Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 456: Formation Collapse

The inexplicable atmosphere was broken by Lu Wensheng's shocking words, and the tense hearts of both of them relaxed slightly.

Liu Jiqian's eyes carefully depicted the person in front of him.

When his eyes fell on Lu Wensheng's clothes that were covered in mud and whose original color was almost unrecognizable, he especially noticed the obvious stains and wear marks on the knees.

His heart tightened. Where was the calm and cheerful man before him? He looked like a stray puppy that had just struggled out of a quagmire, soaking wet and shivering. He looked so pitiful.

His handsome brows subconsciously knitted slightly, and his voice was filled with a barely perceptible tension: "How did you get this look?"

Liu Jiqian's voice was a little lower than usual, with a hint of imperceptible tension, and his eyes were fixed on Lu Wensheng's messy knees.

Lu Wensheng looked at Liu Jiqian's expression which suddenly became serious and even hinted at a sense of accountability. He felt like a child who had soiled his new clothes while playing and was caught by his strict parents when he got home. His momentum inexplicably weakened and his voice became dry and unconfident.

"Yeah, it's nothing. I just... got kicked in the knee. I knelt for a while, and it was raining, so it got dirty."

"Kicked you?! Kneeled you down?!"

Liu Jiqian's reaction far exceeded Lu Wensheng's expectations. The man who originally had a gentle and introverted temperament, like the bright moonlight, suddenly had a drastic change in his aura.

Deep within those molten-gold eyes, it seemed as if a blazing flame had been instantly ignited, adding a touch of chilling coldness and majesty to that already stunningly beautiful face.

His thin lips were pressed into a sharp straight line, his jawline was tense, and his whole body was like a peerless sword suddenly unsheathed, exuding a cold light. The air around him seemed to be frozen for a moment because of the spiritual pressure he suddenly released.

Lu Wensheng had no doubt that if the person who kicked him was right in front of him, he would probably be torn to pieces by Liu Jiqian's sudden and almost tangible murderous intent.

Seeing the fire in Liu Jiqian's eyes burning more and more, and his silver hair seemed to be fluttering due to the excitement of spiritual power, Lu Wensheng quickly reached out, like soothing a cat with its fur standing on end, and gently and a little clumsily ruffled Liu Jiqian's silver hair, which was as smooth as top-grade silk.

"Alright, alright, Weiyun, don't be angry." His movements were soothing. He caressed Liu Jiqian's head, feeling the cool and smooth touch in his palm. His voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of persuasion. "Look, I'm fine, aren't I? That person... has been dealt with. Really, don't be angry, okay?"

The warm touch from his palm and Lu Wensheng's helpless and indulgent tone flowed like a stream of clear spring through Liu Jiqian's almost boiling anger.

Liu Jiqian's body, which was as tense as a bowstring, suddenly relaxed, and the terrifying cold murderous intent in his eyes quickly receded like a tide, leaving only an inextricable heartache and a trace of resentment that was forcibly suppressed.

He almost instinctively obeyed the strength of the palm, lowered his head slightly, and like a wild beast soothed by having its fur stroked, he reluctantly and little by little retracted his claws.

He let Lu Wensheng's hands shuttle through his hair, feeling the soothing touch. His Adam's apple rolled, and finally he just uttered a muffled "hmm". He buried his face deeper into Lu Wensheng's neck, absorbing the reassuring breath, as if only in this way could he confirm that the other party was really fine.

The tense body gradually relaxed under Lu Wensheng's caress, but the tightly furrowed brows had not yet completely relaxed, and her pursed lips revealed a sense of grievance and unwillingness, as if the treasure she held in her hands had been ruined for no reason.

Liu Jiqian regained his clarity of mind, and the spiritual energy of the Spirit Transformation period cleansed the remaining demonic energy. The formation that maintained this world was on the verge of collapse. It was like a giant glass cover that had been eaten away, covered with spider-web-like cracks, and could completely collapse at any time.

Lu Wensheng looked around and saw only broken walls and ruins.

The once magnificent princess's mansion now resembled the remains of something gnawed by a giant beast. The exquisite carved beams and painted buildings were either corroded into charred rotten wood by the evil spirit, or were crushed into powder and rubble by the huge force. They were scattered all over the ground and soaked in turbid water, emitting the smell of desolation and death.

The originally lead-gray and oppressive "sky" was now covered with shocking huge cracks, like a broken glass mirror.

The cracks were not filled with pure darkness, but rather twisted and swirling disturbing energy currents. Some of the cracks were like bottomless black whirlpools, madly devouring the light and revealing suffocating despair; others were like forcibly torn wounds, from which poured out dazzling, almost pure white beams of light.

These beams of light were like spears of judgment cast by the gods, piercing through the dense smoke and dust and piercing fiercely into the devastated land.

One of the thickest beams of light happened to fall on the area where Lu Wensheng and Liu Jiqian were standing.

The dazzling white light had an almost divine penetrating power, dispelling the diffuse dust and remaining demonic shadows, and also clearly illuminating Lu Wensheng's face.

He raised his head slightly, facing the pouring light. The moisture in his eyes had not yet completely dried up, but at this moment it was illuminated by the light that broke through the boundary and was as bright as a cold star, as if it had washed away the mud and fatigue on his body, leaving only the clear belief shining in his eyes.

As the formation structure completely disintegrated, an invisible bondage was released.

Many people hiding behind broken walls and in piles of rubble were startled by the sudden change in the world and the sudden light, and they leaned out hesitantly and cautiously.

They either stood up by holding on to the ruins, or climbed up to a slightly higher pile of rubble. Like insects and ants awakened from hibernation, they raised their heads and stared blankly at the broken sky.

The dazzling light burned their eyes, and tears flowed uncontrollably, sliding down their dusty cheeks, leaving clear traces.

However, no one was willing to close their eyes, even if the strong light stimulated them to tears.

For them, the broken light from the sky was a long-lost exit symbolizing freedom and the only guide to the other side.

They were not the center of the formation and luckily were not swallowed by the raging Xiangsheng River.

At this moment, as the foundation of the formation that maintained this false world completely collapsed, the last shackles that bound their souls also disappeared.

Little by little, soft, firefly-like lights began to emanate from their exhausted bodies. The light was weak at first, but then it became more and more, and brighter and brighter, like countless tiny stars breaking free from their earthly bodies.

It was the soul origin that had been forcibly imprisoned and distorted by the formation, and it finally broke free from the invisible shackles and regained its due light.

Points of light rose from them, with a lightness of liberation, like stardust flowing against the current, slowly and steadily drifting towards the broken cracks in the skylight.

Every point of light carries a belated reincarnation and an interrupted life.

The soul that had been drifting like duckweed finally found rest.