All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes-Chapter 1506 - 274: Calamity
She didn’t say much, she just returned home and quietly waited for that day to come.
So, in the end, when she heard that calm declaration.
She neither feared nor wished to escape... She wasn’t transported away by the ghostly blue light, she calmly walked out the door and looked up at the sun in the sky.
The Cangtian is vast, with no clouds for miles, blood-red and boundless, like a mirror and a sea, yet a ray of divine light, sharp as a knife and sword, pierced through the heavenly dome and the vast land, dividing the entire world in two.
The figure is there, in the center of the light, surrounded in the middle by all those who stand ready, with a solemn and dignified presence.
He saw her.
He saw all the hims and hers.
He wasn’t concerned, or rather, he was simply equal, like the heavenly sun shining, adding not a bit for the rejoicing of those on the ground, nor weakening a fraction for the mourning cries of the human world.
The supreme star, vast light shining.
And then, the light suddenly exploded, creating endless cloud qi out of thin air, then destroying everything.
Before the last moments of life, during those final ten seconds of countdown, her already unclear eyes went blind, the overheated dazzling light incinerating everything.
But she felt no pain, nor fear, instead there was a long-lost calm, as if returning to her father’s embrace, eating that sticky rice candy.
Finally.
Death truly arrived.
This day is very ordinary.
Just like the day dad didn’t come home, like the day mom died, like the day the whole family returned to Shenjing, like the day when the home was accounted for.
The day she died, there was no thunder, no bitter sea, no tears and wailing winds, although the light shone all around, but ultimately, it was just an ordinary day, no different from every past day, and every future day.
Thus, in the Netherworld, in this post-death Netherworld storm, she, who had never prayed to Heaven, instead prayed to the heavenly dome of the Netherworld, that spectacle of the present world, that figure confronting all the Divine Capital Nobles.
[Burn it all away]
She clasped her hands, praying to the figure that killed her and destroyed Shenjing...
Praying.
— Just day after day, day after day... the day before yesterday, yesterday, today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... remembering every day, these days seem to be all the same, this cycle day by day, unbroken and turning...
Heaven!
Don’t let it go on like this! This time, these days, if you truly are the Seven Fiend Tribulation, if you truly are ’Heaven’s Will’ born...
[Destroy it all]
[Destroy this day after day order]
[Destroy this endless yesterday, today, and tomorrow]
[Heavenly Mandate, whatever you truly are, be it Nature Master or Seven Fiend Tribulation...]
[Make all... today, tomorrow, become eternally irretrievable yesterdays!]
Humanity will never be happy—at least not today.
So...
[At least, let me truly die]
She prayed thus.
Human World, Present World.
Above Shenjing.
[Seven Fiend Tribulation... Virtuous King’s words just now, very weak, isn’t it?]
Ignoring the Emperor behind him confronting Grand Preceptor Hong, Yin Gujin gazed at An Jing, facing the young Martial Artist, revealing a cheerful smile: [He actually said you were misguided for killing those mortals... What a weak, what a cowardly thought]
[You said you would attack, and they dared not to flee, this means they want to fight you—how often can one have the chance to fight the Seven Fiend Tribulation in an era? They die without regret, applause and celebration are due]
[Powerful force should change the present state, I can understand you, because all Martial Artists think this way] 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
He raised his hand, took a stance, issued a battle invitation: [So, An Jing, Seven Fiend Tribulation... whatever you want to do, you must defeat me first]
And An Jing would not reply, just breathe.
He took a deep breath, raised his hand as well, taking a stance.
He did not speak, did not respond, did not explain, no need for others’ understanding, no need for others’ prayers, no need for any expectation, no need for any obstruction.
No need for words, because action is will.
This moment, this place.
He is the god, is heaven.
And then...
[Calamity]
He swung his fist.
