Perfect World - Chapter 543 - Chapter 543: Chapter 543 Door
Chapter 543: Chapter 543 Door
“Please return to the higher realms, no need to see me off any further.”
The Willow Deity spoke calmly, but its words were brimming with an overbearing aura, causing the titans of the higher realms to change their expression, their faces flickering uncertainly.
“The Primordial Gate!”
The appearance of this portal made some people’s eyelids twitch violently, and they were deeply shocked. Some long-forgotten legends resurfaced in their minds, leaving them momentarily hesitant and indecisive.
“This gate is of great significance; after this battle, we can study it together. The urgent matter at hand is to slay this person first,” someone spoke, pointing at the Willow Deity.
The fourth killing formation had appeared, and being sealed within, how many could escape? This ancient and infamous Array, designed to kill such beings, was something even the most formidable figures had to dread.
At this moment, it was not a single titan presiding over the Array but several joining hands. Whoever was trapped within it would likely meet their bitter end.
The Primordial Gate emitted chaotic mist, accompanied by Immortal Light, becoming even more hazy, but at the same time, there was a mystical fluctuation emanating from it, withstanding the oppressive force of the fourth killing formation.
The scene was very still for a moment, and titan eyes opened and closed, their depths like abysses, all fixated on the Willow Deity.
“If you refuse to leave, I invite you all to enter this gate with me,” said the Willow Deity.
With a wave of its robe, the essence gathered from the previously fallen powerful beings turned into a torrent, surging upwards, converging, and entering the mysterious gateway.
The gate grew even hazier; it emitted faint chanting sounds that were ancient and mystical, distant and blurred, causing the titan minds to waver, almost reaching an Enlightenment State.
“What do you mean, ‘please’? You have been in the Lower Realm for many years and must have obtained the ‘Detachment Chapter’ or some other fortune. Today, you must produce it; otherwise, you’ll not be able to escape!” someone declared.
By then, the fourth killing formation had been initiated, the chaotic mist surged violently, blurring the area suddenly and transforming it into one of the most terrifying slaughter grounds of ancient times.
Little Pagoda was solemn; the mere encirclement of these titans, moving in concert, was a horror in itself, not to mention the fourth killing formation. If it fully erupted, it was beyond imagination.
Transforming into a beam of light, it hovered by the Willow Deity’s shoulder, ready to fight at any moment.
Suddenly, the void cracked open, one leaf after another emerged, drifting here, luminous and green, each emitting a radiant light, turning into Formation Flags, fluttering in the wind.
“Hmm, another killing formation?!” someone’s expression changed, unaware of the already laid out Array.
“Shhh!”
Green leaves fell, and a sacred light appeared, enveloping the person who spoke earlier. Characters wrapped around like chains, trapping them and making it difficult to break free.
“Kill!”
Someone shouted and began to make their move. With the Willow Deity daring to act within the Array, they naturally had to come on strong, aiming to end this formidable being in one fell battle.
In fact, everyone felt that the Willow Deity must have obtained some heaven-defying fortune in the Lower Realm that they all yearned for.
The Array shone brightly, with characters endless and boundless. This void seemed like a Heavenly Bone, recording the supreme laws, now fully resurrected, unleashing incomparable power.
Chaotic mist billowed, and the green leaves also danced, exploding with brilliant light, exerting their might.
Array against Array, powerful figures taking action, the place boiled over.
The Willow Deity and Little Pagoda stood beside the Primordial Gate, with many beams of killing light rushing towards them, all entering the gateway and disappearing without a trace, failing to harm them.
The fourth killing formation lived up to its name, momentous both in the past and the present. If not for the Primordial Gate, the force just now would not have been so easily dissolved; it could have slain everything.
“Ah…”
A cry of alarm sounded, as the figure trapped by the Willow Deity’s laid out Array struggled to break free from confinement, and at that moment, was apprehended over.
Shh!
With a flick of the Willow Deity’s finger, the figure’s body shook violently, surrounded by a shower of light; characters densely packed enveloped him.
Then, the characters magnified, turning into green-gold Order Divine Chains, binding him and casting him into the hazy gateway, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
“Martial brother, please proceed on your way.”
These were the words of the Willow Deity, devoid of any pomp and circumstance, yet they sent a chill down one’s spine; an extremely formidable being had just vanished from this world.
For a time, everyone stopped their offensive, even those controlling the fourth killing formation fell silent, watching the gate, wanting to know the outcome.
Without sound or signal, from within the gate flowed a strand of blood, giving off waves of light, becoming even more sacred, as if it could purify the divine souls of the titans.
Yet many felt a chill in their hearts; the aura of the blood was familiar–it was that of the powerhouse who had just been cast inside, now flowing out in such a manner.
He seemed to be struggling, yet also like he was detaching, becoming transcendent.
The blood conveyed such an indescribable fluctuation, then it dimmed completely, its essence dispersed, once more absorbed into the gate.
Vague chanting sounds were transmitted, distant and transcendent, causing those outside to once again reach a state of spiritual emptiness, falling into an Enlightenment State, noticing a trend of growth in their long-stagnated cultivation levels.
The blood of a titan flowed out, making the gate even more sacred. It was a terrifying transformation; the gazes of the crowd shimmered like a starry sea, enveloping the scene into a still silence.
“I have deployed the fourth killing formation, can you still escape?” The figure atop the large bell suddenly spoke, seated there, swirling with chaotic mist, looking unreal, with a voice as if coming from the ancient past.
“I never intended to escape. I now invite you all to enter this gate with me. Who is willing to accompany me?” the Willow Deity declared.
Since you refuse to leave, then let’s all enter this gate together. That was the Willow Deity’s intent–so plain, yet it filled one with deep apprehension, for its methods were unpredictable.
“The battle of arrays might inadvertently harm the innocent. Let us move elsewhere to deliberate,” the Willow Deity spoke again.
In the void, willow leaves danced, brilliant as stars, then ignited, taking everything with them as they surged towards the gaping rift in the void and stepped into the primal chaos.
Everyone hesitated. It was trapped in the fourth killing formation as if charging into the primal chaos with its cage. Should they follow?
“Go!”
In an instant, peace returned to the land, all figures vanished, following into the unknown. Regardless of the consequences, they did not wish to miss the opportunity to see for themselves.
One could observe from afar without entering the gate. The Primordial Gate harbored great strangeness and terror, along with opportunity.
In the world, one by one, the great rifts disappeared, the phenomena caused by the descent of the great beings from the higher realms faded away.
Especially the blood-red lightning and the Lightning Elder’s energy dissolved into nothingness. The wasteland became suddenly calm. The sky became clear, and the fiery red sun was visible once more.
Across the land, the oppressive weight on the hearts of the many beings lifted, whether they were Cultivators or ordinary people, all sighed in relief. Though many could not see the truth, their instincts sensed something.
The sky was clear, the dark clouds had dispersed, yet Shi Hao’s heart suddenly felt empty, filled with loss.
Just like that, the Willow Deity and Little Pagoda were gone, separated from him, perhaps never to be seen again.
The recent battle might have been obscured to others, but not to him. His Dual Pupils had captured every detail, leaving his spirit in awe.
Yet, why did he feel such sorrow now? Was what lay beyond that heavenly passage gate an opportunity? He feared the Willow Deity might have been like a moth to a flame, burning itself never to appear in the world again.
Silence enveloped him. He stood alone on a high platform within the imperial palace, unmoving even as stars emerged and the moon’s cold light shone down.
Then, as the sun rose and the dawn light spread, he sighed softly and stepped down from the platform, bathed in the golden glow, carrying a saintly radiance.
A day, two days passed… still no news came, and the outcome of that battle remained unknown.
“Immortal beings haven’t appeared. Could it be that the battle is not yet over?” Shi Hao murmured to himself. The last battle was of great significance, with far-reaching implications.
Even Sect Hierarchs who descended to this realm couldn’t linger for too long. Shi Hao was filled with confusion–why hadn’t any definitive news arrived?
The several immortal schools also remained calm, clearly unaware of the outcome. The days passed quietly without incident.
For several days, whether it was the wasteland or places like the Profound Domain, all seemed to have entered the most peaceful period, uninterrupted by disturbances.
“Your Majesty, Fairy Yue Chan has been spotted,” Peng Jiu reported. As someone privy to inside information, he had been ordered to investigate and prepare for the Heaven Mending Pavilion Fairy’s movements, for she was a formidable enemy.
His news roused Shi Hao from his thoughts of the last battle.
“Where is she?”
“She’s within Stone Country, atop a heavenly passage gate mountain,” Peng Jiu answered.
“She’s got quite the nerve, coming here to battle me again?” Shi Hao said, contemplating. With the Willow Deity gone and Little Pagoda departed, did the outside world know?
If they did, trouble was likely to arise. There were those who harbored ill will against him, ready to act.
“It’s not just her. Others have come too, including that witch,” Peng Jiu added.
Shi Hao was surprised, then came to an understanding.
Peng Jiu provided a detailed report, confirming his suspicions.
It wasn’t just Fairy Yue Chan’s true body, but also other descendants from the higher realms like Xuan Ming, Bi Gu, Lan Yu, and Shui Yue had entered Stone Country. To be exact, they journeyed through the eight regions, and their current stop was within Stone Country.
A white crow flew into Stone Capital, carrying a letter to the imperial palace gates.
“A small piece of Void Beast Bone?” Shi Hao was astonished. Such a gift was incredibly valuable, the material priceless.
The white crow was carved from such a beast bone, capable of traversing voids, and was the fastest messenger, possessing the utmost speed but at extravagant cost.
“This gathering is inescapable, it seems,” Shi Hao said after reading the letter.
Peng Jiu warned him, cautioning that the outside might look calm, but deadly undercurrents could be brewing. Whether the ultimate calamity had truly ended was unknown, filled with uncertainty.
“If it’s truly a calamity, it makes no difference where I stay. I believe in the Willow Deity, and, reluctantly, in what that guy Little Pagoda said about the ‘battle to seal the gods’,” Shi Hao declared.
“If one desires to go, they should go; there’s nowhere one cannot visit.” Those were the Willow Deity’s words, spoken because it stood so high, fearing nothing.
Shi Hao, though not as fearless, considered that with these visitors so close to the capital, to decline such an invitation would be a show of timidity.
“Whom should I fear?” Shi Hao’s expression was calm and indifferent.
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Before leaving, he naturally prepared some items for protection. While harboring no ill intent, he couldn’t afford to be passive or at a disadvantage.
Shi Hao left the imperial palace, heading towards a heavenly passage gate mountain. Perhaps there, he could glean information about the last great calamity from Xuan Ming, Shui Yue, the witch, and others.
This gathering, with Yue Chan’s true body present, was uncertain. Would it be affable conversations or hostile confrontations awaiting them? Something was bound to happen.
A slight smile curved Shi Hao’s lips.
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