socalfunplaces Chapter 3301 Lesser Fullness (He's waiting)
Chapter 3301 Lesser Fullness (He's waiting)
Yang Susu wielded the Holy Heaven Sword, unleashing a terrifying sword aura that instantly shredded hundreds of evil spirits that pounced upon her.
But the next moment, the cosmic disc rotated slightly, and time reversed.
The demons that had just been shredded instantly reformed, becoming even more ferocious, and roared as they pounced on them again.
They can't be killed all of them.
It cannot be eradicated.
This is essentially a never-ending war of attrition.
Jun Yichen let out a deafening roar, and black divine power transformed into a demonic dragon, attempting to break free of the great formation's constraints and attack the suspended cosmic disc.
However, a green poisonous mist surged around the formation, a potent poison that could even corrode divine power.
The demonic dragon plunged into the poisonous fog, letting out a mournful cry. Its once solid body rapidly dissolved, eventually turning into specks of black light and dissipating.
With one side gaining and the other losing, the two once-powerful gods are now in dire straits.
Zhou Wenlun stood on the altar, watching this scene as if he were introducing his most prized collection to a guest.
"Xiaoman, look how wonderful this formation is!"
He pointed to the constantly rotating cosmic disc, his voice soft and elegant.
"This Cosmic Disc is an ancient forbidden artifact that can reverse time and suppress eternity."
"In addition, with the Myriad Ghosts Devouring Heaven Formation, which the Ghost Lord has poured all his efforts into refining, even your parents will not be able to escape easily."
The cultivators from the Feng, Lei, and Ning families kneeling below were already terrified out of their wits.
Although their cultivation level was inferior to that of the Heavenly Dao, they could still see the terrifying strength of the two people in the picture.
That is a god who truly transcends the Extreme Realm!
Yet, this very being was trapped in that great formation, and was toyed with like a caged beast.
Just how insane are Wen Lun and their Heavenly Dao this week?
Zhou Wenlun seemed to relish the fearful gazes of the crowd. He turned to look at Hu Xiaoman, whose face was deathly pale, and continued:
"More importantly, this great formation is connected to the origin of the true self."
He pointed to his heart, the very spot where Hu Xiaoman had tried to pierce him earlier.
"My life is locked by this great formation."
"If I die, or suffer serious injury that destabilizes my origin, the Cosmic Light Disc will instantly go out of control."
Zhou Wenlun's smile turned somewhat sinister. He stretched out his hand and made an explosion gesture in the air.
"boom--!"
"At that time, the power of the universe accumulated within the cosmic disc for hundreds of millions of years, combined with the resentment of hundreds of millions of evil spirits, will be completely detonated in an instant."
"That kind of power is enough to completely erase that spacetime, along with all the living beings in it, and blow them into nothingness."
"Xiaoman, you're so smart, you should know what the consequences would be, right?"
"Your Father God, your Mother God, they will be completely wiped out from this world, leaving not even a trace."
After Zhou Wenlun finished speaking, he fell silent and simply looked at Hu Xiaoman quietly.
He is waiting.
Wait until this proud woman completely breaks down.
The wind stopped.
The blood rain stopped.
The whole world seemed to be filled only with Hu Xiaoman's heavy breathing.
She looked at her parents fighting a bloody battle in the video.
Watching her mother swing her sword again and again, her arms trembling, yet she still turned her back to her father.
Watching her father shield his wife from the poisonous fog with his own body, just to give her a chance to catch her breath.
They are working desperately.
To save her, to get to her side, they risked their lives to fill that bottomless pit.
And what about her?
The sword in her hand was pointed at the demon who controlled everything.
If this sword strikes, Zhou Wenlun will die.
The Ghost Lord will die.
Her great revenge was fulfilled.
but……
My fellow disciples will die.
The Father God and the Mother God will also die.
To exchange the lives of all one's closest relatives for the life of a demon.
No matter how you look at it, this is a losing proposition.
Total loss.
Hu Xiaoman's hand, holding the Nine Spirit Hairpin, began to tremble violently.
The fire of revenge that had sustained her all this time was extinguished in an instant by a bucket of ice water called "family affection."
She can't gamble.
She can't afford to lose.
"Clang-"
A crisp sound rang out, particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the altar.
The purple-gold sword that the Nine Spirit Hairpin had transformed into slipped from Hu Xiaoman's hand, crashed heavily onto the white jade ground with a mournful cry, and then turned back into a hairpin.
As the hairpin fell to the ground, Hu Xiaoman felt as if her spine had been removed; she swayed and almost fell over.
Her face was ashen, and the purple-gold light in her eyes quickly faded, leaving only a bleak and desolate gray.
"I'm fine... I'll marry him."
She lowered her head, her voice as soft as a wisp of smoke about to dissipate.
Zhou Wenlun looked at the Nine Spirit Hairpin at his feet, a hint of triumphant joy flashing in his eyes.
He bent down, gracefully picked up the hairpin, and gently blew away non-existent dust.
Then, he walked up to Hu Xiaoman, raised his hand, and put the hairpin back into her hair.
His movements were as gentle as a considerate husband's.
"That's right, Xiaoman."
His fingers slid down Hu Xiaoman's cheek, lingering on her cold skin.
"Be my bride obediently. As long as I don't die, they can live a little longer in that formation."
"After all, I also want them to see with their own eyes how their daughter marries me."
at this time.
In the enormous scene in the sky, Yang Susu, who had been facing away from everyone, seemed to sense something.
In the brief moment between slaying a demon with her sword, she suddenly raised her head, her clear, cold eyes piercing through endless time and space, piercing through the barriers of the scene, and landing precisely on Hu Xiaoman.
Eyes facing each other.
Separated by billions of light-years, by a great array of life and death.
Hu Xiaoman originally thought she would see disappointment and blame in her mother's eyes.
After all, she bowed to the devil.
But no.
In Yang Susu's eyes, there was no fear, no blame, only overflowing worry and heartache.
Her lips moved, as if she were saying something.
Although she couldn't hear the sound, Hu Xiaoman understood.
Live!
Tears welled up again.
Hu Xiaoman bit her lip tightly until she tasted blood, then forced herself not to cry out.
live.
Even if it's humiliating, even if it's worse than death.
For their sake, she had to live on.
"Alright, that's enough of the touching reunion scene."
Zhou Wenlun blocked Hu Xiaoman's view with some displeasure, cutting off the mother and daughter's eye contact.
He wouldn't allow Hu Xiaoman to have eyes for anyone else, not even her parents.
"The auspicious time has passed, we need to hurry."
Zhou Wenlun gave Hu Xiaoman no more chances to back out or hesitate.
With a thought, a vast power of the Heavenly Dao descended instantly, transforming into invisible chains that tightly bound Hu Xiaoman's limbs and bones.
Hu Xiaoman was like a puppet being manipulated, able to stand there stiffly, even moving her eyes became extremely difficult.
Zhou Wenlun picked up the pure gold scissors again.
This time, he didn't pause at all.
"Click."
The strand of hair that should have been cut by the two of them was cut off by him without hesitation.