Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 58, A Hand Reaching the Sky
The dragon's breath descended, and a sacred, pure and majestic breath echoed in the wasteland.
The bowstring in Ning Que's hand snapped. With this soft sound, his sea of consciousness suddenly went into chaos, and the sea of qi and snowy mountains in his body seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
What was even more frightening was that the droplet of awe-inspiring Qi deep in his lower abdomen seemed to feel the call of the dragon's breath and violently rotated, releasing countless strands of Qi and pouring towards every part of his body.
If that's all, it doesn't matter. The problem is that the awe-inspiring Qi that has been poured into every part of the body has signs of penetrating the skin and leaving the body!
In the sky, the golden dragon head slowly moved forward, and the slender body of the dragon finally poked out the burning white clouds. Its scales were as fine as brocade, and their bright mirror-like scales rubbed against the clouds and air, and golden flames bloomed.
As the golden dragon gradually appeared in full form, the pressure that shrouded the entire wasteland became heavier and more terrifying, and even the wasteland space itself began to become unstable.
The dragon's breath that fell into the wasteland was composed of countless tiny golden gravels. What was strange was that these golden gravels, which contained infinite pressure, did not ignite a blazing divine glow after falling to the ground.
Instead, it is like real sand, fluttering everywhere in the wind.
The lack of burning does not mean that there is no power. The golden sand-like dragon's breath fell on the wasteland and landed on the corpses of countless desolate warriors. Many tiny cracks suddenly appeared on the corpses of those desolate warriors who had been sleeping for a long time.
Dozens of grains of dragon's breath golden sand fell on Tang's body, and his animal skin clothes instantly tore apart. Dozens of tiny blood holes suddenly appeared on his body as hard as stone.
Ning Que's situation was not much better. He waved his hand and tried to drive away the dragon's breath sand that floated in front of him. Unexpectedly, the golden sand was unable to move and stuck lightly to the edge of his palm.
A very thin blood hole suddenly appeared on the edge of his palm, and the majestic Haoran Qi in his body that was waiting to be released dissipated out of the body along the blood hole and disappeared in the air in an instant.
Ning Que understood what was going on.
He practices Haoran Qi and has already become a demon. Tang and Huangren warriors also practice the Demon Sect. Their bodies have their own worlds and store a lot of heaven and earth energy.
According to the Haotian Dao Sect, the reason why the Demon Sect is a demon is not only because the demon cultivators create their own world, which is a great disrespect to Haotian, but the most fundamental reason is that the demon cultivators will continue to seize the natural world.
The vitality of heaven and earth, if this situation is allowed to continue, one day the vitality of heaven and earth will dry up.
The golden dragon represents Haotian's will. In its eyes, Ning Que and Huang Ren are like shameless thieves who stole Haotian's wealth. Of course, it wants to get these wealth back from the hands of these thieves.
The dragon's breath, like golden sand, floated on the wasteland and landed on Ning Que and others, in order to take away the vitality of heaven and earth in their bodies and purify them into the original light of the world.
This process is Haotian's divine punishment.
That is what is called redemption.
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In Helan City in the distance, His Majesty the Emperor looked at the shimmering sky and the golden dragon head, silently, with a very solemn expression on his face.
The golden dragon head spits out dragon's breath on the wasteland ground, like a streak of golden sand, falling like a heavy rain. Seeing this painting, for some reason, His Majesty the Emperor's face suddenly turned pale and looked extremely painful.
Master Huang Yang's expression was very serious. He stuck out his right wrist from the monk's sleeve and held His Majesty's left hand. A string of sandalwood rosary beads slipped between his wrists like running water and was placed on His Majesty's wrist.
With the rosary on his wrist, a compassionate Buddhist aura slowly emerged. His Majesty the Emperor felt that the aura in his body that had been tormenting him for many years became slightly calmer, and his face became gentle.
However, Master Huang Yang could not rest assured and did not dare to follow His Majesty's temper and let him stand on the tower to watch the battle. He forcibly supported him and walked into the tower made of thick stone.
In the deepest room of the rock tower, the Queen was holding the young prince. Her face was very pale, and there were still blood stains on the corners of her lips.
The young prince cried and said to the emperor: "Father, look at mother, what is going on?"
The empress looked at the emperor and smiled gently, shook her head, indicating that she was fine.
The emperor walked up to her, took off the rosary from his left wrist without hesitation, and put it on her wrist.
Master Huang Yang looked at this scene and sighed in his heart.
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Deep in the wilderness of the far west.
All the monks in Xuankong Temple have taken refuge in the large and small yellow temples. The clouds and mist are shrouding the entire mountain peak. They can only faintly hear the sound of sutras, but cannot see the specific scene.
Only a small peak at the highest point of the giant peak, above the clouds and mist, above the surface, can be seen very far away, and the sky in the east is getting brighter and brighter.
In the first lecture hall of Xuankong Temple, I held a tin staff and looked toward the east. My eyes had already been dried up by the light, and I couldn't find any moisture, but I didn't suffer any harm.
The light in the east gradually grew brighter, and the night was eclipsed by the light. Even if it did not disappear, it was completely covered. There was no expression of joy on the face of the leader, but only tired and solemn.
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The golden dragon descended from Haotian and appeared, and the light shone on the world.
Except for a few people, no one in the world can look up at the sky.
Light is not just warmth, but also represents majesty. What is needed is not closeness, but awe. Therefore, light allows humans to know their own existence, but does not allow humans to see their own existence.
In the god's chariot in the wasteland, Ye Hongyu once tried to look at the golden dragon in the sky. She burst into tears and stung. The star of god at the bottom of her eyes disappeared, and she had no choice but to lower her head expressionlessly again.
Just because you can't look up at the sky doesn't mean you can't know about the divine battle in the sky.
Countless cities, countless towns, countless mountains and rivers, countless villages, countless people knelt down under the light, looked at the projection on the ground, and nervously watched the trend of this light and dark war.
Countless Haotian believers gathered in the nearest Taoist temple, chanted scriptures and prayed non-stop, blessed the coalition forces in the wasteland, showed their piety to Haotian, and were overjoyed and sad, as crazy as crazy.
As the light gradually overwhelms the darkness, people's cries of happiness soar into the sky. I don't know how many people fainted with excitement, or even stopped waking up and returned to the glorious kingdom of Haotian.
In the deep mountains of Xiling, there is a very simple Taoist temple. This Taoist temple is probably the Taoist temple least known to Haotian believers, but it is the most important Taoist temple of Haotian Taoism.
Behind this Taoist temple, there is a red earth mountain covered with ivy. There are countless deep caves in the mountain, and many powerful Taoists with terrifying strength live in these caves.
Those powerful auras seeped out from the green mountains, watching the changes in the sky, enjoying the light shed by the golden dragon. Gradually, they were ready to move. Occasionally, low and happy laughter could be heard.
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Dragon's Breath is the breath of a dragon, followed by exhalation and inhalation.
The huge golden dragon in the sky opened its mouth, and its body suddenly became thicker. On the ground of the wasteland, a huge wind suddenly blew, whistling and circling, sweeping up the scattered golden sand grains and leaving the ground.
Looking from afar, it seems that a whirlwind has arisen between the sky and the earth. The thin end is at the golden faucet, and the thick end is on the ground. It keeps sweeping away, flying sand and rocks wherever it passes.
As those golden sand grains left the ground, the aura of heaven and earth in the corpses of the desert warriors on the wasteland ground was also sucked away by the tornado.
This process cannot be seen with the naked eye. But Ning Que can feel it because he has a lot of awe-inspiring energy in his body, which was sucked away by the golden dragon. At this time, when he looked up again, he could no longer find the golden dragon head in his sunglasses.
Any feeling of majesty and light appears so bloody, terrifying and greedy.
The dark night in the north has slowly retreated. The big black umbrella no longer breathes out breath. Sangsang's connection with the night is interrupted. The breath lingering around her has long been purified, and the smoke, dust and gravel keep dancing wildly.
Sangsang's feet left the ground, leaving the ice and snow like white lotus flowers, and floated into the air.
The golden dragon looked at her indifferently.
Sangsang's clothes rustled in the whirlwind.
Sangsang flew to the sky and flew towards the mouth of the golden dragon.
Sangsang turned around and looked at Ning Que, her eyes frightened and her expression helpless.
Ning Que jumped up, hugged her legs, and tried to pull her back to the ground.
But he can't do it.
Sangsang was still flying to the sky, taking him with her.
Haotian wants Sangsang.
Haotian doesn't want him.
So Sang Sang's body was very light, but his body suddenly became as heavy as a mountain.
Only two clicks were heard, and his arms holding Sangsang were completely broken.
But he still didn't let go.
Once you catch it, you will never let it go.
Even if my hand is broken, I won't let go.
Even if I die, I won't let go.
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The extremely pale golden glow passed in front of his eyelashes, and the earth no longer seemed to have any attraction. Ning Que hugged Sang Sang and flew to the sky along the dragon's breath, flying towards the mouth of the golden dragon.
The hair and clothes of the two people were fluttering in the air, looking like two black flowers. Under the pressure of the light, they began to bleed, and the blood dripped from the black petals and fell on the wasteland.
On the ground in the wasteland, the big black horse dragged the carriage and ran desperately. It seemed to have forgotten its fear and chased the two people flying in the sky. From time to time, it made angry and sad screams.
Ning Que looked at it and said in a hoarse voice: "What a fool."
Then he looked up and saw that the sky above his head was filled with light. There was nothing but light. It looked so pure, as pure as death, so he knew that death was coming soon.
He has made many choices in his life, but now it seems that those choices really have no meaning, just like at the last moment, he chose to jump into the air and hug Sangsang.
But sometimes, the choice itself is meaningful.
He looked at Sangsang and smiled.
Sangsang looked at him and smiled.
At this moment, their figures suddenly stopped and no longer continued flying into the sky and into the light.
Because a hand reached into the sky and grabbed Ning Que's feet.
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