Free Web NovelChapter 1191: Chapter 648: Light Candle Land (Triple Bonus Chapter)
The raging wind swept smoke and dust in rolling waves, casting the entire Dragon Tail City low, passing through with smoky darkness before suddenly the light scattered and illuminated everything.
Where it went, darkness vanished completely, and for a moment, half of the city shone as bright as day.
"You all killed my master before, and now you come to kill me?!"
The Supreme’s voice squeezed out under the mask, hoarse and distorted, full of resentment and madness,
"Our path is clearly the Righteous Path, what she seeks is the purity that transcends life and death! You hypocritical guardians, why block her?!"
"Why are you so obstinate?"
Gongsun Guan stood at the center of the aura, his voice calm yet piercing to the Divine Soul,
"Ming Venerable is the Lord of Great Light, but your master claimed that light and dark are one, bright nature is wisdom, dark nature is ignorance, three realms separated by light and dark. Back then, she and I debated endlessly with no consensus, yet she believed in a time within the middle and latter realms when one could replace the gods. How is this not blasphemy against Ming Venerable?"
"Shut up! Hypocrite!"
The Supreme bellowed fiercely,
"Are you truly unaware of the reason, or pretending to be mad? Clearly, you are the one who wishes to blaspheme Ming Venerable!"
Gongsun Guan sighed lightly, then raised his hand, causing the aura to ripple outward, and the vast darkness first trembled, then shattered layer by layer like glass.
The Supreme sharply withdrew force, the pitch-black figure trembling violently in front of the aura, enduring immense pain, beneath the mask, extreme hatred and madness were tinged with an indescribable confusion and fatigue.
Soon, that confusion was replaced by a resolute determination akin to burning both jade and stone.
"Since this muddy world cannot tolerate our way, since even you intend to obstruct my pursuit of my mentor..." The Supreme’s voice sank, carrying a chilling calmness, "Then let us perish together in silence."
He suddenly spread his arms, assuming a sacrificial posture, and raised his face to the sky.
"Yin and Yang unite, all sounds silence."
A sound akin to a Spell from the Nine Netherworld exploded from his throat.
A burst of void-like silence originating from the initial Chaos erupted instantly from the Supreme’s body, his pitch-black robes shattered inch by inch, revealing a shriveled figure. On his body, lines as black as ink and glowing darkly suddenly lit up, frantically winding and spreading like living snakes.
His body swelled violently, his skin bore countless fine cracks, within which was not flesh and blood, but seemingly boundless darkness.
"Assistant General! That is..." Yang Chongwei, who was supported, turned pale with horror, the soldiers’ faces drained of color.
From afar, Chen Yi’s pupils contracted sharply, wanting to retreat, but his body remained rigid.
For the first time, a slight ripple crossed Gongsun Guan’s calm face, seemingly a sigh of anticipation, he maintained the light shield, neither retreating nor evading.
Boom.
The Supreme’s body, like a leather bag filled with ink, exploded.
There was no loud sound, only a stifled suffocation, as if the whole world had its nose and mouth covered. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Endless darkness, like a broken dam, swept across thousands of feet in an unimaginable speed, extinguishing light, silencing sound, and stagnating air as it went.
The monumental body of the official puppet was the first to be engulfed by the ink color, its scarlet gaze flickered and vanished, followed by Yang Chongwei and the terrified soldiers, their figures like candle flames entering a cold pond, without a chance to scream before they too disappeared into the boundless darkness.
Chen Yi felt darkness completely envelop him, his five senses blurred instantly, he attempted to summon the Sword Intent World, but even the sword intent was consumed within, as he struggled to maintain consciousness, he tried to shield Qin Qingluo.
Then all senses vanished, as if falling into an eternal void abyss.
He continuously sank, akin to descending into an icy, silent deep sea, his consciousness wrapped in boundless dark silence, myriad bizarre dreamscapes flashing in his mind: rotating dice at a gambling den, the light in Wu Meng’s muddled eyes, the Chief Envoy’s resentment, Qin Qingluo’s cold brows... finally stopping at Gongsun Guan’s deep gaze... then, all scenes were swallowed by darkness.
When the darkness dispersed entirely, in the night sky,
only a soft golden aura remained.
Gongsun Guan stood calmly, as the darkness that consumed everything touched the aura, it was silently dissolved, unable to penetrate at all.
He was like a solitary lamp in the boundless ink sea.
He floated quietly in the night sky, his pure white robes untainted by a speck of dust, his gaze slowly sweeping across this Dragon Tail City.
Chen Yi was nowhere to be seen.
Qin Qingluo was nowhere to be seen.
Yang Chongwei was nowhere to be seen.
The Forbidden Army Soldiers were nowhere to be seen.
The official puppet was nowhere to be seen.
All that was visible was Dragon Tail City, the whole city fell into silence, in back alleys and streets, no one dared breathe.
On Gongsun Guan’s gentle face like jade, there wasn’t a trace of worry, instead... a faint smile slowly emerged.
That smile carried a hint of understanding, a hint of expectation, even... a barely perceptible sense of relief.
"Very good, very good."
A whisper, barely audible, dissipated in endless silence.
Just then, Gongsun Guan turned his eyes, catching a gleam, piercing through the silent night sky.
It wasn’t from Gongsun Guan’s aura, but from even higher and farther... beyond the heavens.
A meteor, trailing a slender light tail, slanted across the deep night sky,
In the sixth year of Huanglong, on September 5th,
A star fell at Nanwei, its light trailing three thousand miles.
............
Southern Border, Gaoliang Mountain.
Though the landscape here is not extraordinary, it possesses a unique spirit of tranquility and scenic beauty. At dawn, thin fog like gauze wraps around the verdant forest, streams flow gently, birds chirp softly, the air is filled with the fragrance of flora, Spiritual Energy abundant, far surpassing ordinary famous mountains and rivers.
Taichua Goddess Yin Weiyin, dressed in simple and elegant blue clothes, stood atop a smooth stone at the mountain’s peak, her garments fluttering lightly.
"This place is abundant in Spiritual Energy, the mountains and rivers form an extraordinary scene, with a hidden circulation of the Dao’s resonance... truly a blessed place for cultivation, reminiscent of the ancient cave heavens." She murmured softly, her gaze clear as a spring, "If one were to Dual Cultivate with a Daoist companion here, cultivation would advance rapidly by leaps and bounds... Chen Yi, why have you not come yet?"
