickly grew out. Its eyes flickered sharply, contemplating a way to break the stalemate. Its arm was already broken, but its Scale Armor still shimred with light.
It still sought to capture the rules of this world, perhaps it could relocate the power of the Nine-Chapter Jade Bi, and it had to call back Sky Swallow…
But suddenly, the enormous Tower of Decay, built of thousands of skulls, appeared above it. Like a seal, it ended this docunt.
All the skulls disappeared, the Tower of Decay remained an immaculate white tower. Only the tip was inverted, like a stab spear piercing Zhu Jiuyin!
“Co with …” Chaos whimpered painfully.
“Feel… the world!”
The white giant tower pierced Zhu Jiuyin, quickly decaying its life force, carrying it down with a roar.
The Divine Light Shield seed like a layer of illusion, not providing any barrier.
The Tower of Decay then fell with Zhu Jiuyin’s dying body, the white spire directly crashing into the Central Mountain!
Boom boom boom boom!
Zhu Jiuyin’s human face split open on the spot, blood gushing like a river, and the giant crimson python body disintegrated piece by piece.
But see the Heavenly Pillar break, the earthly constraints sever.
Thus Heaven tilts northwest, the earth fails to fill the Southeast!
Therefore Floating Mountain’s mist moves, therefore seawater returns to dust.
Thus this world completely collapsed, tangible and intangible shattering together.
Including the limitations of thought, the ends of space, the river of flowing ti!
Therefore——
All the mountain deities and sea gods of this world glimpsed the present world.
They saw what Chaos saw, heard what Chaos heard, felt what Chaos felt.
They henceforth beca aware of… the true world.
At the position where the Central Mountain was severed, there is a light and shadow between reality and illusion, slowly flowing. Of bizarre shapes and myriad changes in an instant, it’s the river of ti and space.
The Other Shore of the river is the real. It is the real world.
The leader pursuing freedom is dying.
But the fire of freedom burns in the heart of every living being.
Henceforth… Eternal.
The majestic Central Mountain is collapsing.
The mighty Zhu Jiuyin is disintegrating.
The boundless black tide has dispersed.
The bewildered mountain deities and sea gods, still outside the Divine Light Shield, are speechless to each other.
The trialists within the Divine Light Shield gather in one place, preparing for the final self-rescue,
At this mont of Chaos, its abdon cut open by itself, the heart emptied out by Zhu Jiuyin.
Yet it stands upright in the air, all seven apertures open.
Its power is disappearing, its life is decaying.
It gazes far away, in the collapsing world, looking distantly at that world imagined for endless years.
It is already impatient, it feels an inherent freedom.
Life’s breath is waning, but its eyes grow brighter.
Inside, there is no chaos, no violence, no cruel emotions… only pure light. The most genuine yearning.
It flew up, spreading its bear paws like wings flying high.
The giant form crashed toward that far place.
In the boundless fragntation.
Crossing the river with its body.
Yet that Long River, between reality and illusion. Yet that Long River, visible but not approachable.
Freedom always seems within reach, but in reality, it’s always very far.
Even though all seven apertures are open, it seems like a blind, mute person who can’t find a target.
Forward, forward…
Always unable to approach.
Clearly heard, clearly saw, clearly felt.
It’s as if there’s a heavenly chasm.
At the end of life’s burning, it shouted loudly, as if crying, howling, or mourning—
“Huang Weizhen!”
“Huang Weizhen!”
“Huang Weizhen!”
Thus it shouted thrice.
Leaping up!
It pounced toward the river!
Between that reality and illusion, in that hazy light and shadow, it collapsed.
Its ugly and bizarre body shattered into billions of… colorless, lightless particles.
Scattering to the wind.
Whirr, whirr.
The wind blows lonely.
Then pitter-patter, the sky began to rain.
Black rain.
Light rain, heavy rain, downpour.
All the world’s evil, all the world’s sin, in it.
When this rain stops falling, what will this world be like?
Chaos will never see again.
Chaos reveals all its apertures before dying.
It indeed did not die in the cage.
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