Chapter 307: [Sisheng Peak] The Dusk of Bats
"What's going on?"
The Butterfly-Boned Beauties in the back couldn't see the changes in front, and they even stretched out their necks to look around anxiously.
Although Chu Wanning's tall walls were sturdy, they were nothing more than a mound in front of the vast ocean of the Nine Prefectures. Seeing that the Jiuge Formation had begun to shatter and water was flowing out of the vines, the beauties' hands and feet couldn't help but fall into disorder.
Forward shouted: "What happened? Why don't you let us in?"
Some people looked back and their expressions changed drastically: "The Path of Martyrdom has collapsed!"
"What?!"
As a result, the Butterfly-Boned clan was trapped internally, the demonic gate in front was closed, and the demonic bridge behind them collapsed. And beneath their feet was an endless abyss. Where could they flee to?
In that instant, the entire scene turned into a mess. Shi Mei shouted in a stern voice, "Everyone, come to the front, don't panic!"
"Grandmaster Hua…"
The loudspeaker brought his voice to the end, "I said that. I will bring you home."
This was something that he had been seeking for two lifetimes, and it was also his mother's long-cherished wish before she died. At this point, he would no longer have the slightest intention of backing down.
"But Grandmaster, how can we possibly have the ability to fight against the Demon Envoys?"
Shi Mei turned his eyes, his hazel pupils reflecting the doomsday scene.
"Not before. But now?"
As he said that, the panicking beauties suddenly remembered something. Because of the aura flowing out from the opening of the Infernal domain, they had more or less recovered some of their demon spiritual energy.
Shi Mei said: "All of you retreat behind me and gather together to slow down the annihilation of the Path of Martyrdom."
"What about you, Grandmaster?"
Shi Mei looked at the skeleton waving the axe and said: "I'll go defeat him."
With that, the demonic skeleton roared and pounced forward.
"Be careful, Grandmaster!"
Shi Mei didn't mind at all. He had never received such a violent flow of spirit energy before. This demonic aura roamed about within his body, making him unable to advance forward.
In fact, the Butterfly-Boned Clan should be such a powerful clan. Because of a single person's betrayal, they would have to suffer such injustice for thousands of years…
With hatred in his eyes, he set his palm on fire and threw it towards the skeleton without a word.
The skeleton flashed, and the fireball crashed into the magic door, leaving a charred mark.
"How dare you, traitor!"
Shi Mei said angrily: "What blood is flowing in my body, is it my fault?! Because the blood of the Chen Mother race was exiled from the world, making it difficult for them to form their spirit cores. Because the blood of a descendant of the gods was rejected and could not be returned to the family — What did I do? What did the Butterfly-Boned Beauty do? Why is it a treason?"
The skeleton only repeated in a solemn and stubborn manner, "A traitor, you dare to act rashly…"
It was like a Buddhist prayer from a monk.
It looked like a golden body made of yellow clay.
It was obviously such an ethereal thing, but it was so natural.
In the sky, Chu Wanning was doing his best to resist the torrential currents. In the distance, the cultivators had mostly retreated to the intersection of the two mortal worlds, where they set up the Black Tortoise Formation.
In front of him, Shi Mei was in a life or death battle with the demonic skeleton.
Everyone had their own missions and choices. Perhaps they had crossed swords before, but at this moment, none of them had the strength to fight to the death with the other.
When the Heaven's punishment finally arrived, people's faces were all similar -
Humble but unwilling to surrender.
"Grandmaster! The Path of Martyrdom is about to collapse!"
"We can't hold on any longer…"
Some of the young beauties couldn't help but cry in despair.
They were crying, their wails filling the strong winds and squeezing into the ears of their teachers…
It was as though that year, his small and frail body had slammed savagely into the ice-cold stone door of the Tianyin Pavilion.
When the door opened, he saw his father with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and his mother with his bones and flesh separated. He heard his mother screaming as his bloody body rubbed against the ground.
"Run! — run!"
Run, get out of here.
Run, to a place where we can eventually live.
Together with all the bullied clansmen. That was his mother's lifelong wish to sell his soul, his body, and finally his life.
Run.
"So, in the end, what part of me has let the demons down?"
This was his last question, and he did not intend to wait for an answer.
Shi Mei jumped up, dodging the Demon Skull's axe attack, following that, he moved agilely like a kite, with his knees sinking down, he knelt on the skeleton's shoulder, and grabbed onto the skull that was moving left and right.
The road shook more and more under their feet, and the bridge that was built from the pieces of Jinlong quickly collapsed, and the corpses fell into the endless abyss. They couldn't even hear the echo of the falling pieces.
Shi Mei looked up and saw his clansmen huddled together, trying to force out the demonic energy they had just gathered, trying their best to slow down the progress of Shang's demise.
They were pure blooded beauties, birds that returned to their nests together — and what about him?
There was the sound of bats flapping their wings in the abyss.
A cold light flashed on Shi Mei's palm, a thorny thorn suddenly appeared, quenching the demon aura. He raised it high up and aimed at the skull –
It suddenly stabbed down!
...
What exactly is a bat?
A bird soaring in the sky? Or a beast crouching in the darkness?
Maybe neither side would recognize him. His blood was dirty. No matter where he went, he would only be a traitor.
A few moments of deathly silence. The skull crashed to the ground! In an instant, it transformed into ten thousand black dots, disappearing without a trace. But at this time, the closing of the Devil Sect had reached a dangerous point. Shi Mei jumped up and flew high into the air, using his flesh and blood to support the closing of the embossed stone door.
He turned his head and looked down in bewilderment at the beautiful people who were still in tears. He snapped, "What are you waiting for? Run!"
Run…
"Run!" Hua Gui's last scream was like a ray of light piercing through the clouds. Even after twenty years, his heart had still been torn to shreds. "A-Nan, run!"
When he closed his eyes, he could clearly see that her arms had been torn open, the bones of her legs broken, and she was writhing in a pool of blood, fighting a battle to the death. She threw herself forward and grabbed her husband's legs, just to give her child a chance to live.
"Run! Run! Don't look back! Don't come back!"
The man stomped down and her face was smashed.
At the last moment, she did her best to say, "Run…"
Kacha.
Her throat was broken…
Shi Mei clenched his teeth and poured his demonic aura into his body. His bones creaked, but he still tried his best to support himself between the door and the Infernal domain, preventing it from closing.
He looked down. Sweat was seeping out of his forehead, and his lips were bitten and bleeding. His entire body was trembling, his muscles and bones were about to be crushed — although the closing of the Demon Gate had slowed down, its strength had not relaxed in the slightest.
One inch, two inches… One chi… Two feet…
Veins popped out and his face turned red.
However, he still looked at the flustered crowd and said hoarsely, "Run…"
Faster, faster.
I said we'd go home. Even though his hands were covered in blood, tens of thousands of people still cursed me for betraying their masters and exterminating their loved ones. I have done all the wrong things, and I have done everything for this cause.
But I'm not a traitor.
It was as if his bones were about to be dislocated and grind to pieces, yet he was still holding onto that enormous door – truly laughable. Ants could support the heavens, mayflies could shake trees.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a loud bang not too far away!
Shi Mei lifted his sweaty face and peered through the tears in his eyelashes. He saw Chu Wanning being hit by the Heaven-Devouring Waves. The wall built by Tianwen and Jiuge was broken into pieces. After his Shizun fell from the sky, the dam he was struggling to maintain collapsed.
He saw Chu Wanning being thrown into the water by a huge wave with his own eyes.
"Shizun…"
The wall collapsed and the flood was no longer stopped. With the force of a bamboo breaking, it swept towards the intersection of the two worlds, leveling the mountains and buildings as it filled the ravines and empty valleys. In the blink of an eye, everything had sunk into chaos.
The human world was not the same as yesterday.
The blue sea had already turned into mulberry fields.
Just at this moment, the pressure of the Devil Sect increased by several times. Shi Mei felt that his bones had been broken and tendons had separated from his body. His spirit power was overdrawn and he suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood.
He lowered his head and looked down. There were still a dozen or so people who had yet to arrive.
He did not know where he got the strength from, but he let out an angry shout. His eyes were about to crack, and the meridians in his neck were popping out. He used all his strength to block the door that was about to close.
"Grandmaster Hua!"
The beauties who had passed the world were all gathered below, watching him. However, at this time, Shi Mei couldn't see their faces clearly. His vision was blurry, and everything was blurry.
The last eight… Five… Three…
His face twisted with pain, a smile of revenge blossomed with joy and love, blood trickled from his mouth, and his teeth were bright red.
What is the destiny, fate, the people, the demons, the gods or the ghosts, what hinders his return journey, and makes all his previous efforts useless—
Not yet…but…
His heart was as hard as iron.
This was an unshakable stubbornness.
In the end…
"Run…"
Shi Mei laughed indulgently. Not to mention mayflies can't shake trees, as long as the heart is firm, ants can also break the dike.
Hadn't he managed to do it in the end?
'Bang!' a loud sound was heard.
The Infernal domain's gate suddenly closed. Instantly, darkness and red intertwined before his eyes. What was red was blood, while what was dark was the sky. The last sound the bat in the crevice heard was a crisp "kacha".
A sound that made one's hair stand on end, feel one's blood run cold.
Was it the sound of shattering of bones of the skull?
It was the echo of his mother's broken neck being stepped on when he was still a child…
"Grandmaster Hua! Grandmaster!" Along with the loud closing of the devil gate, the Butterfly-Boned Beauty Feast Clan's mournful wails were cut off from the rest of the world.
The Demon Area's gate was dripping with blood. Between the cracks, Hua Binan's broken limbs were falling down… However, right after that, a huge wave came and washed away the hundreds of millions of corpses on the Path of Martyrdom.
After the wave passed, the devil gate disappeared.
Only Sisheng Peak remained, sinking into the waves of the vast sea. The Heaven-Piercing Tower collapsed, the Red Lotus Pavilion was annihilated, and the tiles and tiles of Loyalty Hall were instantly swallowed up.
Chu Wanning coughed a few times. Several times he wanted to call out to Huaisha, but his spiritual power had already cleared up, making him unable to do so.
Another sky-turning wave came by. The water pressure hit Chu Wanning's chest, bringing with it a piece of broken driftwood. He sank deep into the sea, wincing in pain and unable to breathe… He wouldn't be able to hold on to anything to save his own life…
His white robe fluttered in the water and his hair was scattered. He was sinking in the water. The halo before his eyes slowly faded and he was unable to breathe. Gradually, he felt his soul leaving his body.
Xue Meng and the others… they should have already retreated to the Black Tortoise Spirit Formation.
Would they make a mistake in the future?
And Mo Ran…
Mo Ran…
He slowly opened his eyes. In the cold water, the light of the sky was far away, and a few wisps of air bubbles appeared on his lips. He was lying on his back in a daze, probably choking to death, when he began to hallucinate.
He saw a dark figure coming at him like a mermaid, so close that he could see the familiar features, the dark purple pupils, and even the small, disjointed scars on his face.
It was a trace left behind after his corpse had been dismembered.
Chu Wanning suddenly closed his eyes. He must have been being too ruthless. So in the end, even the illusion before his death tormented him.
He said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry…"
He opened and closed his lips, but there were only tiny bubbles.
Suddenly, a hand tugged at him. Before he could even react, he fell into a firm and wide embrace. His chest was extremely cold and didn't have the slightest bit of warmth, but even the sea water seemed to be evaporated by the wild aura on his body.
"Chu Wanning."
He heard someone calling to him.
"Wanning!"
In his scattered consciousness, there was a person holding his lips. His lips were slightly cold, and a strand of spirit energy flowed into them.
"Bu'gui, come!"
In a split-second, a ghostly jade-green brilliance rushed out from the seawater. The man grabbed it and brought it with him towards the surface of the water. In the blink of an eye, they broke out of the water with a "Hua La" sound. Chu Wanning was drenched from head to toe. He was naturally cold and shivering in the cold water. His lips were green and white without a single trace of blood.
After panting for a while, he suddenly realized what had happened just now.
He suddenly raised his head and met the pair of deep, moist eyes. They were no longer confused and lost, but rather cold and clear.
Mo Ran was also panting slightly. His sexy lips were slightly opened, and were somewhat moist. His black clothes were also soaked through, sticking close to his tightly muscled chest. He just stared at Chu Wanning, not saying a word.
Who is this?
Was it a puppet or a living person?
Taxian-Jun, or Mo-zongshi?
Chu Wanning's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He was about to speak when a drop of salty water slid down his forehead and into his eye socket.
He closed his eyes. They were red.
The moment he closed his eyes, the man embraced him in the water, his slightly cold lips touching his forehead.
"I am late."
"…"
"Now that the shackles of Hua Bian have been removed, no one can control me anymore." He kissed his forehead and his eyelashes. Because he had just swam too fast to save him, he was still panting.
Taxian-Jun looked at the eyes that slowly opened. He raised his hand and ruffled Chu Wanning's hair, then looked at the world that was flooded with a torrential flood.
His voice was low and deep.
"Let's go. I'll send you back to your world."