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Chapter 413: Living two more months is not bad!
"You're going to stop us!?"

A sound suddenly boomed from the depths of the leaden-gray sea of ​​clouds.

It was as if heaven and earth were speaking.

The moment the sound faded.

Fang Qingyu was in this icy sea space.

They were instantly and completely imprisoned by an invisible force.

He had just activated the power of the Star Remains, preparing to tear through space and escape with Jiang Wei in his arms.

They were effectively nailed to the spot.

Only Jiang Wei in his arms, whose aura of fusion still flowed between reality and illusion, seemed to form her own little world, unaffected by this terrifying confinement.

Just then, the Candle Dragon, which had been standing still as if in an abyss, moved.

She didn't look up at the leaden-gray clouds.

It was simply heading towards the void that imprisoned Fang Qingyu.

He lifted his right foot, which was wearing an ordinary canvas shoe.

Take a step forward gently.

"Crack."

A crisp cracking sound seemed to be the lament of the entire spatial structure.

The thick, hard ice beneath the feet of the Candle Dragon.

Countless bottomless black cracks spread silently, like a wildly growing spider web, instantly extending hundreds of meters away.

With that step she took, a terrifying pressure that seemed to imprison everything was released.

Like a shattered ice surface.

It collapsed with a crash.

Fang Qingyu felt a sudden lightness in his body, and regained control.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The power of the stellar remains within him is about to erupt once more.

"Humph!"

From the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, another cold snort echoed.

This time, it's not just about confinement.

An oppressive aura carrying a palpable killing intent instantly locked onto Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei in his arms.

However, this time, before Zhulong could intervene again...
boom! boom! boom!
Thick, lead-gray clouds.

It felt as if it had been ripped apart by a giant hand.

A dozen or so figures, as radiant as the sun.

Carrying a completely different divine radiance, it descended fiercely!

They stood atop the highest, farthest clouds, their bodies radiating divine light, their forms indistinct and unclear.

Only the outlines of the mountains, some towering like mountains, others ethereal like clouds, and still others blazing like the sun, can be vaguely seen.

It was simply the presence they made by appearing together.

It was as if the entire sky had completely collapsed, pressing down heavily.

Fang Qingyu has just regained his mobility.

Under the combined lock of these dozen or so divine wills, they once again found themselves unable to move an inch.

The leading figure was enveloped in a crimson divine light as thick as blood, seemingly capable of burning everything.

It slowly moved forward one step.

His gaze pierced through layers of space.

They ignored Da Lei and Fang Qingyu, who were struggling to hold on below.

It landed directly on the seemingly frail figure at the very front.

"No need to let that kid leave."

"You should know better than anyone else!" The crimson god's voice carried an all-knowing indifference, "If we fight to the death today, sparing no expense to hunt him down... you cannot stop all of us!"

This is absolutely not a threat.

Even knowing that there is a dragon ahead.

The fact that the other side dared to come together means that they have the confidence to unite and resist the Candle Dragon.

And an existence capable of fighting against the Candle Dragon.

They should at least be at the Xuan Ding level, right?
A dozen or so deities, at least at the Xuan Ding level, or perhaps even higher, joined forces to fight for their lives.

I, a mere Tier 3, am trying to slip away right under their noses.

Even with Zhulong around, it's still quite difficult.

but
Faced with this blatant threat, Zhulong's heterochromatic eyes, black and white, shone brightly.

Finally, it slowly swept over those dozen or so divine figures.

She remained silent.

That face, so perfect it seemed otherworldly, was completely expressionless.

He didn't even glance at Fang Qingyu, but simply moved forward again.

Heading towards that oppressive, despair-inducing sea of ​​clouds.

The second step has been taken.

With this step, she stepped into the void.

The icy sea beneath our feet sank silently several feet.

The clear, cold voice, like an icy spring rolling across a jade plate, resounded distinctly across the icy sea shrouded in divine might.

"He won't leave,"

Zhulong's voice was calm and undisturbed.

"You don't need to leave."

Before she finished speaking, her figure had already appeared in the air dozens of meters above the sea, facing the leaden cloud in the distance.

A plain white T-shirt, dark blue jeans, and a high ponytail remained motionless in the biting cold wind.

Yet it exudes an aloofness and majesty that suffocates even the gods in the heavens.

Her distinct black and white heterochromatic eyes swept over the dozen or so divine figures that were faintly visible deep within the clouds.

Their gaze finally settled on the source of the sound.

Above a cluster of the most intense and dazzling red light.

“I knew before that many people were targeting Xiao Jiang.”

"But this is the path she chose herself."

"I can save her once, twice, but not countless times."

"Therefore, I did not make a move."

She paused slightly at this point.

For the first time, anger clearly rose in those usually calm, black and white heterochromatic eyes.

A trace of murderous intent was like ink dripping into clear water.

It instantly filled the entire Arctic sky!

But what I didn't expect was...

"You dared to attack me when I was right in front of you?!"

The killing intent instantly swept across the entire icy sea.

"As you can imagine."

Zhulong's voice returned to calm.

"In the past, just how utterly depraved were you in your pursuit of the power of reincarnation?"

Deep within the sea of ​​clouds, all was deathly silent.

The dozen or so figures radiating various divine lights fell into a brief silence under Zhulong's cold questioning.

Because what Zhulong said was correct.

They used to seek the power of reincarnation.

They did indeed use many methods.

Seeing this, Zhulong ignored it.

Instead, it walked towards the sky on its own.

"The Yellow Emperor treated you well in the past, and even did you many favors, but you never considered how you would face him when he returned."

Having said that, Zhulong had already reached a height even greater than theirs.

Looking down at them.

There was no emotion in his black and white eyes.

Only the murderous intent grew stronger.
After a long time.

The silence was broken.

A deep, hoarse voice echoed from the depths of the clouds.

The source of the voice seemed to be a dark, earthy yellow halo:
"We just want to live."

His voice was filled with struggle and resentment.

Zhulong listened quietly.

Then, on that face, which was as perfect as if sculpted from ice and jade, the corners of his mouth turned up in an extremely subtle way.

It's like seeing something utterly absurd.

A laugh that comes from the heart.

The laughter lasted for a good dozen breaths before gradually subsiding.

Zhulong's face returned to its unchanging, aloof expression.

She looked down at the gods in the sea of ​​clouds below, whose divine light was shaken by her laughter.

The murderous intent in his heterochromatic eyes had reached its peak.

She opened her red lips slightly:
"It seems I haven't made a move in too long."

She tilted her head slightly, her high ponytail drawing an arc in the frozen air.

"It gave you the illusion that you could survive from me."

The moment the words left his mouth.
The pure white, flawless left eye of the Candle Dragon.

She closed her eyes gently.

And at the very moment her left eye closed.

The entire Arctic, along with the boundless sky above it, the vast icy sea below, and everything else as far as the eye can see.

The light disappeared.

The darkness was like an overturned, giant bowl of black jade.

It instantly enveloped the entire world.

"Zhulong! You..." The blazing red light surged wildly in the darkness.

It let out a roar of shock and rage, the sound piercing through the layers of darkness, carrying a hint of barely perceptible panic.

"We have no intention of being your enemy! What's wrong with just wanting to live?! You know that person exists, and our lives are not even in our own hands!!"

The roar sounded particularly jarring in the absolute darkness.

"Oh?"

Zhulong's cold voice was like the darkness itself whispering, carrying a hint of nonchalant indifference.

"What does that have to do with me!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud noise came from the sky.

The earthquake shook the entire sea surface.

As for why Fang Qingyu knew the entire sea surface was like a tsunami.

It was because of this endless darkness, for Fang Qingyu.
It was no different from daytime.

In other words, Fang Qingyu was not affected in any way.

Because the border patrollers possess the power of both light and darkness.

It was obtained from Zhulong.

So at this moment, as darkness unfolds.

Fang Qingyu simply moved a little further away.

But he didn't take Jiang Wei with him, because when he was about to take Jiang Wei with him...

A deathly pressure would immediately lock onto him from the sky.

In other words, even if they die in battle, they probably won't let me go.

Then there's no need for me to take that risk.

If I don't leave now, they will focus their attention on Zhulong instead.

In other words, both he and Jiang Wei are currently safe.

Fang Qingyu then gently lifted Jiang Wei, who was still merging, to one side, allowing her to float in the air without falling onto the sea.

He then sat down cross-legged.

Close your eyes and look at the diagram in front of you.

Over the past two months.

Besides taking Zhulong to tour various cities, Fang Qingyu usually...

In fact, they didn't lag behind at all in terms of skill point acquisition.

Moreover, Fang Qingyu should thank Hong Qitian for what he said at the meeting, suggesting that he visit other cities instead of staying in one city all the time.

Because of every new city I visited in those two months.

Fang Qingyu was able to encounter a large number of new ghosts, probably because the ghosts that were transported from different regions were also different.

Therefore, they can harvest a large number of skill points almost every day. This means...
In the past two months, Fang Qingyu's strength has actually increased significantly.

His gaze swept over the map.

In addition to the already mastered Qi and Blood Method and Visualization Method.

Fist techniques, body tempering techniques, sword techniques, and movement techniques have all been improved to the highest level.

As for the Star Shattering Strike's inherent Star Remains skill.

Fang Qingyu directly upgraded it to perfection.

And this is merely an upgrade for the Shattered Star Warrior class.

The ones that actually underwent a breakthrough and qualitative change were the original Border Patrolmen.

Fang Qingyu turned to the page after the Shattered Star Dipper.

The page originally read "Border Patrol".

Everything has changed dramatically now.

【Occupation: Master of the Abyss (★★★★) Lv.1 (0/10000)】

[Ultimate Skill: To be determined]

【Core Skill 1: Nine Nether Abyss Devouring Court Lv.1 (0/10000)】

【Core Skill 2: Taiyin Shichen Zhou Lv.1 (0/10000)】

【Core Skill 3: Stepping Through Ruins Lv.1 (0/10000)】

【Core Skill 4: Universe-Shattering Slash Lv.1 (0/10000)】

【Core Skill 5: Burial of the Stars Lv.1 (0/10000)】

Apart from the ultimate move.

All skills have been upgraded to correspond to the original skills.

This is the change after the Border Patrol is upgraded to Tier 3.
That is, the Apostle level.

Furthermore, the star rating of the Lord of the Abyss Judgment is the same as that of the Divine Firmament Envoy and the Shattered Star Dipper King.

All are four-star professions!

It was also thanks to Fang Qingyu's previous experience with the true will of the ghost in the City of Injustice.

They obtained a portion of the other party's divine essence.

Only then can one advance in their career.

This also means...

Fang Qingyu currently possesses a total of three Tier 3 four-star professions.

Furthermore, any single profession can be challenged by a fourth-tier opponent.

So what happens after the three professions are combined?

Could it possibly shake a fifth-order god?
Fang Qingyu was a little unsure about this issue.

So at this moment, Fang Qingyu opened the diagram.

Because if the three professions are combined, they still cannot defeat a fifth-tier god.

That leaves only the invincible method!
Fang Qingyu turned back to the page about the Shattered Star Dipper.

【Original Technique 1: Creation of Heaven (89666/150000)】.

【Original Imprint Inheritance: Primordial Creation Strategy Lv.4 (0/80000)】.

【Mystic Crystal: 88 (five times breaking the limit)】.

In these two months, Fang Qingyu only invested 400 skill points once more to upgrade the Yuanshi Kaitian Strategy to level 4.

The attributes of the Mystic Crystal have increased significantly once again.

The original skill, Heaven Opening, also saw its experience points increase dramatically to nearly 90,000 during that upgrade, as well as through daily insights.

So next.
All you need to do is upgrade the Yuanshi Kaitian Strategy to level 5.

The experience gained from the original technique of opening the heavens can definitely be maximized.

This is the only method Fang Qingyu can think of that he is most confident in being able to shake a fifth-order god.

Fang Qingyu looked at the 800 skill points he had been saving and, without any hesitation, invested them, causing the 800 skill points to disappear instantly.

boom--

Consciousness was once again forcibly inserted into the body of that giant containing the power to create the world, without any difficulty.

Raise the purple aura.

hack!
Once! Twice! Three times!
At this moment, Fang Qingyu, who was sitting cross-legged in the dark icy sea, suddenly fell silent.

At this point, Fang Qingyu's anxiety was useless.

The battlefield above... that was the battlefield between Zhulong and all the gods.

Each one of them is at least a god of the Xuan Ding level.

Even if I were in a great hurry, there would be nothing I could do to help.

It's better to focus on improving yourself in the shortest amount of time.

See if the original technique, Opening Heaven, can be advanced, and then see if it can be of any help.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyu's mind calmed down completely.
at the same time.

A battlefield in the sky.

Darkness enveloped the shattered ice ocean.

The figure of the Candle Dragon was like the eternal night itself in human form.

They weaved through a dozen dazzling lights and shadows burning with primordial divine power.

Her movements were leisurely and graceful, and space seemed to twist at her fingertips.

Time seemed to stand still around her at times, and then speed up like a fleeting moment.

"Zhulong! Do you really intend to exterminate us all?!"

The blazing red light, as intense as molten lava and stars, roared in fury. Divine flames surged wildly around him, transforming into a giant flaming spear that pierced the darkness.

With the power to burn down the stars, it tore through layers of spatial folds and fiercely stabbed towards the center of the Candle Dragon's brow.

"If we don't find a solution now that He has already been born, we will all become His puppets!!!"

"Do you think you can just stand by and do nothing?! If we join forces, there's still a glimmer of hope!"

"Why fight us to the death for a female demon who has given up reincarnation?!"

His roar sounded particularly sharp amidst the deafening roar of the colliding laws.

Full of unwillingness.

Zhulong did not even flinch when facing the giant spear of flames that could scorch the sky and boil the sea.

She simply raised her right hand casually, her slender, jade-like fingers gently gripping the tip of the spear that was thrusting towards her.

"Om-"

The space in front of the giant flaming spear instantly collapsed inward.

The divine flames, powerful enough to incinerate stars, vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea, failing to even cause a ripple.

"Both sides suffer?"

Zhulong's voice echoed in the darkness, still cold and clear.

But it carried a hint of mockery.

Her tightly closed, pure white left eye remained closed.

With only one deep, abyss-like black eye, he coldly stared at the red-glowing deity whose light flickered violently due to the breaking of the divine magic.

"Are you worthy?"

"You sowed the seeds of this yourself, and now you regret choosing this path."

"So, in the end, you want to shift the blame onto my sister?"

"You guys are really something."

At this point, Zhulong paused slightly.

I was thinking about it in my mind.

A proverb that Fang Qingyu had told her before.
A hint of disgust flashed across that flawless face.

The next moment, Zhulong's red lips parted slightly:

"That's just like a stray dog ​​burping."

"...!!!"

Absolute silence descended upon this space.

More than a dozen gods besieged Zhulong.

Whether it was that angry red light or other entities radiating various divine brilliance such as green wood, thick earth, metal, and weak water.

The movements froze for an extremely brief moment.

They never imagined that one day they would be speaking to this high and mighty being.

I heard such a vulgar remark.

But it was this very sentence that completely threw them off balance.
"Fine, fine, fine! Zhulong! You forced us to do this!"

The red light twisted wildly.

"Let's see! Let's see if you, this ancient god, can stop us today. Let's see if you can kill us all first, or if we can tear that Nuwa apart and seize her source of reincarnation!!!"

"Everyone! What are you waiting for! Ignite your source power!!!"

With his frantic roar, more than a dozen divine lights burst forth with unprecedented brightness.

It was as if a dozen suns were ignited simultaneously in the darkness.

The raging divine power poured out without reservation.

It slammed down on that aloof, peerless figure in pure white in the center!
The intensity of the war of gods.

At this moment, it was completely detonated, reaching the peak of a fight to the death.

Fang Qingyu was in the absolute darkness of the aftermath of the divine war.

While it was still splitting the chaos.

a long distance away.

The ancient street outside the Longyuan Martial Arts School in the Federal capital city.

The moat still flows quietly under the sparse starlight.

The city's sparse lights are reflected in the water.

Hong Qitian was still sitting on his worn-out little stool, his old straw hat perched on his gray hair, obscuring most of his weathered face.

Holding the simple fishing rod in his hand, the fishing line sank into the calm, waveless river surface.

Everything seemed no different from that night two months ago.

"Ding dong."

A soft but clear cell phone notification tone.

It broke the tranquility of the riverbank.

Hong Qitian's hand holding the fishing rod remained motionless.

With his other hand, calloused and worn, he slowly reached into the pocket of his faded old cotton-padded jacket and pulled out his old cell phone.

The screen glowed faintly, illuminating his deeply lined face.

A text message from Xiao Jiu.

It lies alone on the screen.

Only two words:
"Arctic"

Hong Qitian's cloudy old eyes slowly swept over those two simple words.

A few seconds of silence.

The river remained calm, and the fishing float did not move an inch.

The wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen at that moment.

That deliberate maintenance, like the leisurely ease of an old farmer.

Completely disappeared.

He sighed silently, a long sigh.

There was no panic, no fear in that sigh.

There was only a sense of relief, like the dust had settled.

And a sense of satisfaction.

"call"

He gently put down his fishing rod and placed it steadily against the stone railing on the riverbank.

Then, he slowly stood up.

His hunched back straightened ramrod straight at that moment.

Hong Qitian raised his hand and gently straightened the tattered straw hat on his head.

A satisfied smile slowly spread across his weathered face, revealing a few yellowed teeth.

"Hey"

He gazed at the deep night sky to the north.

It was as if he were talking to himself, or perhaps whispering to an unseen old friend:

"...lived two more months."

"I sunbathed and fished."

"It's not bad at all!"

The moment the words fell.

The small stool is still there by the river.

The fishing rod lay across the grass, and the tattered straw hat swayed slightly in the wind.

Hong Qitian had vanished without a trace.

(End of this chapter)