The Law of Heaven

Chapter 111 The Truth of the Gospel

When the Mirage Dragon self-destructed before the gates of the divine kingdom, violent spiritual energy erupted like a volcanic eruption. The mental field, which had collapsed to the critical point, suddenly collapsed, engulfing the stormy world like a dragon's roar, with endless rumbling.

The torrential rain reversed course, swallowing up the dark clouds.

A void-like vacuum reappeared in the sky.

Before the dragon's roar had subsided, the holy radiance falling from the sky shattered like glass, and countless eerie and imposing vertical pupils were blasted into blood, trembling and breaking apart.

The mountains collapsed, as if they had crumbled in an earthquake. Huge fissures pierced through the mountains, and powerful, tidal waves swept through, causing trees to fall, mudslides to roll down, and flash floods to erupt.

The dragon horns that pierced through the mountain collapsed with a roar, falling into the sea like broken mountain peaks.

Whether they were the remnants of the Shi family who had miraculously survived in the deep mountains, or the combat units of the Deep Blue Alliance, they were all on the verge of fainting amidst the deafening roar of the explosion, blood flowing from their seven orifices.

Their minds went blank, with only the furious roar of the dragon echoing as if their brains had been shattered.

The elders felt dizzy and barely managed to stay upright by holding onto the hood of the car, with blood gushing from their mouths and noses.

Even Ruan Yang, who was a Grandmaster, trembled under that overwhelming power. He subconsciously touched his ear, and blood oozed from his ear canal.

"The Mirage Dragon...self-destructed?"

Chairman Ruan also felt a dizzying sensation. She was the only one who could look up at the gods, but at this moment she felt a great fear, and her hair stood on end.

The supreme being hovered between heaven and earth, letting the fluctuations of the mental field bombard her. She listened to the dragon's roar echoing in the wind and rain, like a girl listening to the tide at the seaside.

Wandering in a world beyond the mundane, carefree and at ease.

It was as if she didn't exist in this world at all.

The self-destruction of the mirage dragon naturally had no effect on her.

In her eyes, this behavior was like a kitten hissing, childish yet adorable.

"interesting."

The Supreme One turned around without looking back, glancing at the nearly shattered vertical pupil behind him before leaving. His beautiful gaze fell on the guy shrouded in black mist.

"No matter what kind of monster or demon you are, I'm waiting for you to come before me and fight me."

He turned around and stepped into the rift in the void, his white hair, three thousand feet long, swaying in the wind and rain.

The rift is mended, and spacetime is distorted.

It was restored to normal in an instant.

Countless malevolent vertical pupils closed in an instant, as if they had never appeared at all.

Only broken dark clouds remained in the sky, looking like a ferocious and furious face, just like the ancient dragon with the bronze demon mask, sending chills down one's spine.

The members of the Deep Blue Alliance seemed to have just escaped death. They had thought that the gods would unleash their wrath to destroy the world, and had even prepared for the end of the world.

But to my surprise, nothing happened.

The end of the world did not come.

The gates of hell were not opened.

The gods... have departed!
Planning for a thousand years has yielded nothing!
There was no anger that burned the world.

There was no devastating retribution.

He left so casually.

Before he left, the gospel he had single-handedly promoted over a thousand years had not received even the slightest bit of attention.

Not even a glance.

"No, how can you just leave like this? You should be furious! You should destroy this city! You should devour that chosen one who stole the essence of the Mirage Dragon! That thing should have belonged to me!"

The gospel collapsed; even in spirit form, he knelt helplessly on the ground.

Beneath the sinister smile mask, tears of resentment flowed.

"You are so distinguished, if I miss this opportunity, where will I ever see you again? Even just one more glance from you, or you could show me the way..."

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed forcefully, his ten fingers digging deep into the ground, refusing to leave even as the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

He was overwhelmed by immense grief and despair.

His pupils were bloodshot.

"Gospel, it's time to go!"

Fu Bao held an old-fashioned map in his hand. The dense forest on one side of the mountain path had been destroyed by a mudslide, and huge rocks on the ridge crashed down with a loud bang.

The gospel, however, remained unmoved, only roaring.

"Please look at me!"

Why won't you even look at me!

"Can you tell me why this is?"

The gospel roared to the heavens, like the desperate howl of a wild beast before being locked in a cage: "Why can some people walk the forbidden path? Why doesn't God favor me even once!"

More than a decade of planning has been reduced to ashes.

According to his plan, as the Supreme Being devours the Mirage Dragon, the primordial will within the Forbidden Path will weaken, allowing him to seize the opportunity to enter and transform it.

Even if the Mirage Dragon's origin is ultimately devoured, he can still obtain the Seal of Destiny and thus submit to that supreme being.

He pledged allegiance to the supreme being, bearing the seal of destiny.

There is absolutely no reason to be rejected.

In the beautiful fantasy of the Gospel, the Supreme Being will not only guide him on his path, but also help him hatch new Elder Dragon Origins, helping him become the Chosen One.

Now everything is ruined.

There is no hope left.

"Wake up! All of this is just your speculation. Throughout history, it seems only one kind has ever become the Chosen One. When someone usurped the Mirage Dragon's origin, we had already lost! We failed to fulfill the ancient covenant, so of course that Supreme Being wouldn't even glance at us!"

Fu Bao roared hoarsely, "What you need to do now is pull yourself together! We still have a chance!"

At that moment, he suddenly realized something and turned the map in his hand without hesitation.

A spacetime rift opened from behind him.

Fu Bao dashed in, then vanished without a trace like an old dog.

Only the gospel remained in place.

A self-deprecating smile.

Amidst the collapsing torrent, the elderly Chairman Ruan walked over, leaning on his cane. He was clearly very old, yet he resembled a demon emerging from hell, exuding a chilling murderous intent.

Is all of this funny?

Is this all what you wanted?

"To curry favor with that supreme ruler, you killed so many innocent people. What do you value your life for?"

The stench of blood was overwhelming, as if the wind was blowing from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Chairman Ruan pulled out a knife hidden in his cane, and a bright flash of light disappeared in an instant.

Such refined swordsmanship is rare in the world. The sword aura that bursts forth in an instant is the culmination of a hundred years of refinement, ready to be unleashed at any moment!
Like the chilly moonlight, illuminating the deep mountains.

There was a boom.

The mudslide seemed to have been severed, cutting a huge gap in the solid mountainside.

The muddy mountain path seemed to be split in two.

Even the dark clouds in the sky seemed to have shattered.

"Ah……"

The spirit of the Gospel was instantly annihilated, like a demon severed in half, vanishing into the night sky.

There was a click.

Chairman Ruan sheathed his sword, glanced at the now-healed cracks in the void, and turned to face the surging mudslide, showing no joy of victory.

I just have a bad feeling.

The off-road vehicle sped along the bumpy mountain road, its countless bright headlights converging together like a sea of ​​stars.

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1 a.m., Zhanshan Sanatorium.

Deputy Director Wang from the Security Coordination Bureau hurriedly walked in, passed the liveness detection in the lobby on the first floor, then completed a security check under strict security, and finally went up to the attic.

The metal door opened, and lights illuminated the darkness. In the vast space, only the eco-pod was still lit. The retro bedroom remained unchanged, with the highly distorted man lying on the bed, fast asleep and silent.

"Thank goodness, it was a false alarm."

Deputy Director Wang breathed a sigh of relief.

Director Zhou Yin has defected, and the bureau's work needs to be redeployed, with this sanatorium being the top priority.

Ruan Xiangtian absolutely must not get into trouble.

Fortunately, he just received the news.

The ritual of Wuxiang's rebirth has ended, and Ruan Xiangtian is likely the only test subject left. Even if he awakens again, he will not be able to continue evolving. His danger level has been reduced; he is now just a terrifying monster.

Rather than a harbinger of disaster.

But looking at the sleeping man in the ecological warehouse, Deputy Director Wang took a deep breath, feeling a slight wavering.

Director Zhou Yin has defected.

The Security Coordination Bureau will definitely be investigated.

Deputy Director Wang has not crossed the line over the years, but he has indeed done a lot of dirty work for that shadowy department.

Deputy Director Wang originally thought he was doing things for the Yan family, but he never expected it to turn out like this.

Yan Chengwu, on the other hand, died a swift and decisive death.

Zhou Yin left behind such a huge mess, and someone will inevitably investigate him eventually.

"Should we take Ruan Xiangtian's genes and defect?"

Deputy Director Wang remained silent for a moment before choosing to act rationally.

Defection is absolutely unacceptable.

Security here is extremely tight.

He couldn't escape.

However, at that very moment, Deputy Director Wang suddenly discovered that the door to the ecological warehouse had been opened.

The medical staff here inject Ruan Xiangtian with large amounts of anesthetic every three days. It's normal for people to come and go, but it definitely shouldn't be today.

Deputy Director Wang suspiciously pushed open the warehouse door and entered the retro-style bedroom, where he faintly heard some sounds.

That was the sound of a heartbeat.

That was the sound of breathing.

Fleeting, like an illusion.

Deputy Director Wang looked nervous, gripped the Desert Eagle on his back, and mustered his courage to walk toward the man on the bed. He bent down and tilted his head to listen to his breathing and heartbeat.

Nothing at all.

"Looks like I was too nervous."

Deputy Director Wang frowned: "Aren't these people going to close the door?"

The moment he turned around.

Suddenly, Ruan Xiangtian, who had been sleeping, opened his eyes. His pupils were pale and covered with shocking blood vessels, making him look as terrifying as a demon.

Before he could react, Deputy Director Wang was grabbed by his sharp claws, the nails piercing his chest.

Ruan Xiangtian stood up and bit down on his neck, his sharp teeth piercing the carotid artery. He gulped down the warm blood like a wild beast that had been thirsty for a long time.

Deputy Director Wang suffered violent convulsions and spasms, and died on the spot before he could even let out a scream.

The look of terror froze on his face.

After a long while, Ruan Xiangtian threw away the guy's corpse as if it were trash, turned around and went to the wardrobe to pick out a well-fitting suit, and put it on in front of the mirror.

Finally, put on a pair of expensive crocodile leather shoes.

"It's been more than ten years."

Ruan Xiangtian said softly, "That old dog Ye Xun is still somewhat useful."

His reflection in the mirror was grotesque and terrifying, like a monster.

Before him, invisible spirits vaguely coalesced, vaguely outlining a man wearing a sinister-looking mask.

But in an instant, the spirit shattered.

Ruan Xiangtian clutched his forehead in pain and said in a low voice, "That old bastard, the curse of the Ghost Blade... Oh well, I kept this up all those years ago to operate outside. Now that it's sealed by the curse, I should just give it up."

He raised his hand, as if summoning countless terrifying hellhounds from the underworld, which roared out like ghosts.

In an instant, screams rose and fell from the attic, the sound of blood gushing out was so intoxicating.

"The ritual of rebirth without form has been terminated, but its hidden dangers have not been resolved. I can still use those patients with genetic diseases to continue to realize my plan."

Ruan Xiangtian said softly, "The people from Jiuge should be here soon. Those old fogies probably already know that there are things left behind by the gods in the Misty Mountain. Everything that happened in this city is valuable experimental data for Jiuge, which they want to use to make up for the terrible mistake made by the Central True Pivot Academy back then... Heh."

Jiuge wouldn't let this opportunity slip by; Deep Blue Alliance would have to accept their investment and lose its autonomy. What follows is going to be a good dog-eat-dog show, and my old mother is in for a headache.

He seemed to have regained his former elegance and composure, but suddenly he punched and shattered the mirror in front of him.

Glass shards flew everywhere.

Blood was dripping from the piercing claws.

"God, why have you forsaken me?"

Hysterical questioning.

His body convulsed violently, and countless vengeful spirits surged out from within him, devouring the world like evil ghosts.

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The sun broke through the clouds, a rare sunny day.

The city was shrouded in a thin mist in the early morning, and the shimmering sea carried the distant sound of the tide, calm and still.

The battle against the other side of Wushan came to an end. With the collapse and subsidence of the mountain, the sins of the past hundred years seemed to have been buried here. The remnants of the Shi family were almost completely wiped out, and the Bliss Society also suffered heavy losses and fled.

After a night of purging, the Deep Blue Alliance's combat formations are preparing for the post-war cleanup. Hunters are active in the streets and alleys, ordered to hunt down any remaining fugitives.

In the world of immortal beings, countless messages about the mythical era completely detonated a media frenzy.

The world was in uproar.

Aihara, at the center of the vortex, was completely unaware.

His last memory was of the moment he detonated the Mirage Dragon's body, and then, as the mountains collapsed, he lost his balance and fell off the cliff, nearly fainting.

In the final moment, it was as if someone rushed over and grabbed his wrist.

Her hands were delicate and cool.

Her body has a cool, refreshing fragrance.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a soft bed, with the blankets neatly tucked in.

The sun shines brightly outside the window, the curtains flutter in the sea breeze, and you can see tourists playing on the golden beach. The sound of the waves comes from afar, which is very pleasant.

It’s been such a long time coming.

This feeling of the beauty of life.

It's as if everything in the misty mountains is a dream.

Aihara suddenly stood up and found that he was completely naked, but his body was clean and without any dirt.

My right hand was wrapped in bandages, and even the slightest movement caused a tearing pain, as if my bones were broken.

The slug perched on his shoulder.

They tried their best to help him repair his almost useless arm.

"you're awake?"

Xiao Qi's voice echoed deep within my mind.

A seductive young dragon was wrapped around Aihara's wrist, lazily floating in mid-air, yawning.

The door to the room suddenly opened, and Jiang Youqing, dressed in a white dress, came in carrying a McDonald's takeout bag. She paused for a moment.

"Woke up so quickly?"

(End of this chapter)