Chaos Dao Sheng Jue

Chapter 1551 The Last Trump Card

As Lu Chen raised his hand, he channeled the power of the Chaos Dao Fruit within his body into the remaining core of the Nirvana Array.

"boom--"

Nine-colored flames suddenly burst forth from the top of the towering pillar, like nine ancient dragons breaking free from their cages, spiraling and rising, weaving into a light curtain that covered the entire stone platform.

The light curtain was not static, but flowed with a mysterious rhythm. Each flow created visible ripples in the void.

Wherever the ripples passed, the ground patterns that had been tainted by the blood sacrifice began to peel away and crumble, revealing the pure array patterns that had been sealed away for countless years.

Gu Tingyuan's attack was abruptly cut off by the light barrier. He frantically activated the Yang Mirror, causing its blood-red light to surge like a tide, but the moment it touched the nine-colored light barrier, it was like boiling oil being poured onto ice, emitting a piercing "hissing" sound and turning into wisps of foul-smelling black smoke.

"No...impossible!" Gu Tingyuan's voice trembled. "The Nirvana Array collapsed in ancient times, and its core was destroyed long ago! How could you possibly reactivate it!"

Lu Chen did not answer; he was too preoccupied to be distracted at the moment.

The fragments of the Primordial Dao Fruit left by Lao Tzu exploded within his body, and that power was like a flood breaking through a dam, washing over every meridian, every bone, and every wisp of his consciousness.

This was not his own strength, but a temporary "borrowing," like grabbing a vine on the edge of a cliff. Although it can temporarily suspend you in the air and prevent you from falling, the vine could break at any time, and the bottom of the cliff is an abyss.

Therefore, Lu Chen must complete the reversal within three breaths.

In an instant, Lu Chen's consciousness sank into the depths of the Nirvana Array's runes.

Those were countless broken, tangled, and gray-black "causal threads" eroded by time. Each thread once connected to the Primordial Chaos experts who participated in the grand formation in ancient times, carrying their Dao, their power, and their wishes.

At this moment, most of these lines have withered, with only a very few ends still flickering slightly, like candles in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

Lu Chen's consciousness transformed into an invisible hand, grasping one of the still-glowing threads.

At the other end of the line came a faint consciousness—old, weary, yet still resolute:

"The latecomer...you've finally arrived..."

Two breaths.

Gu Tingyuan went completely mad. He bit his ten fingers, and ten streams of blood shot out like arrows into the Yang Mirror. The mirror groaned under the strain, cracks spreading from the edges to the center, while the blood-red light surged more than three times!

In the mirror, the heart of Hades had completely solidified.

thump.

The first heartbeat.

The entire sea of ​​laws suddenly came to a standstill.

The surging bands of light, governed by laws, froze in mid-air, like a still image in an oil painting. The flow of the nine-colored flames slowed, and visible cracks appeared on the light screen.

thump.

The second heartbeat.

Fang Xinyi's giant green tree collapsed with a deafening roar. She spat out a mouthful of blood, her body went limp, and she knelt down, the crescent-shaped mark on her forehead dimming like a flickering candle.

Nezha struggled to his feet from the ruins of the giant green tree. Four of his six arms were broken, the tip of his Fire-Tipped Spear was cracked, and his chest armor was completely shattered, revealing the lotus body beneath, mottled and corroded by death energy.

But he did not retreat. He gripped the fire-tipped spear tightly and stepped in front of Lu Chen and Fang Xinyi.

"Minggu..." Nezha spat out a mouthful of golden blood, grinning to reveal blood-stained teeth, "You son of a bitch... do you know what I hate most in this life?"

Minggu's heart stopped beating. Those dark, emotionless eyes slowly turned towards Nezha.

"I hate you scumbags who think you can control other people's fates the most!"

Nezha roared, using his Fire-Tipped Spear as a javelin, and with the last of his strength, he hurled it fiercely!

The golden fire dragon tore through the solidified space, carrying an indomitable will that had not been extinguished for seventeen hundred years, and pierced straight into the heart of the underworld!

Hades did not dodge. It simply raised a finger and gently touched the tip of the spear.

boom--

The Fire-Tipped Spear exploded into a sky full of fire, and Nezha was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a stone pillar, leaving a shocking trail of blood as he slid down.

"Nezha!" Fang Xinyi struggled to stand up, but fell down again.

Three breaths.

Lu Chen grasped the second, third, fourth... all the causal threads that were still glowing.

At this moment, those ancient remnants that had slumbered for countless eons simultaneously opened their eyes.

There is no language, no form, only a shared entrustment that transcends life and death:

"To those who follow, the road we haven't finished... I entrust it to you..."

Lu Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

Three breaths have passed.

The power of the fragments of the Primordial Dao Fruit began to fade, like the receding tide. His realm plummeted from the Primordial experience, his meridians were torn apart by excruciating pain, and his consciousness felt as if it were being pierced by a thousand needles.

But he didn't give up and persevered.

"Gu Tingyuan," Lu Chen's voice was calm, yet it pierced through the entire Sea of ​​Laws, "Do you know why Yang Jing chose you?"

Gu Tingyuan stared intently at him, without answering.

“It’s not because of your aptitude, your cultivation, or your character,” Lu Chen said, emphasizing each word. “It’s because the Yang Mirror is the Mirror of Life. After being corrupted by the Ancient Netherworld, it has been waiting for someone who is willing to turn back.”

"You're talking nonsense!" Gu Tingyuan hissed. "It chose me because I'm the strongest in the Gu family! Because I'm qualified to control it!"

"Is that so?" Lu Chen said softly, "Then take a look now, is it really willing to be controlled by you?"

Gu Tingyuan lowered his head and looked at the Yang Mirror in his hand.

On the mirror, countless cracks that spread from the edges to the center had somehow converged into a single character.

It is not divine script, nor runes, but words inscribed with the purest laws, whose meaning anyone can understand upon seeing them:

"It hurts." It hurts.

Contaminated by blood sacrifice, forced to become a vessel for the resurrection of the Underworld, forced to harm innocent lives—

It was in pain. Gu Tingyuan was stunned.

He recalled the first time he obtained the Yang Mirror; its surface was warm, like the morning sun in early spring. At that time, although he was ambitious, he still retained some dignity befitting the patriarch of the Gu family.

When did he become like this?

Was it the first time that a living person was used to test the blood sacrifice formation?

Is this the first time that he has tacitly allowed his family members to bully the weak in order to break through his cultivation level?

He didn't remember. But he did remember that every time he used the Yang Mirror to perform a blood sacrifice, the mirror would become a little colder than before.

He thought it was normal wear and tear, but it turned out it wasn't; it was actually crying for help.

For the first time, Gu Tingyuan's hands began to tremble.

"Why...why didn't you resist?" he asked Yang Jing, his voice hoarse. "You are an ancient treasure, you could have broken free from me, your master..."

Yang Jing did not answer. But Lu Chen answered for it.

“Because it has been waiting for you,” Lu Chen said, “waiting for you to remember what you were thinking when you first held it.”

Gu Tingyuan opened his mouth, but he couldn't remember.

Ambition, fear, greed, madness... these emotions have long since eroded his original aspirations beyond recognition. He doesn't even remember that he was once full of vigor in his youth, that he once swore an oath to the stars to protect his family and this world.

He lowered his head and looked at his reflection in the mirror.

With a full head of white hair, a withered face, and cloudy eyes, there was no trace of the dashing young man he once was.

"...So it was me all along." Gu Tingyuan murmured, "So...from the very beginning, it was me who was wrong."