Chapter 318 The World
Chapter 318 The World
"That's exactly what I was thinking." Xie Wanning's Luoze Sword swung rapidly, countless ice blades materializing out of thin air and flying swiftly towards Fusang. The blade tips were as sharp as needles, and wisps of frost rose up, freezing the air instantly wherever they passed, turning into fine ice shards that fell down in a flurry.
"Boom!"
Fusang stomped her right foot on the ground, and golden threads soared, dancing rapidly like agile creatures. They intertwined and entwined, instantly forming a solid wall. The sword blade was blocked, and shards of ice fell to the ground with a rustling sound.
"Now, this is my home turf." Fusang brandished the divine sword in his hand, sending dozens of blades flying, leaving deep scratches on the ground wherever they passed.
Xie Wanning quickly picked up Luo Ze's sword to block, her body taking a few steps back, her back soaked with cold sweat.
Xie Wanning was about to retaliate when she saw Fusang's triumphant smile.
With a flick of his wrist, the Luo Ze sword in his hand emitted a dazzling golden light, splitting into countless points of light. As these points of light swirled around Xie Wan Ning, they collided and connected to form golden threads.
"Not good." Xie Wanning thought to herself, and was about to take off when her ankles were bound by golden threads.
She fell heavily to the ground, and the Luo Ze sword, entangled in golden threads, was forced out of her hand.
Golden threads, like a spider web, enveloped Xie Wanning, tightening their grip until she could not break free.
"Even with the help of a chosen one, Xie Wanning, you can't turn the tide. Because your opponent is me, Fusang—the only god in the cultivation world." Fusang stood proudly between heaven and earth, his hands suddenly spread out, his wide robe sleeves fluttering wildly in the cold wind, like two flags waving indiscriminately. His face was slightly raised, his eyes radiating golden light, as if looking down at the ants beneath his feet.
Xie Wanning struggled with all her might for a few moments, but when she realized it was futile, she closed her eyes in despair, and a ball of phoenix fire appeared before her.
The golden pill wrapped in phoenix fire was a tenth-grade enhancement pill.
Xie Wanning took a deep breath, channeling her spiritual energy to guide the pill. As if it possessed a spirit, the pill slowly floated towards her, lingered briefly at her lips, and then deftly slipped into her mouth.
"Crack!"
In an instant, she gritted her teeth and swallowed hard. The pill burned down her esophagus like a hot coal.
The temperature of the entire divine realm suddenly soared, and a raging fire surged up from beneath Xie Wan Ning's feet without warning, engulfing her entire body. A crimson phoenix appeared on her body.
At the same time, the golden threads binding her could not withstand the high temperature and made a "sizzling" sound. Then, one by one, they broke off and turned into countless golden fragments, losing their golden luster and falling down like a withered yellow.
Xie Wanning was enveloped in a sea of blazing fire, her hair burning with flames, and her crimson eyes were like two burning flames, pure and intense red, without any impurities, as if they could ignite everything in the world.
"No, my golden thread!" Fusang reached out and caught the golden thread that had turned into fragments, his eyes filled with rage.
No one can escape His control, no one.
Fusang sped away, gripping the divine sword tightly in his hand, flying towards Xie Wanning like a golden meteor.
"Phoenix, fly! Purify with fire and destroy the enemy!" Xie Wanning pointed to Fusang, her voice filled with an irresistible seriousness.
A clear and resounding phoenix cry ripped through the sky, its powerful roar seemingly capable of shattering the earth. The phoenix spread its enormous wings, wreathed in flames, and like a burning meteorite, it swooped down towards Fusang with overwhelming force.
Fusang raised his hand to block, but the flames tore at his robes, and the intense pain burned his body. He struggled instinctively, only to find himself sinking into a quagmire. The more he moved, the more fiercely the flames burned.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning flesh. Fusang in front of her was dyed blood red by the firelight. Xie Wanning looked at Fusang, who was struggling helplessly, and saw that there was no longer arrogance and contempt in those golden eyes, but fear and unease.
Fusang is no longer a lofty god; He wants to personally experience the pain He once inflicted on Xie Wanning.
"Xie Wanning, I... I'll kill you!" Fusang cried out in anguish, throwing the divine sword in her hand.
At the same time, a divine power erupted from Fusang.
The flames ceased to burn, there was no sound, even the cold wind stopped, and the entire divine realm fell into a deathly silence.
Xie Wanning was suddenly startled; she discovered that she couldn't move her body at all. There was no breathing, no heartbeat, spiritual energy ceased to flow, and the entire divine realm was frozen in time.
Fusang limped out of the flames, and the divine sword, like a golden lightning bolt, tore through the still air and flew out with a whoosh. The sword left a trail of afterimages, and a sharp whistling sound filled the air, as if the sword was roaring in anger.
The divine sword drew ever closer to Xie Wanning, its momentum unstoppable.
Neither the Luoze Sword nor the defensive magic array were able to remain stationary and were completely ineffective.
With a whoosh, the sword shot straight at Xie Wanning like a deadly streak of light, splattering blood everywhere. The immense impact sent her flying several meters away, the sword's tip still trembling slightly, emitting a buzzing echo, as if announcing the victory of the attack.
Time flowed on once more. Fusang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and walked with proud strides toward Xie Wanning.
Xie Wanning, while supporting herself against the wall, stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Xie Wanning, you've lost." Fusang grabbed the hilt of the sword and plunged it deep into Xie Wanning's body, pinning her to the wall.
Xie Wanning raised her eyes, no longer caring about her wounds, and looked at Fusang's ferocious face. A question that had troubled her for a long time finally came to her lips: "Fusang, how can someone as cold and ruthless as you become the Heavenly Dao? You treat human life as worthless, you don't care about the lives of mortals and cultivators, you only care about the illusory position of the Supreme God. Is the life and death of all things in the world nothing more than a meaningless farce in your eyes?"
This is not only Xie Wanning's question, but also the thought of countless people who died in natural disasters, were dragged into schemes for generations, and ultimately did not have a good end.
Why should the cruel and tyrannical people of Fusang be allowed to become the Way of Heaven?
They are seen as ants, their lives are worthless. Are they born to suffer, unable even to decide their own death?
"You don't understand. I don't care about this small world. I only want to become the supreme god and decide the life and death of all worlds. Hahaha! Everyone can only grovel at my feet." Fusang laughed loudly, as if he had already become the supreme god who controlled everything.
Xie Wanning sighed softly, her eyes filled with an unfathomable darkness.
She lamented the injustices suffered by all cultivators and mortals, and was even more indignant at the devastating disaster that Fusang had brought to the entire cultivation world.
One hundred and first generation.
It's not just Xie Wanning's path to survival, but a dirge for the entire cultivation world's struggle for survival.
That's enough. Let's not let this tragedy happen again.
"Fusang, do you know that there is always something missing wherever the sun shines?"
"what?"
"It's a shadow."
Even the tiniest speck of dust can cast a shadow in the sunlight.
A sharp glint flashed in Xie Wanning's eyes.
next moment.
"Clap!"
A puppet fell to the ground, while Fusang was held back by Luo Ze's sword.
"Well then, now it's my turn to shine."
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