It was unclear if it was because the high-temperature particles were too active, but Jing Jiu's voice sounded a bit special. It was as bright as a sword, cutting open the cold space with its sharpness. It traveled far and fast in the universe devoid of any medium in a peculiar way.
Hearing the deafening declaration in the communication system, the ascendants fell silent for a while. Then, they heard the echoes of the voice outside the window.
The Cultivation practitioners who could ascend must be extremely intelligent and have a firm Dao Heart.
Some of them might agree with Jing Jiu's idea when they were still in Chaotian; but after they came to this universe and learned enough about astronomy and physics, they knew the end of time. As a result, they couldn't help but feel empty and have a different idea. Of course, they might have been influenced by some of the predecessors who had ascended.
In a short time, they had made up their minds that they would try their best to prevent Jing Jiu from leaving. … …
A dozen battleships showed up in different parts of the universe, separated from each other by a few million to a few hundred million kilometers. Though they seemed to appear randomly, they were actually connected to each other, forming a formation, or in other words, a net.
The center of this invisible net was the asteroid belt in the outer part of the galaxy beyond the Foggy Galaxy, or more precisely, the location where the Scorching-Sun Battleship had been.
"In the book, you destroyed my Aoyama Sword Formation. What do you think of my Aoyama Sword Formation?" asked General Li.
It was true that the dozen battleships and the gravitational field that Jing Jiu didn't like formed a formation when they were connected together.
If the All in One Sword he used to kill the Immortal Mi and destroy that battleship was a large sword of the universe, then this formation was a large formation of the universe.
"Very weak," remarked Jing Jiu.
General Li said to him with a faint smile, "Most of the ascendants in Chaotian over the last tens of thousands of years have gathered here today. Do you think you can leave?"
"The battleships are everywhere, and the fairy men are as numerous as dogs."
Looking at the approaching battleships and thinking of the ascendants on the battleships, Jing Jiu remarked expressionlessly, "But they are merely a bunch of dogs. How can they keep me here?"
He wasn't trying to be arrogant; it was the word "dogs" that he emphasized.
This word directly tore apart the cloak of warmth and the great cause of mankind between the two parties, revealing the most naked truth.
If Jian Xilai had indeed been imprinted with the thought of the Aoyama Sect, and that was why he was so obedient, what about the other ascendants present?
Jing Jiu raised his right hand.
Countless sword intents pierced through the air.
General Li and Jian Xilai also raised their right hands.
The sword wills met in the universe without any sound, except for a few gloomy sword glows.
Compared to the vast universe, these sword lights were too small and soon disappeared without a trace.
The moment the sword light disappeared, three small suns were ignited one after another. It was the light emitted by the nuclear power furnace.
Jing Jiu's nuclear furnace was tied to his waist, and General Li's nuclear furnace was hidden in his red cloak, but Jian Xilai's furnace was installed in his body.
Previously, when he wanted to self-detonate to keep Jing Jiu alive, he was relying on this point.
The three rays of light crisscrossed on the dark cosmic curtain, drawing an extremely complicated pattern, and then returned to the starting point.
Thousands of meteorites in the nearby asteroid belt broke into pieces soundlessly, their shapes looking even more hideous, like the skulls in hell.
General Li's red cloak had a few more tears.
Jian Xilai's neck had a deep cut. If his body hadn't been modified, he would have lost the ability to fight even though he had a fairy body.
A few strands of black hair drifted to the ice cube on the hexahedron and spread out like dandelions after touching it lightly.
Hua Xi gazed at the strands of black hair through the seemingly thin surface of the ice, a pensive expression showing in her eyes.
The plasma cannon had wounded Jing Jiu. General Li's Cultivation state was not lower than Jing Jiu's, and Jian Xilai was also very powerful.
More importantly, a dozen black battleships were approaching.
This Aoyama Sword Formation formed by the gravitational field was descending, and the fishing net was tightening.
A shallow crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the ice.
It was not because of the strands of black hair, but because the gravitational field had arrived. More terrifyingly, the gravitational field carried the formidable spiritual awareness of the ascendants.
Over the last tens of thousands of years, the human ascendants in Chaotian were more than what was recorded in the historical records. More than half of them had arrived here that day.
These ascendants looked ordinary, but they were not ordinary at all.
They were the true fairy men, and each of them possessed an unimaginable fighting prowess.
Killing the Immortal Chi Song and killing the Immortal Mi had consumed a great deal of his sword source and mental energy; how could he deal with so many ascendants?
In essence, he was facing the entire Cultivation history of Chaotian.
No one can do it.
Not even if he was a god.
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An unimaginable energy approached from all over the universe. It could be said that this was the most powerful energy since the beginning of heaven and earth.
The Snow Girl at her peak was not as powerful as it was at the moment.
Even the highest-ranked broodmother wouldn't be able to withstand such pressure and would wither at a visible rate.
The light rays of the distant permanent star began to twist. More and more cracks appeared on the surface of the hexahedron, and the refracted light rays became more and more peculiar.
The light rays were suddenly dyed red. It was because Hua Xi couldn't withstand the energy of the Thousand-Mile Frozen Sword Formation and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Jing Jiu's face was pale, his black hair tousling without the aid of the wind, a few strands falling off from time to time.
"You'll die," said General Li.
Jing Jiu said, "I'll never die."
General Li said, "It's true that your body can't be destroyed, but what about your spiritual soul?"
No sooner had he said this than the fog of the Scorpion Tail Nebula was suddenly illuminated.
More than ten thousand battleships of the Star Vanguard Fleet passed through the twisted passage one after another and broke through the interstellar dust. They came to this side of the universe and aimed their heavy and long-range weapons at Jing Jiu.
If he were truly in an immortal state, why would he stay in this universe?
Would his spiritual soul vanish in the next moment?
"If you're truly merciless, why did you meet me by the river? You can ignore Shen Yunmai and Jian Xilai … Just accept it. By then, the whole of mankind will benefit, and the whole world will thank you for your teachings, and the things that belong to you will be spread to the masses … You'll be like a comet on the verge of perishing, radiating brilliance in all directions. The infinite light will be connected to your light forever. "
This was the last announcement made by General Li and the whole human race.
"This is a long speech, but I've written a book with more words. I used two million words to tell the world that I won't accept it; why do you still bother me?" Jing Jiu went on, "As for why I did what I did … you've thought too much about it. I was willing to step into the river because I was prepared for it."
"What was your preparation?" asked General Li.
What kind of preparation could help Jing Jiu overcome the current crisis? What kind of preparation could help him face the history of Chaotian or even the entire human civilization?
He turned to look at the ice cube with a hexagonal shape.
Hua Xi was wiping the blood from her nose in the ice cube, her expression innocent and bewildered. It seemed that she had no idea what had just happened.
Jing Jiu fixed his line of sight on her face through the ice, asking, "Can you trust me now?"
After a moment of silence, Hua Xi wiped the blood on her hand on her skirt and said while lifting her head to look at Jing Jiu, "I haven't figured it out from the very beginning; how did you recognize me?"
Jing Jiu said, "You took the wine cup when we were drinking by the hot spring. The fingerprints on it were the same as Hua Xi's."
Hua Xi said with a smile, "Oh, I see. It looks like one shouldn't be too lazy."
"It's not laziness," said Jing Jiu. "It's a habit."
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Hua Xi was the daughter of a well-known clan on the Stargate Base.
That clan had a distant relationship with the Hua Clan on the Main Planet.
It was the same in the files of all the forces in the Federation of the Milky Way.
She had an ordinary talent, an ordinary and lovely temperament, and an ordinary and good-looking appearance. She was like those girls in the comics and games.
For many people, it was the most remarkable thing in her life to become the personal attendant of Zong Lizi and go to the College of Priests on the Main Planet.
Many people were puzzled that Jing Jiu chose to take her with him instead of Zong Lizi and Jiang Yuxia when he left the Main Planet.
It wasn't until today that the answer was revealed.
Did the female priest of the Stargate think that Jing Jiu was the new god and would be of great help to him simply because of the gold coins stolen from the owner of the gaming parlor in the underground neighborhood?
Of course, it was not that simple.
It was because of Hua Xi.
She was that one.
In other words, she was the replica of that one.
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The last few words General Li said to Jing Jiu were Goethe's mourning speech for Schiller? They were used at Einstein's funeral. I mentioned it in the postscript of the death of Qing Yu, and it was also for Ye Qingmei.
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