I'm in Hogwarts, what the hell is the Honghuang system?

Chapter 173: Avici falls into the sky, heaven and earth are useless, all saints retreat!
Rhine's idea is not groundless.

It was not uncommon in the ancient times to refine great merits into a killing treasure. Anyone who could do it would create a famous magic weapon.

For example, the ancestor of the Styx has two companion spiritual treasures, Yuantu and Abi. They were conceived in a sea of ​​blood and were born with innate evil spirits. Their killing power is rare in the world.

Later, the ancestor of the Styx imitated Nuwa in the sea of ​​blood, wanting to become a saint through merit, and created the Asura clan.

Although this merit was not enough to make him a saint, the heaven-sent merit was integrated into the Yuantu and Abi swords, making the swords treasures of merit. Not only did their power increase again, but they also possessed a rare ability in the entire prehistoric world - killing people without being affected by cause and effect!
You must know that in the ancient times, killing people will inevitably produce karma invisibly.

Overwhelming karma will inevitably lead to disasters.

During the calamity in the ancient times, once a being below the saint was infected, he would die instantly. There were more than one or two quasi-saints who died in the calamity of the Conferred Gods!
If you cannot become a saint, you must always be cautious about killing and dare not slaughter too many living beings, so as not to be haunted by calamity and affect your path.

But if there is a magic weapon that can kill people without being affected by cause and effect, then you can do it without any scruples and not be afraid of the karma brought by killing.

After the ancestor of the Styx refined the Yuantu and Abi swords, he relied on the fact that killing people would not be affected by cause and effect, and used killing to prove his truth. He wanted to emulate Luohou and become a saint by relying on the path of killing.

It can be said that his ambitions are supported by these two swords. If he can achieve his goal, the Yuantu Abi Sword will be his weapon of enlightenment!

Before the ancestor of the Styx, the representative of practicing the Great Way of Killing was naturally the Demon Ancestor Rāhu.

What a coincidence, the reason why Luohou was invincible was that he unscrupulously provoked the Longhan catastrophe, which resulted in only one in ten living creatures in the prehistoric continent surviving.

In addition to the Zhuxian Sword Formation, his greatest reliance is a treasure called the God-Slaying Spear.

Legend has it that this treasure was formed by the most ferocious energy in chaos gathered from the stem of the Chaos Green Lotus. It is the number one innate offensive treasure and also has an incredible ability - killing the saint without being affected by cause and effect!
That’s right, this treasure can even kill saints, and it is not afraid of the karma brought by killing saints, not to mention the karma of killing ordinary creatures in the prehistoric world!
Luohou relied on this treasure to practice the Way of Killing at will, and his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds.

All this information flashed through Rhine's mind, and then he took a deep breath.

Of course, he did not expect to be able to refine the killing sword light with this amount of merit and forge a flying sword comparable to Yuantu and Abi.

I never thought that it could be comparable to a treasure like the God-killing Gun.

But all of the above shows the importance of the treasure of merit in practicing the Great Way of Killing.

Without a treasure of merit that can kill people without being affected by cause and effect, it is almost impossible to achieve success on the path of killing.

But if you have this kind of magic weapon, you will be able to stir up trouble even in the ancient times.

"Today I am like an ant in front of the saint, but in the future when I have mastered the great way of slaughter, I may be able to kill gods and saints with a single blow of my sword!"

Rhine's eyes sparkled, and he had already made up his mind.

"First, I realized the way of the killing sword, and now I have the merits and virtues. Perhaps this is the guidance brought by my destiny."

"In that case, let's refine the sword!"

"Once I refine this sword, I will have the Purple Gold Crown of Celebration Cloud for protection, and this Flying Sword of Merit for attack. With both offense and defense, I will have almost no weaknesses. Let's see what evil creature dares to jump in my face."

"What ancient return? I'll shatter their delusions with one sword!"

Rhine waved his hand, and a blood-red sword light more than three feet long flew out, circling around him.

He used the techniques from the Heavenly Demon Treasure Refining Art again.

In an instant, purple-gold lotus petals danced around Rhine, and the light of merit shone through his body and merged into the blood-colored sword light.

……

at the same time.

Hogsmeade Village, in front of the Hog's Head Inn.

Aberforth looked at his brother, and when he realized that Dumbledore was not dying, his expression became cold.

"I thought you were going to die, but it turns out you weren't."

"Then what are you here for?"

Dumbledore's face was bitter.

"Aberforth, I want to come and apologize to you for what happened last year."

Aberforth suddenly showed an exaggerated sarcastic expression.

"apologize?"

"Apologizing will help?"

"If an apology is helpful, can you bring Ariana back?!"

Dumbledore looked as if he had been hit hard by a punch. His face turned pale, his tall body staggered and trembled, and he could hardly stand.

He rarely showed a pleading look.

"Aberforth..."

Aberforth slammed the door of the Hog's Head.

Then, as if all his strength had been exhausted, he leaned against the door of the bar, trembling, gasping for breath, and clenching his fists tightly.

Nearly a hundred years of anger and resentment were churning in Aberforth's chest, almost about to explode.

Dumbledore also leaned dejectedly against the door of the Hog's Head Inn, his body slowly sliding down.

He buried his head in his knees.

Few people have ever seen Dumbledore cry. Even his younger brother Aberforth could not remember when his genius brother had ever been vulnerable.

But at this moment, Dumbledore was indeed sobbing.

"Aberforth, Ariana..."

"I need you."

"I'm so tired. I can't bear it all by myself. I can't do it."

"It's been almost a hundred years. I miss home..."

Inside the Hog's Head Inn, across the door, Aberforth widened his eyes, unable to believe what he heard.

Albus, are you crying?
Throughout his life, in his impression, his brother was like a pillar that could always hold up the sky and was almost omnipotent.

But for the first time in his life, he heard Dumbledore admit his fragility and weariness in person.

At this moment, Aberforth's clenched palms gradually loosened.

The anger and resentment in his chest gradually dissipated, turning into a long sigh.

It had been almost a hundred years, and it wasn't like he hadn't seen Dumbledore before.

Sometimes, he thought he could see Dumbledore looking out at this place alone from the castle tower, and sometimes he seemed to be looking out at Godric's Hollow with Dumbledore, their home that they had once been but could never return to.

At least he had Ariana's portrait to keep him company.

But what about Dumbledore? Even he felt that this punishment was enough.

At the door of the Hog's Head Inn, Dumbledore sat alone.

At this moment, the door that had been closed suddenly opened a gap.

Aberforth looked at Dumbledore expressionlessly, and after a long silence, he spoke.

"Today is Halloween. Did you bring candy for Ariana?"

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in Dumbledore's gloomy eyes.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and Dumbledore kept nodding, at a loss.

"Ariana loves Honeydukes candy the most. I brought it. I brought it all. I always bring it."

"I order new products every quarter. I have them, I have them all..."

Aberforth sighed and opened the door.

"come in."

"Ariana will definitely be happy to hear this."

Dumbledore took a deep breath, as if he were facing a trial, perhaps even more difficult to endure than the Killing Curse.

But what is coming will always come.

He kept his head down as he followed Aberforth into the Hog's Head, past the front of the bar, and into the room with Ariana's portrait.

"Ariana, do you still remember me?"

Dumbledore looked at Ariana's portrait humbly, prepared for his sister's cold stare.

But the next moment, Ariana's eyes widened, and the shy girl almost wanted to crawl out of the frame and reach out to touch Dumbledore.

"Albus?"

"Brother, is that you?"

"You've got a lot of white beard and hair too, more white than Aberforth's. You look so old now."

"Why don't you come to Christmas? Aberforth said you were very busy. Are you really that busy? No wonder you look so tired."

"I want to hug you, but now I can't. Brother, I miss you."

Dumbledore burst into tears instantly, his heart aching as if it was about to break.

"I made a mistake, an irreparable mistake."

"Ariana, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"I'm just a fool. I actually thought there was something more important than you. I'm crazy. I'm the stupidest idiot in the world..."

Ariana tried to stroke Dumbledore's white hair through the frame, as if Dumbledore was the child.

"It's okay, it's okay, brother, it's not your fault, no one's fault."

"I never blamed you."

She looked at Aberforth expectantly.

"Can we spend Christmas together this year?"

Aberforth snorted, but did not object.

Dumbledore's eyes lit up with an unprecedented bright light, as if he had found the meaning of life again.

At this moment, the magic of love and protection almost burst out in his heart!

……

When Dumbledore began to mend his mental loopholes, Rhine, who was refining the Treasure of Merit, saw the word Chaos again on the system screen.

This time, it seemed as if the system's light screen was trembling, and chaotic characters gushed out. Even through the light screen, one could feel the raging rage of those inexplicable beings.

It was as if a saint was roaring and snarling.

[After you pointed it out, the Nanji Xianweng's mind, which had been entangled and blinded by the calamity, gradually returned to its peaceful state.]

[His cultivation has penetrated the nine heavens, and even the saints in the ninth heaven are impressed!]

If this continues, during the calamity, the Immortal of the South Pole might attain enlightenment and become a saint, adding another saint to the prehistoric land. All previous arrangements would be largely wasted in an instant, and even the layout of the calamity might change as a result.

[The wrath of the saint is immeasurable! ]

[Even though we are nine days apart, even though the calamity has not yet begun, even though the saints cannot take action, at this moment, there are countless saints who want to take your life!]

In the Black Lake of Hogwarts, the madness in the giant squid's eyes became more and more rampant, and the ancient and terrifying magic flowed like never before, causing it to slowly float upwards.

In the forbidden forest, an unprecedentedly thick gray fog was swirling, and it seemed that some ancient and terrifying thing was about to emerge from the gray fog.

Until the next moment, Rhine looked at the trembling system light screen and suddenly let out a scornful laugh.

Immediately—

A golden-red light that was a mixture of golden and blood light, accompanied by a vision of flowers falling from the sky and golden lotus emerging from the ground, suddenly appeared in the world.

A three-foot flying sword, surrounded by golden-red light, broke through the air, and the ruthless murderous aura rushed straight towards Niu Dou.

In an instant, all the nine stars in the sky were dimmed by murderous aura!
Rhine held the sword and pointed it in all directions.

"I'll give you a chance. Who wants to die first?"

In the black lake, the giant squid's expression cleared up for a moment, and it sank silently with a gurgling sound.

The blurry figure in the gray fog in the forbidden forest also silently retreated into the depths of the forbidden forest.

On the system screen, the originally boiling chaotic characters suddenly dimmed.

Instead, there were lines of bright red handwriting.

Your heart of Dao, sword, and killing that is not afraid of even a saint, actually caused the sword light to flash in the sea of ​​blood.

[Yuan Tu suddenly appeared, Avici appeared in the world, and in the prehistoric world, there was a faint murderous aura that even saints feared.]

[Avici falls into the void, the heavens and the human world are useless]

[The whole world is in turmoil, and the prisons are opened at the same time, which is a magnificent scene.]

【Saint...Retreat!】

(End of this chapter)