Chapter 187: The Masked Man
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Even though Zhuang Chengqian was cold and ruthless, he would be heartbroken over Zhuang Mingqi's death. After all, he and Song Wanxi only had one son.
But he was very clear that under the circumstances of that year, his appearance would not have saved Zhuang Mingqi. He knew what the right choice was, he was just making the right choice.
He was in pain, but he had no regrets.
The only choice he regretted in his life was Song Wanxi's death. The White Bone Divine said that he didn't shed a single tear at the time, and he didn't deny it. But at that moment, tears were useless, and he wouldn't do anything pointless.
"Do you know what I hate most about you"
'Zhuang Chengqian' faced the two balls of soul fire, never regarding them as a god, only as an opponent to be defeated: "You always say these emotionally manipulative things without any emotion. You think you understand 'humans', but after being a deity for so long, you have no idea what 'humans' truly are!"
"You think you know me"
He drew his longsword, the hilt adorned with a carving of yearning, from its sheath at his waist. With a casual flick of his wrist, he plunged it deep into the ground.
He was fed up with the sword's constant resistance, so he simply tossed it aside.
But rather than being fed up, he was simply eliminating all distractions, pushing himself to his peak state. To face the White Bone Divine with a positive attitude.
Because he had waited for so long, for nearly two hundred years of destiny, it has finally arrived!
"Great one, do you recall..." He asked the White Bone Venerable God, "What day is today"
What day is it today
In the inner chambers, Jiang Wang frowned deeply. He realized...he seemed to have fallen into Zhuang Chengqian's trap once again.
Summoning the Bone God to break the situation should have been a brilliant stroke of genius. But Zhuang Chengqian seemed to be prepared for this beforehand.
He was not at all afraid of the arrival of the White Bone Venerable.
Even from the tone of his voice, it can be judged that this day on which all this is happening was chosen by him.
This feeling of being constantly watched and judged is very unsettling.
What day is it today
The Bone God listened intently to the question.
This day was not simple.
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It is the third day of the first lunar month, the Dog Day according to the Chinese zodiac. Throughout history, it has been an ominous time.
But the White Bone Venerable God clearly understood that it had a deeper meaning.
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For this day was the day He had set for Zhuang Chengqian's calamity, the day of his end!
The Unsborn Calamity is His most powerful divine technique, involving His primordial power. It's not easily activated.
Beyond birth and death, there is Nirvana.
Even if Zhuang Chengqian of that year was already a master of his time, he would have been helpless against this technique.
He was also very confused and didn't understand why Chuang Chengqian could still be alive.
Until now, Zhuang Chengqian has provided the answer.
He was indeed unable to resist the power of Wu Sheng Jie, or perhaps he had never truly escaped it. His faked death and escape, remaining as a remnant soul during the period of non-existence, were merely delays...
This solar eclipse, which should have happened nearly two hundred years ago, has been delayed until today!
He may no longer be able to delay, or perhaps he dare not give Jiang Wang another year to grow, afraid to gamble on the next year's Tribulation Day.
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But no matter what, this is the day he has chosen.
In other words, the arrival of the White Bone Venerable today was something that Zhuang Chengqian had been prepared for a long time!
So, where is his preparation
Click, click.
Two sounds of bone scraping against bone, a white skull sprang to life.
He no longer waits for power to accumulate to perfection!
either not, or unwilling to, or... dare not.
A ghostly deity, weathered by eons, swayed Zhuang Chengqian's resolve.
But this is not uncommon. Even such a great and powerful underworld deity, has been manipulated by Zhuang Chengqian more than once.
His kingdom of bones, His plan of incarnation, were all more or less affected by Chuang Cheng-ch'an.
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This skull was certainly not the true form of the Bone Venerable Deity, but it was His most powerful avatar available in the mortal realm. It was a precious accumulation from countless years of his past, capable of displaying terrifying power in this world.
To cross boundaries, at great cost, to send this mortal form into this ancient demon's lair.
His desire, of course, was not for revenge.
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Or perhaps He doesn't experience emotions like "anger."
He will truly control the situation and sit in charge of "the robbery"!
The leap was incredibly light, yet possessed a natural grace that seemed to blend seamlessly with the surrounding environment.
To live here, to grow here, to journey here.
This skeleton seems to have been born for this ancient demon cave. This leap was something that should naturally happen here.
Frost glimmers on the bones.
In the midst of harsh and chilling desolation, there exists a sacred hymn of praise.
Let people fear Him, worship Him, and believe in Him!
Even before making a real move, 'Zhuang Chengqian' in this body is now unable to move.
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He resisted with immense willpower, against the ingrained instinct of his flesh to kneel and prostrate itself.
This is just a physical body cultivated by the inner essence of divine powers, completely subdued by divine might.
During its leap, the skeletal hand that looked thin and fragile in flight gently closed together, forming a fist.
Now, "Zhuang Chengqian's" body is completely restrained and lifted up, suspended in mid-air!
Awaiting the deserved divine punishment, embracing the destined death.
The Skeleton Fist was swung out. The moment it was swung, it landed on Zhuang Chengqian's face.
A sharp, brittle crack echoed out.
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'Zhuang Chengqian's' head did not explode as a matter of course.
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Because a palm as pure as jade, at the crucial moment, went around 'Zhuang Chengqian's face and stopped the punch!
Almost at the same moment that the white bone skeleton punched, the blood coffin standing behind 'Zhuang Chengqian' suddenly opened!
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A stunning woman emerges from the midst.
“Zhuang Chengqian” with Song Wanxi’s demonic body and Song Hengjiang’s soul, has forged the blood puppet true demon, now emerging from its coffin.
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The Blood Puppet True Demon and the White Bone Skeleton, ignoring both space and time, collided around 'Zhuang Chengqian's' current physical form!
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At this moment.
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'Chuang Chengqian' was immobilized, suspended in mid-air.
A skeletal figure, leaping forth with a bone-chilling roar, stood face to face with him. Its skull, its empty sockets boring into his very soul, held a fist that was too large and too brittle to completely close, pressing down upon him.
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But that suffocatingly terrifying divine might could advance no further.
A stunning woman pressed against him from behind, her soft body palpable against his.
A pale and smooth jade arm, gentle as it wrapped around his body, palm outward, blocking the face of this body.
The palm was holding a fist made of white bones, the back of his hand pressed against his face.
The touch is icy cold.
Yet, his heart burned within him.
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There is no need for speculation, nor should you feel sad.
Song Wanxi covered her face with her hand and held him in her arms.
Without looking back, Zhuang Chengqian could perfectly picture it. The phoenix eyes and red lips behind him, every subtle detail, every graceful curve, a breathtaking beauty that stole his heart.
She was leaning against him.
She is protecting him.
She seems to have come back, as if she had never left.
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Has she never left
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At this critical juncture of life and death, 'Zhuang Chengqian' slowly closed his eyes.
He felt within himself, a kind of immense softness.
Even if this warmth is fake, even if beneath the veneer of kindness lies a bloody and cruel truth, even if he himself is part of that bloodiness, he still craves to be intoxicated by it.
Even if it's very short.ng.In the room ahead, he lay sprawled on the bed with a wistful expression, as if he could lie there for eternity.When Jiang Wang walked in, he didn't even turn his eyes, only saying with a weak voice...