Chapter 263 I Will Avenge You

After saying those words, the ferocious beast lay prone, unmoving. The black cat cautiously extended its paw and nudged it. The ugly beast slumped to the side, its breath faint, as if it had fallen into a coma. The Old Heavenly Master leaned down to check its breathing and said, "…It was relying on willpower alone to hold on."

"If it weren't for that, it probably would have died on the way."

He raised his hand, and one of the nine dings, stained with blood, flew towards Wei Yuan, who reached out and grasped it.

The ancient ding, gathering one-ninth of the world's fortune, was covered in mud and blood, appearing filthy and不堪, but within it, the purest and brightest light flowed slowly. Filth and darkness could never obscure this light; the darker the surroundings, the more capable it was of warming people's hearts.

"The Nine Dings… this thing definitely has the qualifications to seal Gonggong."

Wei Yuan stored the ding in his sleeve.

Zhang Ruosu picked up the dying ferocious beast and said, "I'll go settle it. We can't let it die like this. Wei Yuan, you intercept Gonggong head-on…" The old man paused. Both he and Wei Yuan knew that the Nine Dings were only qualified to perfect the formation and seal.

This thing couldn't grant great power.

But without it, the battle with Gonggong would be a certain death, a guaranteed defeat.

Not even a sliver of a chance of victory.

They were facing one of the Ten Great Peaks, the god in charge of all the waters of the world, capable of destroying the world.

"Before I'm ready."

The old man said, "Don't die at Gonggong's hands… Wei Yuan."

"If you die this time, your soul will be scattered."

Wei Yuan nodded, raising his hand. The Chang'an Sword wasn't ready yet, but the time had come to confront Gonggong. In his palm were the Twin Dragon and Tiger Swords, also representing one of the strongest human weapons. The old Daoist, his back to him, whispered with a smile, "Don't worry, I will bring you the power you need."

"For example…"

"Gengchen."

"Hm?!!!"

Wei Yuan turned his head sharply. The old man had already left, carrying the ugly ferocious beast. This ferocious beast was near death and needed immediate treatment. Shenzhou has always repaid kindness and avenged grudges, and they couldn't let it die here. Wei Yuan watched that departing figure.

So you finally admit it…

Old Daoist.

Wei Yuan turned his gaze to Gonggong in front of him, taking a deep breath. The terrifying pressure, absolutely surpassing that of the Great Sun Golden Crow and the Years Yeming, even greater than the pressure that Dijun had brought when he attacked him in the Great Wilderness.

Dijun's move was just a test, even allowing Wei Yuan's swordsmanship to advance further.

Wei Yuan gripped the Dragon and Tiger Swords tightly. Zhang Ruosu was right. Even if he had a good personal relationship with Gonggong before, Gonggong's personality was definitely the type who would go all out on the battlefield, completely annihilating him, erasing his past and present.

His heart began to beat violently again, his blood boiling, his thoughts calm.

Finally, it turned into a loud roar.

After settling Tang Nuannuan, Zhang Hao disregarded his serious injuries and went out to rescue people again.

The Buddhist disciples forcibly resisted the surging river in front of them.

They were slightly stunned, instinctively raising their heads.

The roar, like a dragon's cry, shattered gold and cracked stone. They saw a scorching sword light soaring from the direction of Longhu Mountain, clouds gathering, thunder and fire intertwined. In the midst of the raging thunder, a figure flashed past, the sword's edge seeming to tear through the river in the sky, pointing directly ahead:

"Gonggong!!!"

"Curator Wei…"

Zhang Hao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, then felt a sharp pain in his chest. The Daoist's vision went dark, and he gritted his teeth, silently reciting the Daoist Clear Heart Mantra, slowly standing up, grasping the sword in his hand. Someone next to him worried, "Daoist… you should rest…"

"You've already saved so many people."

"I can't rest yet."

Zhang Hao said, "It's not enough…"

"All of you go back inside the formation. I'll reinforce the formation one more time."

He took a deep breath, using his sword to support his body, walking forward step by step. His vision was faintly darkening, and cracks had appeared in his meridians. This young man, who often freeloaded meals at the museum, gritted his teeth at this moment, continuing to support himself forward.

In this great tribulation of heaven and earth, if even the Daoist disciples ran away, who else would be left?

There were still seventeen formation nodes that needed modification.

No problem, keep going.

He could hold on…

He walked forward step by step, finally completing each formation node. His right hand was almost unable to grip the sword. Forcibly separating the traffic and suppressing the earth's veins had completely exceeded the limit of what a young disciple could do. He didn't notice anything at first, but later, his hundreds of meridians throbbed with pain.

His entire cultivation was probably ruined.

Zhang Hao was already well aware of this in his heart.

At this moment, it was only the last surge of Daoist magic, not yet overflowing from the acupoints. Once it overflowed, he would directly lose his ability to act, but at least while his Daoist magic still existed, he needed to fulfill his duty as a Daoist disciple.

This was the last one… Completing this should be enough to resist the impact of the water system.

Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Daoist, come back quickly!"

"Hurry!"

From inside the formation protection area in front, the voices suddenly became agitated.

But for Zhang Hao, it was as if it came from another world. Heaven and earth were like a layer of glass, everything was blurred and unclear. He raised his head, the edge of the world already darkening.

Huh? What's wrong…

What are they saying?

Why is Nuannuan crying…

The Daoist's consciousness was slow and chaotic.

A crisp sound.

On the Daoist's sword, strands of cracks appeared.

In the Longhu Mountain Ancestral Hall, the wooden tablet hanging here before going down the mountain suddenly shook violently. The wooden tablet named Zhang Hao emitted an unprecedented light, like the last blaze before charcoal burned out, or the final elegy.

The young Daoist turned around and saw a vast water force crashing down on him.

He raised his hand, his five fingers opening subconsciously.

He wanted to cast a spell.

But the world's vitality no longer responded to him.

Zhang Hao of Longhu Mountain—

Died a heroic death here.

Fallen.

……………………

Gu Fu, but suddenly, a crisp voice shouted, like a light piercing through the edge of that blurred world, pulling Zhang Hao's thoughts back—

"Water Control Technique!!!"

The surging water, like a river, was forcibly frozen. Zhang Hao widened his eyes. It was Tang Nuannuan. Impossible. She couldn't possibly have such cultivation. This was almost close to the Daoist Five Thunder Talisman's magic power. How was this possible?

He turned his head.

He saw the child extend her palm, her magic power gathering, transforming into the most basic spell.

Then the line of sight spread, and palm after palm stretched out at the same time, the magic power fluctuations of more than five thousand people, finally resonating. The vast river was forcibly frozen for a breath, like the palms that pulled the Daoist who saved them from the darkness.

And in that one breath, a golden light crashed down. In the midst of the roaring sound, a tall figure stood like an indestructible mountain.

"Retreat!!!"

In the angry shout, the water system was forcibly pushed back. The water spirit naturally nurtured in the water system was smashed to pieces. The nine-ring tin staff, forged from wrought iron and extremely heavy, roared endlessly. Buddhism has bodhisattvas with lowered eyebrows, and also vajras with angry eyes.

Zhang Hao looked at the figure in front of him, opened his mouth, and finally passed out safely. The tall monk sent the Daoist back to a safe place, turned around, looked at the underground water system spreading everywhere, put his hands together, and his voice was calm.

"Amitabha…"

"Only Consciousness Sect, Yuanjue."

The nine-ring tin staff heavily struck the ground, and a vast Buddhist light rose.

Just like Fahai of that year.

The monk slowly opened his mouth:

"Today, I will send you all."

"To the Land of Ultimate Bliss!"

……………………

On Golden Mountain Temple, Xu Xian's true spirit remnant looked at the waters of the human world.

A huge white flood dragon roared and swam. This time, all the water was driven away.

In another direction, a green true dragon roared, forcibly controlling the water system.

As the Jade of the Western Queen Mother led the mountain gods and water gods, dispersing the pressure across the entire Shenzhou.

Inside the museum, the water ghost shrugged, closed the door when going out, and hung a sign.

'Museum is closed today.'

'Please come visit again another day ＼(☆o☆)／.'

'At that time, all the staff of the museum, without exception, will be waiting for your visit.'

……………………

On the coast of the East Sea, Wei Yuan rode the momentum and stared deeply at the human water god Gonggong as he rose up, gathering the slight ripples in his heart, and laughed loudly, "Good!!! You've finally come!"

The sword light wrapped around the lightning, the lightning triggered the storm, and in the midst of the storm, the flames persisted.

One sword, thunder and fire.

The sword move comprehended from tempering his body with thunder and fire was thrust out with a bang.

The water god raised his hand, and the four seas of the human world rose three hundred feet at the same time.

His hands crossed and waved.

Limitless seawater crashed down, each wave possessing the terrifying rotational force to directly tear apart human armed battleships. The thunder and fire sword qi raged horizontally and vertically, splitting apart waves of ocean. With the naked eye, it seemed as if one sword had shattered the East Sea, but the water also submerged the sword qi of the thunder and fire sword.

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, the tiger sword in his palm roaring and hissing.

However, the sword's edge was still three inches away from Gonggong's brow, like an insurmountable gap.

One of the Ten Great Peaks, the water god Gonggong.

The confrontation officially began.

Or rather… it was delaying time at the cost of his life.

'How much time is left?'

Before this, Wei Yuan sent the last message to Bai Ze.

'Thirty minutes!'

'In thirty minutes, without Nüjiao's Shennong Whip, Wei Yuan, don't die.'

I won't die.

A new force seemed to be born on Wei Yuan's sword, spreading forward bit by bit. Then, the water god Gonggong raised his palm and pressed it on Wei Yuan's shoulder, his eyes cold and indifferent, without the slightest bit of mercy.

With a bang.

Wei Yuan was directly blasted into the deepest part of the ocean rift.

The water god Gonggong raised his right hand, his five fingers clenching together.

The water in the air gathered, turning into countless weapons, then his wrist moved down, nonchalantly.

Countless weapons, instantly carrying the power to penetrate mountains and tear the earth, heavily pursued down. Countless currents converged, turning into ferocious beasts that only existed in myths, frantically tearing at the young man. The sword in Wei Yuan's palm roared.

He spun and slashed, killing the ferocious beasts transformed by water, and then, more would appear.

Thirty minutes.

Hold on!

Bai Ze raised his head, his hands crossed. The figure in front of him was a character that absolutely did not exist in history.

With Nüwa soil as the foundation, holding the mighty Tai'a, and the humane Xuanyuan.

The man in front of him was no longer in his thirties, but in his strongest state at twenty-five, his eyes opened:

"How much longer?"

Bai Ze said, "Thirty minutes."

He grinned, a look of madness at being pushed to the brink in his eyes:

"I will let you surpass your former peak!"

The First Emperor? No…

There was a dangerous look in Bai Ze's eyes.

It was the Human Emperor.

Ying Zheng!

ps: Today's first update… three thousand two hundred words