sbdcsierra Chapter 1825 Anchored by the Mortal World
Chapter 1825 Anchored by the Mortal World
A dark sea of the heart, fallen companions, departing betrayers...
All the scenes were like shattered mirrors, thrown into a fiery furnace, and reforged.
Chen Wanli felt as if his body was floating on clouds, his feet were unsteady, and the scene before his eyes suddenly changed.
The strange phenomenon seen in the Blood Lake has reappeared.
That shattered void where laws collapsed and stars fell.
But this time, the images are clearer, and the details are more brutal.
That figure, exactly like himself but even more ancient and majestic, was being pierced through by endless chains of clear light!
The source of that clear light came from a being who sat high on the throne of shattered laws, with a blurred face but exuding an aura of supreme indifference—the Void Emperor!
He saw the ancient longsword in "his" hand break into pieces, and the warm flame shrank and dimmed under the erosion of the clear light.
He saw "himself" turn around, his gaze seemingly piercing through eternity, casting a deep glance at Chen Wanli, who was "watching" at this moment.
In those eyes, there was an overwhelming fighting spirit, an unwilling anger, a longing for all living beings, and even a... inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Then came destruction.
His figure disintegrated, the flames died down, and endless sorrow and despair overwhelmed Chen Wanli like a tidal wave.
At the same time, a malicious murmur resounded in the deepest part of his mind, echoing and amplifying continuously:
"Look...this is your path ahead...a continuation of failure..."
It's destined to repeat itself... All your struggles will be in vain...
Lay down your weapons and stop your futile struggle!
Chen Wanli felt as if hundreds of steel rods had been inserted into his brain in that instant, causing him excruciating pain.
It was like a murmur, as if uttering the most vicious "curse" against the soul, constantly echoing in my ears.
It eroded his will to fight.
My mind wavered, my soul sank into the mire, and I sank deeper and deeper.
who am I?
Where should I go?
Is this all there is to life?
Chen Wanli felt his head buzzing.
Just then, he suddenly saw Shu Yiyan's charming smiling face and cried out in a tingling voice, "You rascal, come back here!"
He raised his head, and blood seeped from his seven orifices.
In the distant, shattered void, Shu Yiyan walked away, and the radiant Tang Yanran emerged. Her eyes were smiling, and her reserved emotions were hidden in those affectionate eyes.
"Ten thousand miles..."
"Anyone who dares to oppose Brother Chen is my enemy, Song Jiaojiao!"
"Master, how about letting Xue Sha serve you?"
You always make me so anxious!
Chen Wanli's eyes gradually cleared, and a touch of warmth gradually emerged from his madness and coldness.
"You scoundrel, I'll fight alongside you against this world!"
Tang Lingyu, exuding heroic spirit and dressed in red, arrogantly raised her chin and slashed at the void with her Fire Serpent Sword.
She seemed to have traveled through time and space, leaping out from the shattered void. That familiar fiery red made Chen Wanli's lips unconsciously curl upwards.
Vibrant faces, like shooting stars streaking across the dark night sky, suddenly crashed into his sea of consciousness, which was about to sink!
The lovely women are still waiting for him to come back!
In the next instant, familiar faces flashed through my mind like a movie!
One by one, all sorts of people who had crossed paths with him, who had given him their trust or challenged him appeared.
The mortal world is a vast and complex place, filled with grudges and affections!
These real experiences and emotional bonds constitute Chen Wanli's unique past and present.
I am who I am!
"What bullshit destiny!"
Amidst the monstrous waves of the illusion, Chen Wanli struggled to maintain the last vestige of clarity in his mind, and a surge of unyielding spirit and unwavering determination from his very core erupted forth.
"To hell with him! I am Chen Wanli!"
Chen Wanli lived in the moment and seized the day!
What do those broken things have to do with Lao Tzu?
What do the successes and failures of others have to do with me?
Whether I, Chen Wanli, succeed or fail in my life, whether I am a celestial being or a mortal, is entirely up to my own heart. It is not for you, you old charlatan, to decide!
The world may be our anchor, but our true selves will endure.
The illusionary force that tried to drag him into the abyss of despair of "destiny's cycle" was actually resisted by his extremely strong will to "be who I am".
It even developed cracks!
"what?"
A voice filled with astonishment and disbelief rang out directly in Chen Wanli's illusory consciousness.
It did not come from the outside, but from the illusion itself, or rather, from the soul-devouring power that manipulated the illusion.
"Who are you? Huh, a mere ant, yet... you can withstand my illusion? No... what did you see?"
“You… smell like ‘them’… Let me see! Let me see what you see!”
The voice was sometimes sharp, sometimes hoarse, filled with madness and paranoia.
Who is it? What is it saying?
Could it be the lingering consciousness of the Myriad Talisman Demon Remains? Such powerful soul force! Chen Wanli felt a peculiar and boundless soul force emanating from all directions of the illusion.
The next instant, the scene of the shattered void battlefield that Chen Wanli "saw" seemed to be forcibly fixed and magnified by an even stronger force.
Especially the last glance of that fallen figure and the indifferent posture of the Void Emperor were presented with unparalleled clarity "before my eyes".
"Aaaaaah! It was you! It was you who destroyed Qingmu Star! Destroyed Xuanfu Sect! Destroyed...destroyed everything!"
You! It's you! You bear their marks! You're a murderer too! A murderer!
The lingering consciousness of the Myriad Talisman Demon Remains, after "seeing" the fragments in Chen Wanli's illusion, was like a powder keg that had been completely ignited.
It let out a hysterical roar, filled with endless resentment and madness!
It was as if it were replaying fragments of Chen Wanli's unique dreamlike memories.
Fragments from the ancient war are intertwined with the hatred that led to the shattering of Qingmu Star and its own demise.
Upon seeing this, Chen Wanli instinctively had a flash of thought, as if he had grasped some loose ends.
Who destroyed Qingmu Star? Was it the Void Emperor and that guy who looked exactly like him?
However, before he could even grasp the thread, terrifying resentment, like a tangible black tide, surged into Chen Wanli's conscious mind from all directions, threatening to completely devour and tear him apart!
Chen Wanli shook off his distracting thoughts, wondering how he could have taken the madman's shouts seriously.
In that instant, clarity surged forth, and my mind became even clearer and calmer than before.
He circulated the Yin and Yang Fires, forming a faint Tai Chi cycle within his sea of consciousness.
Although he was not completely free from the illusion, he had regained full consciousness.
Even though the overwhelming resentment, carrying chaotic soul power, transformed into invisible attacks against his sea of consciousness and spiritual platform.
However, the Tai Chi cycle formed by the Yin and Yang fires successfully resisted it.
Chen Wanli breathed a slight sigh of relief as he "observed" the outburst of this mad and reckless spirit.
"It seems that True Monarch Ye was not lying about the situation of the Myriad Talisman Demon Remains. There are indeed some fragments of memories remaining in this chaotic consciousness."
I wonder if we can extract some useful information?
Based on the current situation, it appears to be only a fragment of consciousness, not its entire soul... If we could gain control of it..."
Chen Wanli's mind raced, but he did not immediately release the Yin-Yang Fire to break the illusion.
He began to try to make extremely careful contact with and guide this insane remnant through his divine consciousness.
Even... it can reverse-devour and analyze fragmented information from their chaotic memories.
Just as Chen Wanli and the remnant spirit of the Wanfu Demon were engaged in a dangerous and bizarre tug-of-war of wills in the illusion of the mind sea, the situation outside, above the mind sea, had already taken a sharp turn for the worse.
After a brief struggle, the last glimmer of light in the eyes of everyone who used the Purifying Talisman, including the Dragon King, was completely extinguished.
Their bodies were covered by a layer of eerie, grayish runes that seemed to writhe and flow like living things, making their movements stiff yet swift.
Its aura was a mixture of its own spiritual power and a cold, resentful soul force.
Soon, the strange runes covering his body seemed to have been glued into his flesh!
It's as if the whole person is wrapped in runes and becomes a "rune person"!
In an instant, the Dragon King completely transformed into his dragon form, and his robes were completely torn apart.
The enormous dragon's body was covered with strange patterns of dark gold and gray runes, exuding a terrifying pressure close to the Void Refinement realm, and it flew into the air.
It raised its head and let out a roar that was not like a dragon's cry.
The empty dragon eyes "looked" at Chen Wanli, the only one still "standing" in the arena, whose eyes were closed and whose body was trembling slightly, and the killing intent was chilling!
The next second, Kuafu Chong, Fang Fengting, and other divine cultivators also gradually transformed into "talisman people" whose bodies were covered with runes.
They leaped out of the "sea," looked around, and then locked their attention on Chen Wanli.
Like sharks that have smelled blood, they slowly surrounded them from all directions, gray runes flashing on their bodies, and an aura of death permeating the air.
Chen Wanli, sensing the changes outside, cursed inwardly, "Is this Ye Zhenjun's plan?"
I wonder where that old devil has gone now?