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Chapter 125: Heaven's justice will eventually bring retribution

The dome of Guixu Terrace was shaken by the surging spiritual power, and it let out a series of shrill cries like a wounded beast.

This towering building, which has gone through the vicissitudes of time and was carefully forged from ten-thousand-year-old black ice, its extremely strong beams and pillars could not withstand the impact of this violent force. Countless crystal clear fragments were falling down, like a beautiful yet heart-pounding rain of ice crystals.

Jiang Qingwu, clad in a vibrant crimson battle robe, billowed wildly in the raging wind like a sea of ​​blazing blood. The hem of her robe danced in the breeze, juxtaposing her nimble figure and accentuating her heroic presence. Twelve exquisite soul-calming bells were neatly adorned around her slender waist.

At this moment, the bells seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and suddenly rang in unison. The sound was crisp and pleasant, but also carried a hint of creepy chill.

This was an alarm triggered by the concentration of demonic energy deep within the earth's veins having breached a critical point! Jiang Qingwu looked up and saw the projections of the seventy-two constellations in the sky flickering between the dense, spider-web-like cracks, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if they would fall at any moment.

Instantly, memories flooded back like a tide. She clearly remembered the first time they ascended the Guixu Terrace. The four of them stood shoulder to shoulder, pointing to the Purple Palace in the starry sky. One of them smiled and said, "Look at the Purple Palace. Doesn't it look like a guillotine hanging high above the heads of all living beings?"

However, the current situation did not allow her to reminisce too much about the past. She only heard an anxious cry: "Qingwu, be careful of the core of the formation!" It turned out to be Zhu Guangji's voice, but due to the thick demonic energy that permeated the surroundings, her words became fragmented and difficult to hear the whole sentence.

It happened so fast! In this critical moment, Jiang Qingwu had no time to think. She spun her body, nimbly dodging sideways like a ghost, narrowly avoiding a jet of black poison that suddenly erupted from Jiaozi's mouth. This poison emitted a pungent and unpleasant odor and was extremely corrosive. If it came into contact with the skin, the consequences would be disastrous.

At this moment, the Qiluan Sword tightly grasped in Jiang Qingwu's hand seemed to be in tune with her thoughts, and it keenly sensed that its master was in danger.

Instantly, the phoenix inscriptions carved into the sword's blade shone with dazzling light, glittering like the bright stars in the night sky. Then, accompanied by a clear, high-pitched cry that resounded through the heavens, the Qiluan Sword seemed to be imbued with life, moving with incredible agility.

Jiang Qingwu swung his arm, and the Qiluan Sword slashed out, sending a stream of unparalleled sword energy whistling out with the force of thunder. This sword energy sliced ​​through the sky, tearing the air apart wherever it passed, emitting a sharp and piercing sound.

What was even more astonishing was that when the sword energy swept across, the surrounding space and time seemed to be paused, and there was a very brief stagnation phenomenon.

Taking advantage of this fleeting and precious opportunity, Jiang Qingwu was finally able to clearly see the Taotie pattern carved on the top of the scepter in Ling Yuanpei's hand, which symbolized supreme power.

The hideous, ferocious Taotie pattern came to life, its fangs bared and claws swaying. Its bloody maw flickered with an eerie red light as it greedily devoured the dancing starlight. The once beautiful and mysterious starlight, upon contact with the Taotie pattern, vanished like moths to a flame, leaving no trace.

The pure starlight that should have nourished all things in the world has now become the perfect nutrient for the demonic energy to grow and develop continuously!

"Ten thousand demons devour my heart!" Along with this deafening roar, Jiang Qingwu's face was solemn and he once again used all his strength to mobilize the spiritual power in his body that was as vast as the ocean, and continuously poured it into the Qiluan Sword held tightly in his hand.

In an instant, a dazzling sword light suddenly lit up like a rainbow piercing the sun, and with unparalleled momentum, it rushed straight towards the raging and ferocious Taotie pattern in front.

At the same time, Ling Yuanpei, standing across from him, wasn't to be outdone. He let out a thunderous roar, accompanied by a strong, pungent, fishy wind that swept towards Jiang Qingwu. At that moment, Ling Yuanpei swung the jet-black, mysteriously radiant jade scepter in his hand fiercely, piercing it into the ground.

With a resounding "boom," the ground instantly cracked and nine gleaming black iron chains burst forth from the earth like dragons emerging from the sea. Tethered to the end of each chain was the remnant spirit of a hideous, ferocious beast. As soon as these spirits appeared, they emanated a chilling, terrifying aura that instantly withered and withered all vegetation within a hundred miles, as if drained of all life.

Jiang Qingwu was shocked upon seeing this, her beautiful eyes widened and her pupils contracted rapidly. She was shocked to discover that hanging from the neck of the beast Taowu was half a broken jade pendant.

She was very familiar with this jade bead - it was the one worn by Elder Xuanming, who was in charge of guarding the westernmost land eight thousand years ago.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingwu was so angry that she was shaking all over. She gritted her teeth and shouted angrily: "How dare you be so cruel and refine the guardian into an array spirit! It is simply outrageous!" After that, she swung the Qiluan Sword in her hand violently. The sharp sword edge rubbed violently against the hard blue bricks, emitting a series of dazzling sparks.

However, at this moment, a strange scene occurred. The sword-wielding shadow behind Jiang Qingwu suddenly turned a bright, glaring blood red, as if stained with blood.

It turned out that these sword-wielding phantoms were the product of the endless bloodlust accumulated by Jiang Qingwu over countless reincarnations in the Dongxu Realm. Each phantom's eyes clearly reflected tragic scenes from different time and space—mountains of corpses, battlefields flowing like rivers of blood, and boundless seas of blood...

Ling Yuanpei sullenly wiped the demonic blood from his lips. The Nether Pearl atop his scepter shone with an eerie, dazzling purple light, as if evoking a veil of endless evil and mystery. "The law of the jungle is the eternal law of the world!" His voice was cold and ruthless, as if emanating from the depths of hell. "If you hadn't felt pity and released the possessed Xuanming, how could he have become my loyal accomplice today?"

Before he finished speaking, the beautifully carved Taotie pattern on the scepter suddenly came to life, instantly separated from the scepter, and transformed into a huge, ferocious-looking physical beast. It opened its bloody mouth and roared as it pounced on the sword formation composed of countless swords.

At the same time, Jiang Qingwu's figure was as light as a swallow. With a light tap of her toes, she floated upstream along the Jian River. The golden lotus in her hair suddenly blossomed at this moment, emitting a holy and gentle light.

At this moment, the ground of Guixu Terrace suddenly began to shine with dense runes. These runes intertwined with each other to form a complex and ancient pattern - it turned out to be a sacrificial array carefully drawn with the ashes of the dead in battles throughout the ages!

"The Big Dipper at midnight, the Canglong Gate at 3 a.m...." As Jiang Qingwu stepped forward step by step, the sword intent she released kept changing, and each step was wrapped in the brilliant starlight of a different time.

When the remnant soul of Qiongqi swept over, waving its extremely sharp bone wings, the Changgeng star fell from the sky at the hour of You and landed accurately on the tip of Jiang Qingwu's sword.

In an instant, the originally weak starlight suddenly surged, like a golden lightning streaking through the night sky, piercing straight towards the fierce beast's brow. With a crisp sound, the starlight actually pierced a golden crack in the middle of Qiongqi's brow, leaving people stunned.

However, at this critical moment, the silver dragon transformed from candlelight suddenly smashed a stone pillar in the southeast corner with the force of thunder.

Accompanied by waves of earth-shaking dragon roars, mixed with a hint of unconcealable fear and anger: "Oh no! He's using the Guixu Platform to reverse yin and yang! Qingwu, look at that array!"

Jiang Qingwu's eyes were sharp as she swung her sword with impenetrable force, each strike accurately severing the black demonic energy that tried to wrap around her ankles. However, just as she cut off a wave of demonic energy, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the pulsating lifeblood essence in the "Kan" position of the bronze array.

The blood bead seemed to have life, trembling constantly. Even more shocking was that within it was half a heart that was still beating faintly! This discovery was like a thunderbolt that struck Jiang Qingwu's mind, instantly exploding her long-buried memories.

In an instant, images of the past flashed through her mind, finally settling on the faintly visible Heavenly Dao inscription hidden deep within the blood bead. As these inscriptions gradually became clearer, the fog that had shrouded her heart for three hundred years finally dissipated at that moment.

"So... you are the incarnation of Heaven..." Jiang Qingwu murmured to himself, his voice full of disbelief and deep shock.

At the same time, the Qiluan Sword in her hand seemed to feel the strong emotional fluctuations in its owner's heart. The sword body trembled slightly and emitted a low, mournful sound.

Immediately afterwards, the originally exquisite phoenix patterns on the sword began to ooze out bright red blood beads, which slid down the sword like tears of blood.

Faced with such a bizarre scene, Jiang Qingwu remained unfazed. She gritted her teeth, resolutely discarded the Qiluan Sword, and quickly formed a complex and mysterious hand seal. As the seal was completed, the golden lotus on her forehead suddenly blossomed, revealing a lotus platform composed of eighty-one petals.

Within this lotus platform, a scene slowly emerged—a scene of Ling Yuanpei waking up in a vast sea of ​​emptiness. At this moment, a faint golden chain of laws flowed throughout Ling Yuanpei's body, emitting a powerful and heart-pounding aura.

Under his feet, a small world was on the verge of collapse. Countless mountains and rivers collapsed and flowed backwards. The doomsday-like scene was chilling.

However, at this moment, the grand and majestic will of the Heavenly Dao resounded in Ling Yuanpei's sea of ​​consciousness like a huge bell: "You are my incarnation, you should adhere to the ruthless way and eliminate the redundant creatures in the three thousand worlds." This will was cold and cruel, leaving Ling Yuanpei no room for choice.

However, just as Ling Yuanpei was about to follow the will of Heaven and destroy this impending world, his eyes were suddenly drawn to a scene. Beneath the ruins, he saw an ordinary mother tightly protecting her baby with her body, her eyes filled with endless love and care for her child.

Seeing this scene, Ling Yuanpei felt as if something had touched the softest part of his heart. The devastating lightning that had been gathered at his fingertips, powerful enough to destroy the world, suddenly lost control, deviated from its intended trajectory, and roared to the side...

"You once said that Heaven's Way shouldn't be cold arithmetic." Jiang Qingwu's cold voice rang out. Suddenly, the golden lotus beneath her feet shone brightly, rapidly expanding and wrapping itself tightly around Taotie's love thread like a spirit snake. At the same time, countless images emerged from that thread, as if projected.

Some of these scenes showed Ling Yuanpei secretly modifying the intensity of the heavenly tribulation. What should have been a catastrophic catastrophe was rendered much milder by his manipulations. Others showed him, across the vast star map, carefully keeping alive a glimmer of hope for small worlds on the brink of extinction. Even more striking was the horrifying bloodstains left behind by the severe punishment he inflicted on mortals for secretly harboring their prayers.

At this moment, Ling Yuanpei, who had been silent until then, suddenly went berserk, unleashing a beast-like roar. The tiny cracks on the scepter he gripped suddenly shattered, emitting a dense, black demonic energy. In the blink of an eye, this demonic energy condensed into the image of a hideous, savage demon.