thefictionvixens Chapter 64 The Collapse of North China
Chapter 64 The Collapse of North China
Chapter 64 The Collapse of North China
Lu Linglong was struck dumb, abruptly turning her gaze from the sky to her mother's direction. Her boundless despair instantly transformed into a frantic, desperate plea, like someone grasping at a straw. She cried out desperately to the two illusory figures in the air, visible only to her: "I don't care who you are, gods or monsters! Please! Save my mother! I'll agree to any condition if you can save her! I'll do anything you ask! My life, Lu Linglong's life, is yours from now on!!!"
Zhou Yi's self-illumination swept downwards along her cries, clearly revealing the atrocities committed by the lake. However, his expression remained largely unchanged, calmly stating, "They are nothing more than two insignificant supernatural beings. Since you were able to activate the Same Month Token and see me as I am now, then this calamity can no longer be called a calamity."
The era he lived in was decades before Lu Linglong's present moment. This meant that as long as "he" made a decision at this moment, "he" in the future would have ample time to prepare and plan, planting the "cause" to resolve this calamity in the very place where Lu Linglong was facing this tribulation. In other words, right now, around Lu Linglong, even in the soil beside her and beneath her feet, there were likely already buried "effects" from the "past," waiting to be triggered.
The key to everything lies in the present moment, in the single thought that arises at this very moment.
"I will leave behind a means to help you overcome this calamity in the soil beneath you," Zhou Yi said calmly.
"You have never cultivated, possess no magical power, and are unfamiliar with magic." He continued his analysis, like a strategist deducing a chess game. "Then, in the future, I will need to improve the way of talismans and create a talisman that can survive safely for decades, can only be activated with your blood, and is powerful enough to instantly kill these two people, 'Great Divine Power Talisman'."
His words seemed to possess a strange power, clearly mapping the plans of the "future" onto the "present": "At this moment you are wounded, your blood soaking the soil. A drop of blood will drip from the mud, landing precisely on the great magical talisman that was previously placed beneath the earth—"
He spoke slowly, each word clear and distinct.
Its name is: Three Truths - Scattered King Sword Formation!
Lu Linglong listened in a daze.
This man, who called himself Zhou Yi, was describing something logically possible but absurd in reality, in such a calm and confident tone: he was about to plant a seed of life for himself in the "past." But could these few words alone really bring forth the long-prepared Scattered King Sword Formation at this very moment?
The night wind brushed against her blood-stained, sticky hair, bringing a bone-chilling cold.
A huge, dizzying sense of unreality gripped her. Perhaps, this bizarre conversation before her...
The phantom in the sky that only she could see was truly just a last, absurd consolation and hallucination woven by her mind before her complete mental breakdown under the pressure of excruciating pain, fear, and despair.
However, just as the guiding words that transcended time and space were finished, a sudden change occurred!
Without warning, a ray of extremely pure and dazzling golden light burst forth from the deepest part of the cold mud beneath Lu Linglong's feet, which was soaked with her own blood! The light was initially only the size of a bean, but it suddenly expanded the moment it broke through the soil, as if a miniature sun had been buried there and was now breaking free from the earth's constraints!
The light was so intense that it not only illuminated Lu Linglong's pale, blood-stained face, but also overshadowed the pale moonlight over the entire lakeside, revealing in detail the horrified faces of Lu's mother and the two assailants, one tall and one short, standing just inches away. All four—the girl on the verge of collapse, the desperate mother, and the cruel perpetrators—were stunned by this incomprehensible, overwhelming golden light. Their movements and thoughts froze, and they could only stare blankly, involuntarily, at the core of the light source—
A single, pure, almost burning golden particle of light slowly rose from the blood-stained earth, as if supported by an invisible hand. Its ascent was slow, yet carried an ancient and solemn rhythm.
Those are not light particles.
As it was completely freed from the soil's cover, its true form was finally revealed: it was a talisman.
Roughly the size of a palm, its base color is a somber, dark red, like dried blood, as if bearing the weight of countless years. Upon this blood-red surface, intricate, dazzling golden patterns flow and are etched. These patterns are not rigid depictions, but rather flow and change on their own, containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth and an unparalleled aura of slaughter. The talisman's texture is strange, neither paper nor silk, but more like solidified amber, translucent throughout, seemingly sealing flowing flames and miniature stars within. Under the interplay of moonlight and its own radiance, it exudes a warm, jade-like luster, yet also radiates a chilling, all-consuming, and indestructible aura.
It hovered silently, eventually stopping at the same height as Lu Linglong's blood-stained gaze, as if waiting, or perhaps scrutinizing.
sword.
The instant her gaze met the amber blood talisman, an endless array of illusions exploded in Lu Linglong's mind—no, in the very depths of her consciousness! These weren't simple images of light and shadow, but perceptions directly imprinted on her soul—countless colossal divine swords, formed purely from radiant golden light, tore through the heavens and crashed down from the highest clouds! Each sword carried the will of judgment, the aura of annihilation, and a majestic yet utterly cold and ruthless majesty! It was as if even a fraction of the power of a single sword could be enough to reduce this lakeside, and indeed the entire city, to dust!
"not good!!!"
The short man was, after all, a seasoned and experienced superhuman. Although he couldn't understand the origin or principle of the talisman, the sudden, overwhelming sense of impending death, almost freezing his soul, screamed wildly in his mind a thousand times faster than any rational thought! Without the slightest hesitation, the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything. He even abandoned thought, his right fist bulging with muscles, compressing all his strength and power to the extreme, creating a gust of wind as he viciously lunged straight for Lu Linglong's vital point in the back! His thought was simple and direct: whatever this thing was, destroying this girl might stop it!
At the same time, although Lu Linglong was equally bewildered by the suddenly appearing talisman, a mysterious connection was established the instant they "met." It wasn't through language or thought, but rather a primal, blood-related, or soul-level resonance. She "knew" she could "use" it, as if the talisman was created specifically for her current desperate situation, awaiting her command to transform the world-destroying sword shadow in her mind into a real judgment!
Even more strangely, her vision seemed to be suddenly detached from her body, rising infinitely higher! The entire lakeside, villa, forest, and lake transformed into a miniature sand table model beneath her feet; all the figures, locations, and movements became incredibly clear, yet incredibly tiny. This perception beyond reason brought the illusion of controlling the whole situation—such a small world, such fragile creatures.
From this vantage point above, she saw her mother's clothes almost completely torn, her exposed skin trembling in the night wind, her face streaked with tears, blood, and boundless humiliation and pain, yet she still struggled and screamed with her last ounce of strength—
The fear that had accumulated tonight, the bewilderment at the onslaught of this unfamiliar world, the pain and humiliation I was experiencing, and the even greater suffering my mother was enduring and that was about to befall me—all these emotions exploded like ignited explosives, breaching the last dam of hesitation and reason.
"All of you—die!!!!"
She let out a roar that was a mixture of despair, anger and hatred, pouring all her overwhelming emotions into the suspended amber blood talisman!
hum! ! !
The talisman moved instantly!
But it didn't explode or burn; instead, like a blooming golden lotus, it suddenly transformed into a golden sphere of light, no bigger than a fist, yet so intensely bright it was impossible to look directly at. The sphere wasn't chaotic inside. Upon closer inspection, if someone could look directly at it at that moment, they would discover a miniature scene within: countless tiny yet incredibly solid, golden flying sword phantoms, following some profound trajectory imbued with the principles of the Great Dao, were swirling, weaving, and clashing around the center at astonishing speed. Each slight collision stirred up even more dazzling particles of light and a chilling, sharp clang!
The moment of preparation is all it takes.
The next moment—
With Lu Linglong at the center, the peace was completely shattered!
The sphere of light suddenly expanded, not simply in size, but in all directions, shooting forth endless, condensed golden sword beams in every possible dimension! It wasn't light, but a manifestation of highly concentrated sword intent and killing intent! Each sword beam was a miniature "Scattered King Sword," not flying haphazardly, but subtly forming a solemn, vast, and anciently majestic three-dimensional sword array! The sword light was as dense as a sudden rainstorm, as swift as lightning, and as ruthless as the laws of nature, instantly weaving into a deadly net of absolute destruction, leaving no blind spots. Its target was clear and pure: to annihilate everything within the array's range that harbored malice towards Lu Linglong!
The night sky was completely ignited at that moment.
The once cool moonlight paled in comparison, and the entire lakeside was illuminated as if daytime had arrived, yet it possessed a thousand times more golden brilliance and a chilling aura. The lake surface was no longer a smooth mirror, but rather a boiling reflection of countless crisscrossing golden streaks, like a grand and cruel meteor shower shooting backward from the lake's bottom to the heavens, or like a merciless god from the heavens hurling a thunderous sword of judgment upon the mortal realm.
Just then, two figures swiftly reached the outer edge of the lakeside area. They were Xu San from North China, known as "All-Knowing," who had rushed over after receiving the alarm, and Feng Baobao, who had come with him.
Before the two could even get a clear look at the situation, or even conceal themselves, they simultaneously looked up, their pupils contracting sharply, their faces instantly filled with disbelief and shock—
They witnessed a sight they would never forget: a magnificent, imposing, and seemingly ancient mythical sword formation suddenly unfolded without warning on the tranquil lakeside of the residential area, replacing the night sky. Even from a distance, the overwhelming power of the swords made their skin sting and their souls tremble.
Immediately afterwards, their vision was completely overwhelmed by the pure, domineering golden sword light that filled every corner of the world.
too fast!
There was no time to react. Both Xu San's attempt to manipulate telekinesis and Feng Baobao's instinctive action of drawing her sword were frozen in the initial stage. The sword light, which seemed to be overwhelming and should have a sweeping process, actually defied common sense. It was as if the sword was already upon them the moment they had a thought.
There was no loud noise, no impact.
Not even the slightest premonition of pain or danger arose.
Only a fleeting, icy touch, as if gently brushed by the purest destructive intent, pierced through their bodies in an instant, as if they and the surrounding space were merely phantoms within this golden sea of swords.
Where the sword's edge passed, no trace remained; only the brilliance that illuminated the heavens and earth and the bone-chilling coldness were etched into the depths of their senses.
"?!?"
At that moment, Xu San had only one thought in his mind: the sky had fallen over North China.
I'm starting this thread alone, begging for monthly tickets and rewards!!!
The one-person story continues the original work, with deciphering as the main theme. It is told from Lu Linglong's perspective in the modern era, supplemented by the perspective of Zhou Yi in the Republic of China. The early part may be very mysterious.
There will definitely be people who don't like this writing style, but there's nothing I can do; the author's abilities are limited.