GBP Chapter 315 Loss
Chapter 315 Loss
A mouthful of blood spat out.
Fusang looked down at the mysterious sword embedded in his body and smiled contemptuously: "Si Jinchuan, no matter what form you take, you still love to launch sneak attacks. However, these little tricks can't hurt me at all."
He pulled the Xuan Sword from his chest, glanced at Xie Wanxun, and in front of her, used his divine power to shatter the Xuan Sword bit by bit.
Xie Wanxun's eyes flickered slightly, and she felt the pain in her body become even clearer.
Just as Fusang was looking at Xie Wanxun smugly, a black aura suddenly surged from the Xuan Sword in her hand. The black aura transformed into a pitch-black snake, which bit into Fusang's neck.
"what!"
Fusang grabbed the black snake, but saw the black energy gradually spread to its body, its divine power was severely suppressed, and some of its divine power even resisted Fusang.
"Damn it!" Fusang's eyes were filled with rage, and he could only use his luck to force back the erosion of the black energy. The chaotic divine power within his body was almost driving Fusang mad.
Why? How could Si Jinchuan's murderous aura affect His divine power? That's impossible!
"You will all die!" Fusang roared in fury, gathering most of his fortune to dispel the black energy and tidying up his divine power before he could recover.
When He looked at Xie Wanxun, he saw a mocking smile in her eyes.
"What are you laughing at!" Fusang roared.
Xie Wanxun couldn't help but laugh, "I've never seen you look so disheveled before, Fusang, you really are the most pathetic Heavenly Dao."
Fusang's wide sleeves were disheveled, one cuff loosened, and the hem was covered in dust. His robes were torn to pieces by the sword, stained with golden blood. The fluttering fabric looked as forlorn as a drooping flag. His hair was also somewhat loose, with a few strands falling beside his cheeks, making him look somewhat comical.
"Don't you dare say that, shut up!" Fusang accelerated its erosion of Xie Wanxun, watching Xie Wanxun's soul gradually turn into light and dissipate. It laughed disdainfully, "Xuanwu actually sacrificed its cultivation and tortoise shell to save a scourge like you. Does it really think you can defeat me? How utterly foolish."
"Xie Wanxun, you've lost. The winner will always be me."
"No," Xie Wanxun said calmly, her eyes expressionless. "I will win, 'we' will win."
Seeing Xie Wanxun's composed demeanor, Fusang turned pale with anger. He grabbed Xie Wanxun's soul and roared, "Are you so smug? Then I'll use your soul to lure out Xie Wanning, and I'll kill her right in front of you."
“You can’t do it.” Xie Wanxun shook her head and said, “Because only my death can bring her the greatest value.”
Xie Wanxun's lips curled into a contemptuous smile.
She is the Ghost Queen, and has more control over her own soul than anyone else, including her own death.
The cracks on Xie Wanxun's body were instantly ruptured, and a powerful surge of resentment quickly swept over Fusang.
Xie Wanxun's soul vanished into nothingness. In her final moments, she looked at the empty sky and sighed softly, "I really want to live."
This was her deepest wish, a fleeting expectation.
"Why are they all so troublesome!" Fusang broke free from her resentment, only to find that she had very little luck left.
The resentment and eerie murderous aura of the entire underworld over ten thousand years actually consumed most of His fortune, which He had painstakingly accumulated over a hundred lifetimes.
It's all Xie Wanxun's fault, and Si Jinchuan's fault too; they shouldn't even exist.
Fusang was so angry that her face turned pale, and a person appeared in her mind.
Xie Wanning.
Only by possessing Xie Wan Ning's luck could He possibly turn the tables.
Underworld.
Xie Wanning folded the letter in her hand and was about to put it into her storage bag.
However, on the back of the letter, she found a line of words: "Wan Ning, let me tell you a secret. In fact, there are more than ten chosen ones in the cultivation world. There might even be an eleventh chosen one."
Xie Wan's gaze darkened slightly, and a sense of unease spread through her heart, almost making it hard for her to breathe.
She stood up, ready to leave the underworld.
"Wan Ning, where are you going?" Lin Xuanjin asked worriedly.
"Spirit world."
Lin Xuanjin lowered his head dejectedly. He did not stop Xie Wanning, but called out, "Wanning, you must come back safely. Your master will be waiting for you, and your junior brothers and sisters are also waiting for you."
Xie Wanning nodded and walked step by step toward the exit of the underworld.
Just then, the entire underworld suddenly shook, followed by the mournful cries of souls.
Xie Wanning was startled. She turned around and saw the withered spider lilies covering the ground.
A pale green figure stumbled over, and upon seeing Xie Wanning, it choked out, "Sect Leader Xie, Her Highness..."
"I know."
Xie Wanning couldn't bear to hear Xiao You's words, because the answer was already in her heart.
My sister is dead.
Xie Wanxun was killed by Fusang; she could never come back.
"I will avenge my sister, don't be too sad," Xie Wanning comforted, her voice trembling involuntarily.
Seeing Xie Wanning already in tears, Xiao You remained silent for a long time before saying, "Sect Leader Xie, you must live on. Her Highness has always hoped that her sister could live a carefree life."
"I will." Xie Wanning forced a smile, even though her heart ached as if it were being torn apart.
Her sister died for her, so she will definitely live on as her sister expected. To live on for her, and for 'them'.
Human world.
The divine fire intensified, pounding against the protective barrier of the Qingyun Sect with a deafening roar.
"Mother, I'm scared." An'an huddled in Madam Wu's arms. Madam Wu covered her ears, but could not completely block out the frightening noise.
"Don't be afraid, Mother is always here."
Suddenly, a bright light appeared on the horizon, and a golden thread appeared.
"What is that?" someone shouted.
No one answered, but fear gripped everyone's hearts.
That was something sent down from the divine realm; divine fire had already destroyed their homes and taken their loved ones. And now, was it meant to take their lives?
In an instant, the golden thread flew outside the Qingyun Sect. The moment the protective shield was touched by the golden thread, the entire shield shattered into pieces like a broken glass lamp.
Golden threads spread and swayed like dandelions, flying towards people.
People scattered and fled, but the golden thread was already close behind them.
"Freeze!"
A thick ice wall appeared, blocking the golden threads' attack. Unfortunately, this ice wall couldn't hold out for long; with a "crack," it shattered.
Xie Wanning stood in front of Jin Si, holding a sharp sword made of solidified ice. With a flick of the blade, countless ice spikes appeared beside her, blocking Jin Si's path.
"Crack!"
The golden thread shattered the ice spike in an instant, leaving only a pile of broken ice on the ground.
Xie Wanning gritted her teeth and used her spiritual power to build a wall with phoenix fire in an attempt to block the attack of the golden threads.
"Run! Don't look back!" Xie Wanning shouted desperately, her hands moving faster and faster as she watched the fleeing people.
"Celestial Pivot Spirit Gathering Array, activate!"
The formation emitted light, and Xie Wanning exhausted her spiritual power to barely maintain its operation.
A protective shield appeared, blocking the gold threads from entering.
Blood trickled from Xie Wanning's lips. Even if it meant exhausting her own power and causing her cultivation to plummet, she was determined to protect these people.
These are the last remaining humans in the cultivation world; they are the people that Master and all cultivators risked their lives to protect. As the head of the Qingyun Sect, she has an even greater responsibility to protect the human race.
"boom!"
Under the constant hammering of the golden threads, the protective shield shattered, and countless golden threads rushed towards the people through the holes.
"do not want!"
Xie Wanning flew on her sword, trying to catch up with Jin Si's pace.
However, several golden threads swooped down from the sky like sharp blades. One thread precisely wrapped around a man's ankle, causing him to stumble forward and crash heavily to the ground. The golden thread, like a ghost, coiled around his neck. He screamed in terror, gripping the thread tightly with both hands, arching his back in an attempt to break free. But the thread, like a leech, clung deeper and deeper, and his screams turned into painful whimpers.
Such scenes were countless; Xie Wanning could only hear endless screams and the pervasive smell of blood.
Xie Wanning quickly mounted her sword, but the ice sword was pulled back by a golden thread.
"thump!"
Xie Wanning landed heavily on the ground. As soon as she got up, she saw Madam Wu lying not far away.
"Please...save...An'an." Madam Wu's mouth was frothy with blood, and her neck was a bloody mess, yet she still stubbornly pointed in one direction.
"Okay, I promise you." Xie Wanning nodded and ran towards An'an with all her might.
"boom!"
The ice spike blocked the golden thread's attack. Xie Wanning grabbed An'an, who was crying on the ground, and rushed off in one direction.
"It's alright," Xie Wanning comforted, continuously throwing explosive talismans behind her, hoping to slow down the speed of the golden threads.
However, a golden thread flew towards her swiftly like a fish. Xie Wanning had barely sensed the danger and had no time to react before the golden thread struck directly at her. Instinctively, she tightly shielded An'an in her arms, trying to use her own body to create a protective barrier for An'an.
But the golden thread was too fast and too strong, piercing through her back in an instant. Her body stiffened abruptly, a muffled groan of pain escaped her throat, and her hands instinctively tightened their grip on the child, her knuckles turning white from the force.
However, she heard short, labored breathing. Xie Wanning looked down and saw the golden thread piercing through An'an's abdomen. The child's eyes darkened, and it breathed its last.
"An'an, don't scare me, wake up." Xie Wanning shook the child in her arms, but only blood and tears stained her hands.
Silence fell around them; no one cried for help anymore, because no one had any chance of survival.
She wanted to protect everyone, but no one survived because of her existence.
Xie Wanning closed her eyes, and her body transformed into a ball of crimson flame and disappeared from the spot.