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Thunder rumbled ominously in the sky, more terrifying than before, shaking the ground like a war drum, causing it to tremble violently. I could clearly see stones the size of fists bouncing off the ground.
Furball's face turned pale once again; he bit down hard on his lip, perhaps too forcefully, as he had drawn blood. Yet his gaze remained stubborn, his hands continuing to form that strange seal.
The seal truly seemed to contain some kind of forbidden principle, a law that the Dao did not permit!
With a decisive gesture, I felt the atmosphere within the leaden clouds grow even more menacing, as if the earth itself had been provoked by Zhou Jing's seals. The thunderous roar from the clouds sounded like a mountain's call or a tsunami, akin to a bull enraged by a red cloth, brewing a terrifying strike of thunder!
Finally, the second wave of thunder crashed down.
This wave was even more astonishing, as thick as a barrel and more robust than before. It felt almost tangible; in an instant, the ground was illuminated by a blinding silver light that stung my eyes and brought tears to them.
Yet I did not close my eyes; I strained to keep them open.
I wanted to witness it all: to see the Dao Alliance turn to ash, to watch this place that filled me with rage become a wasteland, to see those masters reduced to nothing but charred remains amidst the rolling thunder!
The ground cracked as the thunder struck. In that moment, all Master-Level Experts controlling the Shangqing Demon Suppression Formation were instantly struck down, turning into cinders.
They could not withstand this second punishment!
As the lightning descended, their defensive barrier—sustained by their Daoist Spiritual Energy—shattered in an instant. Even the whirlpool within the Shangqing Demon Suppression Formation was obliterated by the lightning; nothing remained!
Today, the Sun and Moon Alliance was utterly dismantled!
The Shangqing Demon Suppression Formation, painstakingly arranged by Dao Ancestor Zhang Daoling years ago, was destroyed in this second punishment. The Ninefold Punishment truly lived up to its reputation as the strongest punishment—almost unstoppable!
In the arena, only the Leader survived. He was forced to burn his own life force, unleashing a terrifying power. With Daoist Spiritual Energy, he raised a massive shield above his head. After the second punishment, that shield shattered completely. His Daoist Robe was nearly charred, electricity coursed through his body, and his skin was torn and bleeding. Though he had not died, he was left with barely a breath. He collapsed to his knees, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, blood seeping from all seven orifices. It was clear he could not survive; he laughed maniacally, "Hahaha! All calculations come to nothing! Nothing at all! Hahahaha!"
At that moment, the Shangqing Demon Suppression Formation had crumbled to dust. My ability to move had returned, but my life force was drained, making my movements sluggish. However, at this point, I had long since cast aside thoughts of life and death; in my eyes, there was no Leader, no Dao Alliance.
Hatred seemed to have been forgotten. All that remained in my gaze was Furball. His frail body flickered like a candle in the wind, as if it could extinguish at any moment. His dirty, pale smile tugged at my heartstrings painfully.
My legs were weak as I crawled toward him. I had never been good at expressing my feelings and had never shared intimate words with Zhou Jing. Yet at this moment, I could no longer contain the torrent of sorrow and pity within me. I pulled Zhou Jing into my embrace and realized just how powerless he was—he was almost entirely at my mercy. Overwhelmed by emotion, I burst into tears.
I didn’t understand why I, as an adult, could cry so wretchedly. It felt as if my heart was consumed by bitterness until it became numb; I couldn’t control my emotions at all.
I knew I had broken down.
My brothers were dead or missing; even Furball had become my companion on this lonely journey.
In that moment, I felt an unprecedented loneliness. Holding Zhou Jing while crying felt like a way to vent my grief and rage against fate.
I didn’t understand why all of this had fallen upon me. From the beginning to the end, all I wanted was to live—to help those dear to me survive!
But this world refused to let me live!
No, it allowed me to live—but what was the point? Everyone I loved had fallen for me; I couldn’t face their bones. I didn’t even know who I would protect for the rest of my life!
A person must have motivation to live, right?
Yet it felt as though I had lost that motivation entirely.
Suddenly, Furball stirred in my arms, then he lifted his head and began to wipe my face with his small hands, trying to erase the tears. His big, dark eyes filled with panic as he quickly said, "Brother, don't cry."
Then, he grabbed my hair, his lips trembling lightly as he added, "Brother, your hair has turned white."
Those two sentences struck deep into my sorrow, and tears flowed like a river.
Crying is a label of weakness for a man. I don't know when this mark was first placed on men, but a coward is a coward. At this moment, all I could do was wail.
Fate, in the end, you damn well won! You crushed me.
"Brother, what is meant to happen will happen. Just face it calmly. The Emperor told me that our deaths are not an end but a beginning."
Furball's hands kept rubbing my face; at that moment, he seemed more like an older brother while I was just a pitiful worm weeping uncontrollably. Now, I was crying in his embrace while he continuously comforted me.
"Brother!"
Suddenly, Furball summoned strength from who knows where and grabbed my collar, lifting me up. His serious gaze locked onto mine; those dark eyes were filled with gravity and somehow gave me the strength to calm down. Then he spoke slowly and deliberately: "Brother, do you believe in me? If you believe in me, then lift your spirits! I'm really afraid you'll fall into despair, so now I can only tell you this once!
Our deaths in this world are not an end but a beginning! Where this beginning is, I don’t know. But the Emperor said they have been fighting all along, enduring the most brutal battles. They need reinforcements; the Emperor hopes you can fight alongside him in the future!
Now, my fading is not the end; I will wait for you in the future!!
Brother, you must hold on and get through your loneliest days. I will be waiting for you in the Emperor's world!"
Boom!
As Furball's words faded, the leaden clouds in the sky brightened once more, brewing an even more terrifying power within them.
At that moment, I was completely stunned, shaken by Furball's revelation!
For people like us, death is not the end, but a beginning!
Is my master's world the one that cultivators must go to after they die?
I was frozen in place; Furball's tone and demeanor told me he was not lying.
He understood me, knowing how I would lie, and I understood him, recognizing that he would always clasp his hands behind his back when he was being dishonest!
So, that world truly exists. My father and grandfather are there too?
My master returned from that world?
My mind was a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts.
At this moment, Furball raised his head and quietly gazed at the sky. "Triple Thunder Calamity is here; once it arrives, everything will come to an end."
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