Chapter 120.2 Grand Finale
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The young man’s snow-white robe resembled that of a large bird, standing firmly at the edge of the cliff, as if a sword hung over the green mountains, capable of shattering the sky with a single glance.
The Elder grinned maliciously, his mouth elongating and sharpening, wings spreading wide. His fingers started to regress into bird claws. He swooped down, as if thunder and frost descended from the heavens, getting closer, intending to tear him apart! He was confident that his cultivation suppressed Pei Jing, leaving him unable to react. Like a helpless ant, he could only be crushed.
Little did he know that Pei Jing seemed completely unaffected and reacted swiftly, evading his deadly strike and simultaneously slashing at his left wing with the sword.
Pei Jing smiled, “I have the protection of the Trandcendent Jade Lotus. What is your intimidation worth?”
The Elder’s eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, a chilling air seeping through his clenched teeth. “Transient… Jade… Lotus?” His gaze turned cold. Having lived for so long, he wouldn’t naturally be at a disadvantage against Pei Jing. He struck out with a claw towards Pei Jing’s neck, forcing him to retreat, and immediately turned to protect his own wings. A whirlwind arose, thunder seemingly roiling within the vibrating wings. As the Elder drew closer, he wielded his wings as weapons. Dark purple lightning covered every feather, reducing anything struck by him to nothing but bones in an instant.
Pei Jing leaned backward and took a diagonal stance on a protruding point of the mountainside.
This bird-like creature practically handed over its wings. It would be a waste not to strike them.
There was no flashy technique involved, just a simple sword strike that landed on the Elder’s left wing.
The bird-like Elder revealed a smug yet icy smile. “In all these years, you’re the first person daring enough to use a sword against my wings. None of the weapons in the mortal realm can harm me, but your strike is no different from grasping Heavenly Thunder with bare hands.”
His power turned out to be Heavenly Thunder, just like during a cultivator’s tribulation. He truly lived up to being a minion of the Heavenly Dao.
Pei Jing laughed softly. “What a shame, you guessed wrong. The weapon I hold in my hand has never belonged to the mortal realm.”
The expression on the Elder’s face froze, his eyes solidifying with bone-chilling coldness. However, what happened next wasn’t Pei Jing being torn apart by Heavenly Thunder. Instead, he experienced an excruciating pain that pulverized his soul in an instant, originating from his left shoulder.
Then blood splattered three feet away–
“Aggghhh!”
The heart-wrenching scream, accompanied by feathers tainted with blood, caused the entire mountainside to tremble.
The bird-like Elder clutched his blood-soaked left shoulder with his right hand, narrowly avoiding falling into the abyss, while his left hand desperately clung to the edge of the cliff.
He lifted his head, and in his eyes, there was nothing but terror now.
Pei Jing smiled, his Execution Sword stained with blood, which quickly vanished.
“So, I’ve become this strong.”
Taking a step forward, Pei Jing’s sword lightly landed on the wrist of the bird-like Elder. The other Golden Core Stage members of the clan suffered severe injuries, scattered and collapsed on the suspended steps of the high platform. They dared not make a sound, helplessly watching their Third Elder’s life hanging by a thread beneath the young man’s sword.
Pei Jing said, “Weren’t you the one who asked for my name in the beginning?”
The young man bent down, his features as cold as the gleam of the sword in the play of light and shadow.
“Pei Yuzhi.”
Pressing down with his sword, he directly severed the tendons of the Third Elder’s hand, rendering him too weak to climb. His eyes were wide with unwillingness as he helplessly plummeted into the abyss.
Pei Jing smiled. “Did you hear me clearly? Then remember my name, and also remember the story I bring to you.”
Since he was capable of winning, he had to carry an air of superiority to the end.
He spoke with full confidence, leaving everyone as still as death. Looking at that youth, resplendent in a myriad of hues, with an air of warmth and elegance, at this moment, his sharpness revealed itself, arrogant as the cold frost, piercing directly into their souls.
The Third Elder roared in his dying moments, his voice shattering the heavens and splitting rocks. “Just you wait! The Celestial Demon Lord won’t spare you! The gods won’t spare you! They won’t spare you–!”
Beneath the blood pool, within the abyss, what resided there, no one in the Demon Clan knew. However, with his left wing severed by this youth, the Third Elder’s cultivation had been destroyed, and falling down, he faced a life-or-death situation.
The atmosphere instantly grew heavy.
Pei Jing turned his gaze back to them.
With a decisive conclusion in mind, acquiring the Executioner’s Sword and grasping the power of primordial chaos, his current strength is nearing the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage.
Pei Jing’s face flickered, prompting him to ascend the jade steps. However, he had yet to find his footing!
Suddenly, the iron chain extending from beneath the elevated platform continued to tremble relentlessly!
Gripping the end of the iron chain was a stone-carved beast head, with blood flowing from its eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth.
“Ah!” someone from the Demon Clan exclaimed. Instantly, as if a command had reached their minds, everyone fell to their knees, their breathing trembling, in anticipation of the imminent arrival.
The crowd prostrated on the ground.
Only Pei Jing, dressed in white, appeared conspicuously out of place.
But he merely raised an eyebrow, lifted his chin, and gazed at the center of the blood pool, where the skeletal figure covered in black threads faced him directly.
At the same time, the small rift that had torn open in the sky grew wider and formed a void opening the height of a person.
The pool water flowed against its current, and from the pitch-black void, emanated a pure white light.
Mysterious and stunning, overflowing with malevolence, it possessed both purity and wickedness, like the contradictory rules within this furnace-like world.
Just like the madwoman above those rules.
From within the pure white light, a voice reached Pei Jing’s ears, clearer and more real than ever before.
Ethereal and elusive, it descended upon his ears, like the wind sweeping over snow-capped mountains and rivers.
“Pei Yuzhi.”
The woman’s voice seemed to contain laughter, but also an icy coldness borne out of frustration.
“Your wish has been granted. Among the myriad beings in the three thousand realm, your name alone is unforgettable to me.”
Pei Jing thought to himself, it seems that I really have attracted what I feared.
“However…” From the void, standing barefoot on the blood pool that flowed in reverse, the woman’s dress shimmered with the radiance woven by stars and moon. She briefly sneered, her tone laced with icy fragments. “The story you have brought me should also have its final chapter written today.”
Pei Jing finally saw the woman’s face clearly.
It was both real and horrifying.
Undoubtedly, she possessed beauty, the kind of beauty bestowed upon her at birth. However, the gentle elegance resembling autumn water and the radiant splendor similar to precious gems were all suppressed by her deep silver eyes. If an ordinary person had these eyes, they would be deemed stunning, but she exuded a chilling horror.
Emerging from the marrow, innate in her nature, it seemed that being born in this world meant one had no right to meet her gaze.
Silver, like the clouds before a thunderstorm, like the layer of water where the brilliance of the deep sea abruptly ceases.
She had created for herself such a resplendent appearance at birth, a vessel that should not house a soul so impure and deranged. Perhaps the true face of this woman should be that of a disheveled, bloodshot-eyed hag.
Pei Jing knew the events of his previous life, and now he felt nothing but repulsion towards her.
As the Heavenly Dao saw his expression, she began to sneer. “How about that? Shouldn’t you be thanking me? It was me who allowed you to share your emotions, to confide in each other.”
Unable to maintain her facade of tenderness in front of Pei Jing, she no longer bothered to pretend, and her words exposed her true soul.
Hypocritical, worldly, and ever-changing.
Pei Jing remained silent, exerting great effort to restrain himself from taking action.
The Heavenly Dao descended from the blood steps.
Standing barefoot on the edge of the high platform, her garments remained untouched by the bloodstains. She crouched down.
It was the first time Pei Jing had seen her in such a posture, as if a deity had descended from an altar.
Her fingers touched the bloodstained demonic bones as she softly said, “Do you think too highly of yourself? Coming to the Celestial Demon Realm, do you truly believe I have any regard for you?”
Her fingers passed through the skull of the demonic bones, barely making a sound.
Thud, a faint noise.
However, Pei Jing immediately let out a groan and couldn’t even hold onto his sword, pain causing him to crouch down.
He felt as if a sharp weapon had pierced through his head.
Moreover, he was completely powerless to resist!
The Heavenly Dao’s fingers moved like conducting a symphony, tapping, tapping, tapping. “I want you dead, it’s just a thought away.”
That sharp weapon moved in and out, rolling through flesh and brains, causing the world to turn upside down in an instant.
The excruciating pain drove one to madness, but there was no trace of its origin. The sense of helplessness was more devastating than the pain itself.
Pei Jing held his head, sweat dripping into his eyes, gasping for air in large breaths. His eyes were filled only with intense and distinct hatred.
The Heavenly Dao ceased her assault, but she smiled faintly and said, “You are an outsider, but do you believe I can’t do anything to you? Whether you believe it or not, I can compel you to jump from here.”
She readjusted the position of the demonic bone’s head, stood up, and there was still blood on her fingers.
Her lips were pale, with a gentle smile as she spoke in a strange voice that was hard to describe. “Jump.”
Then he slowly stood up, and began to step back. His eyes locked onto the Heavenly Dao, his soul clear and awake, but his body beyond his control. His body suddenly plummeted, along with the three-foot blood waterfall, rolling towards the depths of the abyss.
He had just sent the Elder of the Demon Clan down there, and now he was going to accompany him?
Falling upside down, his body weightless, he saw the woman’s dress gathering starlight, smelled the pungent scent of blood, and heard the gushing sound of water in his ears.
The abyss seemed bottomless. Pei Jing knew with absolute clarity that going down meant certain death.
Because the one who sent him down was the Heavenly Dao, someone so familiar with this world, how could she give him a chance to survive?
“Madwoman.”
Pei Jing felt an extreme disgust towards this woman’s character and had no desire to engage with her.
He only wanted to end her with a single sword strike, wiping away that neither yin nor yang smile. But now, his own survival was at stake.
Gritting his teeth, Pei Jing stiffly drew out the Execution Sword, attempting to wedge it into the stone wall to halt his descent. His fingers trembled, but the commands of the Heavenly Dao rendered his body incapable of resistance, just like how he had let Ji Wuyou leave Tianqian Peak in the previous life, powerless.
The world turned upside down as the blood-red waterfall grew more forceful, threatening to engulf his body.
He felt the Execution Sword in his hand being snatched away, the final straw taken from him. Before despair could fully consume him, he fell into someone’s embrace. The familiar scent, as cold as the snow in this abyss. Pei Jing was momentarily stunned, then filled with joy as he couldn’t help but reach out, grasping onto the person’s robes. The pure black garment brushed against the falling debris, and with the Execution Sword in his hand, it felt like he had finally found his true destination.
Chu Junyu held Pei Jing’s waist, wielding his sword to split mountains and rise from the perilous situation.
The aura surrounding him was tremendously powerful, causing even the cascading waterfall to freeze in a single moment. The atmosphere became saturated with a chilling sense of impending danger.
Standing at the edge of the high platform, the Heavenly Dao tightened her grip, and the silver gleam in her eyes revealed a hatred no less intense than that of Pei Jing’s.
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