"Let the flowers bloom, there's no need to wait for the fruit."
"I want to sleep peacefully, to find a quiet, deserted place."
The storm lord's violent expression gradually faded, and he simply lay quietly in Zero's arms, whispering, "Mother..."
Zero gave a soft "hmm".
Duke Storm smiled and closed his eyes.
The gold-hunting beast, which had been eyeing the treasure for a long time, rushed to the scepter of the dead after Duke Storm died and took a bite out of it like it was gnawing on a baguette.
The green flames in the skull's eyes vanished instantly, and the aurora in the sky also disappeared.
Zhang Mengqian got up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and turned to walk down the mountain.
He looked at the shooting star still streaking across the sky and suddenly stopped: "So beautiful."
It was as if he had seen an even more beautiful picture that was invisible to the eye.
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On Ginkgo Mountain.
Zong Cheng's arm, which was about to place a piece, suddenly stopped, and the snow outside also stopped. He suddenly sighed.
The old man stared intently at the chessboard: "I won again."
It's like a double entendre, referring to both the chessboard and the battlefield.
At this moment, the black pieces on the chessboard are in dire straits, but all of that is just to lure the enemy deeper into the territory. On the other side of the chessboard, a deadly trap is already brewing.
Zong Cheng smiled and said, "Fighting on multiple fronts, with each front working together at the last moment, is truly admirable. I'm curious, what would Zhang Mengqian do if he couldn't kill Duke Storm?"
The old man shook his head: "How could it not be killed? That silhouette had already activated its second-stage containment mode. Zhang Mengqian didn't even have time to use it before the battle was over."
Zong Cheng seemed to be deep in thought. He didn't ask what the second-order form of the silhouette was, but was more concerned about something else: "Is Zero one of your moves? I thought that Duke Storm actually had a backup plan to take Zhang Mengqian to hell with him, but he gave up."
The old man shook his head again: "I use everything, but I have never used family ties. That was Ling's own choice, it has nothing to do with me."
Zong Cheng sighed, "So even figures like Duke Storm and Zero need family ties..."
The old man asked, "What are you still doing here?"
Zong Cheng stood up, straightened his wrinkled clothes, and said with a smile, "It is indeed my turn to take the stage. Originally, I didn't think I would lose, but at this moment I'm a little uncertain. Perhaps you want me to witness the destruction of the Western Continent to destroy my confidence."
“From the moment you sensed Qing Chen’s threat, you lost all confidence,” the old man said, putting all the chess pieces back into the chess box. “You have a certain endearing genuineness, unlike the original Zong Cheng who was killed by Li Shentan a thousand years ago. At least I don’t completely despise you. Go now, you have no way out.”
"Grandpa, I won't lose."
"uncertain."
Zong Cheng smiled and turned to go down the mountain. Just as the old man said, with the giant's telepathic abilities and the forbidden syringe in existence, if he didn't take action soon, he would only be waiting to die.
Today's opportunity is fleeting and will never come again.
Outside the A5 battlefield, twelve elderly Chen family painters walked up the ridge and silently looked at the devastation of the battlefield.
Behind them, thousands of laborers carried scrolls on their backs, waiting silently.
The painter Chen saw the legion of the dead turn to ashes one by one, eventually becoming a handful of yellow earth on the ground, their bodies tilting to the ground like quicksand.
Giants: "Wow!"
A cheer erupted from the battlefield. They knew that someone must have beheaded Duke Storm, which finally brought the war to an end.
It was finally over. Everyone collapsed to the ground, savoring their survival while weakly cheering.
The painter Chen, standing on the ridge, smiled and said, "I really wanted to let you have some more fun, but I can't... I'm sorry, I have to win this time."
As soon as he finished speaking, twelve elderly Chen family painters came to Li Fu and twisted the scrolls they were carrying into pieces.
There is nothing else in this painting except for Zhurong and Gonggong, the two gods of water and fire.
The fire god Zhurong's red hair stood on end, his beard was like fire, and the water god Gonggong's eyes were ice blue, with blue water flowing around his ankles.
Twelve thousand gods and Buddhas flew into the sky and landed directly above the battlefield.
Gods and Buddhas everywhere!
The gods and Buddhas that Chen Yu once longed for were brought back to life in the hands of the puppeteer.
Hundreds of years ago, Chen Xuanwu summoned 1,300 gods and Buddhas with his own power and became a god in one battle.
Today, the puppeteer uses twelve thousand gods and Buddhas to achieve world domination.
Xiao Qi was enjoying her relief after surviving the ordeal when she looked up and saw the sky full of gods and Buddhas, and she was completely dumbfounded: "Is this ever going to end? Huh? I'm asking you, is this ever going to end?!"
The cruelest thing about this war is that every time everyone thinks they have a glimmer of hope, someone will pour cold water on that hope and extinguish it again!
This is incredible!
Luo Wanya stood up and roared, "I don't believe the night will never end, torches..."
Xiao Qi interrupted, "Fire my foot! Big brother, look at what's in the sky! Fire, fire, fire, fire! See those six thousand or so fire gods Zhurong? The torches aren't in our hands, they're on their heads!"
Xiao Wu: "...It really does look like a torch."
Chen Zhuoqu looked up wearily: "There are more than two hundred statues that are completely different from the others. There are demigods among the Chen family painters."
Luo Wanyi coughed twice: "Then what do you suggest we do?"
Xiao Qi stood up wearily from the ground and laughed nonchalantly, "Forget who has the torch, and forget whether we can win or not. So what if we die on this battlefield today? It's just death!"
Today, we've witnessed too much life and death; we've become numb to it all.
But behind this numbness is not fear or regret, but the courage to face death without regret!
Xiao Qi said in a hoarse voice, "Stand up, everyone! Die standing up!"
Upon hearing this, everyone on the battlefield stood up, their eyes fixed firmly on the countless gods and Buddhas in the sky.
Wang Xiaojiu stood atop a pile of corpses and sand, raising the massive guillotine towards the countless gods and Buddhas in the sky.
"kill!"
However, at that moment, a fleet flew in from afar and collided with the countless gods and Buddhas without hesitation. A girl with twin ponytails protected the airship, shuttling back and forth!
That's Yangyang, and also Qingkun and Qingyi's fleet coming from the direction of Jianmen Pass!
Countless gods and Buddhas shot down the airships one after another, but the fleet never retreated.
For a brief moment, it managed to stop the advance of all the gods and Buddhas in the sky!
Meanwhile, in Chen Yu's residence in City 7, Shen Dai Yunluo was standing in the courtyard admiring the flowers. He could no longer see anything, but he gently touched the newly opened plum blossoms with his fingers.
The young nobleman, dressed in a white hunting robe, smiled and said, "Everyone says that the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, but in fact, plum blossoms are not fragrant because of the bitter cold; they are fragrant all along."
Behind him, an ancient clock was striking the hour.
With a series of knocking sounds, a shadowy door opened, and Qing Ji stepped out, asking, "Are you done yet?"
"Alright, let's go." Kamishiro Yunluo stepped into the Shadow Gate first, arriving on the battlefield in one step.
The next moment, Hyakume-ki, who had already returned to the Divine Bridge, flew out again. You should know that she had only been recuperating for three days and should not have appeared!
Earlier, Zongcheng told the old man that halfway through the first game of Go, Qingji went to steal something. In fact, Qingji brought Shendai Yunluo to this clock because time would flow ten times faster next to the forbidden object on this clock!
Puppet master Zongcheng used it to create even more paintings, while Kamishiro Unra used it to resummon Hyakume-ki four days earlier!
If the shroud is a natural fit for the Chen family painters, then perhaps this clock is the most suitable artifact for Onmyoji, which can shorten the gap period after they lose their shikigami from seven days to half a day!
With her hands tucked into her sleeves, Kamishiro Unra unleashed all her shikigami: "How could I miss out on such a lively event?"
His white figure stood out starkly against the gray battlefield, seemingly isolated from the world.
At this moment, dozens of gods and Buddhas attacked Yangyang, burning the girl's hair. Just as the gods and Buddhas were about to kill the girl on the spot, the small-figure Baibaimu Demon disappeared from the spot.
When she reappeared, she was already blocking Yangyang's way!
The two blood-red eyes between the eyebrows of the Hundred-Eyed Demon suddenly opened, the eyes of the Silver Duke in the palm of his hand opened, and the eyes of the Old King of the Fate Master on the back of his hand also opened!
The Ten Directions World!
The world roared, and an invisible force shattered everything, causing more than two hundred gods and Buddhas to vanish into thin air!
With a smile, Hyakume turned around and pushed Yangyang, sending the girl into a spatial rift. Yangyang disappeared into the rift and reappeared beside Qingchen.
The power of this space is as unpredictable as a ghost or god.
In the blink of an eye, Hyakume-ki turned around and charged forward again, engaging in battle with all the gods in the sky. For a time, the gods and Buddhas had no good way to deal with her.
However, more than two hundred demigods and Buddhas quietly surrounded them, chanting Sanskrit from an unknown source, which ignited the entire sky.
They want to block off the entire sky to restrict the Hyakume-ki's movement!
Although the Hundred-Eyed Demon was fierce, it could not break through the shackles of demigods and fight against more than two hundred demigods and Buddhas. In the end, it could not bear the burden.
Qing Ji said, "She is going to lose."
“It’s alright,” Kamishiro Yunra said softly. “Defeat was expected. I never intended to win in the first place.”
"Hmm?" Qing Ji looked at him.
Shen Dai Yunluo smiled and said, "I just want to buy Qingchen a little more time... Qingchen, come back, the world needs not only us, but also you!"
The sound drifted away and flew into Qingchen's ears on Hu Jingyi's back.
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Inside the gray fog world, Qing Chen continued to punch the invisible wall.
He didn't know how long he had been hammering, or how much longer he would have to hammer, but as long as the seal and shackles remained unbroken, he would keep hammering like this!
Just then, he heard someone shout from the gray fog: "Qingchen, come back! The world needs not only us, but also you!"
He heard Luo Wanya shout, "I do not believe the night is endless, for the torch is in our hands."
He heard shouts of killing, cries of battle, and curses; he heard the clamor and anticipation of the world.
Qing Chen pounded on the invisible wall like a madman. He felt that he was just a little short, but he didn't know what exactly he was missing!
Why does he want the memories within this seal? Is it for the sealed power, or something else?
In the seven-hour story told by Yi, what is it that he wants most?