latelenovela Chapter 118 Don't Forget That Powerful Being
Chapter 118 Don't Forget That Powerful Being
Time ticked by, and the final step finally arrived.
The water dragon completed its water-walking ceremony.
This does not mean the danger is over, but rather the beginning of an even greater danger. The massive amount of river water is like a glass tank, rushing from one end to the other and crashing against the wall. What will happen next?
reflux.
Once, the enraged God of the Night River, along with countless River Gods and Water Gods, led the remaining river water "home".
The colossal waves appeared a second time, more brutal, more violent, and more unrestrained than the first.
Anyway, my house was completely destroyed by the water dragon, so why should I care about "merit" or "faith"?
Inside the circular palace on Mount Jisui, the old woman, sensing something was terribly wrong, stopped yelling at Yuan Xuzi. Instead, she spoke to him politely each time he teleported back.
"Come back quickly, we can't hold on any longer!"
"Hurry up, the giant wave is coming. You throw all the reserve spirit stones to the Demon Slayer, leaving only a few of us who can't withstand the giant wave."
"Hurry up!!! Yuan Xuzi, come back here!"
In the end, the old woman actually screamed in a high-pitched voice, letting out a cry like a young girl, which gave the other Golden Core cultivators nearby goosebumps.
"Here he comes, really! He's over four hundred years old, and he's still so easily startled."
In the "side hall" where the restrictions were inscribed, Yuan Xuzi, who looked like a wooden figure, yawned, scratched the back of his head, strode into the main hall, and plopped down in the main seat amidst the stunned gazes of the crowd.
Oops~~~ I forgot that the main seat is completely smashed.
The shards and fragments really hurt my butt.
Several Golden Core cultivators exclaimed in amazement, unsure whether it was at his strength or his iron will.
The old woman's face was gloomy, but she had no life in her heart.
This man is extremely frivolous in his actions, but frighteningly steady in major matters. If I were two hundred years younger, who knows how infatuated I would be with him.
You should know that as long as Yuan Xuzi is sitting there, the cultivators will no longer have the idea that the great formation will be broken. They will only have complaints that they will feel very uncomfortable in a short time.
The fox crouched to the side, and after being gently stepped on by its master, it lazily got up and sat in the spot where the Golden Core traitor had previously self-destructed. It flicked its tail and reluctantly stuffed the traitor into the spiritual energy absorption channel that had been completely exposed by the explosion.
.....
In the sky... the giant turtle is still rising.
The ceiling is leaking a bit... Ugh, the large array directly above has been extensively damaged. Can it really stop the flood coming from afar?
Xueyan collapsed at her feet. Chen Dahai had been "asleep" in his wheelchair for some time. There was no one sitting next to them. Behind them, Su Longshan was holding an exaggeratedly large vat, pouring spirit wine into his stomach as if it were free.
After pouring out the last drop of the nectar, his face flushed, he sat cross-legged and solemnly continued to perform his duties.
At this point, what's the point of having instructors or supervisors? Everyone should pour their spiritual energy into the great formation to the extreme.
Above, everyone is of one mind; below...
Countless people are trembling in fear. Continuous mountain tremors have caused a large number of mine tunnels to collapse. Some mine tunnels that were temporarily dug for refugees to live in have already caused regional disasters due to their poor quality.
Although the number of casualties was not a large proportion of the total, a sustained sense of panic quickly began to spread, eventually escalating into riots as it remained uncertain when the "earthquakes" would stop.
Almost none of the cultivators remained below the mine tunnels; the mortal soldiers struggled to maintain order—it was incredibly difficult, because they were also terrified.
In a mining disaster, no one cares whether you're a tycoon or a beggar, a soldier or a merchant, a man or a woman; they'll all be buried!
The soldiers' ears were filled with shouts and yells:
"Let us out! I don't want to be crushed to death by a mine collapse, I don't want to die here..."
"Open the door! Open the main door quickly! We'll be fine once we get out. We're standing on the mountaintop, we definitely won't be crushed by the landslide!"
"Mommy, I'm scared~~ Mommy, where are you~~"
...
Countless refugees cried out and charged wave after wave at the soldiers' lines. Even when they were bleeding and retreated, the refugees behind them would push them toward the blade.
"Back off! The collapse is only a localized phenomenon. Either stay put or go with the rescue team to help with disaster relief. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be killed without mercy!" A centurion shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping to calm the disaster victims.
Public morale had collapsed and the situation was so precarious that he became overly focused on the refugees.
He overlooked the fact that morale within the army had also collapsed.
A sharp knife plunged into his neck, and blood splattered all over the other soldiers.
"Sergeant, how dare you..."
"I want to live! Don't you want to live? Those who want to live, come with me to open the door!" Several soldiers pushed aside the bewildered sergeants without hesitation and rushed to the mine gate. The refugees swarmed forward, overwhelming the remaining obstructors.
With the combined efforts of countless people, the gate was finally pushed open, but... all they saw were huge boulders, and the road ahead was completely blocked.
Those at the very back, unaware that there was no way forward, continued to push and shove frantically forward, as if death were right behind them.
Death began, a series of deaths.
Slippery, bloody mud flowed down from the front, causing more people to slip and fall, and a tragic stampede was unfolding.
Everyone's eyes are bloodshot; everyone is an accomplice to disaster.
At the critical moment, no one expected that one person's voice would spread in all directions.
"Amitabha."
At the foot of Jishui Mountain, the precarious golden light suddenly shone brightly, and a Buddhist chant, as if divinely aided, easily pierced through the protective array of the mountain, striking directly into the hearts of everyone present.
The restless hearts of ordinary people were completely calmed upon hearing this sound. The crowd instantly shifted from one extreme to the other, with everyone standing there calmly and wearing peaceful smiles on their faces.
Zhong Ming took two steps, calmly pulled out a far-seeing talisman from Xuan Jing's forehead, which he had hidden in his wig, and stuck it on his temple.
From afar, it appeared that the Bodhisattva had emerged from the cave where the captain's seriously injured brothers were hiding.
In the instant the raging floodwaters receded, he stood quietly and peacefully beside the group.
The seriously injured men glanced gratefully at the Bodhisattva, clasped their hands together, said "Amitabha," and closed their eyes.
Ordinary people simply cannot comprehend the scene before them. You, a monk, risked your life to rush out, just to let these people slowly die from your injuries?
"Amitabha".
At this moment, the Bodhisattvas of the Universal World have entered the Nascent Soul Realm.