louisehourcade Chapter 845 - 381: Oh No, Master Is About to Come Back from the Dead
Chapter 845 - 381: Oh No, Master Is About to Come Back from the Dead
But this time, the arrowhead stopped three inches from his skin and couldn’t advance any further!
Ye Qingzhou’s body gradually became ethereal, neither physical nor a soul, but a state that lies between existence and non-existence.
Neither alive, hence death cannot be added to him!
Neither dead, thus vitality does not cease in his soul!
The Death Dao Pattern on the Laws Destruction Golden Arrow flickered wildly but still couldn’t lock onto the target, eventually cracking with a "click" sound, a fine fissure appeared on the arrow.
Ye Qingzhou reached out and grasped the golden arrow, speaking softly: "Thank you for this ’certain death’ situation... Otherwise, I wouldn’t have found this path ’to die and be reborn’."
In the confusion of time, Ye Qingzhou realized the true meaning of death and discovered that five whole years had passed.
"It’s time to go back."
"I wonder if everyone is doing well?"
......
At the same time, deep within the Spiritual Realm, the black battle robe of the Emperor Slayer fluttered without wind.
He originally sat desolately on a throne made of tens of thousands of bones from Emperor Realm corpses, but now he suddenly opened his eyes, runes of death flickering wildly within them.
"Someone... is rewriting the Death Dao Principles?"
His voice was hoarse like the friction of ancient dust, and the throne made of bones began to crack — ever since the Divine Spirit of the Nether Emperor was suppressed by the Heavenly Dao Divine Tree, he had seized the opportunity to take charge of the Path of Death, yet didn’t expect his foundation to be shaken so quickly.
The Emperor Slayer raised his hand, a strand of grey Qi manifesting in his palm, revealing the origin of the Path of Death.
But now, this strand of grey Qi began to slowly divide, one part still under his control, the other seemingly drawn by a higher-tier will, flowing towards the direction of the Netherworld...
"Ye Qingzhou..."
The Emperor Slayer slowly clenched his fist, and the throne of bones completely collapsed.
"You actually want to usurp death? Interesting..."
......
The Netherworld has no sun or moon.
Yet at this moment, an extremely bright light shone brightly in the firmament, resembling neither the scorching of the Golden Crow nor the coolness of moonlight, but a light surpassing Yin and Yang — a chaos of bright light.
Feather Emperor Haoyang stood atop the Imperial Palace, with the Infinite Sword in his hand slightly trembling, the chaotic Qi on the spine of the sword flowing instinctively, resonating with the light from beyond the sky.
"Indeed..."
He smiled faintly, the ten sun patterns on his imperial crown lighting up simultaneously.
"Indeed, you did it."
Behind him, the Nine Great Profound Monarchs knelt in unison.
Profound Monarch Sihui held the Eclipse Scripture, his voice trembling: "Your Majesty, what kind of divine anomaly does this light possess?"
The Feather Emperor did not answer, merely caressed the sword, murmuring as if sighing:
"This is the Two Rites Profound Light, capable of placing one into the state of neither life nor death, such that even Divine Weapons cannot harm them in the slightest."
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Void Divine Dynasty, the breaking world battlefield.
Emperor Lie stood on the Red Flame War Chariot, leading the Divine Dynasty’s army to tear through the Celestial Vein Rift.
Suddenly, his heart throbbed in pain, as if some crucial authority was being stripped away!
"This fluctuation... is the tremor of the Path of Death?!"
He turned sharply, looking towards the direction of the Netherworld, his pupils shrinking.
Just moments ago, the Nether Emperor’s Mark left by Empress Yuzhu... completely dissipated!
"The Nether Emperor is dead, who could stir the Death Dao Principles?!"
Emperor Lie was furious, sweeping the Heaven-Burning Halberd to split a nearby star in half: "Investigate! Thoroughly investigate for me!"
The Divine General under his command knelt trembling: "Lord Emperor Lie, could it be... the Emperor Slayer made a move?"
"It’s possible!"
Emperor Lie said angrily: "The Emperor Slayer has long harbored treacherous thoughts, now dares even to covet the Authority of Death of my Void Lineage, unforgivable, deserves celestial punishment!"
......
Fine rain like silk, misty mountain shadows.
On the green stone trail of Jiuyi Mountain, Xu Yuebing walked slowly with a plain white oil-paper umbrella.
Today, she wore a dark long gown, the hem embroidered with faint silver runes, like a river of stars flowing in the night.
Five years have passed, her features still as cold as frost, yet her eyes had become deeper with accumulated depth.
On the mountainside, a solitary grave stood silently, with simple words carved on the monument — "Ye Qingzhou’s Tomb."
In front of the grave, there were no flowers, only a pot of wine, and five swords.
Without their master, Dragon Abyss, Xuanyuan, Flame Emperor, Celestial Punishment, and Flying Frost, the Five Great Divine Weapons had dulled, turned into five unremarkable rusty swords.
Xu Yuebing gently placed a white chrysanthemum in her hand down, her gaze falling on the small, curled up figure atop the grave — Youu An, originally a Sixth Realm Grandmaster Tyrant Black Python, had now transformed into a seven or eight-year-old little girl, who was sleeping soundly beside the tombstone.
Her black hair spread loosely on the green stone, clutching a delicate small black dagger, a gift Ye Qingzhou gave her when she passed her middle school exams.
Xu Yuebing crouched down and gently patted her shoulder.
"Youu An, wake up."
The little girl woke up drowsily, her golden cat-like eyes slightly glowing in the rain mist.
Once she saw Xu Yuebing, she rubbed her eyes and murmured: "Sister Xu, you’re here again..."
Xu Yuebing smiled faintly, retrieving a packet of candied fruit from her sleeve and handing it to her: "Today is his memorial day, I came to talk with him."
Youu An accepted the candied fruit, obediently made space, and sat cross-legged beside, munching away.
Five years of time, everything has changed.
Xu Yuebing’s fingertips lightly caressed the tombstone, the cool touch made her dazed for a moment.
"Qingzhou, it’s been five years..."
Her voice was very soft, as if afraid to disturb the mist shrouding the mountains.
"Divine Sword Group has completed reorganization, its market value has exceeded ten trillion, and the military research department’s ’Celestial Spirit Engine’ has just passed tests, leading similar products of Western Pole Kingdom by at least ten years."
"In the biopharmaceutical side, Qi Mo is in charge, ’Life Creation Pill’ and ’Nine Revolutions Soul Revival Pill’ are already in phase three of clinical trials, able to repair Martial Artist’s meridian injuries, and Celestial Secret Research Institute has signed a long-term cooperation agreement with us."