Free Web NovelAs far as the eye could see, everything had descended into chaos.
The sky, which should have been dim and lightless, was dyed with dazzling colors by the battle of the two Calamity-level monsters.
The deafening explosions, the heart-wrenching cries, the regretful sighs of those who hadn't had time to make a wish... various sounds constantly emerged in his ears. Fang Ji stood in the center of the ruined Yumen Pass city, staring somewhat blankly at everything that was happening.
This was completely different from what he had expected!
As the Shaman King appeared and raised his spear of slaughter towards the First Generation Miracle Saint, the entire Yumen Pass gradually collapsed in their battle.
This battle interrupted the ritual where “every wish could be realized in every corner illuminated by the miracle radiance.” At least one-fifth of the people or urban legend within Yumen Pass hadn't had time to make a wish.
And before this one-fifth of people or urban legend could complete their wishes, the desire to end the First Generation Miracle Saint's life, through the oath he made before falling into slumber, became even more unattainable.
What was this?
An action intended to eliminate a huge potential threat to the entire world had now become the starting point for a terrible Disaster?
The faint crunching of footsteps on rubble sounded from the distant ruins. Fang Ji looked in the direction of the sound and saw a disheveled, ragged figure.
He scrutinized him carefully for a moment before recognizing that the person was Elder Shem, the Miracle Order Elder he had known the longest.
Shem didn't know what he had experienced in the past period, but he looked decades older.
The person he carried on his back, covered in blood and flesh, whose life or death couldn't be determined, could only be guessed to be Saleh, the young man who often followed Shem, had deep affection for him, and regarded him as both a teacher and a father, based on his physique and Shem's words.
Saleh's condition was likely due to being caught in the aftermath of the Shaman King and First Generation Miracle Saint's battle.
The residual impact of two Calamity-level beings fighting was difficult for even an A-level Spirit Ability User to withstand, let alone Saleh, whose Spiritual Energy fluctuation level was only B Level.
And in the current Yumen Pass, almost every moment, lives were being lost in the same way as Saleh.
If the battle between the Shaman King and the First Generation Miracle Saint continued longer, until the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate completely collapsed, then even more people from a city, or even a country, would suffer the same fate.
“Oh, miracle flower! May your fragrant grace have mercy and help this child Saleh overcome this tribulation...” Shem kept repeating these words, his voice echoing through the ruins.
Fang Ji couldn't bear to look at Elder Shem's expression and could only close his eyes in a silent sigh.
At a time like this, he still believed in a miracle?
It was simply too ridiculous! As absurd as some highly ironic fable.
But... just half an hour ago, wasn't he the same as him? Fang Ji thought.
He suddenly realized he had made a mistake, and a very serious one at that.
Although the oath made by the First Generation Miracle Saint before his slumber could indeed kill him, in a sense, that oath was also a deception.
After all, to realize the wish of having the First Generation Miracle Saint end his own life, all other wishes of people and urban legend illuminated by the miracle radiance must first be fulfilled. And in this process, too many unforeseen circumstances could occur, thereby affecting the realization of the “final wish.”
If he could start over...
The instant the thought of “wanting to start over” flashed through his mind, his vision suddenly twisted with light and shadow. When his sight became clear again, he saw the Shaman King stepping on a crimson “staircase” leading to the sky, walking towards the First Generation Miracle Saint.
Fang Ji stood rooted, facing the falling golden light “rain,” looking up at the sky, lost in thought.
He wondered if it was an illusion, but he always felt that he had seen that scene in the sky somewhere before...
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A moment ago, on the other side.
“Are you sure you're not going to interfere?” Bai Kai pointed to the sky, asking Lord Bing with some anger, “This is no longer something you can just sit back and watch, is it?”
In the sky.
Illusory gates rose from the golden light. Beyond the open doors, countless materialized birds, accompanied by a refreshing fragrance, flew out.
On the other side, a figure clad in dark armor drove a crimson chariot, his iron light crisscrossing, emitting a mournful howl.
Finally, the birds and the iron light converged, triggering a violent explosion. With a sudden roar, countless streaks of light poured down like a torrential rain onto the earth.
Upon contact with those “raindrops,” whether golden or red, the living beings on the ground—be they Psychic, urban legend, or some peculiar vegetation stubbornly surviving in the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate—their bodies immediately smoked and rapidly decayed as if they had come into contact with highly concentrated sulfuric acid.
The battle seemed to have reached its climax. The Spiritual Energy residue generated by this battle stimulated a high-intensity Night Watch erosion, rapidly taking away lives consumed by the flames of battle.
And even more terrifying changes could only be perceived by Lord Bing, who was also a Calamity, and Bai Kai, who had forcibly elevated his strength to a pseudo-Calamity.
Through their spiritual senses, which surpassed those of most Psychic and urban legend, they detected that as the battle progressed, a power was continuously peeling away from the body of the monster suspected to be the Shaman King, integrating into the First Generation Miracle Saint’s body. It seemed to be fusing with his authority, yet also seemed to be eroding him.
But in either case, Bai Kai and Lord Bing would find it difficult to achieve their initial goal of reaping the benefits.
If the current trend continued, when that power completely peeled away from the Shaman King's body, the scales of victory would tip towards the First Generation Miracle Saint. And after the First Generation Miracle Saint successfully killed the Shaman King, he would likely become a new urban legend under the influence of that power.
This new urban legend might not only surpass the First Generation Miracle Saint in strength, but also, like the First Generation Miracle Saint, possess partial control over the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate.
At that time, even if all the Guardians of the Night Watch were deployed, it would be difficult to stop the new urban legend from causing destruction in a short period.
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That level of urban legend could already be considered a doomsday-creating urban legend. The last comparable urban legend appeared in records left by a The Torch Bearers more than two hundred years ago. frёewebnoѵēl.com
The birth of that urban legend not only caused the Tambora volcanic eruption, plunging the entire Asian region into severe climate Disasters, which in turn triggered wars and caused irreversible harm to the survival of ordinary people, but also led to a serious generational gap in the peak strength of Psychic and urban legend.
According to research by some Night Watch members specializing in ancient Spiritual Energy history, although the peak strength of Psychic and urban legend began to decline in the late 16th century, with almost no high-level Psychic or urban legend being born.
However, it wasn't until the early 18th century, when that urban legend was born, that the century-long decline finally ended.
After that generational gap, it took nearly another hundred years for A-Level or higher Psychic or urban legend to begin appearing, and beings close to Calamity-level strength only gradually emerged nearly one hundred and fifty years later.
But...
Even if he foresaw the outcome of the battle between the Shaman King and the First Generation Miracle Saint, what could he do now? Lord Bing wondered.
As he pondered, Bai Kai suddenly raised his sword and stepped forward, saying indignantly, “Do you know why you can never catch up to my Senior Brother? It's because you're always like this, indecisive and overthinking!”
“If you ask me, when encountering such a thing, a man's mind only needs to think of one word: Charge!”
After saying that, Bai Kai murmured, “Looking back, I point to Yin Mountain, killing intent forms a yellow cloud,” and walked forward with his sword raised.
He knew what Lord Bing was hesitating about.
Without control over the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate, stopping the battle before the Shaman King and the First Generation Miracle Saint both suffered heavy losses was almost impossible.
However... there was the simplest and most brutal way to gain control over the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate: to seize it from the First Generation Miracle Saint.
Others might not be able to do it, but as a member of the Yumen Sand Sea lineage, he had the possibility of trying.
In fact, Bai Kai knew that the method Lu Ming had once attempted to lift the Yumen Pass curse on the Yumen Sand Sea lineage was to seize control of the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate from key urban legend within Yumen Pass.
Unfortunately, when Lu Ming infiltrated Yumen Pass at that time, there was no urban legend like the First Generation Miracle Saint for Lu Ming to plunder, so he turned his attention to finding other avenues.
Watching Bai Kai's retreating figure, Lord Bing frowned, hesitating whether to follow him, when suddenly, a distortion of light and shadow appeared before his eyes.
When his vision became clear again, he saw the scene of the Shaman King's recent clash with the First Generation Miracle Saint.
Watching the two figures constantly colliding in the sky, Lord Bing's mood gradually grew heavy.
He found that he could “predict” the movements of those two figures, as if he had already witnessed it once before somewhere...
What was strange to him was that he seemed to have known how this battle would develop, yet it had strangely returned to its starting point.
Immediately after, when he tried to recall more details, various details about this battle became blurred in his mind.
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“Hey, hey, don't sleep, get up and have something to eat and drink?”
Hearing the call, Gu Qianqian awoke from her coma and opened her eyes.
Upon seeing Ji Yunpei's nervous expression, she paused, a look of confusion appearing in her eyes.
She clearly remembered that a few seconds ago, a woman had a sword at her neck, but when she came to, she was here.
Who was that woman?
Gu Qianqian tried to recall the woman's face, but her memory strangely became blurred.
She only remembered that the woman was very beautiful, familiar to her, and wielded a longsword.
Combining these elements...
There's no mistake, it must be the Disaster's doing!
However, just as she decided the identity of the woman who had held a sword to her neck was the Disaster, she suddenly realized that she couldn't remember what the Disaster had done to her.
Was she attacked?
If it was the Disaster, it would be normal, right? freeweɓnovel.cѳm
She's so bad!
As Gu Qianqian was thinking, a spoon holding egg fried rice was suddenly brought to her mouth, interrupting her thoughts.
“Eat quickly! I think you're quite pitiful.” Ji Yunpei instructed, “But don't tell them I gave it to you after you've eaten.”
Gu Qianqian looked at Ji Yunpei, then at the egg ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) fried rice offered to her mouth. After two seconds of hesitation, she began to eat heartily.
Although the system had warned her countless times not to eat enemy food, she needed strength to work, and to escape the Disaster's God Kingdom Prototype, she had to fill her stomach first!
Moreover, this Miss wouldn't harm her...
There was no specific reason, but Gu Qianqian's intuition told her so.
At the same time, her intuition also told her that after escaping the Disaster's God Kingdom Prototype, she should look at nothing, care about nothing, and just turn and run.
Where she ran didn't matter, as long as she didn't stay put...
