"Bing Disintegration!"
Countless people looked up into the sky, and their hearts trembled violently, as if they had been hit by something.
Wang Yanbing, Bing Disintegration.
The number one figure below the Celestial Gate of Vast Heaven, who was on par with Jiang Taichu and Hua Qingyun, had disintegrated for the sake of the Celestial Gate.
It was as if he was fulfilling his promise.
He would not return until he entered the Celestial Gate.
However, after disintegration, even if he were to enter the Celestial Gate, where would he return to?
Was the heart of the people there?
But where would he be?
No one would have thought that the genius Wang Yanbing would be so resolute. The Art of Yanbing, the ultimate killing technique, Bing Disintegration, had truly transcended the path, and his body had completely turned into the path of Bing, entering another level.
However, the price was his life.
"Wang Yanbing!" The clan leader of the Wang Clan roared in anger. He had hoped that Wang Yanbing would be able to enter the Celestial Gate with his sword, but he had never thought of letting Wang Yanbing disintegrate to fight.
The Wang Clan had only produced one Wang Yanbing in several generations, and they had placed all their hopes on him, hoping that he could help the clan return to the Celestial Gate. But even if the clan could not enter the Celestial Gate, there was still Wang Yanbing, and he would have a place in the Heavenly Mandate Realm in the future.
He did not want to trade his life for the clan to enter the Celestial Gate. Entering the Celestial Gate was the hope of the Wang Clan.
Wang Yanbing was also the hope of the clan.
"Father, let him go this time." A middle-aged man next to him held the trembling body of the clan leader and said calmly. He looked at the storm of divine arms in the sky, and there were tears in his eyes. That was his son.
However, regardless of success or failure, he would be proud of his son.
The son of the Wang Clan, Wang Yanbing, was a hero of his generation.
The mighty ones of the Wang Clan stared at the scene in the sky, and their expressions were extremely grave and solemn. The pride of the Wang Clan, Wang Yanbing, had died in battle for the clan.
The eyes of many were a little red. Even though they were Renhuangs, they still had feelings.
Those who had feelings would cry.
Perhaps that young man carried too much on him. The fate and honor of the entire clan were tied to him alone.
He shouldered too much responsibility at a young age that he shouldn't have. The name Yanbing was derived from the mystical ways of the Wang Clan.
His name was Wang Yanbing.
Above the Celestial Gate, many great figures of the Jiang Clan, and they all stood there quietly, their clothes fluttering. They sighed inwardly as they watched Bing Disintegrate below.
What was the point?
The rise and fall of a clan would naturally be replaced. No one could guarantee that they would remain prosperous forever. This was an inevitability of history.
Back then, Gu Tianxing founded the Gu Clan and ascended to the pinnacle, but what was the end result? The entire Gu Clan was destroyed, and now, only Gu Dongliu was left.
They stood at the peak of the Celestial Sect and saw things that ordinary people could not see. However, they were also treading on thin ice, bearing pressure and responsibilities that ordinary people did not have. They shouldered the rise and fall of the Celestial Sect and many other responsibilities.
Bringing Gu Dongliu back to the Celestial Sect was a huge pressure. It might even bring about a war for the Celestial Sect.
Furthermore, even if Wang Yanbing were to disintegrate, would he be able to fulfill his long-cherished wish and step into the Celestial Gate?
He bore the burden of responsibility, and so did Gu Dongliu. It was the hatred of two generations, the hope of the Gu Clan. Unlike the Wang Clan, the Gu Clan only had him.
Wang Yanbing could not afford to lose, and neither could Gu Dongliu.
No one could afford to lose.
"Why bother?" Ye Futian also sighed. He had once said that there would be no Wang Yanbing at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Mandate Realm, but he did not expect that he would disintegrate before he could even compete for the top.
Ye Futian looked at the battlefield and looked at his Third Brother. Even if he were to disintegrate, his Third Brother would not have retreated. He knew very well what this battle meant to his Third Brother.
This was his first battle after inheriting Gu Tianxing's lineage.
If he were to lose this battle, everything that Gu Tianxing had done and everything that the Celestial Gate of Vast Heaven had done would have been meaningless.
Countless divine swords appeared in the vast space, and every sword seemed to contain Wang Yanbing's will. He, who had disintegrated, became a sword and a path.
Countless divine swords, and all of them were Wang Yanbing.
Gu Dongliu looked up at the void above, and his heart was slightly disturbed. If it were any other time, seeing Wang Yanbing being so stubborn, he might have taken a step back. But at this moment, he could not take a step back.
Wang Yanbing wanted to win at all costs, and he could not afford to lose.
Fate made fools of people. It could only be said that Wang Yanbing had chosen the wrong time. If he had been a little earlier, perhaps Jiang Taichu would not have been able to stop him. After all, Jiang Taichu would not have fought with his life on the line. Perhaps he could have sent the Wang Clan to the Celestial Gate.
However, he chose this point, and he questioned the actions of Gu Tianxing and the Celestial Gate of Vast Heaven. This meant that he was not going to give way.
Everyone had their own mission and standpoint. His mission was to stop Wang Yanbing below the steps of the Celestial Gate.
The Juexian Diagram flowed, and all methods flowed. Gu Dongliu performed seals with both hands, and the Nine Characters shone brilliantly. The divine light above the Juexian Diagram covered the sky. It was as if there were countless celestial shadows performing seals at the same time. Thousands of celestial demons unleashed their power at the same time, and the world was singing with the sound of the great path. It was a grand scene.
"Weng." The trillions of divine weapons in the sky moved, slashing downwards.
Soldiers disintegrated, and deities were buried.
Billions of divine arms descended at the same time, and it was a grand scene. However, at the same time, the seals of all heavens lashed out, blasting at the sky. Loud rumbles shook the sky, and the great path rumbled. There were Renhuangs who unleashed their power, sealing off the repercussions of their battle.
The battlefield was too dazzling at that moment. Billions of divine arms seemed to have been transformed by Wang Yanbing. He pressed forward, killing all the celestial demons and deities.
One seal after another was shattered and reduced to nothingness. However, the Juexian Diagram turned into the Juexian Divine Matrix and did not stop operating. The nine characters circled, resonating with the great path. Celestial demons flew out, and thousands of divine arms lashed out at the sky.
Even though Wang Yanbing's attacks had created a storm in the sky, he was still unable to break through the offensive power of Gu Dongliu's Juexian Diagram.
"Even soldiers disintegrated was useless?" Everyone sighed. There was nothing they could do but sigh.
Wang Yanbing had given everything he had, but it was still useless.
Gu Dongliu's combat prowess was simply unfathomable.
Eventually, there came a time when billions of divine arms were used up.
When there was only one sword left in the air, it seemed to have let out a mournful wail.
That sword did not continue to attack. Instead, it turned around and headed for the steps of the Celestial Gate, slowly making its way up.
It was as if it wanted to take a look at the Celestial Gate.
When they saw the final Sword of Solitude, many people sighed. They actually felt sorrow.
Gu Dongliu looked there and felt sorrow as well. However, celestial light continued to fall, stopping that sword and making it difficult for the sword to move forward.
Fate made fools of people. Wang Yanbing was born at the wrong time.
Everyone lamented and felt speechless.
"Wang Yanbing." The people of the Wang Clan felt sad and speechless as well.
All of them felt intense sorrow. Wang Yanbing was no more in the Wang Clan from then on.
"Come back with me," the clan leader of the Wang Clan said to that Sword of Solitude.
However, at that moment, a figure stepped forward and headed for the air. His eyes were terrifying, as if he had opened the Heavenly Eye, looking into the void.
Celestial light swirled. He looked at that sword and said, "Why bother?"
PS: Don't think it's too little. I wrote it at six in the morning. I'm going to class. I'll keep writing after class.
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