The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 638 Broken Mirror (3K+)

Turning around, there was finally no obstacle in front of the Zichen Palace.

Liu Sheng's gaze passed through the deep hall and fell on the figure sitting upright at the end. The bright yellow dragon-patterned hem remained motionless, as if it had merged with the entire Zichen Hall.

She stepped into the hall, and the scene before her seemed familiar, yet strange and distorted.

Her steps seemed to be silently pulled by the empty space. The longer she walked, the deeper she felt herself being trapped in it, as if every brick and tile of this palace was devouring her will, and she could not reach the end no matter what.

The two sides of the hall were filled with ministers without anyone noticing.

Those blank faces were directed at her, and cold gazes coming from nowhere were cast at her, as if they could penetrate every inch of her skin and examine her soul.

For Liu Sheng, such a scene was not unfamiliar.

When Ziwei called out her name, she walked into the Ziwei Hall and was faced with scrutinizing gazes.

It’s just that the scene now is much more bizarre than it was then.

But, so what if it's weird?

Just one punch.

These ministers turned to Liu Sheng and whispered:
"Your Highness, you don't belong here."

"Your Highness, please return to your Tianxiu Palace."

"Your Highness, you are not cut out for this. It's just your nature."

"Your Highness, you have no way to resist nature."

The repeated calls of "Your Highness" were full of hypocritical respect, but they were like invisible thorns, coming from all directions and tightly binding her body.

Liu Sheng struggled continuously, but the entanglement became tighter and tighter, until he couldn't even take a step.

At this moment, the ministers swarmed over as if they had smelled prey, surrounded her, and trapped her with whispers, not allowing her to take another step forward.

At the same time, he raised the jade scepter in his hand high and smashed it hard on her body.

If such a cold and hard jade scepter hits your body accidentally, you will inevitably feel pain. The pain is so severe that you can't even walk.

But how could Liu Sheng allow them to block his way forward now?

At this point, Liu Sheng was no longer afraid of exposing his uniqueness.

It's time to show real power.

Tentacles exploded from within her body, surging violently and instantly sweeping away the surrounding thorns.

All the ministers who restrained her collapsed like balloons at the slightest touch. They made a sharp hissing sound and fell to the ground. In the end, only the empty official uniforms covering the wrinkled skin were left.

The jade scepters also fell down one after another, as if they had lost their power. The hard texture of the white jade disappeared into thin air and turned into white paper money, flying and falling in the air.

Paper money filled the sky like rain, covering the entire Zichen Palace.

Liu Sheng's tentacles were swaying all over his body, like golden ribbons dancing behind him. His figure was getting taller and taller, and he was approaching the man sitting on the dragon throne step by step.

However, along the way, as the paper money fluttered, the ground of the hall gradually bulged, as if it was stimulated by some incomprehensible force, forming raised mounds of earth, like bumps all over the ground.

At every bulge, a misty white shadow would emerge, emitting a shrill cry, which filled the air in the hall, empty and helpless.

The sky above the white shadow was instantly shrouded in darkness. A pair of malicious eyes opened at the top of the Purple Palace, overlooking the world. Then countless blood rains fell, corroding the entire Purple Palace.

The blood fell on the white shadow, infecting it bit by bit. The completely infected white shadow then pounced towards Liu Sheng with crazy power.

She sneered and knocked away the blood-red white shadows one by one. Then she stretched out the small tentacles in her hands and tore off the black shadows shrouded in darkness from above the heads of the white shadows, rolled them into a ball, and tossed them around between the tentacles.

As the black shadow in the sky was gradually devoured by the small tentacles, the sky above the Zichen Palace gradually became clear, and the crisis was finally resolved by Liu Sheng.

After all, these white shadows hesitated and moved away from the mound, shrinking like frightened cats and following behind Liu Sheng.

Surrounded by a large group of white shadows behind him and holding a large blood-red shadow burning like fire, Liu Sheng finally stood in front of the bright yellow figure.

At this moment, she is no longer the weak being she once was, and her bright yellow hem will no longer be the only thing that can be seen.

She finally saw him clearly, his face obscured by the jade pendant hanging from the emperor's crown.

The golden crown was so heavy that it almost made his body unable to move. He sat stiffly on the dragon throne and could only slowly lower his eyes and watch Liu Sheng approaching step by step.

There is one last flight of stairs in front of us.

She only had to go up the steps to be face to face with him.

However, this step was not smooth.

A woman suddenly appeared at her feet, crying and saying that she was an unfilial daughter, who was so treacherous as to covet her brother's things and dared to dream of a position that did not belong to her.

More women appeared one after another.

Surprise, fear, ridicule, condemnation...

But more often than not, there is silent and attentive gaze.

Liu Sheng ignored these voices.

She simply pushed it open or stepped over it.

Later on, there were women who began to push her forward.

They cheered and looked forward to the changes she could bring.

And these women merged into her body like water, and she actually grew taller little by little.

When she finally reached the end of the stairs, she was already much taller than the bright yellow figure.

She looked down at him and suddenly realized that the man on the dragon throne had aged beyond recognition.

His hair was already very sparse, and the heavy golden crown was weighing on it, making it totter.

His body was dry, as if it were just dried bones, his clothes were crawling with maggots, and bloody shadows were surging inside his body, flowing like molten lava.

Without the golden crown and dragon robe, he is just a thin and frail old man.

I don't know when this once strong man became so weak.

On his pale face, his eyes, pressed down by the golden crown, looked up at Liu Sheng, and there seemed to be a hint of a smile.

He raised his hand slowly, and his bones made a fragile sound.

Then he took the golden crown from his head, his eyes filled with silent expectation.

She immediately understood what he meant, so she slowly bent down and let the man put the heavy golden crown on her head.

As the golden crown moved to Liu Sheng's head, a smile appeared at the corner of the man's pale lips.

Then his body shattered into pieces and turned into ashes. Pieces of golden fragments fluttered in front of his eyes. A bloody black shadow flew out from it rapidly, and Liu Sheng quickly absorbed it into the black ball in his hand.

The dragon throne was empty, leaving only a large dragon robe. Liu Sheng picked up the robe and put it on.

She sat on the dragon throne, looking at the Purple Palace in front of her, the space continued to expand.

The ministers who had originally despised him lined up in a row, bowed their heads and saluted with utmost respect.

The palace maids in the distance also knelt down.

Going further away, the countless white shadows that surrounded her also bowed in greeting.

As she bowed, Liu Sheng felt the familiar power of faith pouring into her body from all directions.

Her figure gradually grew taller, surpassing the roof of the Purple Palace, looking down at everything, infinitely close to the sky.

Finally facing the huge face in the sky, she suddenly felt an inexplicable fear.

It turns out that I am still so insignificant.

With this fear, Liu Sheng's body actually shrank a little.

Moreover, at this moment, Liu Sheng felt many hands below pulling at his dragon robe.

Looking down, many faceless men wearing snow-white priest robes were stepping on the white shadows surrounding Liu Sheng and climbing up along her huge body.

They held straw-like instruments in their hands and pierced her skin hard, sucking out some kind of power.

Liu Sheng had become too huge at this time and didn't even feel a trace of pain, just like being bitten by a mosquito.

She wanted to reach out her tentacles to brush them off, but the priests started to chant:
"Your Majesty, we are God's messengers. You cannot do this."

"Beware of God's wrath!"

But as the number of cuts increased, Liu Sheng's figure shrank again.

They are still nagging:

"Your Majesty, it is normal to spend money to build the temple. This is the face of the Tang Dynasty..."

"Your Majesty, the path of theology must be strengthened. The others are just unorthodox ways!"

"Your Majesty, the son of the high priest has committed a crime. Just give him a light punishment. After all, he is a worshiper of God..."

As they spoke, chains locked her body.

Many white shadows were trampled and twisted into a white mass, groaning continuously, but these sounds were drowned out by the priests' admonitions.

But Liu Sheng could still hear Bai Ying's cry, and anger gradually rose in his heart.

She knew that she could no longer be afraid.

With so many people down there depending on her, she shouldn't be overwhelmed by fear.

"It's just beheading a god. I've killed a god once, so why would I be afraid of a second time?"

Then, the black ball in her hand transformed into a long sword burning with black fire. The sword was wrapped with countless tentacles, as if endless worms were jumping on it.

The chains on her body broke one by one, and she raised the long sword that combined the three powers and slashed at the god in front of her.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth lost their color.

The faceless priests also lost their color and grabbed her body, chiseling at her with their swords.

The god’s wrath was pressing down, and was about to break Liu Sheng’s spine.

Liu Sheng was forced to bend down and use his tentacles to sweep away the priests on his body one by one. He looked up and saw that the gods' faces showed an anthropomorphic expression of fear or surprise.

Liu Sheng sneered and understood even more.

"You are not really the Supreme God."

"Of course, I'm stupid too. This is all a dream."

Without fear, God's wrath will be ineffective.

Liu Sheng straightened up and slashed with the sword again.

The fear on God's face seemed real.

Black liquid fell from the sky like black rain.

The people began to panic and shouted, "Blasphemer!"

Even the white shadows surrounding her became more insane and desperate after being eroded by the darkness, and they wanted to overthrow Liu Sheng's regime.

But Liu Sheng didn't care that the shadows were pulling at her feet, tearing her flesh, and climbing up, trying to shake the tree with an ant.

She swung her sword and cut everything off.

God's face is broken into pieces.

In the end, the whole world turned into a broken mirror.

All that remains is truth.

Liu Sheng found herself sitting in front of the dressing table, with a palace maid behind her tidying up her clothes.

She was still wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, and there was something heavy on her head, which should be the heavy golden crown.

It was then that she realized something was missing from the table.

Mirror.

But the mirror was placed on the table, with only the bronze back covered with patterns.

She stretched out her hand to lift it up, but the maid behind her spoke for the first time in panic: "Your Majesty, you... better not look at it..."

"Why can't I watch?" Liu Sheng asked.

"Mirror, the mirror is broken..." The palace maid trembled with fear, her voice shaking.

"Is this a bronze mirror? How could it break?" Liu Sheng asked puzzledly, but still tried to open it forcefully.

The palace maid didn't dare to stop him.

Liu Sheng finally raised the mirror.

Indeed, although it was a bronze mirror, it was still covered with strange cracks.

And those cracks cut the face reflected in the mirror into countless pieces.

The distorted shape spread out like a spider web. Liu Sheng held his breath and saw clearly that it was a dry and rotten face. The pale skin was like withered bark, with a faint mottled dark color.

The person in the mirror slowly raised his eyes, and a strange smile appeared at the corners of his cracked mouth.