As the dragon's breath descended, a holy, pure, and majestic aura reverberated across the Wilderness.
The bowstring in Ning Que's hand snapped. With this sound, his sense of perception was in chaos. The Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow in his body seemed to show signs of collapsing.
What was more frightening was that the drop of liquid formed by the Great Spirit in his lower abdomen seemed to have sensed the call of the dragon's breath. It spun violently and released countless threads of air that poured into every part of his body.
If that was all, it would not be a big deal. The problem was that the Great Spirit that poured into every part of his body showed signs of penetrating through his skin and leaving his body!
In the sky, the Golden Dragon's head slowly moved forward, and its slender body finally poked out of the burning white cloud. Its scales were as fine as brocade and as bright as mirrors, and they rubbed against the clouds and the air, producing golden sparks.
As the Giant Golden Dragon gradually revealed its full form, the pressure that enveloped the entire Wilderness became heavier and more terrifying. Even the space of the Wilderness itself began to become unstable.
The dragon's breath that fell on the Wilderness was formed by tens of thousands of tiny golden gravel. Strangely, these golden gravel, which contained infinite pressure, did not ignite into a blazing Divine Light after falling on the ground. Instead, they danced in the wind like real sand.
Just because it did not burn did not mean that it did not have any power. The golden sand-like dragon's breath fell on the Wilderness and landed on the corpses of countless Desolate Man soldiers. Suddenly, many tiny cracks appeared on the corpses of the Desolate Man soldiers that had been sleeping for a long time.
Dozens of golden sand grains of dragon's breath landed on Tang's body. His animal skin clothes instantly tore apart, and dozens of tiny bloody holes appeared on his rock-hard body.
Ning Que's situation was not much better. He waved his hand in an attempt to drive away the floating sand grains of dragon's breath. Unexpectedly, the golden sand grains did not have any force and stuck to the edge of his palm.
An extremely thin bloody hole suddenly appeared on the edge of his palm. The majestic Great Spirit in his body dispersed out of his body through the bloody hole and instantly disappeared into the air.
Ning Que understood what was going on.
He cultivated in the Great Spirit and had long become a demon. Tang and the Desolate Man also cultivated in the Devil's Doctrine. They had their own worlds in their bodies and stored a lot of Qi of Heaven and Earth.
According to Haotian Taoism, the reason why the Devil's Doctrine was called the Devil's Doctrine was not only because the Demonic Cultivators created their own world, which was a great disrespect to Haotian. The most fundamental reason was that the Demonic Cultivators would constantly absorb the Qi of Heaven and Earth from nature. If this situation continued, the Qi of Heaven and Earth would eventually dry up.
The Giant Golden Dragon represented the will of Haotian. In its eyes, Ning Que and the Desolate Man were like shameless thieves who had stolen Haotian's wealth. Of course, it had to take back the wealth from these thieves.
The dragon's breath, which was like golden sand, floated in the Wilderness and fell on Ning Que and the others. It wanted to take away the Qi of Heaven and Earth in their bodies and purify it into the original light of the world.
This process was the divine punishment of Haotian.
This was the so-called redemption.
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In the distant Helan City, His Majesty looked at the shining sky and the Golden Dragon's head. He was silent and his expression was very solemn.
The Golden Dragon's head spewed dragon's breath toward the ground of the Wilderness. It was like a golden sand falling like a rainstorm. Looking at this picture, His Majesty's face suddenly turned pale and he seemed to be in extreme pain.
Master Huang Yang's expression was very serious. His right wrist reached out from his sleeve and held His Majesty's left hand. A string of sandalwood prayer beads slid across his wrist like flowing water and was put on His Majesty's wrist.
When the prayer beads were put on His Majesty's wrist, a merciful Buddhist aura was born. His Majesty felt that the aura in his body that had been tormenting him for many years had calmed down a little.
However, Master Huang Yang could not rest assured. He did not dare to let His Majesty's temper go. He let His Majesty stand on the city tower to watch the battle and forcibly helped him into the thick stone city tower.
In the innermost room of the stone city tower, the Empress was holding the young prince. Her face was very pale and there were still traces of blood at the corner of her mouth.
The young prince cried and said to the Emperor, "Father, please take a look at Mother. What happened?"
The Empress looked at the Emperor with a gentle smile and shook her head, indicating that she was fine.
The Emperor walked to her, took off the prayer beads on his left wrist without hesitation and put them on her wrist.
Master Huang Yang looked at this scene and sighed in his heart.
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Deep in the Wilderness of the Far West.
All the monks of Xuankong Temple had taken refuge in the yellow temples of various sizes. The whole mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist. Only the faint sound of scriptures could be heard, but the specific scene could not be seen.
Only a small part of the highest peak of the giant mountain could see the scene in the distance above the clouds and mist. The sky in the east was getting brighter and brighter.
The Chief Monk of Scripture of Xuankong Temple was holding a silver staff and looking to the east. His eyes had long been dried up by the light. No moisture could be found in his eyes, but he was not hurt.
The light in the east was getting brighter, and the dark night was illuminated. Even though it did not disappear, it had been completely covered. There was no joy on the face of the Chief Monk, only fatigue and solemnity.
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Haotian descended and the Giant Golden Dragon appeared. The light shone on the world.
Except for a few people, no one in the world could look up at the sky.
Light was not only warmth, but also majesty. It did not need intimacy, but reverence. Therefore, light allowed humans to know of its existence, but not to see it.
In the sacred sedan on the Wilderness, Ye Hongyu tried to look up at the Giant Golden Dragon in the sky. She instantly burst into tears, and the divine starlight at the bottom of her eyes dissipated. She had to lower her head expressionlessly again.
Not being able to look up at the sky did not mean that she could not know about the divine war in the sky.
Countless cities, towns, mountains, rivers, villages, and people knelt under the light. They looked at the projection on the ground and nervously watched the trend of the war between light and darkness.
Countless believers of Haotian gathered in the nearest Taoist temple and kept chanting and praying. They blessed the allied forces on the Wilderness and showed their piety to Haotian. They were crazy with joy and sorrow.
As the light gradually overwhelmed the darkness, the people's happy cries rose to the sky. Many people fainted from the excitement, and some never woke up again. They returned to the Divine Kingdom of Haotian.
In the deep mountains of West-Hill, there was a very simple Taoist temple. This Taoist temple was probably the least known by Haotian believers, but it was the most important Taoist temple in Haotian Taoism.
Behind this Taoist temple, there was a red mountain covered with green vines. There were countless deep caves on the mountain, and many powerful Haotian Taoism cultivators lived in these caves.
Those powerful auras seeped out from the green mountains and watched the changes in the sky. They enjoyed the light from the Giant Golden Dragon and gradually became restless. Occasionally, a low and happy laughter could be heard.
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The dragon's breath was the dragon's breath. After the exhale, it was inhalation.
The huge golden dragon head high up in the sky opened its mouth, and its body suddenly thickened. A huge gust of wind suddenly blew up on the ground of the Wilderness, whistling and spiraling, sweeping up the golden sand grains that were scattered on the ground.
Looking from afar, there seemed to be a whirlwind between heaven and earth. The thin end was at the Golden Dragon's head, and the thick end was on the ground. It kept sweeping, and wherever it passed, sand and stones flew.
As the golden sand left the ground, the aura of heaven and earth in the corpses of the Desolate warriors on the ground was also sucked away by the tornado.
The process could not be seen with the naked eye, but Ning Que could feel it, because a lot of the Great Spirit in his body was sucked away by the Giant Golden Dragon. At this moment, when he looked up again, the Golden Dragon's head in the sunglasses no longer had a sense of majesty and light. It looked bloody, terrifying, and greedy.
The dark night in the north had slowly receded, and the big black umbrella no longer breathed out. Sangsang's connection with the night had been cut off, and the aura around her had long been purified. Dust and gravel kept dancing in the air.
Sangsang's feet left the ground, left the white lotus-like ice, and floated into the air.
The Giant Golden Dragon looked at her indifferently.
Sangsang's clothes fluttered in the whirlwind.
Sangsang flew into the sky, towards the Giant Golden Dragon's mouth.
Sangsang turned back and looked at Ning Que. Her eyes were terrified, and her expression was helpless.
Ning Que jumped up and hugged her legs, trying to pull her back to the ground.
But he could not do it.
Sangsang was still flying up into the sky, taking him with her.
Haotian wanted Sangsang.
Haotian did not want him.
That was why Sangsang's body was very light, but his body suddenly became as heavy as a mountain.
With two cracking sounds, his arms that were holding Sangsang were completely broken.
But he still did not let go.
Since he had grabbed hold of her, he would never let go.
Even if his arms were broken, he would not let go.
Even if he died, he would not let go.
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An extremely faint golden light swept past his eyelashes. The earth seemed to no longer have any attraction. Ning Que carried Sangsang and flew into the sky, following the dragon's breath, towards the Giant Golden Dragon's mouth.
Their hair and clothes fluttered in the air, looking like two black flowers. Under the pressure of the light, he started to bleed non-stop. Blood dripped from the black petals and fell on the wasteland.
On the ground of the Wilderness, the Big Black Horse dragged the carriage and ran desperately. It seemed to have forgotten its fear and chased after the two people in the sky, neighing angrily and sorrowfully from time to time.
Ning Que looked at it and said in a hoarse voice, "What an idiot."
Then he looked up and saw that the sky above him was full of light. There was nothing but light. It seemed so pure, as pure as death. So he knew that death was coming.
He had made many choices in his life. Now it seemed that those choices were really meaningless. Just like at the last moment, he chose to jump into the sky and hug Sangsang.
But sometimes, the choice itself was very meaningful.
He looked at Sangsang and smiled.
Sangsang looked at him and smiled.
At this moment, their figures suddenly stopped, no longer flying towards the sky, towards the light.
Because a hand reached out to the sky and grabbed Ning Que's leg.
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(This is the third chapter. The fourth chapter will definitely be updated after dinner. See you then.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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