Chapter 1194: Chapter 555: Farewell Forever (Part 2)
Amidst the wind-swept snow, Lu Zijin carried the severely injured Chen Bojun across the snowy ground, as if they might be devoured by the monsters behind at any moment, when suddenly the wind ceased, leaving silence.
They turned back and witnessed a horrifying scene.
A man was suspended in the snowstorm, pressing down the heads of Gu Diao and Zhai Ru. Flaming Vermilion Fire ignited in his palms, turning the two ancient Primordials into charred ashes that scattered.
"Hahahaha!"
Cheng Youyu sat exhausted in the snow, laughing maniacally, "You’re doomed!"
Liu Li was slightly taken aback, her somber eyes brightening, gazing towards the sky.
Nie Xiangsi’s hands trembled pushing the wheelchair, in disbelief.
Old Master Si excitedly struck with his cane amidst the chaos of the battlefield; neither the Ancient God Clan nor the transformed Divine Servants could harm him. The bruised Butcher and Scholar raised a single finger to the sky, retracing seven steps in the snow, shouting that they were the sole sovereign under heaven.
Tianji and others kneeled, exclaiming long live the Emperor!
Lin Lan threw up her sword, collapsing in the snow, gasping for air.
Lin Wanqiu covered her lips, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Master?"
Ji Xiaoyu could hardly believe it, her hand trembled around the Jingu Bang.
Wanwan also saw that dreamlike silhouette, her eyes instantly reddened.
Fu Chaoyang pursed his lips, not crying.
At the dimension entrance of Fusang Divine Palace, Xia Zhi wiped blood from her eyes, with a familiar silhouette standing before her, hands clasped in prayer, radiating infinite Buddha light.
Boom!
The Buddha light illuminated the earth, dissolving the demons!
World-purifying God!
Warriors halted amidst the battlefield chaos.
The Omegas looked up, as if seeing a compassionate Buddha statue.
"Him?"
Chen Qing softly said.
Lu Zicheng responded affirmatively.
Nie, the Deacon, felt a decade younger with his hands behind his back.
Gu Jianlin united his Qilin Forbidden Curse, standing in the burning snow and gazing upwards at a strange lotus in the sky that seemed to scream in terror.
"Is this the legendary You Ying God?"
He spoke softly, "It’s amazing you two lasted this long."
Su Youzhu was supported up by his mental thoughts, her ice-white face expressionless, just staring at his profile, speaking word by word, "Lord?"
He understood her meaning, pausing a moment before responding, "Female Sacrifice."
Su Youzhu faintly smiled, her smile floating like snowflakes everywhere.
This was their once tacit secret.
Gu Jianlin had once threatened her as the Qilin Venerable to capture her for the Female Sacrifice.
Su Youzhu also knew if he was replaced by the Primordial, he could inherit these memories.
Yet the slight embarrassment he showed talking about this proved he remained himself.
"You still remembered to return?"
Tang Ling’s beautiful eyes had already shed tears, her fierce gaze lasted a second, before breaking into a smile through tears, "Hmph, welcome back."
Gu Jianlin silently smiled, reaching out to brush snowflakes off her head.
"He’s still up there, waiting for you."
Su Youxia approached with a broken sniper rifle, speaking calmly.
Jiang Mingyan still sniped the rampaging vines, commanding Dusk members in battle.
As she looked over, she nodded in acknowledgment.
Gu Jianlin knew what he needed to do, responding affirmatively.
"Gone."
In an instant, he hovered mid-air.
The Whirling Wind echoed above the Ghostly Glowing Lotus, as Jing Ci discarded his jacket, revealing his blood-soaked shirt. Just before he prepared to go all out, he sensed someone arriving, finally showing a relieved smile.
"Senior Brother."
The voice whirled past his ear, "Long time no see."
Through the swirling wind and snow, the Vermilion Bird Venerate saw the young man missing for a decade.
Its sigh echoed through the heavens and earth.
The intense sun rose.
The sky-blanketing Vermilion Bird was pierced by countless rays of sunlight.
The Vermilion Fire flickered, causing disturbances even in Fusang Divine Palace’s dimension.
The man within the Vermilion Fire gripped the Vermilion Bird Wedge, suddenly casting it down!
With a snap.
Gu Jianlin grasped the Vermilion Bird Wedge and squeezed forcefully.
The supposedly indestructible Wedge broke with a mournful wail.
After a decade apart, the father and son finally reunited.
At the moment their eyes met, Gu Jianlin pressed a burning sun into Its chest.
With a rumbling sound, the Vermilion Bird Venerate’s divine body was charred, resembling a meteor falling toward the black lotus bud, Its groans echoed through the heavens.
After millennia, It felt that unparalleled power once more.
Like facing Its sister.
No, even surpassing Its sister.
This was the true Primordial.
The strongest being in the universe, Primordial Candle Light God!
Gu Jianlin landed on this lotus, sensing the air saturated with Ancient God’s Breath, a gentle breath making it dissipate entirely, with the rampaging vines ceasing their dance.
It seemed to fear his aura.
It’s hard to imagine the core of the Ghostly Glowing Lotus was also an ancient altar.
Lying on the altar were two bodies with severed limbs.
"Is this your former wife and son?"
Gu Jianlin glanced at them, "So pitiful."
Black blood splattered upon the petals.
The Vermilion Bird Venerate seemingly unable to recover from such wounds, Its once noble form crumbling inch by inch, yet forcing Itself to raise Its head and calmly speak, "Indeed, these are my family. My aim was to resurrect them, break the destiny’s cycle."
