Chapter 462
Chapter 462
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 462
>Chapter Title: Heaven Beyond Heaven
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When he saw the instant Bai Lingmiao returned to normal, Li Huowang immediately moved the jade lotus away and hurriedly shook her while supporting her.
“Diaomiao! Diaomiao!” The extremely anxious Li Huowang finally breathed a sigh of relief as Bai Lingmiao slowly opened her eyes.
“Senior Brother Li.” At this moment, her pink eyes were filled with grievance and sorrow.
“It’s good that you’re okay. It’s good that you’re okay.” Feeling immensely relieved, Li Huowang pulled her into his arms and gently patted her back.
His gaze gradually shifted upward, looking toward Zhuge Yuan in midair, and silently mouthed a thank you.
If it weren’t for this knowledgeable man spotting the use of this jade lotus, Diaomiao might really have been in trouble.
“Brother Li, no need to stand on ceremony. It was just a small favor. I truly didn’t expect the Twelfth-Grade Merit Jade Lotus to be with you. Back then, I searched for it for so long.”
Li Huowang took a deep breath. His left hand slid under Bai Lingmiao’s knees, his right arm around her waist, and he directly scooped her up in a princess carry, heading out of the secret chamber. The two gods, with the red veil replaced over their head, silently followed behind.
He lowered his head and kissed the fragrant white hair between Bai Lingmiao’s locks, softly persuading her in a low voice.
“I know you’re feeling very upset right now, but things have an order. Let’s get past this deadly heavenly disaster first, then we can talk properly, alright?”
Hearing the constantly beating heart in Li Huowang’s chest, Bai Lingmiao, with her head buried in his embrace, nodded slightly. Compared to before, she was now far too silent.
The tunnel dug by the White Lotus Cult underground wasn’t long. Li Huowang soon burst through the White Lotus grand hall and ascended the stairs out of the Bai family ancestral hall.
The sounds of fighting coming from the direction of the Bai family compound made Li Huowang’s expression sink slightly. Things over there didn’t seem to be finished yet. He quickened his pace to provide aid.
But after rushing just a few steps, Li Huowang’s expression froze, his body stiffening in place. With his acutely sensitive perception, he felt something watching him.
Gradually, Li Huowang’s body began to tremble uncontrollably. He didn’t know why he was trembling, but his body seemed to have a mind of its own, the shaking growing more intense.
“That is...” Li Huowang’s trembling head slowly lifted, looking toward that pitch-black sky.
The blackness peeled back layer by layer like a curtain, revealing the churning Maya Brahma aura beneath, the overlapping supreme wonder that spun the heavenly dao, the yellow path purple that illuminated the vermilion palace.
A drop of cold sweat slid down Li Huowang’s cheek, dripping onto Bai Lingmiao’s hand.
She lifted her head from his embrace and looked at the completely rigid Li Huowang, then followed his gaze upward. Yet she saw nothing.
“Senior Brother Li, what’s wrong?” Unease crept into Bai Lingmiao’s voice.
As she lightly tugged at Li Huowang’s red daoist robe with her hand, his mouth began to open wider and wider.
“Crack.” With a sound, as his jaw dislocated completely, an urgent, shrill crane cry like a scream erupted from deep in his throat.
Once this sound appeared, it spread contagiously, assimilating nearly all surrounding sounds into the same eerie cry.
Under the propagation of this bizarre crane cry, some roots began to extend from Li Huowang’s shadow.
When Bai Lingmiao felt something in the darkness tugging at her shoe, she grew anxious, tears welling in her eyes.
“Senior Brother Li!”
The urgent overlapping crane cries didn’t stop, but Li Huowang heard Bai Lingmiao’s plea for help. He struggled to close his eyes, trying to block the influence from that thing in the sky, but they seemed no longer his own, utterly useless.
Suddenly, the arms holding Bai Lingmiao shot upward. He thrust his index and middle fingers directly into both his eyes, digging fiercely. His two eyeballs were brutally gouged out.
Yet it was useless. The bloodshot eyes still stared fixedly at that thing in the black sky!
Only when Li Huowang clenched his fists and crushed the two eyeballs completely did his agonized scream replace the strange crane cry, and everything gradually returned to normal.
His body went limp from exhaustion, and Li Huowang collapsed to the ground along with Bai Lingmiao in his arms.
The two gods and Bai Lingmiao each supported him from one side, hurriedly helping Li Huowang up.
At this moment, Li Huowang’s jaw was completely dislocated, his mouth agape, gasping for breath in great heaves. Saliva mixed with blood and sweat dripped down continuously.
He looked extremely weak, as if his soul had been drained away.
Seeing Bai Lingmiao about to beat the drum, Li Huowang pressed down on her hand holding the drumstick. He gripped his own jaw and forcefully lifted it back into place.
“Don’t summon the immortals. In this situation, all the evil things are going mad! Those immortals might not obey you and could stick around after coming.”
Bai Lingmiao distressedly touched the two bloody sockets on Li Huowang’s face with her hand, tears in her eyes as she asked:
“Senior Brother Li, what exactly happened to you? Why did you suddenly gouge out your own eyes?”
This question made Li Huowang shudder violently. His mouth began to open uncontrollably again.
He immediately raised his violently trembling hands to cover the bloody sockets on his face, muttering repeatedly to himself:
“Don’t want... don’t want. All sentient beings are afflicted with worries, all worries are suffering. Worries neither arise nor perish, neither defile nor purify, neither increase nor decrease...”
The things he had just seen flickered in and out of Li Huowang’s mind.
After reciting the calming incantation over a hundred times, when Li Huowang tried to lower his hands, he found his palms stuck fast to his face by the blood scabs, unable to be removed.
Steel ing himself, Li Huowang yanked his hands away forcefully. Fresh blood and tears surged once more from his freshly clotted eye sockets.
Li Huowang tilted his head, listening to his surroundings, and endured the pain to say:
“Where am I right now?”
“Master, you’re in the Bai family compound. Hold on a bit, I’ll sprinkle some golden wound medicine into your eyes.”
Hearing Lv Xiucai say this, Li Huowang struggled to his feet, sword in hand, preparing to head outside.
“Master, Master, you’re injured like this, you don’t need to go. Master’s wife, the Fool, and Xiaoman have already killed most of those ghostly things. And if they can’t handle it, there’s still me.”
As soon as Lv Xiucai finished speaking, the others hurriedly came over to urge him. Seeing there was truly no danger, Li Huowang sat back down and pulled out the *Fire Robe Admonitions* to treat his wounds.
Amid the sizzling sound of flames searing flesh, a layer of charred blood scab blocked the flowing blood.
After Lv Zhuangyuan wrapped Li Huowang’s eyes with a roll of gauze, he sat quietly there, ears twitching slightly, listening for any movement outside, contemplating even worse possibilities for the future.
Just then, Li Huowang suddenly felt a warmth on his arm and cheek. He heard intense cheers erupting around him.
“What now?!” Li Huowang gripped his sword hilt and shot to his feet.
“Little Daoist! The sun’s back! Hahaha! Looks like someone elsewhere beat the gong and scared off that sun-eating heavenly dog!!”
(End of chapter)