Bestowal of Position
The Lord of Wuji's hand suddenly paused in mid-air.
"...Huh?"
That red thread actually sank beneath his skin under his gaze... No, rather, it was slicing.
In the Lord of Wuji's astonished gaze, that wrist wrapped with red Embroidery Threads was lightly sliced off from the root. That palm which was about to touch Lü Liangren separated from his body and fell to the ground with a plop.
The air suddenly fell into deathly stillness.
The Lord of Wuji had a palm sliced off.
Even so, the Lord of Wuji seemed to not feel any pain at all. The cross-section of his severed wrist was as smooth as a mirror, and no muscle tissue or blood vessels could even be seen...
He frowned slightly and looked around, as if looking for something.
Finally, the Lord of Wuji's gaze locked onto a direction.
Boom——!!
The earth beneath Lü Liangren's feet abruptly exploded. A massive Eastern dragon directly swallowed his figure and rapidly charged into the clouds. Its rose-red scales were as exquisite as gems, reflecting a dazzling brilliance!
The violent wind swept up by this Eastern dragon blew the tips of the Lord of Wuji's hair slightly. He narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the Eastern dragon's torso that crazily swept past before his eyes. As if discovering something, he muttered to himself:
"Embroidery Threads huh..."
This dragon was composed of Embroidery Threads.
Each of its scales was woven from tens of thousands of extremely fine silk threads. It was extremely true to life, and the direction of the silk threads was natural and beautiful, so it bloomed with gem-like brilliance. And there were at least a thousand such scales on this Eastern dragon...
After this massive Eastern dragon swallowed Lü Liangren, it rode the clouds and mist in mid-air, spinning left and right... Closely following were a second and a third!
From beneath this charred wasteland, magnificent Eastern dragons were born into the sky one after another. They flew and danced from all directions, smashing the Lord of Wuji's towering Earth Giant to pieces!
Shattered stones splashed in the air and crashed onto the earth like raindrops. After these Eastern dragons shattered the Earth Giant, they intertwined and danced in mid-air, like an exquisitely beautiful and shocking embroidery scroll!
——"Nine Dragons Patrolling the Sky Scroll".
Beneath this firmament of nine dragons dancing wildly, a figure slowly walked over from afar.
It was a weather-beaten elderly man. He wore a black hemp garment, and his figure was incomparably tiny against the backdrop of the dancing nine dragons. But with his appearance, an indescribable Aura spread over the wasteland.
The peak Oppressive Aura of the Path of the Arts gathered upon him alone. Like a black sun rising from the wasteland, it was impossible for anyone to ignore... The moment he appeared, everyone who saw him would unconsciously develop a feeling in their hearts——
In this world, he was the only one.
"This is... Divine Path Fortune?" The Lord of Wuji's eyes narrowed slightly. "Bearing the Divine Path Fortune on your body, you are the Azure Spirit Dao Chief of this era?"
The black-clothed elder didn't answer. He just silently looked at the shattered Picture Frame on the ground and those pools of blood, and spoke hoarsely:
"It seems... I'm still late."
"Even if you came early, it wouldn't change anything."
The Lord of Wuji spoke indifferently. The next moment, a Nine Sovereign Tier Oppressive Aura abruptly descended.
An endless Oppressive Aura, as if crushing the firmament, smashed down on the earth with a boom. In an instant, the crushed stones flying in the sky were ground into powder, and even the air seemed to freeze around him!
The black-clothed elder's Path of the Arts fortune was also washed by this Oppressive Aura until it was tottering, like a kite in a hurricane that might snap and collapse at any time!
"Being the Chief does not mean being powerful... You are only Rank 8. Compared to me, we are As Different as Clouds and Mud."
As the Lord of Wuji's voice fell, a Black Longsword of unknown material condensed from the wasteland. He casually swung it, and that longsword charged into the clouds!
Boom——!!!
A scorching explosion followed the sword dance, splitting the clouds in half. The nine dragons riding the clouds and mist were also cleaved apart by a single sword in an instant, shattering into a sky full of Embroidery Threads that drifted and danced towards the earth.
"...As Different as Clouds and Mud."
Under the Lord of Wuji's Oppressive Aura, traces of fresh blood seeped from the corner of the elder's mouth, but there was no fear in his eyes at all. Replaced instead, was a calmness that had settled for who knows how many years.
He smiled, his weather-beaten face full of wrinkles.
"You're right... So, I want to try."
The sky full of broken Embroidery Threads was like a mighty, colorful heavy rain sweeping across the human world.
As the elder took a step forward, these colorful "raindrops" suddenly began to actively gather under his feet. Like glowing afterimages of light rays, they wove into the outline of a step.
The elder slowly raised his foot and took a step onto it. The moment his sole landed, a visible shockwave swept across the wasteland!
Dong——!
Immediately following, these Embroidery Thread "raindrops" began to converge into the outline of a second step!
The Lord of Wuji, who was originally preparing to deal with the elder's attack, was first startled when he saw this scene. Then, as if he thought of something, his expression changed drastically, seeming somewhat in disbelief.
"This try you mentioned... actually referred to this?"
...
Dong——!
An invisible shockwave swept across heaven and earth.
At this moment, everyone in the Dusk Society was attracted by this sound, looking doubtfully towards the direction of the battlefield wasteland.
"You just said the Chief woke up??" Eight of Clubs immediately asked. "How do you know?"
"I don't know why... I seem to be able to feel some things from him."
Chen Ling's brows were tightly furrowed. In his vision, everything was like a television with a bad connection, flickering at a high frequency... Half of it were images brought from Yao Qing's side.
The extremely oppressive white clothing, the killing intent filling the air, the light rain woven by Embroidery Threads;
In a daze, Chen Ling seemed to see a teenager stubbornly climbing the steps. Even though he was already exhausted, he was still crawling towards the sky where the light rain fluttered...
"What did you feel?"
"He seems... very tired." Chen Ling spoke uncertainly. "But, the Aura in his body seems to be continuously climbing... He's taking steps, and something is paving the way for him, like steps."
"Steps??" Everyone was startled.
Dong——!!
A second loud noise came from afar, and shockwaves churned in the air.
"Could it be, he wants to..."
Bai Ye's brows were tightly furrowed. His eyes stared in the direction of the battlefield, full of shock.
"What do you mean?" Jian Changsheng felt like everyone else seemed to know something, but he himself knew nothing at all. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "Say it, what's with climbing steps? What is he trying to do?"
"He's trying to complete Divine Path Certification, to let heaven and earth bestow a position..."
"Bestow a position? Bestow what position??"
Bai Ye took a deep breath and spoke slowly:
"Bestow the Path of the Arts', Demigod Position."
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