mtl008 Chapter 243 Xuannv 108
Chapter 243 Xuannv 108
Emperor Donghua's eyes were burning with anger, and his usually calm face was slightly twisted by anger. He shouted into the void: "You are always so hard-hearted, I refuse to accept it! I, Donghua, should personally steer the fate of my life." After that, he drew out the Cang He Sword, and in a flash, he stood in front of the faintly fluorescent Sansheng Stone. He held the hilt of the sword tightly, and his knuckles turned bluish white due to excessive force, as if he wanted to pour all the anger and unwillingness in his body into this peerless sword.
The movement of his sword created a fierce sound of wind, and he carved the word "Jiao Jiao" on the Sansheng Stone with all his heart and soul. Each sword mark seemed like a lonely and courageous attempt to cut the throat of fate, wanting to embed the name he had been thinking about day and night firmly into the stone crevice beside him. The stone chips fell and shimmered like tears in the dim light, but the name that had just taken shape was like the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror. In the blink of an eye, it quietly retreated, leaving no trace of comfort.
Donghua's chest heaved violently, he gasped, the unwillingness in his eyes almost turned into reality: "Why? Mo Yuan made such a mistake back then, but you still allowed Shao Wan to accompany him and fulfill their relationship; Zheyan only needed to say lightly that he didn't want to be in charge, and he could retire to the world and live freely. Why is it that when it comes to me, rules become shackles, and responsibilities are as heavy as a thousand pounds? I gave up countless joys and guarded the world alone to ensure peace year after year, but in the end, I can't even keep a loved one, and I have to give up everything I have endlessly! Where is justice?" The questioning voice pierced through the clouds and mist, echoing in the valley, startling the dormant spirit birds around, fluttering their wings and fleeing, leaving Donghua with a heart full of sorrow, imprisoned by this unsolvable fate.
The wind blew by with a sob, ruffling Donghua's silver hair wantonly, and the strands of hair fluttered in disorder, just like his broken heart at the moment. He looked at the Sansheng Stone, which had become cold and emotionless again, and his arm became weak. The Cang He sword fell to the ground with a clang, and the sound was sad, just like the broken and unwilling wail of this respected god. For a moment, the Emperor Donghua, who was so powerful in the three realms, seemed like a child lost in the maze of fate, and his body was shrouded in layers of loneliness and confusion.
Donghua's body trembled slightly, and the determination in his eyes seemed to burn all obstacles in the world. He closed his eyes tightly, and opened them suddenly after a moment, resolutely urging the immortal energy in his body. A powerful force wrapped in the severe pain of tearing his heart, forcing the hot blood in his heart out. The bright red blood beads gathered into a line, winding down along the slender fingertips, and every drop that fell on the cold Sansheng Stone was soaked with a small piece of dazzling red, like a weeping blood lament.
At the same time, Donghua's body was blazing with light, and his divine power was like a surging tide, rushing down his arm to his fingertips, merging with the blood in his heart. He leaned down, and his fingers were like the most pious carver, sketching on the hard and ruthless Sansheng Stone stroke by stroke, and every trace was filled with his deep attachment to Jiaojiao. In the flickering light, the word "Jiaojiao" gradually emerged, and a strange soft halo appeared on the stone surface, as if this deep affection touched a touch of warmth between heaven and earth.
But the giant hand of fate clenched tightly in an instant, not allowing any resistance. The halo suddenly extinguished, and the name that just exuded the warmth of hope seemed to be sucked into a black hole, twisting and disintegrating rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it completely dissipated into nothingness, leaving only a cold and dead silence. Donghua's pupils contracted sharply, and his hands reached forward uncontrollably, as if he wanted to take back the name that was taken away from him from the void. However, he could not touch anything except nothingness.
"Why? Why treat me so cruelly!" Donghua looked up at the sky and roared at the top of his lungs. His roar pierced through the clouds and shook the surrounding spiritual energy. Tears mixed with wet blood and sweat crisscrossed his face. "I was moved. Is this a punishment? Just because I had a moment's thought and erased my own name, I have to be eaten by lovesickness for endless years. I can't get it and can't let it go! I regret it. I regret it so much that my intestines are turning green. Why, why!" His legs softened and his back leaned heavily against the Three Lives Stone. The emperor who used to be so powerful was now just a poor man who was tortured by emotional injuries. In the sky, thick thunderclouds rolled layer by layer, like spectators watching coldly, silently and indifferently watching Donghua's grief.
After an unknown amount of time, Donghua straightened his back again. He took a deep breath and slowly stood up. His eyes ignited a fierce flame of determination from the bottom of the valley of despair. "Since you can't let her name remain, I will erase mine as well! You and I are not on this Sansheng Stone, let's see what other tricks you can use!" After saying this, he drew out the Cang He Sword and raised it high above his head. The sword was shining coldly under the lightning. The next moment, accompanied by a roar, the Cang He Sword, with the momentum of destroying the world, fiercely chopped at his own name engraved on the Sansheng Stone.