The Law of Heaven

Chapter 106 Pure Eyes Awaken, Reunion with Second Uncle
A violent storm shrouded the misty mountains, and the shadows of the mountains seemed to spread out, encroaching on the brightly lit city.

Dark clouds gathered like a vortex, seemingly leading to another world, and the roar of dragons echoed in the deafening roar.

The immortal beings in the city looked up at the sky and saw the strange sight of two dragons in the sky. The graceful dragon shadows tumbled and rolled amidst the lightning and thunder, as if they were fighting each other.

“Oh God.”

Someone said, trembling.

The hospital's inpatient ward looked like a soaked oil painting under the torrential rain, and people looked up at the sky with shocked expressions.

"Just as the old prime minister said."

Director Yu's expression was grave: "The primordial catastrophe is about to erupt. If it really comes to that, that guardian of humanity should awaken, right? It's a pity. If the old prime minister hadn't been exiled back then and hadn't experienced those things, he should have been able to stop all of this, right?"

Officer Lin frowned and said, "If the guardians of humanity were to fight a celestial being in this city, the consequences would be unimaginable. I wonder if the Deep Blue Alliance has any way to prevent this disaster. I heard that the former chairman has already gone there in person."

"Mirage Dragon..."

Yu Xia looked out the window, where the glass, illuminated by electric light, reflected her beautiful face.

In her eyes, the distant mountains resembled a dragon trembling and awakening, roaring like a colossal beast devouring the world, exuding an abyssal aura that sent chills down her spine.

"elder brother……"

I don't know why, but I feel very flustered and inexplicably uneasy today.

It was as if they were about to lose something.

In the ward at the end of the corridor, Xiao Li looked out the window and said softly, "I hope Sister Youqing and Brother Weird are alright."

Master Zhou, lying in his hospital bed, looked out and murmured, "The Age of Myths, perhaps it really is coming again."

Jiang Wanwu strode through the corridor, repeatedly trying to call the boy, but she couldn't get through no matter what she did.

"What exactly is going on……"

Almost simultaneously, a fleet of black Lincolns sped through the raging storm toward Wushan, as Chairman Ruan led the elders of the five major families to the battlefield.

These centenarians, who should be enjoying their retirement at home, seem to have been rejuvenated today. Their hunched figures have straightened up again, and they are as energetic as young people, exuding an aura of authority without being angry.

Without exception, all the elders were at the Destiny Rank. Although they had not achieved the Grand Rank, they still retained considerable strength. If the Mirage Dragon were to revive, they would follow the example of the ancient sages and burn their lives to prevent the primordial disaster from occurring.

Faced with the gods, they are as humble as ants, but they can fight with all their might to hold out until the guardian of humanity awakens.

This is to fulfill the responsibilities of the Deep Blue Alliance.

It was also to make up for the mistakes of that year.

Deep within the dark clouds, massive machinery floated and operated in mid-air like an iron fortress, ready to unleash a devastating energy pulse. In the face of unknown natural disasters, this was humanity's only weapon to rely on.

"May fate be kind to this city..."

Countless people prayed in their hearts.

Praying for a miracle.

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The world is spinning.

It was as if the whole world was turning upside down and rolling in hell. Aihara felt like he was in a torrent of time and space, feeling as if his body and soul were being torn apart, and he was in unbearable pain.

This forbidden path truly lived up to its reputation; he realized the journey was destined to be perilous the moment he entered.

When he got up and saw the scene before him, he was stunned and his scalp tingled.

Before them lay a blood-red tunnel of flesh, writhing like intestines. Thick blood flowed across the ground, and countless fleshy buds sprouted from the fleshy walls, writhing like tentacles—a truly nauseating sight.

Strange echoes reverberated in the silence, faintly accompanied by hysterical screams. Huge mucous membranes could be seen clinging to all sides, as if some terrifying monster was struggling inside, trying to break free.

"vomit……"

In just a moment, he realized why this place was dangerous, because his five senses were rapidly collapsing.

Sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste.

All are affected.

What I saw before me was a hellish sight.

What I heard was an echo from hell.

Even without touching anything, he could feel a corrosive sensation, as if he were a corpse soaking in strong acid, on the verge of dissolving.

He also smelled a nauseating stench of blood, and even the saliva in his mouth became thick and had a nauseating metallic taste.

Not only that.

He could also sense an extremely terrifying malice.

That terrifying malice locked onto him.

It's like the gaze of a demon!

As he moved forward, the malice seemed to form a repulsive resistance, hindering his progress.

The walkie-talkie emitted a buzzing sound.

"Aihara, can you hear me?"

That was Jiang Youqing's voice.

Aihara had previously thought her voice was pleasant, like ice colliding, but not in an exaggerated way.

But now I just think it's heavenly music.

It's like something out of heaven.

“I’ve heard that the mirage dragon seems to have eroded this mountain range, using the mountains as its body to resurrect itself. If I’m not mistaken, I’m currently inside its body.”

Just as Aihara was about to say something, he suddenly felt a sharp pain, and blood tears streamed from his eyes.

The breathing sounds on the walkie-talkie suddenly became rapid.

"what happened to you?"

Jiang Youqing asked.

"My eyes hurt so much..."

Aihara covered his eyes and suddenly felt fleshy buds rushing in from all directions. He hurriedly erected his mental field to block them, but his brain felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer.

The seemingly soft fleshy bud possessed unimaginable power, piercing into the field of his mind like a steel nail, nearly breaching his defenses.

It should be noted that Aihara's mental field is now completely different from what it used to be. Even when facing enemies who have undergone a transformation, he can protect himself well and is not easily breached.

Countless fleshy buds struck his mental field.

Blood-red vertical pupils sprouted from the granulation tissue, their eyes ferocious and terrifying, full of malice!

"This might be because your spiritual inheritance has been stimulated and is awakening. I've heard that the Xiang family's Pure Eyes have the ability to see through illusions, which can come in handy at this time..."

Aihara covered his head.

"The ability to see through illusion?"

He always felt that it didn't quite match his abilities.

"I'm in."

Aihara walked forward, enduring the bombardment of countless fleshy buds.

"Well, be careful."

Jiang Youqing's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Aihara's eyes were in increasing pain, but as a long-lived being, he had a high tolerance and gradually adapted to the burning pain, trying to open his eyes.

What I saw was a sea of ​​blood.

The hellish scene remained unchanged.

At that very moment, the mucous membrane clinging to the flesh wall suddenly writhed violently, and a withered, shriveled arm abruptly pierced through the mucus and emerged, gripping his hand tightly.

Hysterical screams rang in my ears.

It sounded like the wailing of a demon.

The slick, mucus-covered membrane seemed to be a breeding ground for disaster, and the evil spirits struggled to break free of the seal!

Aihara was startled and instinctively raised his right hand, preparing to unleash a mental field to shatter the monster.

That is at this moment.

dong dong!

Aihara heard his own heartbeat.

This bizarre world suddenly became clear in his eyes, as if another barrier of perception had been broken, the fog dissipated like the tide, and the truth was finally revealed.

The withered and shriveled arm suddenly became plump, and the skin regained its luster, becoming fair and delicate.

It was covered in wounds and stained with blood.

The hysterical wails turned into desperate, helpless sobs, tinged with sorrowful chokes: "Save me..."

Aihara was shocked to see a pale girl trapped inside the mucous membrane of the flesh wall. She was wearing a loose hospital gown and was struggling and calling for help in the mucus.

The girl looked to be only about ten years old, and she was very thin and withered.

It's like being tormented by illness.

Her eyes were brimming with tears, and she was biting her lip.

"She didn't want to kill me, she wanted to call for help..."

The thought flashed through Aihara's mind, but in her eyes, the girl was as transparent as a soul, even giving him an indescribable sense of strangeness.

That was the feeling of spirituality.

"This girl is long dead. What remains now seems to be just a wisp of spiritual energy. Wait a minute..."

Aihara suddenly understood that the girl was also a genetic disease patient in her previous life, and died as a blood feeder in the opposite side.

Her spiritual essence flowed here.

The girl is trapped on the forbidden path.

It's like a vengeful spirit imprisoned in hell.

"Although I really want to save you, I have more important things to do, and I can't waste any more time here."

Aihara turned and left despite the bombardment of countless fleshy buds, but in the moment before leaving, he caught a glimpse of the girl's sad and helpless eyes, and in an instant, he thought of his own sister.

When Xiao Si first learned of her second uncle's death, she had the same expression—so sorrowful and helpless.

Like a helpless kitten.

Aihara couldn't bring himself to do it, so he turned around, grabbed the girl's hand, and pulled her away forcefully.

"Damn it, this is so annoying! Are you one of those people who were murdered here too? Grab my hand, I'll pull you out. Give me some force, stop crying..."

The field of thought shook violently, forcibly tearing apart the mucous membrane on the flesh wall, pulling the girl out little by little from the thick flesh and fascia, like pulling a nail out of rotten wood.

The process was difficult. The girl seemed to have become one with the flesh wall. The process of pulling hard was accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing, and there was also a strange attraction pulling her back. The two sides were locked in a struggle.

Aihara's forehead veins bulged as he exerted all his strength, gritting his teeth, despite being in extreme discomfort.

"Hold on to me!"

With a snap, flesh was torn apart, and the frail girl was finally pulled out. Her expression of gratitude, her deep bow, vanished like a reflection in water.

"call."

Aihara took a deep breath; he had consumed a lot of his spiritual energy.

Using abilities here consumes an exceptionally large amount of energy.

The eerie atmosphere that permeated the air continued to erode him; he felt dizzy and in extreme pain.

"Aihara, are you still there?"

Jiang Youqing's voice came through the walkie-talkie again: "No matter what you see, you must stay awake." Aihara, clutching his almost splitting head, replied softly, "I know... Speaking of which, if I manage to get out of here alive, can we hold hands again?"

The walkie-talkie was silent for a second.

"can."

I don't know if Jiang Youqing is sincere or not. Maybe she just made up an empty promise because she was afraid he would get lost in it.

"Since you agreed so readily, should I be a little greedy and change holding hands to hugging?"

Aihara continued walking forward, and a thick blood mist rushed towards him, corroding his mental field.

"You smell... quite nice."

With a loud bang, countless tentacles extending from fleshy buds lashed at his mental field, as if iron whips were striking the depths of his soul, leaving his mind blank.

Aihara let out a muffled groan.

Over the walkie-talkie, Jiang Youqing seemed to hear his muffled groan. After hesitating for a moment, she said softly, "Okay, you can hold me as long as you want, as long as you come out alive."

"Then I can't bear to die."

Aihara continued forward, when suddenly a withered arm reached out from the blood mist and grabbed his arm.

He turned his head and looked.

Inside the thick mucus was an elderly man with white hair, whose hand, gripping his arm, trembled slightly.

"Damn it, this is so freaking annoying!"

Aihara spat lightly, then once again vibrated his mental field, tearing at the mucous membranes in an attempt to pull the old man up.

"I'll get you out of here, hold on tight!"

Since we've saved one, we won't be short of a second.

It was at this moment that countless flesh buds seemed to sense the weakness in the mental field and suddenly launched an attack.

At that moment, Aihara was focused on pulling the old man and did not notice that countless fleshy buds were converging on one point, trying to break through his defense. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared in the blood mist.

The girl who had just been rescued appeared out of thin air and used her slender wrist to shield him from the fierce blow.

There was a snap.

Aihara was stunned.

The girl waved her hand to shoo away the granulation tissue, turned around and smiled slightly at him, helping him pull the old man's mucous membrane away.

After the old man was pulled out, he bowed deeply to him and then disappeared without a trace.

Aihara took a deep breath and suddenly realized that the girl and the old man had disappeared, as if it were all a hallucination.

He continued forward and found another mucous membrane, this time trapping a thin boy.

She looks about the same as Aihara did when she was a child.

She was as thin as a monkey and sobbed softly.

"Stop fucking crying, it's annoying to hear."

Aihara's superhero syndrome kicked in, and he couldn't help but yell, "Shut the hell up! Today I'm going to rescue you all, one by one, and I won't leave anyone out!"

The field of thought suddenly trembled violently.

This time, the old man and the girl reappeared, helping him pull the boy out of the mucous membrane.

Occasionally, flesh buds would launch attacks from the shadows, but they would work together to deflect them, and Aihara would not be harmed.

Countless people were trapped in this fleshy tunnel, but Aihara would pull each person out as soon as he saw them.

His spiritual energy was being depleted more and more.

But more and more people are being rescued.

After being saved, everyone would bow to him in gratitude and then disappear like a ghost.

But when he encounters danger or is weak, those people will inexplicably appear to help him in various ways.

Gradually, Aihara noticed something amiss.

Those who came to the Forbidden Path may have been mistaken; those trapped in the mucus were not monsters, but aggregates of the spirits of the dead.

Or rather... the soul of the dead!

They meant no harm.

They just wanted to call for help.

If you save them, you will get their help.

If we abandon it, it will be very difficult for one person to get out of here on their own.

Aihara's spiritual essence was on the verge of depletion, but those souls appeared out of thin air and placed their hands on his back.

A continuous stream of spiritual energy surged up.

Aihara has returned to his peak form.

But my eyes kept bleeding and burning with pain.

It's like it's overloaded.

His mental state was on the verge of collapse.

A splitting headache.

But he did not stop.

"My beloved concubine, are you still listening? You may not believe it, but this place imprisons the souls of many dead people, and I am trying to free them..."

Aihara spoke into the walkie-talkie.

"Ok?"

Jiang Youqing's questioning voice came through the walkie-talkie, seemingly unsure whether he had completely gone mad.

Suddenly, Aihara stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed on a woman covered in mucous membranes.

She was a woman in a police uniform, probably in her thirties, with an unbelievably beautiful face, especially the cool and aloof look in her eyes, which seemed strangely familiar.

Ginger and pomelo clear!
She bears at least a 70% resemblance to Jiang Youqing.

“My beloved concubine, I think I see your mother.”

Aihara said softly, "In her thirties, with slightly curly hair, aloof eyes, wearing a Saturn ring necklace from the Vivienne Westwood brand, and clover earrings, is that her?"

The breathing on the walkie-talkie paused for a moment, then Jiang Youqing's voice came through again: "Hallucination?"

Aihara remained silent for a moment.

"I don't think this is a hallucination."

Aihara raised his right hand and forcefully tore at the mucous membrane from a distance. Countless souls he had saved reappeared, helping him resist the flesh buds coming from all directions.

"I've come to save you, grab my hand..."

The mucous membrane was torn, and the flesh was ripped apart. The policewoman trapped in the flesh wall grasped his hand, and countless souls swarmed in to help them exert force together.

Click.

After the policewoman was rescued, a gentle look appeared in her eyes, as if a frozen river had thawed and life had returned.

Aihara bent over, holding his knees and panting, and at that moment he seemed to smell her cool, refreshing fragrance.

That taste seemed familiar.

I once smelled it on my beloved concubine as well.

The policewoman bent down, touched his hair, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, kid."

Aihara smiled silently, shook his head vigorously in an attempt to regain some of his senses, wiped the blood from the corner of his eye, and staggered onward.

The spiritual quality is quite abundant.

But my body was already extremely exhausted.

She could faint at any moment.

He rescued more and more people.

Just as he said.

Not a single person was left behind.

Because if he were trapped here, he wouldn't want to be the one who gets abandoned.

These innocent people who died have been trapped here for who knows how long, their souls still retaining a trace of consciousness, truly as if they had been sent to hell, suffering endless torment.

But these people don't deserve to go to hell.

The one who truly deserves to go to hell is someone else.

In the end, Aihara Station was so unsteady that she could barely stand. Although she had never been particularly composed or at ease to begin with, she was now scrambling and stumbling, almost falling over.

But each time, a spirit would appear and lend him a hand at the crucial moment, preventing him from falling.

Sometimes it's a girl.

Sometimes it's an elderly person.

Sometimes it's a police officer.

Occasionally, someone would give him a thumbs up.

There were also people cheering him on.

He didn't know how long he had been advancing when it was as if a destructive wind was blowing from hell. Aihara's mental field was destroyed in an instant. At the critical moment, countless souls emerged to help him maintain the shattered field and protect him.

The scorching winds of hell can cause immense damage to the soul, yet those people gritted their teeth and refused to retreat an inch.

"My beloved concubine, I feel like I'm about to die."

Aihara was on the verge of losing his mind. All he could see was a blood-red mass, and his eyes were hurting so badly that he felt like he was going blind.

He had never been so exhausted in his life.

The high workload of Jing Tong, coupled with the constant erosion of his mind and body, meant that even though those souls infused him with spiritual essence, he still could not become a perpetual motion machine.

It's like an engine that's about to burn out.

Adding more oil won't help.

The sound of singing could be faintly heard over the walkie-talkie.

Jiang Youqing didn't know what to say, so she softly sang a song, her voice melodious and gentle, like a babbling brook.

As Aihara listened to her sing, he suddenly became more alert and mustered his strength to continue forward.

Countless souls helped him maintain his mental field.

step.

Two steps.

Aihara had no idea where he was when he suddenly saw a familiar figure in a piece of mucous membrane.

He was a weathered and disheveled middle-aged man. Even though he was trapped by the mucous membrane, he did not struggle or cry for help. He just looked at him with red eyes, as if he was about to cry with heartache.

Even though Aihara had already guessed that she would see him here, her heart still trembled, and tears slid down her cheeks, she didn't know if it was from pain or sadness.

"Hey, Second Uncle, I knew it was you."

Aihara reached out to his second uncle, and countless souls appeared behind him, as if giving him boundless power.

"Look how amazing I am!"

(End of this chapter)