Forge a path to success.

Chapter 127 Blood Holy Spear
As she drew her sword and slashed, Qingye recalled the teachings of her elders.

The most important quality of a person with a disabled mind is adaptability.

A person with a broken heart is a person who is incomplete.

Physically inferior to the martial arts practitioners of Longquan Township, and no match for the Calamity race in terms of elemental control. Weak and lacking strength, to prevail in this chaotic world, one must rely solely on intellect and skill. Always remember you only have one chance; your survival strategy allows no wrong choices. Observe the situation, make judgments, and even if the next choice contradicts the original plan, as long as it is the optimal solution, there is no room for hesitation.

The situation is now clear: there's no time to heal the Stone Seed. The Eye Demon and the Knight have done everything they can, but no one can stop Tearful's rampage now. The next instant will see the blooming of the Frozen Flower, and before the Stone Demon is defeated, the city will transform into a crimson hell.

Then there's no need to hesitate.

The long sword gleamed white, the short sword jet black, opposing yet complementary forces swirling around their blades. The girl with the broken heart shoved aside the knight, her blade slicing into the icy peak without hesitation. Her twin swords slashed left and right, narrowly avoiding the ice man's torso.

The blades were covered in azure frost, and the rampaging power seemed to be guided to its source. Using the twin swords, long and short, as a medium, the extreme cold surged into Qingye's body, making her bones shine like black jade!

"Time flows on, and we are bound by our own sins!"

Those with broken hearts are like those on a broken road.

Even those warriors who are called "Paths of the Dao" and "Remnant Hearts" walk the path of forging their destiny into oneness. They are inherently unrelated to the elements, nor will they gain the power to control them through ascension. Their ability to manipulate light and shadow is a result of their acquired efforts.

The hands are trained in scorching light, undergoing brutal tempering from fingertips to wrists, which is why they possess "flash fingers".

Temper your body in the harsh shadows of the cold, etch the extreme cold into your very bones, and you will acquire "sinful bones".

Only in this way, and only in this way, can the path of the broken heart be a path of imperfection. Without enduring suffering, there is no possibility of progress. Only through tempering, only through patience, can one acquire supernatural powers after undergoing all trials. Therefore, the genius and talent of those with broken hearts are two different concepts.

The person who can endure the most pain is the genius on Shura Island.

"I am...a genius...a person with a crippled heart!!"

Her sinful bones were operating at their limit, the secret technique stimulating the activity within her body. The ice was broken down into primal light and shadow, emanating from her torso and hands. The efficiency of energy conversion had reached its peak, but the efficiency of release was still far less than that of absorption. A stinging pain, much like frostbite, spread through her body, almost shattering her bones. Even so, she persevered, bathing in the azure light.

The decision has been made; there's no need for further thought. Pain, discomfort, torment—I won't dwell on those. What will happen if I fail? What will happen if I succeed? I won't engage in meaningless speculation.

She was a broken heart, not a chivalrous hero with a heart for the world. Unable to bear seeing innocent people die tragically, she stepped forward to stand up. That reason alone was enough; the rest was simply perseverance…

Keep going until the very end!
"—!!"

She seemed to be screaming, but couldn't hear the sound clearly; she seemed to be crying, but couldn't feel any tears. Only the icy frost stretched out in the silence, bringing a deathly still terror. Blue turned to pure white, pure white to colorless; she gradually lost herself in the power, as if she were disappearing, like frost melting in the sunlight.

Hang in there!

It was as if I heard the voice of someone else, gentle and kind, like a benevolent elder. It reminded me of the vitality of grass extending from it, forming two strong vines.

Two different hands grasped the vines, a warm power surging from them, melting the ice and snow, dispelling the cold wind. Her vision cleared, her consciousness returning to her body with the pain—colorless, pure white, then a deep, aquamarine blue. The frost before her thinned, and with difficulty, she drew her twin swords, the heavy shadow blades slashing out, cutting through the wind in front of her!
After countless seconds, the most difficult moment finally ended. The Ice Man was pulled away by a silver tentacle, and the Stone Demon was completely severed from Tearful Tears. Nightfall fell backward into a warm embrace.

Before she closed her eyes, she saw the female knight's gentle smile. The man with silver tentacles landed beside her.

“Well done,” he said.

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Chu Hengkong put the ice figure down and extinguished the flame at the tip of the spear.

After shattering the lotus, he landed gracefully and rushed to the group's side as quickly as possible. At his core, he was a responsible person; when free, he could fight to his heart's content, but when he had family to care for, his priority was always his loved ones. Ji Huaisu and the others' rescue plan was too risky; if they failed, he had to cover for them.

Fortunately, he was overthinking it; the girls were far more courageous than he imagined. Saving lives is always better than killing, even for assassins.

He supported Ji Huaisu with one hand; his partner's shoulder was as hard as ice. At the last moment, she took the initiative to share some of Qingye's weight, thus essentially losing her ability to move. The girl's lips were purple from the cold, but she still forced a smile: "Fan De has done a great service."

Van der lay headfirst in the mud, looking as wretched as a saltwater fish that had been ashore for three years.

"She's really out of breath... Help..."

It leaped violently, like a salted fish reborn from the ashes. The ground itself undulated like waves, and the surviving buildings trembled on the crests. The igloos protecting the entire city collapsed in the shockwave, and the shattered frozen roofs surged upwards, surging into the raging dust in the air.

Thirty seconds passed in the blink of an eye. The raging fire that had been holding back the stone demon finally burned out, and the remaining heat melted the ice into water. That much water mixed with the sand, quickly hardening into a rough and enormous body. It still had a large, hollow head, and a body covered in colorful stone scales, only a hundred or a thousand times larger than usual. It floated above the small dust island, like a colossus that had destroyed a city.

A wind blew, wild and furious—the roar of the stone demon.

"What the hell are you doing... a bunch of incompetent idiots! You can't even do something as simple as obediently dying, ruining my mood time and time again! You've ruined my good mood, even if you die a thousand times, it won't be enough to compensate for my loss!"

"Trash should know what trash is! Die right now!!!" His true nature was fully exposed. When he was corrupted and fell into the heretical path, the former scholar of magical arts became such a pathetic figure. He pursued freedom and praised life, but the essence of his actions was nothing more than wanton indulgence. He would get angry if things did not go as expected, and he would vent his anger by abusing the weak. The cultivators of Longquan Township called him "the mad demon" rather than "the stone demon" because of his essential absurdity. He was obsessed with freedom but became as stupid as a bookworm, as unsightly as his ugly appearance.

"I'll turn you into stone statues...make you kill each other...no! I'll just crush you! I'll let you sink into the Sea of ​​Illusions with this garbage city, and be devoured by the fish together!!"

The gigantic stone golem raised its arms, magic and matter gathering with a roar. Dust hardened, rocks compressed, steel piled up, and in the blink of an eye, the humanoid shell vanished, leaving only an ugly, yellowish-brown sphere above the city. It was so enormous that it practically blotted out half the sky, and it fell amidst shrieks and roars, its immense mass igniting fiery streaks that scorched the heavens.

That was a true natural disaster, a giant meteorite falling to the earth! Jin Ye had completely lost interest; it wanted to smash the entire city it loathed into pieces in one fell swoop!
No matter how hard they tried to escape, it was all in vain; no matter how much they tried, they couldn't change the outcome. Now, people had forgotten how to cry and flee; their eyes, gazing at the sky, were empty of any thought.

When their homes are destroyed, where can people escape to?

After absorbing the ice, the stone demon's power increased significantly, even Fan De felt that this was going to be difficult. The duration of Wildfire wasn't enough to burn the stone demon to death; that was already their strongest card. Unable to think of a solution, it subconsciously looked at Chu Hengkong.

The assassin carried a white gun, his face showing no sign of tension.

"The girls have already put in so much effort, it's really inappropriate for me to just stand by and watch." He chuckled. "What do you mean? Are you planning to give me another thirty seconds?"

His response came from above, a wild laugh.

"—I only need one second."

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The sniper was smiling, an involuntary smile.

Everything that has happened since today far exceeds his wildest imagination. Former enemies have come to hell, calamities stronger than his past prey, ordinary people awakening from their rampage, and the spirit of the girls who severed their misfortunes…

Unpredictable, unforeseen, every turn of events was unexpected. Boredom and tedium were swept away by this torrent, and feelings he could only find on the battlefield came rushing in, overwhelming him. Life is a concerto of surprises and possibilities, and this is the meaning of the life he loves.

"The day of wrath will come."
The judges are equal in death.

Sarks spoke softly, words that had no real meaning, only self-suggestion. He lowered his weapon and reached for the gun that hadn't been used in a long time.

The Gunslinger is renowned for his weapon modifications, his arsenal overflowing with improved masterpieces. But at this moment, the only weapon worthy of his attention is his own. Since arriving in this hellish world, Shaks Ibn Urd has only ever crafted one weapon by hand.

It was an overused heavy sniper rifle, its ubiquitous dark red rust emitting a pungent, metallic smell. The man's finger tightened on the trigger, and the rust, as if at his behest, began to flow across the gun, leaving behind streaks resembling the weapon's gruesome wounds.

The path of worldly vanity is one that relies on external things.

Make full use of the properties of materials to become the "cornerstone" of the starting point.

Transforming materials into tools that aid us on our journey, a "walking stick" for our arduous journey.

The above two points are not difficult for most ascendants; as long as resources are sufficient, they can proceed step by step. However, the transition from point 2 to point 3 is a significant watershed on the Path of Floating Light. Because once on the journey begins, travelers will inevitably encounter dangers. Wild beasts, disasters, insects, and snakes—the staff alone cannot provide assistance; to overcome these dangers, one must break through existing limits.

It must be designed and modified by hand until the originally auxiliary staff can be used in a variety of situations, participating in bloody battles and protecting travelers in dangerous situations. This is the next stage after the Staff of Suffering is upgraded—

The third point in the Path of Submerged Light, the "Miraculous Blade," is a "weapon" that belongs only to the ascendant!
"A surprise attack unfolds. The radiant Holy Spear of Blood shines forth!"

Awaken the military motto and unleash its true meaning.

Rust bloomed and surged, the rust receding with the man's laughter, the filthy marks transforming into pure blood. The old gun came alive, its faded barrel revealing a magnificent white-gold hue, the surging blood etched into its surface as a "sacred mark." Shax shouldered the weapon, adjusted the sights, and locked the crosshairs onto the meteor in the sky. The surge of battle intent fully awakened the holy gun, its internal mechanisms resonating in unison, a powerful hymn playing!
The bullet blending was merely a byproduct of the Blade of Deception; the gun, powered by his own elemental essence, was his true strength. Sarks plunged a single finger into his temple, drawing out a wisp of pure gray elemental essence. No other materials were needed; at this moment, only his bullet was worthy of being loaded into the barrel. He aimed at the stone golem, pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot out silently, its trajectory unwavering amidst the earth-shattering tremors, like a gray line cleaving the sky.

The gray line crossed the sky in an instant and struck the stone demon's massive body!

The gale subsided, the sandstorm ceased. The colossal demon hovered frozen high above the city, seemingly oblivious to its own actions. Its magical barrier was flawless, its enhanced defenses capable of withstanding any attack, yet the bullet ignored it all. It pierced through the meteorite and soared into the sky like an invisible ghost.

Familiar lines appeared on the meteorite's surface, a somber gray hue spreading from its depths to its surface. It was death, a pure, unadulterated death, an unstoppable and inescapable "death" that instantly permeated every particle that made up the stone demon, like the judgment of a god descending in a hymn!
"—"

Without a chance to utter a sound, consciousness and body perished together. The stone demon Jin Ye died at that moment, followed by the complete disintegration of the meteorite, which turned into gray dust amidst the hymns!
Then the song faded, leaving only a lingering echo. The gears that had sung praises of struggle ceased turning, the Bloodstained Holy Lance was covered in rust, and fell silent once more. Everything happened in the blink of an eye; he spoke for a second, and truly, he killed the Scourge in just one second.

Shax sheathed his mutated blade and stepped into the sandstorm. Extinguished cigarette butts rolled in the wind, and amidst the lingering strains of song, a man's declaration echoed.

"The decisive battle will take place in two days."

　(Oh dear, I have a cold)

　　This match has just finished, so there will be a break tomorrow (sad)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)