nycdaug Chapter 108 Destruction and Rebirth
Chapter 108 Destruction and Rebirth
Ye Jingchen opened his eyes and saw:
The world was covered in ice and snow, with snow-capped peaks stretching out in a vast expanse of white.
A white dragon stood atop the mountain peak, with a pair of ivory horns pointing skyward, eyes gleaming with azure light, a long neck, and a pair of retracted king-like bone wings on its back. Its body was covered in platinum scales, and its figure was graceful and agile.
Perhaps to give Ye Jingchen a visual and emotional shock, she placed him at the foot of the mountain, so that he could only look up at her dragon body.
"I'm giving you one last chance!" Ye Jingchen looked calmly at the White King. "You must swear on your soul that you will submit to me and serve me in exchange for a chance to live."
Ye Jingchen was met with a dragon's roar as she raised her dragon claw and slammed it down on the mountaintop!
"Word Spirit: Cang Lei Dominates!"
In an instant, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and thunder roared! Dozens of blue lightning bolts, like long spears, shot straight toward Ye Jingchen, determined to pierce him and embed him in the earth.
"Word of Power: Black Flame Prison!"
A cross engulfed in black flames appeared behind Ye Jingchen. The black flames spread throughout the space around him, forming a cube-shaped cage that trapped him.
"Word of Power: Bloodline Connection!"
Countless white threads stretched from the direction of the White King toward Ye Jingchen. The threads seemed to be covered with blood vessels, and a scarlet liquid rushed along the threads from behind, dyeing them white.
Facing the blue lightning rushing towards his face, Ye Jingchen casually waved his hand!
Boom!
A mirror with ancient inscriptions engraved on its frame was placed in front of him, blocking the blue lightning and reflecting it back!
The White King looked at the rebellious blue lightning that bounced back towards his dragon body, and his eyes were slightly shocked!
She casually swung her dragon claw to annihilate the blue lightning, then squinted at the mirror in front of Ye Jingchen.
"This is the Kunlun Mirror." Ye Jingchen looked at the familiar mirror and reached out to stroke the Tai Chi relief on the back of the mirror. This was his ultimate imperial weapon in the world of cultivation, and also one of the ten divine artifacts.
Ye Jingchen extended his right hand and made a grasping motion towards his left, "Conqueror - Thunderfire Spear".
A spearhead burning with an inextinguishable dark flame, wrapped around a long spear, appeared in Ye Jingchen's hand. This was the weapon Ye Jingchen used when he led the Cross Expeditionary Force in the interstellar civilization world to attack ten dimensional universes with the power of one universe.
He gripped the Thunderfire Spear and lashed it at the cross behind him, shattering it instantly. Then he hurled the spearhead at the dark clouds in the sky!
The invincible spear pierced through the White King's black flame cage!
Shred all the white bloodline threads that come at you!
It dispersed the dark clouds controlled by the power of the Word of Power, Cang Lei!
Seeing that all three of his summoned words had been destroyed, the White King felt a sense of unease, but he quickly calmed himself down.
"As long as it's not like Nidhogg the Black King who can directly cancel incantations, there shouldn't be a big problem. The fact that the two sides can exchange blows means that their strength is still at the same level!"
She once again began chanting the ancient and profound dragon language:
"Word of Power: Judgment!"
"Word of Power: Black Sun!"
"Yanling·Kingdom!"
"Word magic..."
Faced with the White King's overwhelming barrage of verbal attacks, Ye Jingchen smiled faintly.
He removed Nidhogg's helmet and extended his hand to the White King in invitation, "Didn't you want to peer into my mind? Come on!"
"Arrogant!" The White King arrogantly surged into Ye Jingchen's mental domain. In the mental domain, she was second only to Nidhogg.
The White King peered into Ye Jingchen's mind, watching the memories flash by like film reels before her eyes!
She saw:
A swarm of zombies and monsters, like ants.
Starships that blot out the sky
A powerful cultivator who could cleave the heavens with a single sword...
Sensing something amiss, her consciousness swiftly withdrew from Ye Jingchen's mental memories like lightning!
She exclaimed in astonishment, "Who are you? How could such a being exist in this world!"
"I am just an ordinary time traveler."
Ye Jingchen remained unmoved, radiating a faint Daoist aura. His attire constantly shifted, illustrating the ever-changing nature of the I Ching.
His expression remained indifferent and lonely, as if all powerful individuals who had reached their peak would eventually show such an expression.
He is changing.
Sometimes he appears as a peerless swordsman, his eyes draped in black satin, wearing a black trench coat, carrying a sharp sword, standing before the endless abyss of the city's fissures.
Sometimes he appears as a fighting god with short white hair, wearing heavy armor, holding a long spear, traversing the void of the universe, and crushing stars with one hand.
Sometimes he appears as a celestial emperor with long hair, a jade crown, and a golden robe, sitting regally on a throne with nine dragons holding the sun.
It's still changing...
Bai Wang was momentarily dazed. She had a vague premonition that she had miscalculated. Perhaps it would have been a better choice not to bring Ye Jingchen into the spiritual world.
This ominous premonition was just like the one she had thousands of years ago, on the night before the day of betrayal, before Nidhogg, the Black King, launched his rebellion.
She is the high priestess of the dragon clan, and her premonitions are always very accurate; she has already touched the threshold of "foresight".
learn from mistakes.
“I know I was wrong,” she said, lowering her usually proud head in resentment, a shadow flickering in her azure dragon eyes. “I am willing to submit to you, swearing by my soul!”
She didn't kneel down; in her past life, she had only ever knelt before the Black King.
"Too late!" Ye Jingchen shook his head calmly. "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones!"
To Ye Jingchen's left appeared a version of himself dressed in a black robe, and to his right appeared a version of himself dressed in a white robe.
“You don’t know you’re wrong,” the three Ye Jingchens said in unison, their voices, almost like electronic music, echoing in Bai Wang’s mental world, “but you know you’re going to die.”
As the words fell.
Above the White King's head appeared a Five Elements Plate, with five bird-script characters representing metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
Beneath the dragon's body appeared a Bagua (Eight Trigrams) plate, with eight symbols: Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui.
Between the two plates, black and white energy chains formed a chain that trapped the White King, just as the White King had just used the Word of Power: Black Flame Cage to trap Ye Jingchen.
Ye Jingchen aimed one hand at the White King, made a grasping motion in the air, and shouted, "Teleport!"
Whoosh!
The Five Elements and Eight Trigrams double plate imprisoned the White King, bringing him to the feet of the three Ye Jingchens.
Ye Jingchen, clad in black robes, struck the Five Elements Disc with his palm and spoke:
"Water and wood stretch and hide, fire and earth blaze like rocks!"
On the Five Elements Plate, the four bird-script characters for Water, Wood, Fire, and Earth flash in sequence!
Vines sprouted ice cone leaves that twined around the White King's feet, burrowing into his skin. The ice cone leaves, like blades, spiraled in the Fibonacci sequence, spreading out within the dragon's body, cutting through the connective tissue of the dragon's flesh, crushing its organs, and piercing its bones.
Meteorites carrying blazing flames appeared above the White Queen's head and fell one after another, shattering the bone wings on her back and burning her body with flames.
Before the White Queen could recover from her pain, she heard another despairing sound. She raised her dragon head and looked up at the sky.
Then, Ye Jingchen, dressed in white, calmly spoke, his hands forming a hand seal:
"The character 'Zhen' signifies the fall of desolate thunder; the character 'Xun' signifies the rise of fierce winds; the character 'Qian' signifies the end of destiny!"
On the Bagua plate, the three Bagua symbols, Zhen, Xun, and Qian, flashed in sequence!
A crimson bolt of lightning lashed down from the Zhen symbol, piercing the White King's spine.
A colorless gale swiftly slashed out from the Xun symbol, its wind blades mercilessly cutting through the White King's limbs.
The White Queen struggled in agony, the physical pain reminding her of long-buried memories.
After her failed rebellion against Nidhogg the Black King, she was bound to a bronze pillar and sunk to the bottom of the sea, where the Ghastsaw Viper tore at her dragon body.
Before the White King's recollection was over, the jade seal engraved with the character "命" (fate) slowly emerged from the Qian (乾) symbol!
The jade seal pressed its mark against the White King's dragon body, leaving the character "命" (life) on his body before gradually dissipating.
"No!" Bai Wang sensed it; her causal connections were gradually severing from the world!
This means she will really die, not even leaving behind a dragon egg, and be wiped out of the world!
In her panic, she knelt and groveled before Ye Jingchen, her slender dragon head prostrate on the ground. She looked up at Ye Jingchen in the air and begged for mercy, "Spare me!"
"Combine." Ye Jingchen spoke, and the two Ye Jingchens in black and white robes on his left and right returned to his body.
Ye Jingchen bit his finger and wiped it in front of him, "Asura Blood Sword".
A blood-red greatsword appeared above the White King!
"You probably said those words of pleading to Nidhogg as well, right?" Ye Jingchen lowered his head and looked coldly at the white dragon.
Upon hearing this, the White King fell silent. The icy vines burrowed into her heart, blooming and tearing through the walls of her left and right ventricles. She murmured to herself.
"Sword falls." Ye Jingchen raised his hand and waved it downwards.
A blood-red greatsword descended from the sky, making the White King's dragon body appear incredibly small.
The blood-red greatsword landed, and the White King instantly burst open beneath the blade like a tomato, spraying out bright red tomato juice.
The White King's consciousness was completely erased.
The entire world could no longer withstand the crimson greatsword and began to fall apart.
The sky began to shatter like a mirror, the snow began to crack, and an avalanche descended.
Ye Jingchen closed his eyes and left the mental world.
As if sunlight were breaking through the clouds, countless ghastly white beams of light descended from the sky!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...
Ye Jingchen opened his eyes. The white monarch's young dragon form was still holding the Heavenly Cloud, staring blankly at him.
Ye Jingchen patted the body's face with the Nameless Strike, but found that the White Monarch did not move.
Ye Jingchen turned his head repeatedly to look at Erii, who was drooping her eyelids in the corner.
He ran up to Erii, squatted down, reached out and touched the few bulging black veins on Erii's face, and smiled at her.
Erii had seen this scene before. The last time, Genji looked at Ye Jingchen in the same way, and was then dealt with.
Erii forced her right eye open, while her left eye continued to struggle, and smiled, "Ye-kun, you win."
"Hmm." Ye Jingchen picked up Erii and carried the blood exchanger in one hand, walking towards the White Monarch.
Ye Jingchen inserted the brand-new IV needles into the veins of Erii and White Monarch respectively.
The blood exchanger started operating.
As the blood of the White Monarch flowed into Erii's body, the golden eyes with gold edges and blue eyes began to gradually disappear from her eye sockets.
Erii's dark, poisonous blood flowed into the White Monarch's body, and the black veins that had appeared on her face began to fade.
Using blood as a medium, the white power begins to be transferred.
In the quiet red well, only the dripping water and the hum of the blood exchanger could be heard.
Buzzing, buzzing, the blood exchanger finally stopped working.
All blood exchange is complete.
Ye Jingchen looked down at Erii in his arms. The scales on her face had disappeared, and her face was fair, smooth, and delicate, as if you could squeeze water out of it.
"Ye-kun... I'm still so sleepy." Erii forced her eyes open, and white cocoon-like threads appeared, beginning to wrap around her.
"You can sleep now, sweet dreams. I'll stay by your side and wait for you to wake up." Ye Jingchen kissed Erii's forehead.
"Yes, I want to see you first." Erii raised her right hand and extended her pinky finger. "Pinky promise."
“Okay, pinky promise.” Ye Jingchen hooked his little finger around hers.
Erii smiled, serene as a dream.
White cocoon silk enveloped her, connecting with the previous cocoon silk, and spread outwards.
Tap, tap, tap—the sound of shoes stepping on water.
Ye Jingchen walked up to Herzog, who now looked even older than before.
The skin is covered with age spots, excessively loose, and wrinkles piled up on the bones.
Black, menacing veins covered his entire body.
The toxins were eroding his already dwindling vitality due to his advanced age.
He trembled all over, like a stick insect shivering in the dead of winter, stiffly raising his head to look up at Ye Jingchen.
The White Monarch's consciousness has been erased; the consciousness now residing in this body is Herzog.
Herzog looked past Ye Jingchen at the brand-new cocoon. "You gave her the power of the White Monarch! You actually gave it to her! Why didn't you want it yourself?"
Ye Jingchen squatted down and looked into Herzog's dark, dull eyes. "Actually, you were used."
Dabonlev and his ilk, those people behind the scenes, just need you, this poor wretch, to be their experiment.
Let's see if the path of humans stealing the king's authority is truly viable.
Your meticulous calculations are all within their grasp.
Herzog was incredibly intelligent; he instantly guessed the gist of it: "They don't even covet the authority of the White Sovereign, so their target is the authority of the Black Sovereign!"
“A clever child, carrying a fragile lantern,” Ye Jingchen reached out and grabbed Herzog’s gray hair, “You guessed right!”
The hard fist struck Herzog's face as if kneading dough.
Ye Jingchen pressed Herzog's head down and rubbed it against the ground.
They pushed his face into the water, which choked Herzog, causing him to cough violently and pound the ground with his dragon claws.
Hearing the sound of claws scratching the ground, Ye Jingchen looked over. He grabbed Herzog's wrist and looked at the lizard-like, long fingernails.
He reached out, pinched the fingernail of one of his index fingers, and pulled hard. The fingernail, along with some flesh and white connective tissue, was pulled out together.
"Ah!" Herzog let out a bloodcurdling scream as he helplessly thrashed at Ye Jingchen's hand, which felt like a steel vise. "It hurts! Stop torturing me!"
"Torture?" Ye Jingchen coldly stared at Herzog's ugly face, then reached out and pinched his middle fingernail. "What is one thousand minus seven?"
Herzog was still in shock.
Ye Jingchen pulled hard.
"what!"
What is 993 minus 7?
"Nine hundred...eighty..."
"Calculate it quickly!" he shouted.
"what!!!"