Chapter 2584: Chapter 127: All Living Beings Pity Me, and I Pity All Living Beings!
For the first time, he truly felt anger. Being wounded by Ge Fei, being thwarted by Jiang Wang, these he could accept. But he was furious that he’d been injured by an utterly incompetent person! His right hand clenched tightly, power emanated from it, and Fang Helling’s residual soul was locked into the Wusheng Cage, condemning it to eternal suffering.
Yet even within that transparent cage, Fang Helling’s residual soul, brought to the brink of collapse by pain... still laughed! Laughed madly!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The skies roared with lightning as vast as the sea.
Is this the Thunder Pool’s divine power?
How could there be such a vast Thunder Pool!
It’s like the Cang Sea covering the human world, with endless droplets all becoming electric light!
The Buzhou Wind opened the sky’s gap, Samadhi True Fire burned through the rules, the Thunder Pool replaced the Heavenly Punishment... this World Without Life was being infiltrated bit by bit!
Zhang Linchuan’s blood-mixed Holy Body gradually solidified, and the state of "Wusheng Yongming, neither thought nor existence" was broken under internal and external pressure.
Whoosh!
The sound of rapidly turning pages was deafening.
A beautiful arc appeared between heaven and earth, and a snow-white longsword pierced the sky... the Wusheng Taoist scripture shattered into a sky full of white debris.
His Dao was severed!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
The frosty Buzhou Wind froze the ripples of time and space.
And so the spirit had nowhere to escape.
His neck was gripped tightly by Wang Changji.
Death is imminent!
Once again, Zhang Linchuan’s heart awakened with this realization.
So the fourth tribulation ends in this manner?
"Then, I’ll return the body to you." Zhang Linchuan maintained his composure in the end, calmly saying, "Brother Jiang, Brother Wang, old friends, we will meet again."
"I will find you," Wang Changji simply said.
With a forceful hand, he snapped the neck of this Bone Holy Body.
This body, coveted by the Bone Respecting God, seized by Zhang Linchuan, and used to kill Wang Changxiang with his own hands... he certainly wouldn’t want it anymore.
In tacit agreement, Jiang Wang also placed a palm and incinerated the body in scarlet flames, burning the so-called Divine Body clean with Samadhi True Fire, eradicating all the dark schemes Zhang Linchuan left in it.
Dark snow began to fall from the heavens.
The boundless World Without Life began to crumble.
Finally, Jiang Wang and Wang Changji silently stood facing each other, between them, suspended a cage made of ghastly white bone columns. Within the cage, Fang Helling writhed in pain yet smiled at the spot where Zhang Linchuan vanished.
Even though he was already killed cleanly by Zhang Linchuan first.
Soul enters the Wusheng Prison, to endure eternal suffering, neither dying nor disappearing.
"I’ll give you a swift end," Wang Changji said in a calm voice. "Do you have anything to say?"
In his final moments, Fang Helling, enduring the agony of thousands of ants biting his heart and every inch cut by blades, turned to Jiang Wang: "I want to ask..."
He convulsed, forcing himself to finish the sentence: "In the past... before I became a Human Demon... why did you dislike me so much?"
Jiang Wang did not expect this to be his concern at the end, and without much hesitation, he honestly replied: "Actually, it seems we never disliked you before. At least for myself, that’s true. The only time was when Peng Ju died, and you seemed pleased."
Even in the form of a soul, Fang Helling’s eyes were bloodshot, he looked at Jiang Wang with such a crimson gaze: "Then why, when I wanted to follow you, did you never take me along?"
Jiang Wang thought for a moment: "We just thought you were too young, not fit to join us in fighting and killing, and... visiting the brothel."
"Do you remember, once... I brought a jug of wine to have a toast with you, but Fang Pengju threw me out instead."
Jiang Wang seriously thought about it but still said: "I don’t recall."
Fang Helling was momentarily stunned.
Those agonizing thoughts he harbored never seemed to have stirred others. Some things, devoid of deep meaning, were overthought by him.
At this moment, he seemed unable to feel the pain inflicted by the Wusheng Prison.
The feeling became very vague.
Yet some distant conversations rang clearly in his ears—
"Shoo, shoo, what child drinks wine? Du Laoer, if you dare let Heling drink, I’ll pull out your beard today!"
"Hahaha, hahahaha..."
"What are kids doing in the fun? Is killing people a game? Go back home!"
Many, many scenes flashed in his mind.
Some clear, some blurred.
Do people really recall their whole life before dying?
Fang Pengju’s lonely corpse.
Huang Azhan’s severed head.
Uncle Li’s curses through the formation.
And lastly... the blackened corpse of his father struck by lightning.
"I really... deserve to die."
He murmured this, looking towards Wang Changji, his eyes now awaiting a swift end.
Wang Changji then raised his hand.
He choked, again like that little boy hiding behind Fang Pengju, timidly and anxiously asked: "After I die, when I see my father and Uncle Li, can I say I’m not a failure?"
Wang Changji always spoke the truth.
The truth is, you’re already dead. The current residual soul will also soon dissipate. After death, you will not see your father, you will not see Uncle Li, you will see nothing, there is nothing. The source pool is empty.
But this time, Wang Changji didn’t say that.
He simply replied, "I believe you can say that."
Fang Helling closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face: "Brother Wang, send me home."
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