Exploding God

Chapter 1138 Suppressing this Domain, Seeing That Tower

The dark red soil was indistinguishable as either blood or the earth's original color.

A cold wind blew from the depths, carrying a desolate feeling as it brushed against the girl's slender body.

Zhang Xinghuo's body trembled slightly, not from fear of the horrific scene, but from a sudden, inexplicable sadness welling up in her heart.

How long have these piles of white bones been like this?

Ten years, a hundred years... or a thousand years?

She suddenly felt a slight coolness on her cheeks and subconsciously touched them; there were tears that had fallen without her noticing.

"Master."

She opened her mouth, but all her words ultimately boiled down to these two words.

"There was no murderer, no conspiracy, and no right or wrong."

Lu Ze gave a surprising answer. He stood in front of the girl, a phantom image of a crimson phoenix flashing deep in his pupils.

Beneath the phoenix's piercing gaze, behind the desolate and terrifying graveyard of white bones, lies a vast, sea-like black sky.

The thick blackness surged and churned, yet it could never break through the area covered by the black mud and red soil.

The black fissures that once appeared intermittently along the mountain path now appear here at a density dozens of times greater, only to fade away again.

This is a world completely different from reality.

Just as the light is as bright, so too is the shadow.

The girl looked up at Lu Ze's back, and she could feel the surging emotions beneath her master's calm words.

Lu Ze was silent for a moment before speaking: "Saving the race through individual sacrifice. The question that had troubled me for so long has been answered. This was originally a story destined to be a tragedy."

Zhang Xinghuo still seemed to understand, but she keenly caught the word "本" in Lu Ze's last sentence.

Lu Ze knew the girl had many questions, but he didn't explain.

He walked around the black mud and red soil with his hands behind his back, gazing at the piles of white bones, his voice low and deep.

"Most of these skeletons were skeletal remains, the majority of which were voluntarily created. Perhaps they clung to life, or perhaps they hoped for the continuation of life in the next generation, and came here before their deaths..."

The skeletons in sight, perfectly intact and seated, looked exactly like those of a practitioner who had passed away peacefully.

However, instead of passing away at home, they came to this desolate and ghostly place.

"Some were killed here. They may have been filled with grief or anger, but they didn't know that they would bless their descendants for a thousand years after their death," Lu Ze said, pointing to several skeletons missing limbs.

"Do they really have to die here?" Zhang Xinghuo finally couldn't help but ask.

"Not necessarily," Lu Ze replied softly, then added with absolute certainty, "but they definitely haven't found any other way."

"This is a seal. From the day it was blessed, there is only one path to follow to the end."

"What is sealed?" Zhang Xinghuo's heart skipped a beat.

"Destined for extinction."

Lu Ze carefully examined each skeleton and every patch of soil, no longer concerned with the individual loves and hates of the people in Wuyuan Luli.

Among these historical traces, he saw the past struggles of the people living here against their fate.

He will not ignore these sacrifices that have been lost to the annals of history.

For the human race, even the smallest sacrifice is worthy of respect.

"The person who found this method back then must have been a genius, able to find such a sliver of possibility among countless impossibilities."

He may have known what the end of that sliver of possibility was, but in the end, everything succumbed to the passage of time.

Lu Ze's voice was full of emotion.

This land is like a recorder of history, silently showing the past in a fleeting moment.

Lu Ze seemed to see countless dying people spontaneously coming here, choosing to return the essence of their lives to heaven and earth. Together with those who were killed here, they used their own spirit and flesh to repair the cracks and maintain the stability of this space.

How tragic and yet how resolute!

That was the only one left after exhausting all other methods.

Upon seeing this "graveyard," Lu Ze understood why the expedition team had come here and the motives behind the hunters' nighttime luring of the giant beast.

Only living beings can stop the rift from widening.

For thousands of years, countless lives have been buried here, and countless lives, spirits, and energies have been reinforced and sealed here layer by layer.

Unfortunately, you can't stop a flood by blocking it.

In the star source vision seen through Phoenix Eyes, the graveyard contained star source power multiplied by tens or even hundreds of times, surging violently and on the verge of going out of control; it was no longer something that living flesh and blood could contain.

The arrival of the tower will not be swayed by individual will, nor will it be hindered by any individual.

No matter how much effort the dead and the living put in, the tower still stands, while countless lives have been lost.

That's why he just said this is a story destined to be a tragedy.

I never heard from Kirihara Riku again in the future, probably because Kirihara Riku had already vanished by that time.

The elder, whom I had met once, was nothing more than a pathetic creature struggling to survive.

Kirihara Riku was actually just dust stirred up when the tower was erected.

……

No one knew that deep in the ancient land, a young man named Ze revealed the secrets of the past thousand years of Wuyuan in just a few words!

Zhang Xinghuo listened to Lu Ze's calm narration with a vague understanding. She had no idea that the reason Lu Ze analyzed based on limited clues was exactly the same as the oral history of the Ten Jia ancestors.

"Master, will we all die in the future?" Zhang Xinghuo asked a question that seemed ambiguous, but she knew that her master would understand and hear the hope hidden in her words.

"If the seal breaks, you will die, they will die, and the people who have lived here for thousands of years will also die. In the face of natural disasters, no one can remain unscathed."

"But you just said the word 'ben'!" Zhang Xinghuo clenched his fists.

"Because that's the future under normal circumstances."

Lu Ze stopped in his tracks, his eyes instantly shifting from nonchalant to sharp and piercing, his previously calm tone now sounding like the clang of swords!

"But now that I'm here, I, Lu Ze, have the final say in everything!"

As soon as he finished speaking, with Lu Ze's feet as the center, thousands of dark red energy waves exploded from the ground, intertwining to form a huge shadow that covered a thousand meters, and instantly shot back into the sky to converge at the highest point.

A terrifying aura capable of destroying the heavens and the earth surged from Lu Ze, sweeping across the entire space like a hurricane.

Zhang Xinghuo stared in shock at his master, his gaze following his master's eyes as they looked into the distance.

There, a giant tree was shredded into dust, and behind the billowing smoke and dust, a figure leaped up in panic and ran away as fast as he could.

Lu Ze's eyes were indifferent. He raised his right hand and suddenly clenched his fist.

"Return the sword!"

As the sound faded, the mortal sword floated at the end of a thousand meters.

The figure was terrified when he saw the sword light pointing at him.

There's no way to dodge it.

Because when he saw the sword light appear, a crimson torrent of water crashed down on him.

His body, with its pure azure energy, was like a giant tree being knocked away by the crimson torrent flowing from the outside in, crashing straight back without even a moment's pause.

--boom!

The earth is shaking!

The crimson light engulfed her vision. Zhang Xinghuo instinctively raised her hand to block it, but she didn't feel the devastating torrent crashing into her. She quickly lowered her arm and blurted out when she saw the figure clearly.

"Manager Yan!?"

The burly, tall man, yet held by the neck by his master like a chicken awaiting slaughter… was none other than Yan Wenchang!

Yan Wenchang tried to resist by gathering all his strength, but Lu Ze's palm remained as still as if cast in iron. The surrounding air was like a massive amount of seawater, penetrating every crevice and squeezing out all his space to move.

He struggled in terror as he looked at Lu Ze.

If there were a way to undo mistakes, he would have stayed far away from the beginning, or even turned around and fled the ancient land.

What kind of strength is this?!

What's going on with that massive barrier that covers a kilometer?

How could there be such an extraordinary person in Kirihara Riku?

He, a dignified 11-star realm cultivator, was no different from a plucked chicken waiting to be slaughtered in his hands!

How did he end up in his own expedition team?!

……

Yan Wenchang gasped for breath, the terrifying aura threatening to suffocate him.

No, it's not an illusion!

He opened his mouth but couldn't feel any oxygen entering.

……

Lu Ze raised one hand diagonally, his gaze following the direction of the arm to the flushed face, and spoke indifferently:

I'll give you two choices.

"Stay here and protect my disciple for a short while, and I will spare your life."

"Watch me crush your head."

His domineering tone left no room for negotiation.

Yan Wenchang's face flushed red, like Guan Yu, but mostly with shame and indignation.

A dignified eleventh-star realm expert was being held in someone's hand like trash, with his head about to be crushed in the next second, without even having time to think.

He struggled violently, his voice strained out of his throat like a leaky bellows.

"I...choose...one!"

The word "one" had just been uttered.

Puff puff--

A series of rapid sounds of sword energy entering the body rang out.

Yan Wenchang's entire body was stained red, and his body jerked violently due to the excruciating pain, followed by continuous convulsions.

puff.

Lu Ze casually tossed Yan Wenchang down, his cold words bringing the other man back to reality.

The Yan family steward, who had been arrogant and taciturn just a day ago, was now trembling all over, looking at Lu Ze like a drowning dog.

"I have planted the Thirteen Qi Swords within your body. You will be unharmed for half a day, but if I do not withdraw them after half a day, the sword energy will erupt, and you will be torn to pieces."

Lu Ze looked at the girl again.

"Stay here and don't move. I'll be right back."

After saying this, he turned around with his hands behind his back and stepped into the burial ground.

They didn't seem to care about Yan Wenchang at all.

Yan Wenchang's mind was in turmoil. He was with Zhang Xinghuo, and from this perspective, he actually had the initiative in his own hands, which proved that what Lu Ze said was true.

But what exactly does the other party want to do inside...?

When Yan Wenchang watched Lu Ze step into the burial ground, his heart leaped into his throat; the tension even overshadowed the pain that had just pierced his very bones.

No living person is buried in this place; all who enter are white bones.

Anyone who enters will have their entire body filled with violent star energy, ultimately exploding and dying.

The stronger a person is, the more tragic their death will be.

His feelings were incredibly complicated; he both hoped Lu Ze would die inside and prayed desperately that Lu Ze would come back alive.

His expression shifted between light and dark for a moment, but a hurried shout from beside him startled him awake.

"Master!"

"What are you going to do?"

Zhang Xinghuo hadn't anticipated Lu Ze's arrangements. What dangers lay ahead, and why wasn't he allowed to follow...?

Everything that happened so suddenly was far beyond her comprehension.

Lu Ze kept walking.

Eight simple words floated in from ahead.

Before Zhang Xinghuo could react, Yan Wenchang, who was sitting on the ground, jumped up in shock. He felt as if he were hallucinating, his brain buzzing, and those eight words echoing in his mind.

Especially the last character of those eight characters—

"Suppress this region, and see that tower."

(End of this chapter)