The Law of Heaven

Chapter 107 The Covenant of Heavenly Law, The Chosen One

Aihara reached out forcefully, and with a furious dragon's roar, his mental field erupted with unprecedented power, shattering the fleshy buds in all directions and also breaking the mucous membrane on the flesh wall.

Countless souls reached out together, exerting all their strength to pull the middle-aged man stuck in the flesh wall out, as if they were struggling against some unknown entity.

Aihara was also tearing off the remaining mucous membrane.

But his movements were very slow.

Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps she wanted to spend more time with the man in front of her.

At this moment, many things that had been bottled up for a long time could finally be said out and vented.

"How long have you been trapped here?"

Are you cold? Are you hungry?

"You always make yourself look so sloppy. Even through this thick mucous membrane, I can recognize you at a glance."

Aihara retorted.

Uncle Er, hidden in the flesh and mucous membrane, just smiled.

"Don't you think you're annoying? You're always hiding things and never tell us anything. You died so mysteriously, and I have to clean up your mess. You have no idea how much trouble I get. After dealing with all this, I still have to prepare your funeral and invite people to the banquet. Who can I invite? Your lovers from the foot massage parlor?"

The second uncle, who was stuck in the flesh, seemed a little embarrassed. He gave him an apologetic smile and grabbed his hand tightly.

At this moment, it was as if they had crossed the distance between life and death, and the uncle and nephew felt each other's presence once again.

Aihara pulled hard, muttering to himself:
“Old Deng, I haven’t been doing well since you died. The adult world is complicated, and there are many things I don’t understand. I’m managing this family all by myself, and I also have to take care of Xiao Si. I’m exhausted. The world of immortals is also dangerous. Although I can barely manage, I don’t know who I can trust. I’ve always been cautious and walking on thin ice.”

Fortunately, I met some very kind people and made many reliable friends. I've done everything you entrusted to me. Xiao Si is doing well; there are no signs of her illness yet, and she has already awakened. To prevent her from having an attack, I've also asked someone to research the mythical bloodline to continue your unfinished research.

"I killed Zhou Yin, the one who killed you. Hey, this old bastard's name is Ye Xun. You spent your whole life telling fortunes and palmistry, and you never figured out this old dog was the mole, did you? I personally avenged you. Aren't you awesome?"

Aihara suddenly exerted his strength.

With a snap, a weathered and disheveled middle-aged man was pulled out. Unlike the others, he did not bow in gratitude, but instead slowly knelt down in front of the boy.

His second uncle smiled and reached out to wipe away the blood and tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, then ruffled his hair vigorously.

It felt like stepping back many years to when Aihara was a child, running and falling down, crying loudly on the ground. Back then, his second uncle would do the same thing, wiping away his tears and rubbing his head.

"To be honest, growing up is a really tough thing, but I didn't run away from any difficulties. Even after becoming an immortal being, I didn't bully innocent ordinary people. I've always been doing what I'm supposed to do, and even in this godforsaken place, I haven't given up. It's like as long as I do this, I can still feel that you're still here..."

Aihara said softly, "Second Uncle, although you are a very annoying person, I really miss you."

The singing on the walkie-talkie paused for a moment.

This was the first time Jiang Youqing had heard his true feelings.

His second uncle lowered his eyes and ultimately said nothing, only hugging him and patting his back.

It's as if he's still the same person he was when he was a child.

My second uncle is still the same second uncle he always was.

Without many words, all the longing was conveyed in this simplest of gestures.

By the time Aihara came to his senses, his second uncle's soul had already vanished without a trace. He was all alone in the thick blood mist, feeling as lonely as if he had been banished to the ends of the earth.

Aihara paused for a moment.

"Old man, you've gone by so fast."

He smiled silently and continued walking.

It felt like everything that had just happened was a dream.

The song started playing again from the walkie-talkie.

It was as if it was reminding him.

He is not trapped in hell.

There are still people in the world waiting for him to return.

"Someone is waiting for me."

"Someone is waiting for me to go back."

"I must get back alive..."

Aihara kept reminding himself not to completely lose himself. He didn't know exactly how much time had passed; it seemed like only a few minutes had gone by. Occasionally, he would feel that thousands of years had passed and the world had changed.

He walked numbly through the narrow, fleshy tunnel, the darkness ahead growing ever deeper, like an abyss.

No one needs him to save them anymore.

Those souls never appeared again.

The blood mist disappeared, and the granulation tissue stopped growing.

But that pain never subsided.

An overwhelming sense of loneliness washed over me.

Only the faint singing voice accompanied me.

In the end, even the walkie-talkies started making static.

exhausted.

pain.

collapse.

The closer we get to the end of this road...

The more obvious that malice becomes.

An aura of evil surged forth like a tidal wave, as if countless vengeful spirits had gathered together, struggling and roaring.

A hysterical roar.

Aihara, a mere mortal, seemed to collapse at the sound of that roar. He could feel his body and soul trembling, and the immense pressure was as deep as the sea.

It squeezed him inch by inch.

I want to crush him, I want to flatten him.

In an instant, he felt as if he were in hell, overwhelmed by endless negative emotions.

Why did you come here?

"What business is it of yours whether other people live or die?"

"Your sister's life or death is not important at all. As long as you live, you can find many more obedient and well-behaved sisters. But if you die here, who will remember you? Perhaps some people will shed tears for you, but they will forget you soon, smile again, and continue to live their lives."

"The world keeps turning even without you, you're not that important. It's not worth risking your life here for whatever reason. The price of becoming a hero is dying in some forgotten corner, just like your uncle, and being forgotten in the end."

It was as if the whispers of countless vengeful spirits echoed in Aihara's ears, like the sound of fingernails scratching a blackboard, stimulating his brain nerves and almost driving him to the brink of collapse.

That malice seemed to possess a self-awareness.

It can erode a person's mind.

"Shut up."

He let out a hoarse murmur from his throat.

His face contorted and flushed red, and he gritted his teeth.

"Who are you risking your life for? Your second uncle? Does your second uncle really love you? If you were the one infected with the Curse of Heaven, would he do all this for you? He's been running around trying to cure your sister's illness, but he hasn't given you a good childhood, and you've been discriminated against and bullied at school..."

A bewitching demon whispers in your ear.

Like a question from the depths of one's soul.

chatter.

It seemed to awaken the evil thoughts within Aihara's heart as well.

Yes.

It seems that this is indeed the case.

Aihara really didn't need to risk his life. If he died here, some people might be sad for him, but everyone's life still has to go on. One day he will be forgotten, and everything he did will lose its meaning.

It's like dying quietly in a corner of the hero's world; few people will truly remember his achievements, and everyone will only be concerned about their own little plot of land.

The tragedies and atrocities in this world are endless; you can control one, but you can't control the next.

My second uncle may not be a responsible parent either.

He had no idea how much he loved Aihara.

Countless negative emotions welled up in his heart, and he kept recalling the day he learned of his second uncle's death. He stood alone in the pouring rain, lost in thought, with passersby holding umbrellas and cars rolling by on the street. Time passed, and the world felt desolate.

Just like now, I am all alone.

But is this really the case?
Aihara struggled to recall the details of that day.

In the pouring rain, Xiao Si ran towards him with an umbrella. In his hazy memory, he vaguely heard her anxious calls and felt her warm body temperature, as well as the tears that fell on his face.

I haven't been alone on this journey.

Countless images flashed through my mind.

Sometimes you can see Jane's face.

Sometimes you can hear Master Zhou preaching.

There was Xiao Li's honest smile, Director Yu's earnest advice, and Director Jiang's stiff gaze.

And of course, there's Jiang Wanwu's smiling face.

And Jiang Youqing, who is standing guard outside the forbidden path at this very moment, humming a song for him and waiting for him to return.

In the very end, there is the immense weight of Mr. Bei's and Dr. Nan's trust and entrustment.

The existence of these people was like sunlight breaking through the dark clouds, gradually dispelling the gloom in Aihara's heart.

"Whether I fight or not has nothing to do with others. It's my own choice. Even if I die here, I'll accept my fate. Whether my second uncle is competent or not, he's the person who's been with me the longest. Of course, I won't be jealous of Xiaosi. On the contrary, I hope she can receive more love... You can say these bullshit things to others, but I won't buy them."

Aihara recalled the scenes he had witnessed along the way: the souls he had redeemed, the kindness that still shone brightly after suffering, and the hands that reached out to him when he could no longer hold on.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Not everyone who experiences darkness will fall into hell. Go ahead and kill me if you dare, but don't even think about destroying my will..."

Faced with that malicious interrogation.

Aihara then gave his answer.

He couldn't accept that cold, heartless world! With a bang!
Malice erupted like a volcanic eruption.

Aihara stumbled and fell to the ground.

For a moment.

Someone carried him on their back.

He didn't fall to the ground.

The spirit of the second uncle reappeared: "Kid, you've come this far, give it your all, don't give up."

The familiar voice echoed in my ears once again.

Aihara was stunned.

It felt like I was transported back many years. The family went hiking on the weekend. Xiao Si, wearing a floral dress, was chasing butterflies in front of them. He was weak and sickly, struggling to climb the steps, panting heavily. His slovenly and lewd second uncle picked him up and carried him on his back, saying the exact same words.

At that moment, the dim twilight cast the shadows of their family, and dandelions all over the mountains swayed in the breeze, their white fluff falling like a snowstorm.

Uncle suddenly became as strong as a bull, carrying him forward. Xiao Si's laughter echoed ahead, and many people on the mountaintop waved to them.

Their shadows stretched endlessly in the setting sun.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The last bit of strength in the human body was squeezed out.

Aihara opened his fierce golden eyes.

The ancient dragon deep within his consciousness let out an angry breath!

Like thunder!

An unbreakable will is like the roar of a dragon!
There was a bang.

The hallucination collapsed.

The walkie-talkie has been burned.

Aihara had somehow arrived at the end of the flesh and blood tunnel. Before him stood an ancient stone door, upon which a strange vertical pupil appeared, staring at him with endless malice and venomous eyes.

Endless malice surged forth like a tidal wave, and he was like a reef in the tide, about to be submerged at any moment.

This is clearly the root of malice.

That eerie vertical pupil radiated the purest malice in the world, as if it were the embodiment of all negative emotions in the world; just one glance at it would cause the heavens and earth to collapse.

Aihara turned around.

His second uncle waved to him in the darkness, with the aloof policewoman and countless strangers behind him.

"Now that you've grown up, you have to learn to be brave. Your second uncle can't be with you forever."

His second uncle looked at him with satisfaction and said softly, "You have to learn to walk the rest of the road on your own."

Their souls seemed to have exhausted their last bit of strength.

They disappeared into the passageway like fireflies.

Gently, it illuminated the darkness.

"Tch, if you want to go, then go."

Aihara turned around and looked at the ancient stone gate. He raised his bloodied body and sensed the boundless malice. He raised his right hand, and his knuckles cracked.

Veins bulging.

Accumulating strength.

The field of thought trembled violently.

The ancient dragon deep within his consciousness roared in fury.

His hands felt inexplicably heavy.

In a trance.

It was as if countless people were helping him lift his arm.

A quick glance.

Yet it seems like there's nothing there at all.

But he did indeed gain some kind of power.

The power of belief.

The eerie vertical pupil trembled violently, as if sensing the mortal's defiance. The hatred and malice seemed to swell a thousandfold, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.

"This forbidden land is off-limits to mortals!"

But this time, the boy did not waver at all.

"What are you babbling about? What's wrong with mortals?"

Aihara gritted his teeth, revealing a grim smile, and threw a vicious punch: "Even if I'm a stray dog, I'll smash my way through the gates of your divine kingdom!"

boom!
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For a fleeting moment, Ruan Yun and Ruan Qi, who were suspended in mid-air exchanging blows, saw the golden holy light shining on the misty mountain, as if the mountains were cracking open and the dragon veins were collapsing.

Before the gates of the forbidden path, Jiang Youqing gazed at the tunnel, which resembled an empty cavern of hell, and saw endless golden light surging out like a tide, washing over the entire world.

"Did you succeed...?"

she said softly.

The Gospel and Blessing in the deep mountains watched this scene in astonishment, their expressions revealing disbelief.

"how is this possible?"

"Someone has traversed the forbidden path!"

"The Forbidden Path hasn't absorbed enough spiritual energy yet; it should be closed. How could anyone force their way through? That's impossible!"

Fu Bao stared in shock, his eyes widening as the endless holy light, like the sunrise in the east, illuminated his aged face.

Meanwhile, the usually composed and wise Fuyin seemed to have gone mad, unleashing hysterical questions and roars.

Fu Bao's eyes trembled slightly. He knew that this man's lifelong wish was to obtain the blessings left by the gods through the forbidden path and achieve unparalleled greatness.

The forbidden path has now been completely opened.

That person, however, was not a blessing.

This is a devastating blow.

The combat units outside the Shi family base witnessed the arrival of a miracle. Endless holy light illuminated the dark clouds in the night sky, and torrential rain, suspended in mid-air, reflected the silhouette of a young boy like a dazzling diamond.

No one could clearly see the boy's exact appearance; he hovered between heaven and earth, as if receiving a crown.

A golden halo gathered above his head.

He was suspended in the clouds.

It's as if they're above the world.

"Chairman, did you see that?"

Ruan Yang raised his head and looked up at the sky, his eyes reflecting endless holy light, as if witnessing the opening of a divine kingdom.

On the rugged mountain road, off-road vehicles drove along the muddy surface. Chairman Ruan put down his walkie-talkie and looked up at the phantom image high in the sky.

The oldest patriarch, Master Fu, murmured, "At this critical juncture, someone has completed the forbidden path? How is that possible? Even Xiang Ye more than a hundred years ago couldn't do such a thing. He possessed the purest Pure Eyes."

The old man of the Jing family also said in a low voice, "Actually, I think no spirit successor can pass through this path, not even Jing Tong. The forbidden path is not something that humans can pass through; after all, it is a seal left by the gods."

Jiang Hai stared at the scene expressionlessly, then narrowed his eyes: "Chairman, could he be an enemy?"

Chairman Ruan shook his head and said softly, "No, anyone who can pass through the Forbidden Path must be a hero. Because Mr. Xiangye once said that the dangers in the Forbidden Path are beyond human control, and only an unbreakable will can overcome them. If someone really has that ability, they must be a kind-hearted person. Otherwise, there is absolutely no possibility of passing through."

Endless radiance burst forth, illuminating their silhouettes, leaving no place for the darkness of the night to hide.

Holy light bathed the heavens and earth. Mu Bei, standing at the foot of the mountain, watched this scene and murmured, "The ritual of the Formless Rebirth has been forcibly terminated. This means that the genes of the Mirage Dragon will no longer flow from the other side."

Regardless of whether the Mirage Dragon is ultimately resurrected through physical means, the Curse of Heavenly Law will cease its spread. Even if the two existing hosts of Heavenly Law die, no new hosts can be created.

Who exactly is this person who could single-handedly turn the tide? We must report this to headquarters…

Just as the monument was murmuring to itself.

But then a satellite phone call came in.

"I am listening."

Mu Bei answered the phone.

A cold, hard voice came through the satellite phone, urgently saying, "What exactly happened in the Misty Mountains? The True Eye of the Central True Academy has sensed a change in the world's rules. The Heavenly Law Agreement, which has been dormant for a thousand years, has been altered. Someone has forcibly usurped the throne and become the Chosen One!"

A tremendous fear exploded in Mu Bei's heart, and her usually cold and gloomy face lost its composure for the first time.

"How could that be? You mean the Chosen One?"

That creature should have been extinct by now!

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The endless holy light resembled a golden ocean, and the sleeping Aihara floated in mid-air, murmuring as if in a dream.

"After more than a thousand years, someone has finally defeated the original will of Heaven's Law and successfully condensed it into the Seal of Destiny that belongs only to you. It's truly remarkable."

Bathed in holy light, someone gazed at the boy floating in mid-air and chuckled softly, "I must say, those eyes are truly special. At first glance, they seem like incomplete, pure pupils, but in reality, they are something that transcends spiritual inheritance. No wonder you possess the ability to see into the essence of the soul."

You were born with such special eyes, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, but it means you're destined to never be ordinary in this life. What a poor child.

Fortunately, the Covenant of Heaven has been altered because of you. You have become the first person in a thousand years to be recognized by Heaven's Mandate, capable of subduing an ancient mythical creature and serving you. The road ahead is not so difficult now; at least you have protection.

"What a pity, why did it have to be an ancient dragon? That supreme being is extremely difficult to deal with. If you want to advance further, you can only snatch meat from its mouth."

Unaware that the sleeping Aihara was unaware of the astonishing change that occurred to the dragon bone bracelet on his wrist, ancient and mysterious golden incantations appeared on the crystal-clear jade-like dragon bone, swaying like a vast Buddhist scripture and encircling his body.

"If you try to take away His food, you will surely incur the wrath of the Supreme Being, and the entire city will perish as a result."

The mysterious man stood with his hands behind his back and sighed, "Very well, according to the agreement of Heavenly Principles, since we are both chosen ones, we should help each other. I will help you this once."

Little Qi, quickly help me shield his Heavenly Mandate Seal, don't let his aura be exposed. Remember, be careful when casting the spell, don't let that Supreme Being discover it.

The world is so beautiful, yet He is so volatile. I don't want to be hunted down to the ends of the earth, with nowhere to hide.

The mysterious figure seemed to be talking to itself, but behind it emerged a massive, god-like black shadow that seemed to expand infinitely.

(End of this chapter)