The Divine Kingdom was hard to open, and the Rite to Light would fail. These things were all within God's calculations. But she was still angry when they happened.
Looking at the figure in front of the altar at the foot of the mountain, thinking of how he had ruined everything and how he had dared to use his Divine Power to kill his own followers, her hands behind her back began to tremble.
Everything in the world was within her calculations except for Ning Que. She did not expect that he would not only ruin the Rite to Light, but also make a joke out of himself.
She became angrier and angrier, so the wind in the human world became more and more violent. It rolled up the dust on the ground and covered the clear autumn sky. Countless dark clouds floated from the East Sea in the distance, dimming the light in Peach Mountain. Then came the heavy rain.
The heavy rain was so violent that the autumn forest and the mountain path were instantly soaked. The peach petals on the ground were smashed into pieces, and the uncoagulated blood was quickly diluted and disappeared. The water on the front yard rose at a speed visible to the naked eye. Dead leaves were floating in the water, and broken limbs were faintly visible.
The heavy rain blocked people's sight. The whole world seemed to be empty except for the cold and wet rain. The rumbling of the rain sounded like thunder.
The power of Heaven and Earth was attached to the heavy rain and kept washing Peach Mountain, washing away people's bodies and souls. The tens of thousands of followers on the front yard were pale and terrified, kneeling in the rain.
The torrential rain continued to fall, and the light above the sacrificial altar was washed away. Then, it gradually disappeared without a trace. The dozens of Divine Talismans that were fighting against the clear light also gradually faded until they disappeared.
The Hierarch, Qi Nian, and all the other powerhouses in the human world were suppressed to the ground by the rain. They were in a higher state than the ordinary followers and had more sensitive senses. Therefore, they could clearly feel the anger of Haotian in the rain. They were even more frightened, kneeling on the ground with pale faces, and did not even dare to raise their heads.
The tens of thousands of followers were washed away by the rain as soon as their blood flowed out of their wounds. They were cold and their lips were blue, but no one dared to avoid it. Thunder and rain were all blessings of God.
If there was a center of this terrible storm, then Ning Que was standing there. He sensed the most powerful Haotian's Divine Power and paid the heaviest price. Dozens of Divine Talismans had already dissipated. The most terrifying thing was that the Haotian's Divine Power in his body was disappearing faster and faster under the washing of the storm.
Rainwater continuously dripped down his pale face. Feeling the divine power in his body disappearing, he was so cold that he couldn't stop shivering. He looked extremely weak, as though he could collapse at any moment.
But no matter how fierce the storm was, he did not fall, nor did he kneel. He looked at the Peach Mountain silently in the wind and rain, squinting his eyes through the wind and rain, looking for her who should be there.
Thousands of miles away from Peach Mountain, over the boundless sea of the Kingdom of Song, the strong wind rolled up the dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the petrel flew proudly like black lightning.
Let the storm be more violent.
In the front yard of Peach Mountain, tens of thousands of people knelt on the ground in fear. They looked so small in the dark. Only Ning Que stood there. Even though he looked so lonely, he looked so tall.
He was not a brave and arrogant petrel. He never cared about dignity in order to survive. Even though he had knelt before before, he didn't want to kneel now.
He had already reestablished a connection with her. Since you are my natal, then you are my Sangsang. You are my wife. We can raise our eyebrows, but how can we kneel down to you?
Kill me if you can. F * ck.
…
…
Today's rain was different from the one after the Headmaster left the human world. Since it represented the anger of Haotian, it was certainly much more violent. This rain was not as heavy as the one after the Headmaster left the human world. But at least it lasted much longer than the common rainstorms in summer.
The downpour lasted for half a day before it gradually lightened. The fine drizzle finally felt like a pitter patter, and the wind in the front yard also became much gentler, bringing with it a sense of wetness that made people feel extremely comfortable.
Tens of thousands of followers woke up and found that the storm was no longer raging. Peach Mountain had finally regained its tranquility. Many people had fainted because of the storm, and some had even stopped breathing. Their soaked clothes sent a piercing chill to their bones. They were still frightened and did not dare to speak.
The powerful cultivators were even more miserable. The storm was so terrible that it was even more cleansed than the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the mountains. The stronger their senses were, the more their Psyche Power was damaged. Ning Que was the most miserable one.
At this moment, the Haotian's Divine Power in his body had disappeared. The Psyche Power in his sense of perception was severely damaged. His black hair was dripping down his shoulders. His pale face was haggard and his eyes were no longer bright. They were so dim that it seemed like they were about to lose all their luster.
The storm stopped and the sky became clear again. Suddenly, a rainbow appeared from the Divine Hall of Light on the peak of Peach Mountain and fell into the distance. Judging from the direction, the rainbow should land somewhere in the South Jin Kingdom.
Looking at this beautiful scene, people on the front yard of Peach Mountain seemed to have forgotten the cold on their bodies. Their feet were still soaked in the cold rain. Recalling the power of Heaven and Earth, they were filled with awe and worship again.
It was already dusk. The shadow of the dark night could be vaguely seen in the lower part of the sky. Some people looked away from the disappearing rainbow and looked at Ning Que in front of the altar.
The storm that lasted for half a day had washed away the anger and dust in the world. It had washed away the Haotian's Divine Power in Ning Que's body and the Divine Talisman. But it could not wash away the past.
The Hierarch looked at Ning Que and slowly raised his right hand. He gave the order to attack.
No one could understand why Ning Que did not take the chance to escape when the storm stopped. He had no more Haotian's Divine Power in his body. What else could he do other than escape?
Ning Que looked at the people around him, including Qi Nian, the national master of the Golden Tribe, and Zhao Nanhai. He put the iron bow on his shoulder and tightened his grip on the handle of the iron cutlass.
Previously, because of the grand Tianqi, he was invincible in the human world with the help of Haotian's Divine Power. These people were no match for him at all. However, the situation had taken a decisive turn now. Under the siege of these experts, he could not even hold on for a few breaths.
If he drew his bow and waited to shoot, he might be able to intimidate these people. At least he could try to open a path for himself. But the problem was that he did not have enough iron arrows. Most importantly, he had never thought of opening a path to escape. He had never thought of leaving Peach Mountain.
Looking at the powerful enemies around him, Ning Que did not show any fear. He looked at Crown Prince Chong Ming and the other monarchs of the smaller countries and said, "I will not kill you today, not because of the rule that cultivators should not kill ordinary people, but because I think you deserve to die in the hands of the Tang soldiers."
No one could understand why he could be so calm and confident in such a desperate situation. What was he thinking? The Hierarch shouted, "Do you think you can escape from Peach Mountain?"
Ning Que looked at the horrible wound on his shoulder and said sarcastically, "At least you can't stop me."
The Hierarch calmed down and said coldly, "In front of you is a dead end."
Ning Que said, "No way out is a dead end."
The Hierarch asked, "Where is your way out?"
At this time, the national master of the Golden Tribe and the others had blocked all the paths in the front yard. No matter who they were, Ning Que would not be able to defeat them under normal circumstances.
Logically speaking, he had no way out, so there was no way out. But everyone, including the Hierarch, had forgotten that he only needed to step back to set foot on a path.
The path to Peach Mountain.
Haotian was on Peach Mountain. The Hierarch and everyone else thought that Ning Que would not choose to go up the mountain, because it would be suicidal. But he made a choice that surprised everyone.
He turned around and ran up Peach Mountain.
It happened so suddenly that the West-Hill Divine Palace's reaction was a little slow. The Hierarch roared and countless sharp flying swords broke through the air and shot toward Ning Que on the stone steps.
The national master of the Golden Tribe raised the cracked wooden tripod in his hand. Zhao Nanhai's palm shone brightly. Qi Nian sat cross-legged in the rain and chanted a Buddhist hymn. A handprint appeared in the air and then fell down.
Ning Que knew that he could not stop it. Even if Third Sister were here, facing the sword array of the Divine Halls of West-Hill and the joint attack of the three peerless powerhouses, she could only choose to retreat.
So he did not turn around to resist, nor did he choose to dodge. He stepped on the stone steps and increased his speed to a terrifying level. He continued to rush toward the peak.
A series of muffled explosions rang out! The Psyche Power of the national master of the Golden Tribe kept bombarding his sense of perception. Haotian's Divine Flame in Zhao Nanhai's palm hit his back. Qi Nian's Acalanatha Seal landed heavily on his body. Dozens of flying swords cut his clothes into pieces.
Ning Que spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned even paler and he almost fell on the stone steps.
If it were not for the fact that his Great Spirit was almost at the highest level and his body was almost unbelievably strong, the first wave of attack would have crushed him into pieces. Even if he survived, he would still be seriously injured.
Ning Que used his strong willpower to restrain his sense of perception, which had almost dissipated because of the pain. He stomped heavily on the ground with his right foot, breaking several stone steps, and turned into a shadow as he continued to move forward.
Not only did he not fall, he even sped up!
In just a few breaths, he had already broken hundreds of stone steps and was far away from the attack range of the powerhouses in the front yard of Peach Mountain. He became a faint shadow on the mountain path.
When the divine priests and deacons of the Divine Halls of West-Hill, Zhao Nanhai and the others were about to continue their pursuit, the Hierarch suddenly reached out his hand with a complicated expression and signaled for them to stop.
…
…
Because of the Rite to Light, everyone from the Divine Halls of West-Hill was gathered around the altar in the front yard. At this moment, there was no one on Peach Mountain. Except for the sound of flowing water beside the stone steps, it was eerily quiet.
The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of footsteps. Ning Que turned into a shadow on the stone steps and ran toward the peak at an unimaginable speed, leaving behind a trail of blood and broken stone steps.
In that moment, he had been seriously injured. His sense of perception was shaken and every step he took brought more pain. His ribs were cracked by Qi Nian's Giant Handprint and the cracks seemed to deepen with every step he took. No one knew when his ribs would break.
If only the big black umbrella was here. Who could hurt him then? Ning Que suddenly felt a lot of nostalgia. Thinking that he would see the big black umbrella soon, he became happy again.
There was no one on the quiet Peach Mountain. No one was chasing him down the stone steps. He kept running, running alone. He did not feel lonely or nervous.
He was going to see her. How could he feel lonely and nervous? The more he ran, the happier he was. Even the cold autumn wind after the rain could not cut off his smile.
The two Arrays of Clear Light were torn apart by his iron cutlass and Divine Talisman.
He came to the foot of the Divine Hall and stood on the cliff yard.
The autumn sky was so clean after the rain. The view from the top of the mountain was even wider. He could see the sun setting in the west and even the Yellow River flowing into the sea in the extreme south.
Then he looked at the Divine Hall and the straight stone steps on the peak. He thought to himself, "If I go up, will you still hide a thousand miles away?"
…
…
(It took me so long to write this chapter. It seems that I have reached an incredible state where I don't know whether I will live or die.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
