socalfunplaces Chapter 3363 Be cautious! Be cautious! Be even more cautious!
Chapter 3363 Be cautious! Be cautious! Be even more cautious!
"Go!"
The child was thrown ashore by the enormous force, rolling heavily into the mud and splashing mud all over himself.
The woman, due to the impact of the reaction force, had the withered tree root in her hand snap completely with a "crack".
"mother--!"
The child struggled to his feet, ignoring the pain, and frantically rushed to the edge of the cliff, crying out in anguish. He reached out his small hands, trying to grab something, but only managed to grasp air.
But all that answered him was the howling wind, the torrential rain, and his ever-shrinking figure as he plunged into the abyss, eventually disappearing completely into the darkness.
This scene, like the sharpest blade, deeply pierced the hearts of everyone in the void.
Yu Mengmeng's shoulders were shaking from crying, her hands covered her mouth, and tears rolled down like beads from a broken string.
Xiao Zi buried her head deep in Yu Mengmeng's arms, unable to bear looking at the tragic scene on the screen, her small body trembling slightly.
Even Hu Qingye, a man of unyielding integrity who rarely sheds tears, had his eyes red and moist, barely managing to hold back his tears.
He held Hu Xiaoman tightly in his arms, his arms tightening slightly with the force, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
All beings are suffering.
This is the disaster brought about by the collapse of the Heavenly Dao, this is the catastrophe caused by the evil spirits, and every life is suffering annihilation.
"Cough...cough..."
Just then, a violent cough came from Hu Qingye's arms, breaking the silence in the bedchamber.
"Xiaoman?!"
Hu Qingye suddenly lowered her head, her voice filled with barely concealed excitement.
Hu Xiaoman had opened her eyes at some point.
Those once clear and bright eyes were now bloodshot, filled with exhaustion and pain, their gaze somewhat unfocused, yet still revealing a trace of clarity.
She woke up.
Or rather, it was the child's heart-wrenching cries and the desperate prayers of countless beings that abruptly roused him from his coma.
She is the Heavenly Way of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the soul of this world.
The joys and sorrows of those creatures, their struggles and cries, were like countless fine needles, piercing her heart, making it impossible for her to sleep or remain detached.
Hu Xiaoman struggled to lift her head, her gaze falling on the light screen in mid-air.
She looked at the child who was lying on the edge of the cliff, crying out "Mother".
Looking at those people kneeling in the ruins, kowtowing to the heavens.
Looking at those lives displaced and homeless in the disaster.
"God, please open your eyes... save us..."
"Lord Heaven...have you abandoned us? We beg you to have mercy and save your people..."
"We don't want to die...we want to live..."
Desperate questions and humble pleas flooded Hu Xiaoman's mind like a tidal wave, causing her heart to ache as if it were being stabbed.
"puff--!"
The excruciating pain struck again, more intensely than ever before.
Hu Xiaoman's body trembled violently, and he spat out another mouthful of black blood, which splattered onto Hu Qingye's white clothes like blooming ink flowers, a shocking sight.
The blood was even blacker and thicker than before, clearly indicating that her life force had been significantly devoured by the soul seed.
"Stop looking, Xiaoman!" Hu Qingye hurriedly reached out to cover her eyes.
"Ah Ling, turn it off! Quickly turn off the light screen!"
"Do not……"
Hu Xiaoman slowly reached out and her icy fingertips grasped Hu Qingye's wrist.
Her hands were cold and weak, yet she resolutely pushed his hand away.
"Don't close it."
Hu Xiaoman struggled to sit up, leaning against Hu Qingye's chest, panting heavily.
Black blood still dripped from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the light screen, refusing to look away even for a moment.
"I am the Way of Heaven."
“These are my people.”
“They are suffering, they are dying, and I cannot... nor do I have the right to pretend I don’t see it.”
Her voice was soft and weak, yet every word carried immense weight, leaving a deep imprint on everyone's heart.
Fox Qingye felt as if her heart was being twisted by a knife.
He held her cold body tightly, wishing he could take all her pain and suffering upon himself, his voice choked with emotion: "There will be a way... there must be a way..."
"We will definitely find a way to save you, and we can also save this world..."
Hu Xiaoman didn't speak, but simply shook her head gently.
She knew that time was running out, her life was slipping away rapidly, and this world was collapsing at an accelerated pace.
She slowly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes glistening with tears.
Not only is the Eastern Zhou Dynasty collapsing, but the Manchurian Dynasty is too.
It can't go on like this!
Book from heaven!
The Heavenly Book must contain records of how to expel the soul seed.
She began frantically flipping through the books, her divine sense like the fastest light, sweeping over one classic text after another, line after line of text, not letting go of any possible clue.
No.
No.
still none.
Countless ancient texts were consulted, but a solution could not be found that could both preserve the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and completely resolve the issue of the Soul Seed.
Despair surged like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming her consciousness and almost making her give up.
Until... her divine sense swept over an ancient scroll that was tattered and its cover was already blurred, yet it emitted a faint golden light.
At that moment, a line of incomplete text on the ancient scroll seemed to possess a magical power, attracting her attention and causing her consciousness to involuntarily pause.
[Heavenly Dao Stripping Technique].
The five ancient and mysterious characters exude an aura of defying the heavens.
Hu Xiaoman's consciousness trembled as she carefully opened the mysterious ancient book.
Every word on the ancient scroll seems to have been written in blood, exuding a strong stench of blood and a madness that defies the heavens.
There is also a chilling kind of resoluteness, as if every word tells of the pain and sacrifice of the practitioner.
The Way of Heaven is the soul of the world. Heaven and Earth coexist, sharing both glory and shame.
If the soul is afflicted with a terrible disease, and one wishes to prevent the world from collapsing and to protect all living beings from extinction, the only way is to sever it.
[By sacrificing his body, using his soul as a weapon, and drawing upon his own life essence, he forcibly separated the origin of the Heavenly Dao from his own soul, severing their connection.]
After being stripped away, the essence of Heaven returns to Heaven and Earth, reshaping the rules of the world, repairing the collapsed earth, and cleansing the world of calamities. The world can be at peace, and all living beings can be protected.
However, the one who cast the spell...
Hu Xiaoman stared intently at the last few lines of small print, her heart skipped a beat, her breathing became rapid, and a strong sense of unease welled up inside her.
The process is like being devoured by a thousand ants, torn apart by a thousand cuts, an excruciating pain; only those with a will as firm as a rock could possibly complete it.
[After the stripping, the caster will completely lose their divine status, becoming a mere mortal with no divine power whatsoever.]
Furthermore, because the soul is forcibly separated from its origin, the soul will inevitably suffer severe damage, with a very high probability of becoming crippled, blind, deaf, or even... losing its mind and becoming a drooling, mentally challenged being unable to live or die.
This technique defies the will of Heaven and violates the laws of nature. Be cautious! Be cautious! Be extremely cautious!