He's Here
As the Second Hall's voice fell, the Lord of Wuji's eyebrows rose slightly.
This Lord of Wuji, who had almost never had emotional fluctuations since his awakening, looked at the Second Hall with some surprise at this moment, not knowing what he was thinking.
"You speak very well.
However, as for future matters, I can think of a way later... As long as I achieve Immortality, I will have endless time to think about this question."
The next moment, the Lord of Wuji appeared in front of the Second Hall. A pair of crimson Philosopher's Stones were embedded between his eyebrows, like a pair of eyes that saw through everything.
"...Now, I need the Philosopher's Stone."
The Lord of Wuji's palm gently grasped towards the Second Hall's Picture Frame. His movement clearly looked effortless, but it was as uncatchable as lightning.
The Second Hall was a Rank 8 after all, not to the extent of being instantly killed like those Rank 7s. Countless abstract shapes churned out from within the Picture Frame, instantly drowning the Lord of Wuji's figure!
Boom——!!
Rolling thick smoke churned from the shattered abstract array. A Picture Frame flew backwards from the smoke and dust like a meteor. One-third of its frame had already been transformed into gold, and the abstract human face within it also flickered brightly and dimly.
In just a single encounter, the Second Hall was heavily injured.
Lü Liangren was not afraid of the Lord of Wuji. Gripping the eight-foot ink brush, his feet fiercely stomped the earth. Like a cannonball, he charged into the smoke and dust without hesitation, preparing to fight to the death with him.
But as he rushed into the smoke and dust, he didn't see the Lord of Wuji's figure. There were only two Philosopher's Stones embedded on the shattered earth, emitting a mysterious faint light...
"This..."
Before Lü Liangren could speak, a massive earthen human face emerged from below. Closely following were mountain-like hands and arms that propped up the sky. In an instant, the earth shook and the mountains swayed!
A giant shadow standing between heaven and earth stood up from the depths of the earth... It didn't come from underground; it was the earth itself.
No matter what, Lü Liangren couldn't have imagined that the Lord of Wuji could actually merge his body with the earth. Under the flickering of those two Philosopher's Stones, the Lord of Wuji's consciousness had already attached itself to this piece of land. As long as the earth was imperishable, Wuji was immortal.
As the Earth Giant slowly stood up, its head even towered into the clouds. A massive shadow was cast on the hollowed-out earth veins, and various bizarre rock layers were exposed to the air, as if this place no longer belonged to Earth.
At this time, Lü Liangren and the Second Hall were incomparably tiny against the backdrop of the Earth Giant, just like grains of sand.
"Is this... the strength of Rank 9?" Lü Liangren looked up at this scene and muttered to himself.
"No, this is not a complete Rank 9 yet." The Second Hall stared fixedly at the two Philosopher's Stones between the Earth Giant's eyebrows. "I'm afraid he separated a part of his consciousness and injected it into this body... This might just be a clone bearing a portion of the Nine Monarchs' power."
"A portion? How much is a portion?"
"One half, or... one third?"
Just as the two were speaking, that Earth Giant slowly raised its arms. As its hands embraced a sphere in the nothingness, a portion of the soil and sand began to converge towards the center, subsequently visibly transforming into other matter. A blazing sun was outlined in front of the Earth Giant!
Different from the miniature sun that instantly killed Yang Muquan just now, this time its volume was a full dozens of times larger than before!
That was a real Nuclear Fusion Sun!
...
"What is that?"
Jian Changsheng suddenly pointed at the blinding bright light in the distance and asked.
The Dusk Society members stared in that direction, and their complexions instantly became ugly...
"That can't be..."
"It seems the Lord of Wuji really came." Bai Ye said helplessly, "This time, the Red Dust Domain is in grave danger..."
"No way, the Lord of Wuji can really rub nuclear bombs by hand? Then what's there left to play? If he casually tosses out a few nuclear bombs, the entire Red Dust Domain will have to be razed to the ground!" Jian Changsheng widened his eyes.
Rubbing nuclear bombs by hand...
Although Chen Ling had long known that the Lord of Wuji's ability was "Material Science", he didn't understand this aspect, nor did he know this thing could actually cause a nuclear strike out of thin air... So to speak, the attack the Red Dust Domain suffered back then was very likely also related to the Lord of Wuji?
Chen Ling was just about to open his mouth to say something when his vision suddenly blurred, and his figure staggered a bit, almost falling down.
"Hearts, what's wrong with you?" Jian Changsheng was slightly startled seeing this scene.
Chen Ling's brows were tightly furrowed. He looked down at his fingertip. That red Embroidery Thread that pierced his flesh just now seemed to have already drilled into his body through the wound and disappeared.
Before his eyes, some fragmented picture fragments began to flash from time to time, as if something was being poured into his consciousness.
That was a Suzhou-Style Courtyard House covered in fallen petals.
This courtyard, Chen Ling had seen in the Timeline Save File... That was Su Zhiwei's home.
He saw densely packed red Embroidery Threads covering every corner of the courtyard like a spiderweb. And at the end of these Embroidery Threads lay a beautiful silhouette among the petals...
Chen Ling couldn't see that person's appearance clearly, but he could be certain that it was Su Zhiwei!
Chen Ling blinked his eyes, and the picture before his eyes shattered and disappeared, replaced by Jian Changsheng's face... But when he blinked again, he returned to the courtyard full of Embroidery Threads, as if his consciousness was constantly switching between truth and falsehood.
At this time, an extra figure appeared beside Su Zhiwei.
The picture shattered. Chen Ling still couldn't see his appearance clearly, but with the constant flickering between reality and illusion, he vaguely saw that the figure was continuously approaching him.
He stepped on a floor full of Embroidery Threads, draped in simple cloth clothing. Through the complicated interwoven silk threads, Chen Ling could occasionally see clearly the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes; he seemed to be already elderly...
As he got closer and closer, Chen Ling finally saw his full appearance clearly.
"You... How come you..." Chen Ling stared blankly at that weather-beaten, aged face, which overlapped with the memory of the vigorous teenager full of youth, and stood frozen in place for a moment.
"Long time... no see..."
"Chen... Ling..."
A voice that seemed to cross time and space lingered in Chen Ling's ears.
He was like suddenly awakening from a dream. The ruins in front of him and a puzzled Jian Changsheng became clear again, his temples already seeping with sweat!
"Hey, no way? We're so far apart, and you can still be injured by the Lord of Wuji?" Jian Changsheng scratched his head. "That explosion didn't even reach us here..."
Chen Ling panted heavily. As if sensing something, he abruptly looked up at the nothingness above his head.
"...He's awake, he's here."
"Who?"
"The Azure Spirit Dao Chief, the Floating Life Painting Chief." Chen Ling paused for a moment.
"...Yao Qing."