Chapter 439
Chapter 439
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 439
>Chapter Title: Sitting Oblivion Dao
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“It's looking at me? Why is it looking at me?” Li Huowang looked up at the eye within the yin-yang taiji diagram overhead, his heart trembling as he pondered this question.
This question was destined to have no answer. The only thing Li Huowang knew for sure was that he had truly been targeted by this Doumu!
With almost no hesitation, Li Huowang flipped over and lunged toward the surrounding ground, which flowed like liquid.
Even if he ended up buried dozens of feet deep in the soil someday! Li Huowang didn't want to end up like that ghostly eye on the sacred mountain, dragged into this Doumu's body!
Just as half of Li Huowang's body sank into the earth, the next moment, he suddenly felt the entire world flip upside down.
The ground right in front of him was actually the ceiling, while the black-and-white ocean far below was the true ground.
The inverted Li Huowang's body in midair irresistibly plummeted toward the yin-yang Doumu below.
“I'm not willing to accept this!! I was so close to obtaining cultivation techniques! So close to becoming a normal person!!” Li Huowang gritted his teeth and jerked his right hand sharply.
Flesh-colored worms surged rapidly from his abdomen, twisting together into a thick rope that tightly wrapped around a half-collapsed stone wall on the ground.
His body stabilized for the moment, but the situation wasn't much better—the pulling force on him kept growing stronger.
Gradually, transparent threads invisible to ordinary eyes appeared above Li Huowang's head. As the black-and-white ocean churned, the threads on his body were pulled apart somewhat.
Some threads inside were peeled out, while some outside were concealed. Others were woven together.
He had thought they would remain deadlocked like this, but gradually, inexplicable images began surging into Li Huowang's mind.
First came a massive ox head taller than several of him—Li Huowang remembered this as the fear he felt at six years old, the first time he saw a water buffalo.
Next was the terrifyingly tall shop clerk at a pawnshop—this was the scene from when he was fourteen, sent to town to apprentice under a pawnbroker.
Then came a scrawny man bawling his eyes out—that was the pawnshop owner, also his master, who had been tricked by con artists, making a mistake in appraising an item and losing everything.
That was when he lost his livelihood and had to fend for his own food, which was exactly how he came into contact with Sitting Oblivion Dao.
These images started slow at first, but sped up later, flashing through his mind like a rapid slideshow.
Then some blurry memories began to sharpen—very special memories.
Memories about scams, about his experiences learning the supernatural arts of Sitting Oblivion Dao.
“Big Bro Hong Zhong, what are you doing? No way? You're really going all in like this? Playing with Heart Elements? Aren't you afraid you'll get yourself trapped?”
“Hey, Three Yuan's realm is too profound. I really can't comprehend it.”
These increasingly clear memories filled Li Huowang with unprecedented terror. His paling lips began to tremble.
“I'm not Hong Zhong, I'm Li Huowang. I'm not Hong Zhong. I'm Li Huowang.”
But such feeble repetition could hypnotize no one. If a person couldn't imagine things they had never known, then what were these extra memories in his head now?!
As the memories in his brain multiplied, his grip on the wall grew weaker and weaker. If everything about Li Huowang was just fabricated by Hong Zhong to deceive himself, then what was the point of struggling so desperately to stay alive?
Zhuge Yuan, noticing something wrong with Li Huowang, furrowed his brow even tighter. His hand reached for his waist and swiftly drew out a slender soft sword.
With resolute determination, he stomped hard on the scroll with both feet, using the momentum to step his left foot on his right.
His white robes flashed past Li Huowang as he charged straight toward the Doumu that blanketed the entire sky with unstoppable momentum.
As he blocked the gaze on Li Huowang, the pulling force on Li Huowang vanished instantly, sending him crashing heavily onto the wall.
The flashing images in his mind disappeared, but those past memories grew ever more vivid, as if they had truly happened.
“No no no no!” Trembling, Li Huowang touched his face. His features, flesh, and bones shifted rapidly, ultimately transforming into Hong Zhong's appearance.
This was no longer Li Age forcibly propping it up with tentacles—it was his instinctive action, as natural as eating or drinking.
And as Li Huowang thought about it, his face kept changing: Gouwa, Lv Zhuangyuan, Gao Zhijian, Bai Lingmiao, Zhao Wu, Chun Xiaoman.
One face after another appeared and vanished on his face, making his memory of that original face grow increasingly blurry.
“Sever!” A thunderous roar exploded, snapping Li Huowang's head up. As Zhuge Yuan's soft sword shattered into fragments, a sword beam shot swiftly toward the aerial Doumu.
Yet before the massive arc of light, the Doumu loomed like the firmament itself, merely rippling faintly.
When that eye shifted back toward Li Huowang, Zhuge Yuan flipped backward in midair, steadily blocking in front of him once more.
Facing the Doumu that covered the heavens, Zhuge Yuan showed no fear. Left hand behind his back, he gripped his cracked judge's brush tightly in his right, pointing straight at the Doumu's solitary eye in the sky.
“Brother Li! You go first! I'll hold it off! Don't worry, the other Sovereigns of Fate are watching too. It can't descend!! You'll be safe once you're out of the capital!”
Li Huowang, wearing a stranger's face, gazed complexly at Zhuge Yuan's upright back.
“That's a Sovereign of Fate, Brother Zhuge. Why go so far for me?”
“True friendship values hearts that know each other! In this life, why so many 'whys'? I want to do it, so I do it!”
With a whoosh, yellowed old almanacs scattered across the sky. Zhuge Yuan hovered in midair, using the ground as his inkstone and the heavens as his paper, rapidly wielding his judge's brush to write.
“Year of Yi Hai, Jia Mao: Day of Earth Marsh Descent! Taboo: Sovereign of Fate Manifests!!”
As soon as the words were spoken, all the old almanacs in the sky exploded into flames with a boom, drifting toward the aerial Doumu like yellow talismans wrapped in fire.
At these words, the entire world brightened slightly. The black-and-white body of the Doumu in the sky began to dim.
Watching everything above, the bewildered Li Huowang clenched his teeth and fists tightly. “Run? Abandon my friend and flee like a coward? Impossible!”
“Don't be stupid. That's the true body of Doumu—how could you possibly fight it? With a rare fool blocking for you, hurry up and escape.” The hallucinatory Sitting Oblivion Dao adherent urged him urgently.
“Bullshit! Who are you fooling!! The dice can only summon Doumu's avatar with the Defying Heaven Incantation! They can't summon the true body!”