Exploding God

Chapter 1118 Life Shattered!

The images intertwine.

A few simple line drawings flashed by!

The old man, however, had a map of Jingyang Mountain and several enormous figures forming in his mind.

Jingyang Mountain is unharmed.

Having received this information, he stopped paying attention to Jingyang Mountain and continued to interpret the next segment of information.

……

[I saw that altar again, and its shape was becoming clearer.]

But the altar has never been found in the past thousand years.

With a sigh in his heart, the old man paid no more attention.

The world is not perfect, and he cannot guarantee that his divination will be a reflection of all realities in the future. Many things cannot be found to correspond to anything, and not finding one has no impact on the future.

For example, that altar under the starry sky.

It has appeared more than a dozen times in divination over the past thousand years, but there has been no trace of it in reality.

The old man speculated that it might be a mural recorded in a hidden cave.

……

[A figure sitting quietly against a black background... does this refer to martial arts training?]

Including now, that figure has appeared twice.

He paid attention the first time, because at first glance he looked like a thinker gazing at the starry sky, and the black background could also be a cliff face in an abyss.

However, that figure remained completely unmoved in the celestial divination scene, like an imprint on a martial arts manual—something to be looked at but not observed.

After failing to find any relevant clues, the Ten Jia Ancestor warned all the major families five years ago to diligently cultivate their skills, which resulted in a flourishing of talented individuals. Therefore, he attributed this clue to martial arts cultivation.

[Cultivation is a never-ending process, and the younger generation must not slacken in their cultivation over the next five years.]

……

[Red Snow Mountain, massive avalanche, minor natural disaster.]

No problem.

……

[Changrong County, crumbled? There's nothing there... no, no forbidden area!]

The skin around the eyes of the Tenth Ancestor was noticeably taut as he tilted his head back.

The next second, the scene before his eyes suddenly changed.

Countless lines of varying thicknesses intertwine to form an extremely abstract pattern.

It was a distorted, writhing image.

The flowing black background is like the sky, like an abyss, and like a nightmare from memory... those black cracks.

Just as the Ten Ancestors were rapidly analyzing the situation in their minds, the abstract pattern in their vision suddenly became clear!

The black lines seemed to come alive, and began to spread rapidly along a certain trajectory.

As the lines meet, the outline gradually takes shape.

Its pointed top resembles a bamboo shoot, constantly growing.

The body of the Ten Jia Ancestor suddenly began to tremble.

For the first time, his cloudy eyes were filled with genuine fear.

Because that scene brought to life the history he had been telling for thousands of years, and in a more vivid and detailed way.

It was a building standing in the darkness...

Tower!

No, that's impossible.

The ancestors of Shijia lived through a long and ancient period of time.

For the future of his people, and to glimpse the essence of fate, he willingly became a living dead.

He had almost lost the ability to express emotions because he had become accustomed to life and death and was indifferent to death.

Having lived for so long, his emotions were only a kind of calm that came with the accumulation of years.

It knows no joy, has no sorrow, and is immune to anger.

He is unique, and transcendent.

But at this moment, his voice revealed an emotion that had been hidden for a thousand years—

fear!

Unlike the illusion deliberately presented to Tantai Dongshu and others.

That was a fear that truly terrified his soul.

because……

That tower has never appeared in the past thousand years!

……

……

As distant, real memories surfaced, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He stared intently at the screen, when suddenly he felt a warm, yet painful sensation on his cheek.

An old, withered hand stroked his cheek.

The sticky warmth was transferred to the palm of the hand.

He stared intently at the rapidly spinning stream of light, in which his own horrific face, with flesh and blood constantly falling away, was reflected.

But at this moment, the old man's gaze went beyond his own reflection and landed in the deeper part of the light and shadow.

There, the lines are still intertwined and outlined.

Mottled dark clouds, flashing lightning, and eternal mist.

A higher level that is obscured from view.

Just like it was back then.

Who knows how many corpses are buried beneath those silent images?

……

[The Tower Seal]!

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the old man's body trembled again.

Only when the seal is broken will the great terror reappear in the world.

Could it be that the seal will break in the next five years?

Could it be that the sacrifices of living beings over the years have failed to further strengthen the seal?

The lines in the light and shadow continue to intertwine, unstoppable by his will.

The old man stood there like a stunned spectator until he saw a figure gradually appear in front of the tower.

That was a view from behind.

The old man tried to open his eyes wide.

Splat!

One of his eyeballs fell out and rolled to the ground.

Dark purple blood gushed from his eyes.

The old man ignored him, staring intently at the figure with his only remaining eye.

Sudden.

The figure that should have flashed by like a mural moved.

The black shadow slowly turned around.

It's like a simple line drawing on a blank sheet of paper suddenly transforming into an ink wash animation.

A simple, tall figure, a youthful face faintly visible, and a pair of bright eyes that exude calmness.

Isolate light and shadow from time and space.

That person was never actually there.

Two pairs of eyes seemed to meet silently at that moment, and then the silhouette in the light and shadow quietly turned around.

The dynamic ink-wash figures are transformed back into static murals.

The old man opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something.

He reached out, wanting to touch...

boom!

At that moment, a deafening roar filled my ears.

The light and shadow collapsed.

Dust fell from the sky, landing on the old man's decaying, blood-stained face.

The remaining eyeball was covered in powder.

The old man's vision was swallowed up.

A metallic taste rose in my throat...

He could no longer hold back and coughed up a mouthful of blood, his head slamming heavily onto the bluestone.

As his flesh fell away and his bones decayed, a voice that denied his thousand-year past kept flashing through his mind—

The bi-shaped armor is shattered.

……

"Ancestor!"

"Lord Ancestor!"

The sound, growing louder as it approached, was filled with panic.

The white mist vanished instantly, leaving no trace as it had when it arrived.

The three of them saw the old man lying in a pool of blood.

Tantai Dongshu hurriedly bent down to help the Ten Jia Ancestor up, but when the other turned around and revealed his body with pieces of flesh constantly falling off, he was so frightened that he trembled and froze on the spot.

Swish!

Tantai Dongshu nearly jumped up in fright, but forcibly suppressed his fear and remained where he was.

Because his arm was being gripped tightly by a withered hand with visible white bone!

The old man used all his strength to lift his head, and blood flowed from his remaining eye.

"Unprecedented in a thousand years... a catastrophe... the tower, before... people."

Each word seemed to be uttered with all his strength. When he struggled to finish saying the word "person," the old man, who had lived for over a thousand years and was revered as the Ten Jia Ancestor, made a series of hoarse sounds in his throat. After his body stiffened, he breathed his last.

As Tantai Dongshu supported the old man, his mind went blank, and he heard nothing else.

The remaining two were stunned.

The young Taoist priest who had just rushed outside was trembling all over.

They knew the sky over Kirihara Rikuri...

collapsed.

(End of this chapter)