Light Fortress

Chapter 1877: Chapter 461: 500-Year Wish (Part 3)

"That’s right, he’s not one now."

Turing said mysteriously, "But soon, he will be."

This exchange echoed in Gu Shen’s Heart Lake, and he raised his head, looking at Turing in confusion.

Mr. Turing slowly took out a mass of black "black flame" from his chest, beating like a heart. Within the range covered by the spreading Pure Land Domain, it was bright, but this flame carried absolute darkness. Even a wisp of its flickering breath was enough to evoke "tension" and "unease."

No one was more familiar with this black flame than Gu Shen.

Not long ago, he had attempted to melt it once in Qingzhong Cemetery.

"You didn’t expect it... I brought this thing out."

Turing grinned.

This sentence was directed at both Deep Sea and Gu Shen.

"Melting the ’Netherworld Fire’ will bring a large number of calamities; these calamities will act on your soul, bones, and future destiny..."

Turing said softly, "A slight mistake, and you will fall into an abyss of eternal doom. So you abandoned the previous melting attempt by resorting to [Reverse Flow]."

"Congratulations, giving up the melting attempt then was a very correct choice... The previous Netherworld King, after ’losing control,’ employed many safeguards, only to ensure this fire seed would meet the right Netherworld Lord in the future. If initially forced, it would only invite calamities and misfortune upon you."

Gu Shen was stunned.

"However, today is different—"

"If you want to melt the Netherworld Fire, there isn’t a day more suitable than today."

Turing handed the black flame to Gu Shen and, gazing at the brilliantly blooming fire tree and silver flowers, smiled and said, "I’ve collected the remnant spirit of the Ancient Literature Society over the past thirty years, a total of one thousand six hundred forty-seven wisps. I’ve linked them all with ’Spirit;’ they will soon awaken one after another, and we will bear the calamity of the ’Netherworld Fire’ with you."

"No, you can’t do this..."

Gu Shen hesitated to accept the Netherworld Fire immediately.

He never thought the weight of this flame was so heavy.

Heavy to the point he was unwilling to take it.

This was the souls, the lives, of over sixteen hundred Ancient Literature Society members.

"Don’t forget, they’re already dead. Without the authority of the Netherworld King, they will forever remain deceased."

Turing looked directly into Gu Shen’s eyes and said calmly, "From what I’ve observed over the years, you are not a merciful person in daily life. Why, at this crucial moment, are you indecisive?"

"To be the Netherworld King, one must be calm, decisive, and sharp."

"Take this flame and melt it."

"Then... don’t let me down... us."

Boom!

A heavy muffled sound echoed from hundreds of meters away!

Gu Shen’s swaying spirit immediately became clear, realizing that while conversing, Mr. Turing had been resisting the Deep Sea’s frenzied spiritual attacks... After eleven upgrades, the Deep Sea mobilized the deep water area’s spiritual power to launch an attack. How terrifying is this offensive?

He hesitated no longer and accepted the Netherworld Fire, immersing his spirit entirely.

The process of melting the Netherworld Fire, he had gone through once—

Everything was familiar and smooth.

But this time’s "melting" was completely different from before!

Within the Netherworld Fire, the internal magnitude of the calamity hadn’t descended, yet was dispersed by the long leaves of the Su Xuan tree, Mr. Turing’s spirit evenly displaced and sent onto each wisp of the remnant spirits of the Ancient Literature Society members, those twinkling stars cast with a faint layer of pitch-black... only, what greater calamity exists in this world than the result being "death"?

None.

The greatest calamity’s result in this world is nothing but death.

And these flickering soul fires, they belong to the souls of the "deceased."

Using such a method to shoulder the karma for Gu Shen, thereby promoting the fire seed’s melting... There is none other than Turing in the whole world.

Because only he masters the world’s lost Ancient Forbidden Technique.

"Why is there a breath of the Prayer Technique..."

Within the Pure Land Divine Domain, Li Qingci raised his head.

The Pure Land was in turmoil, with everyone uneasy and gathering beneath the Su Xuan tree.

Everyone saw the current "strange" scene.

Wisps of black breath flowed through the long leaves of the Su Xuan tree, onto those scattered glows...

This black breath was not unfamiliar to Li Qingci.

This is the power of the Netherworld King.

Every soul that "lives" in the Pure Land owes it to the Netherworld King’s authority for their salvation. However, the authority of the Netherworld King comes with side effects, and at this moment, the black breath represents the manifestation of calamity and unluckiness.

However, the Su Xuan tree was not corroded.

Because atop the myriad leaves, a layer of mysterious power enveloped these calamity breaths completely.

No one understood this "mysterious power" better than Li Qingci.

Years ago at Divine Temple Mountain, she repeatedly sold her lifespan, employing the Prayer Technique, the world’s most equitable Ancient Forbidden Art.

The scale of fate actively calculates the cost.

Pay as much lifespan as you wish, and so too will "good fortune" arrive.

All the millions of beings in this world are equal, for every person’s day is twenty-four hours... On the scale of fate, time is the only currency, exchanged for the "favor of destiny," arriving in this mysterious force’s form.

Years ago, Li Qingci sacrificed twenty years of her lifespan to meet Gu Shen once.

She saw the "prayer technique" destiny flowing... The mysterious force then was perhaps merely one-tenth or one-twentieth of the current scene.

What does this imply?

Someone enacted the Prayer Technique, enveloping the Su Xuan tree... to fulfill a Divine Miracle.

At the cost of two hundred years.

Or possibly four hundred years, or even longer.

Outside, what has happened?

Li Qingci wasn’t the only one observing the existence of the "prayer technique."

Another who had studied this Forbidden Technique at Divine Temple Mountain was Chu Ling.

At this moment, she stood beside Turing, studying this mass of code-like obscure phantom, softly asked, "You utilized the Prayer Technique... So the Ancient Forbidden Technique can indeed touch the ’fire seed’ in this taboo domain?"

"As long as the price is sufficient, there’s nothing it can’t do."

Turing lowered his head, smiling softly, "Ancient Forbidden Technique is the same, also an expansion of ’Extraordinary Power.’

"Sufficient price..."

Chu Ling trembled inwardly, looking at Turing, murmuring, "What price did you pay?"

"..."

Turing supported the black Heavenly Curtain with one hand, resisting the deep sea’s rampant tide.

He turned back to look at the young man meditating among countless soul fires, smiled and said, "I used five hundred years for a wish, so the innocent, departed souls of the Ancient Literature Society could receive rebirth in the Netherworld King’s Pure Land... Do you think this trade was worth it?"

"Next... it’s my war with that ’renegade.’"