Chapter 1258 - 962: Su Lu’s Quotations

Chapter 1258: Chapter 962: Su Lu’s Quotations

"People and trees are essentially the same."

The deep voice echoes between heaven and earth, "The more people strive to ascend to heights and light, the more their roots struggle downward, into the ground, into darkness, into depth—"

"—into sin."

In that instant, [Sin] descends!

"’Su Lu’s Quotations’?"

Isaac nearly crushes the screen in his hand, outrage consuming him.

That too, is a precious treasure stolen by the Golden Dawn from the Heavenly Kingdom... no, it should be one of the foundations of Nowhere.

As a ’replica’ of ’Current Circumstances,’ it serves as a pillar for free movement within Hell, and a tool repeatedly used to infiltrate Current Circumstances. It was the prototype created for the early Guide Association, laying the groundwork for the three great seals!

The corresponding Great Secret: Chalatustra!

In other words, its very existence is akin to a miniature Current Circumstances!

At this moment, when Ye Zhi uses the power of Su Lu’s Quotations to leverage the three great seals, the walls of Current Circumstances temporarily crumble— a fleeting small hole is drilled atop the lofty walls, allowing Hell’s power to seep into Current Circumstances!

What makes Isaac even more alert is that this mystic ritual not only temporarily opens Current Circumstances but also points to a presence deep within Hell.

A colossal being...

"What is that?"

He disregards the alarm, adjusts the observation lens of the Summon Dragon Flute to the maximum, and feels countless fleeting images from the Abyss rush into his Soul, burning and tormenting his will.

Eyes wide.

Finally, he catches sight of that monstrous form.

"Launch immediately!"

Isaac roars, but everything is already too late.

As soon as he gives the command, he closes his eyes, the Stigma of Kronos operates, instantly wrapping his Soul, beginning a stealth into the past.

But soon, he actually gets bounced out by a trap hidden in time.

Someone has already erected a high wall in the past.

In that moment, the deepest resonance sounds from Lu BaiYan’s shell, the ink Sea boiling, accompanied by his hoarse roar, countless intangible knives and pens drenched in ink crisscross in the void.

The painting begins.

Towards Hell.

Thus, in the boiling ink Sea, countless sharp branches slowly rise, sketching the outline of a towering giant tree, the resonance from Hell carrying hatred, a sharp baby’s cry echoes between the branches—

At the moment of descending into Current Circumstances, that ravenous will spreads across the entire wasteland, categorizing everything as food.

Eagerly extending towards Huai Shi—

Through the recreation by the Doomsday Painter, the Remaining Evils of the World, once severely wounded in Huai Shi’s hands, begrudgingly descend a Reflection, beginning their own vengeance!

An instant of bewilderment.

Huai Shi finally feels the crisis of death, so close at hand!

Your opponent begins calling allies too?

The world is changing too fast, he is caught completely off guard.

.

.

"Remaining Evils of the World?"

Luo Su pauses his fries in the ketchup.

"Is this your plan, Woodman?" He softly praises, "What a good card—"

Beside Luo Su, the drooling, dozing old man on the sofa suddenly lifts his eyes.

Like waking from a long dream, his cloudy eyes turn blood red, staring intently at the empty seat opposite the table.

Like an aged beast, ready to devour.

But quickly, he becomes dazed again...

The brief moment of clarity ends, he falls back into a dream, only muttering that name, chewing on hatred.

"Long time no see, Marcus, how have you been?"

In the window’s reflection, Woodman sitting in the empty chair smiles: "You seem much gentler than when we parted years ago... do you still recognize me? I am your best friend."

"Best... friend?"

"Yes."

Woodman replies: "We were once like brothers."

"Like, brothers?"

The dazed old man mutters, "Lies."

Woodman’s smile halts momentarily.

"Flattery never comes from a great heart."

In his haze, Marcus murmurs in a dream, "The boat of lies doesn’t sail far... Your heart is empty, your words are mere illusions..."

Luo Su laughs heartily.

"Look, Woodman, the lie hasn’t even been spoken and it’s already seen through, you’re really getting worse, can’t even fool a senile old man.

You’ve bent over backwards to arrange this, and for what?"

"Guess, Luo Su, maybe you should ask that marvelous old conch by your side?"

Woodman retorts coldly, "But I’m more curious about what kind of trump card your sun is hiding? Honestly, I wonder if you regret not being by your successor’s side, at least to offer some end-of-life care."

"You’re overthinking."

Luo Su shakes his head in self-mockery: "I’d definitely be further down the line for end-of-life care, maybe even behind his girlfriend’s sequence.

But, back to the point—"

He pauses, curiously asks, "What makes you think you’re bound to win? Even though, I’m too far to reach..."

On the mobile screen, the unfolding painting abruptly halts.

As if there’s poor signal.

Video stutters.

The growth of the ink Sea ceases abruptly.

Only a small icon appears in the sky, starting to spin...

And at the edge of the wasteland, in the wind and snow, a stone sculpture emerges abruptly.

The Thinker.

The stone sculpture bowing in contemplation seems to have endured centuries, covered in moss and the harshness of time, with drooping stone garments like silk displaying a marvelous texture.

The Creator’s gaze is lowered, as if deep in thought, making the heavens and earth come to a halt.

And when he lifts his eyes, the entire world falls silent.

Countless laws operate within his will, the pathway opened by Su Lu’s Quotations closes in an instant. The power descended by the Remaining Evils of the World suddenly ceases, leaving only a broken outline.

—Creator Sharma!

"Guess what..."

Luo Su’s fries joyfully roll in ketchup, soaking up the sweet and sour: "After you left, I made another call to him... proposing a little suggestion."

Woodman’s smile gradually fades, becoming cold and regretful.

"More impulsive than expected, Sharma..."

"As you said, Woodman, one must always make choices."

A detached and cold voice rings, "Now, you’ve already tossed the coin, I just want an answer, whether it’s in the Heavenly Kingdom or Hell."

So, before the coin falls.

Do not interfere with my observation—

The lonely Creator quietly overlooks.

So cold and indifferent a gaze, weighing the scales between Heavenly Kingdom and Hell.

Waiting for that flipped coin to fall, yielding the true result.

And now, through the sprawling snowstorm, the coin’s two sides remotely face each other—

"Looks like your reading got interrupted?"

Huai Shi seems curious, knowingly asking: "What happened? First time seeing someone failing to gather forces, are you out of form?"

How about... I give you some more time?"

He sincerely suggests: "You can perform again."

Beneath the solidified ink sea, Lu BaiYan slowly raises his head, his face tainted by the ink, finally revealing a hideous expression it should possess.

"Huai Shi, your face..."

He softly murmured, "Is truly an eyesore."

"True coincidence, everyone’s the same."

Huai Shi bows his head with a light sigh: "This is probably the difference in appearance, impossible to remedy, please don’t mind—it’s been ugly all life, why care about these last few minutes?"

Contempt and ridicule, now unabashedly undisguised.

So outspoken.

At that moment, blood threads appeared in Lu BaiYan’s eyes.

The broken reflection of the Remaining Evils of the World roars, countless piercing screams erupt from within the ink sea, the withered branches quickly contract, engulfing the man within.

Deeply, piercing his frame.

Taking root!

Hoarse roars emerge from the countless desiccated branches, the cries of infants and the screams of men overlap, gradually morphing into an even more sinister and piercing sound.

"White serpent babe, why in this hall?"

[Miracle Imprint·Heavenly Question]’s power manifests again, this time working not externally, but internally within his shell, swiftly correcting all deviations and errors, allowing two entirely different forces to perfectly merge at this moment!

Despite causing a solid transformation!

Between countless withered branches, Lu BaiYan lifts his crimson eyes, whispers from Hell slowly spreading:

"—Where to obtain the good drug, yet cannot preserve firmly?"

White rainbow draped as attire, why Changyi is so grand? Where obtained the drug of immortality, yet cannot preserve long?

Relying on the Miracle Imprint’s power, Lu BaiYan embraces further metamorphosis.

The Mystic Ritual originally intended for deep fusion of Great Priestess and his forces, using divine nature for metamorphosis to ascend further, now thoroughly merges him with the reflection of the Remaining Evils of the World!

No distinction between each other.

At this moment, Lu BaiYan has become the purest Solidifier.

After completely devouring the power of the Remaining Evils of the World, transforming into a Hell’s extension—

Embracing Hell ultimately triggers the Great Priestess’s Sky’s Command’s downfall, all correction values swiftly turn to distortion, driving a renewed surge of power!

The Rank of the Crowned is achieved at this instant, moreover, continues to grow...

"Come on, Huai Shi!"

On the sides of Lu BaiYan’s cracked face, another pair of sinister eyes grows: "Let me witness the power of the Sword of Disaster!"

When the giant tree’s shadow of the Remaining Evils of the World appears behind him once more, it becomes entirely different from just moments earlier.

The once distorted and dried branches, now bear abundant fruits.

Countless remnants of Lu BaiYan pierce and hang upon them, like corpses hanged on the tree of greed, swaying in the cold wind, crimson eyes lifted, countless lips open and close, producing overlapping, echoing voices.

Their intent filled with malice and curse.

Countless giant ink butterflies rise from the branches, their wings covered in giant eyes fluttering, sprinkling thick ink; the ink falls into the soil like seeds, takes root and sprouts, rapidly growing into countless skinny and sinister reflections.

No longer vague like before, instead, grown as nightmare fruit born from Hell.

Endlessly.

Surpassing previous limits, twice, thrice... or even more?

Entangled in rooted branches, the Crown of National Mourning silently wails, covered in a layer of black.

Hell’s Great Priestess raises a finger, causing the endless ocean of thick blackness to boil, sweeping towards Huai Shi!

An entire Hell bears down upon.

Opposing the entire world.

This is the most terrifying aspect of the Great Priestess.

In the sky, endless ink butterflies, on the ground, countless mutant species, even the air and soil contain malice. He has become the master of this corner of Hell, the true ruler.

Entrenching roots in the soil allows consumption of the Current Circumstances’ foundation, wielding limitless power.

Yet Huai Shi can’t conceal disappointment.

Through countless mutant species, he looks at his opponent.

Full of puzzlement.

"Is having more people really mighty?"

He curiously asks, "Do you know what day of the week it is today?"