Chapter 2778: Reunion
true qi flowed out, the inscription on the inside of Xiao Zhong activated.The golden bell spun rapidly, shooting out and hovering above the Silverwing Mercenary Corps."BOOM! "A giant golden bell-shape...Zhang Ruochin's mental power surged, countless thoughts flowing along the golden streams on both sides. They breathed together, causing space to tremble.
A successful breakthrough to the seventyth level.
At the moment Zhang Ruochin achieved spiritual enlightenment and became a god, he distinctly felt a change in his soul. Although it didn't transform into a divine soul, it was undeniably different from before.
The seems to be able to exist forever, never dying.
Zhang Ruochin secretly guessed that this was because after the spiritual power became a god, his lifespan greatly increased, and he could live for an era, causing this strange feeling.
Next, under the cultivation of powerful mental strength, the holy soul might advance to become a divine soul.
The Inverse God Tablet collided with his palm, fracturing his divine arm, blood gushing out as his body flew backwards.
The power of the Divine King's seal was truly formidable, even in its dimmed state, it remained incredibly powerful. Gai Lin Shenjiang endured the blow and survived, fleeing at an even faster speed.
"You can't escape, Dong Jian!"
The Time Sword Technique appears again.
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It's a guess, after all. Just a guess.
His name, truly and actually disappeared from the . This is a terrifying thing, meaning that he was fated to never become a god. If it wasn't a curse causing this, then there must be someone with immense spiritual power, who gambled against fate and deliberately created this illusion.
Many possibilities exist, and this is a matter of life or death. Zhang Ruochin dare not take any risks lightly.
What if I guess wrong, it's death.
Zhang Ruochin addressed the seawater, "There's another possibility. Perhaps the Abyss of Darkness or an ancient ruined city has blocked the curse, much like it blocks divine awareness, preventing any Divine Tribulation from descending. It's hard to say for sure. Maybe once I leave the Abyss of Darkness, the Divine Tribulation will immediately strike and kill me."
"The ancient ruins are indeed extraordinary, perhaps… there is such a possibility." Haishui mused to himself.
Zhang Ruochin said, “Since you have heard of the Zhǎndào Curse, you should know that this curse was cast by Yinxue Tian in the past, and it is a curse aimed at the descendants of the Great Bodhisattva Fudō Myō-ō. Why, when we were in the stone temple, did you deliberately ask me if I knew about the Great Bodhisattva Fudō Myō-ō And why deliberately mock me with your words”
Behind me, I sense no one pursuing.
Therefore, speaking up to this point, Zhang Ruochin stopped his steps and poured the seawater onto the ground.
The exquisite face, which was completely emotionless like jade, finally rippled. She clasped her hands together and apologized: "I'm sorry, Brother Ruochin. In fact, Hai Shui had known long ago that you were the descendant of the immovable Ming Wang Bodhisattva. But because I felt injustice for Yin Xue Tian, I vented my resentment onto you, which is why I said those things. Hai Shui has a cloudy heart and impure roots, she's not a true Buddha."
Zhang Ruochin was deeply moved by her calmness. Coupled with the fact that she had risked her life earlier, using the self-sacrificing technique, it truly touched him.
The doubt that arose in my heart rose and fell again.
The seawater had caused her severe injuries. If she hadn't been holding the Buddha's relic at that time, it was very likely that she would have died under the psychic attack of Master Yu Tian. At this moment, her delicate body trembled slightly, her expression bitter and apologetic, like a lonely orchid in the rain, pitifully touching people's hearts.
Zhang Ruochen finally relented, softening his voice and saying, "Give me your hand."
The seawater had a pair of large eyes, filled with tears and a hint of confusion, as it extended its hand.
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Zhang Ruochin held a Buddha relic in one hand and grasped her hand with the other. He activated the power of the Buddha relic and channeled it into her body, helping her heal her wounds.
It was at that moment, a voice rang down from above, "Humph! The Wind God Swordmaster's reputation for elegance is truly well-deserved."
Something is not far away.
About twenty paces above the golden stream, there is a precipice.A woman in white stands in the lotus of seventy-two grades, with a Buddha halo suspended behind her. Her whole body is flowing with auspicious light, full of sacred and dignified charm.