Free Web NovelChapter 484: Chapter 104: Primordial: Old Thing, You Fell for It, Didn’t You?
The Qin Dynasty.
A colossal corpse plummeted from the sky, smashing through the barrier of the world and falling into the Nine Nether.
"That’s..."
The Little Peach Spirit stared blankly as the corpse vanished into the depths of the Nine Nether, tears springing to her eyes. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
"Bro... Brother??"
She let out a piercing wail, tears streaming down her face as if they would never end.
"Brother... Brother!!"
The Little Peach Spirit was so choked with sobs she could not speak.
The entire Human World was plunged into sudden darkness. Li Changgeng and Yang Erlang descended through the void. Ying Zheng stared at the corpse’s fading afterimage, his lips trembling faintly.
Dark clouds swarmed the Celestial Vault as the Heaven-Ascending Ladder crumbled inch by inch. The Kunpeng smashed into the North Netherworld, the Ancestral Dragon plummeted into the North Sea, and Fengdu fell back into the Nine Nether!
The Central Celestial Court shone upon the world once more. In the Celestial Vault of the Four Extremes, four Emperors sat upon their thrones. The countless Immortal Gods, brought forth by the power of Celestial Emperor Lu Ya’s Creation, returned to their posts. Everything began to operate as usual again!
Celestial Emperor Lu Ya lowered his gaze to the sobbing Little Peach Spirit and said with a smile:
"Order must be restored."
He reached out, pointing a finger to annihilate the Little Peach Spirit and cast her into Reincarnation, but a ray of Buddhist light shot out from Spirit Mountain to intercept him!
Sakyamuni Buddha emerged from Spirit Mountain, stood before the Little Peach Spirit, and spoke, his voice cold and sharp:
"Lu Ya, know when to stop."
Celestial Emperor Lu Ya’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he said flatly:
"Shakyamuni, you hold half a Dao Fruit yet have never been enthroned upon it. It is merely a Fake Dao Fruit. What, do you intend to stop me?"
"The same could be said of you."
Sakyamuni Buddha adopted a compassionate expression and said nonchalantly:
"I hold a Dao Fruit but am not enthroned upon it. You, however, are enthroned upon an Illusory Dao Fruit forged from borrowed power. There is little difference between you and I. The distinction is that you can be knocked from your throne. I cannot."
"Heh."
Seven Bronze Fragments appeared in Celestial Emperor Lu Ya’s hand. They intertwined, forming a battered Small Bronze Bell.
Holding the bell in one hand and the Gourd in the other, he radiated killing intent as he plunged into the currents of time, striking out across one past era after another!
Chanting the word ’compassion,’ Sakyamuni Buddha also stepped into countless points in the past, intercepting Lu Ya time and time again!
As the two Dao Fruit holders battled, the River of Time churned without end. At one point, the Great Heaven and Earth itself collapsed, and everything was annihilated!
Every living being died in that instant. The Thirty-Three Celestial Realms collapsed, the Nine Nether was extinguished, and the Human World was torn asunder!
Even Daluo like the Immortal Mother, Kunpeng, Gouchen, and Fengdu were obliterated in that single moment. The River of Time itself began to crumble!
But in the next instant, Shakyamuni and Lu Ya both used their powers to reforge the ruined Great Heaven and Earth. All the dead beings were resurrected, and everything seemed to return to normal.
None but the Daluo knew that they had just died.
The Immortal Mother sighed and murmured:
"How many times has it been? I’ve lost count..."
The Daluo, ancient as they were, had each died a million times over at a minimum. But in the end, everything was always reforged by the will of the Dao Fruits. All other beings would forget the apocalypse had ever happened. Only the Daluo remembered!
Celestial Emperor Lu Ya and Shakyamuni were still locked in a fight to the death, their battle taking them beyond time itself to wage a bloody war in the Great Chaos.
Suddenly, four long swords shot forth, pinning him. The Four Immortal Slaying Swords unleashed their murderous power in unison, annihilating Lu Ya time and again!
"Shang!"
Lu Ya’s head was severed.
"Qing!"
He had only just revived when he was torn limb from limb. freёweɓnovel.com
"Enough!" Lu Ya roared, shaking the battered Small Bronze Bell. He activated his Little Gourd and barely managed to block a single strand of Immortal Slaying Sword Qi, only to have Shakyamuni slap his body into oblivion immediately after!
"You dare kill my disciple!"
The Lame Daoist let out a furious roar:
"Who gave you the audacity!"
His voice was exceptionally resonant, booming across the entire Great Chaos. It was as if he were... making a declaration?
「Meanwhile, in the depths of the Great Chaos.」
Supreme smashed his furnace down on the Blind Daoist. Hearing the Lame Daoist’s furious roar, he ground out through clenched teeth:
"Tell me, how does Shangqing say the word ’disciple’ so damn naturally?!"
CLANG!!
He brought the furnace down again, hard. "Lately, my vision has been blurry. At first, I thought it was an illusion, but then I realized it wasn’t. I even suspected it was a plot by one of the other Dao Fruit holders..."
He paused, then slammed the furnace down again as he demanded:
"The Three Pristine Ones cannot be deceived—except by one of our own! So tell me, is this fog clouding my sight your and Shangqing’s doing?!"
The Blind Daoist, his head spinning from the blows, roared in fury:
"Shangqing is the one saying ’disciple’ so smoothly, and you’re hitting me instead of him??"
He coughed up blood and retorted:
"I’m seeing this fog too! It’s clearly the work of some of our other Fellow Daoists. The Three Pristine Ones are one and the same. Blinding you would be weakening myself. Do you take me for a fool, to do something like that?"
But Supreme was uncharacteristically adamant this time. With two more resounding CLANGS, he demanded:
"Wrong! Even if the other three with Complete Dao Fruits joined forces, they couldn’t blind The Three Pristine Ones! So tell me, if not you two, then who could it be?!"
The Blind Daoist was speechless. Cowering and covering his head, he had a sudden stroke of genius:
"The Demon Ancestor! Her origins are a mystery. She doesn’t possess a Dao Fruit, yet she has Heaven-Reaching Cultivation and can even contend with the likes of us. Why couldn’t it be her?!"
Supreme paused, furnace in hand, and frowned.
"The Demon Ancestor... it’s a possibility. But I’m still leaning toward it being you and Shangqing. Come clean. Did the two of you do something vile to Xiaoxuan?"
"Supreme!!"
The Blind Daoist, now bruised and swollen from another blow of the furnace, was hopping mad.
"Those words of yours... they cut me to the quick! To the quick!!"
He adopted a look of grief and indignation, even ceasing to resist. With an expression of utter despair, he let out a hollow chuckle.
"For how many years, how many ages, have we known each other? Am I the kind of person who would do such a thing? Heh... I never thought..."
The Blind Daoist closed his eyes, utterly disheartened.
"So be it. So be it. Go on and strike me. You can even cut me down. Nothing matters anymore!"
Seeing the Blind Daoist so utterly dejected, Supreme’s heart sank. ’Could it really be the Demon Ancestor? Does this truly have nothing to do with Yuqing and Shangqing?’
