novelapdf Chapter 54 The Way Has Been Upheld, Defying Heaven Has Been Exhausted—Subduing Fate and Subduing the
Chapter 54 The Way Has Been Upheld, Defying Heaven Has Been Exhausted—Subduing Fate and Subduing the
Within the sea of consciousness, there was a clear and empty space.
It was unclear whether it was because Yang Jian was right beside her, or because everything that had happened that day had finally come to a close.
Gu Xuan's state of mind at this moment...
It was unusually calm.
Like a still, ancient well, reflecting the starlight in the sea of consciousness.
It was in this almost selfless, tranquil state where everything returned to stillness that we found ourselves.
Deep within the sea of consciousness, the "Hundred Generations True Spirit Diagram," exuding an ancient aura, trembled slightly.
The scroll unfolded silently.
Gu Xuan's mind stirred slightly, and his gaze naturally fell on the second page of the scroll.
The boy's figure, always standing within the painting, as black as ink—
changed.
The last time I saw him.
The boy had just turned around.
His eyes were filled with an unyielding resentment, like a dead fire buried for ten thousand years.
The words underfoot read, "The duty to uphold the Way is not yet fulfilled, the defiance of Heaven is not yet over—", and the progress is locked at 95%.
And at this moment...
The boy was still standing there.
But his gaze was no longer fixed on Gu Xuan.
Instead, it bypassed Gu Xuan, bypassed the sea of consciousness...
Quietly gazing at some distant place.
Gu Xuan's heart trembled slightly.
He knew what the boy was looking at.
—It was the sleeping figure inside the tent.
Erlang muttered "Big Brother" and "gun" in his dream.
The boy just watched quietly.
The dead fire that had burned in his eyes for countless years gradually died out.
The deep-seated regret gradually faded away.
A touch of softness, so incongruous with his all-black, menacing image, gradually emerged.
The boy's lips moved slightly.
silent.
But in this world, no one understands what those lip movements mean better than Gu Xuan.
—Erlang and Xiaomei.
Gu Xuan's throat tightened slightly.
then......
The boy in black was like someone who had been waiting for far too long, and finally saw what he had been waiting for.
He slowly closed his eyes, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
one......
A very light, faint smile.
I'm done laughing.
The boy's figure began to emit faint, imperceptible light.
These faint lights, like fireflies, slowly rose in Gu Xuan's sea of consciousness, quietly merging into his true self.
A moment later...
The boy's figure was frozen in his last smile.
The ancient characters beneath my feet began to flash intensely.
The old text crumbled and vanished into ashes stroke by stroke in this light.
New text, imbued with a vast and majestic aura of the Great Dao, slowly emerged.
[The ninety-ninth true spirit: Yang Jiao]
[The path of upholding righteousness has been fulfilled; the act of defying Heaven has been exhausted—]
Immediately afterwards—
The entire "Hundred Generations of True Spirits Picture" suddenly erupted with an unprecedented tremor.
At the edge of the scroll, ancient and mysterious patterns began to light up and intertwine wildly.
A line of large, gilded characters, seemingly formed from the very laws of heaven and earth, suddenly appeared at the very center of the scroll.
[Heavenly Rank and Status: Rebellious and Subdued Heart]
next second.
An extremely mysterious and indescribable power—
From the depths of the painting, like a bursting dam and a galaxy, it surged into Gu Xuan's sea of consciousness.
To be more precise...
It surged directly into the very essence of his soul!
Gu Xuan shuddered uncontrollably.
An unprecedented and strange feeling suddenly exploded.
It's like someone struggling to wade through deep-sea mud.
Suddenly, I realized that the mud and sand that had been blocking my steps had completely disappeared.
Instead...
It is like standing on an incredibly solid piece of earth that will never collapse.
Heart......
It's settled!
"One's mind is as firm as a mountain; no dharma can take it away."
"The mind of Tao is as vast as the sea, unmoved by gods or demons."
"A rebellious heart is like an abyss, and destiny cannot be stopped..."
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Deep within Gu Xuan's tightly closed eyes.
A faint ring of frost-gold patterns, yet exuding supreme power, silently swirled in his eyes for a fleeting moment.
As the frost-gold patterns faded from his eyes, a wave of realizations washed over him.
Defying fate and suppressing one's heart—
Not some kind of supernatural power or magic...
It is not a specific constitution or bloodline.
Rather, it's something etched into one's destiny...
Approved!
He was born from the primordial world, and was granted an absolute "status"!
at the same time--
"Buzz—"
A low, suppressed dragon roar echoed softly in the silent camp.
The Heaven-Shaking Spear, which Gu Xuan had placed horizontally on his lap, trembled slightly.
On the gun barrel, streaks of crimson-gold dragon patterns surged wildly.
A few warm yet resilient silver-white lines slowly grow and spread from the dragon pattern.
Silver and crimson gold intertwine and entwine on the black gun body.
To defend or to resist...
At this moment, the most perfect fusion was achieved.
A moment later.
The gun suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light that was a mixture of frost gold and silver white.
"puff!"
The faint candlelight inside the tent suddenly went out.
An invisible yet substantial energy fluctuation silently spread outwards in a ring.
Passing through the camp, passing through the night...
Inside the Shang army camp, all the sleeping Shang soldiers, along with the four generals of the Mo family, inexplicably felt a palpitation originating from their souls in their dreams.
My breath caught in my throat for a moment, involuntarily...
It wasn't until the fluctuation subsided like a gentle breeze that things returned to normal.
Inside the central command tent.
Zhao Gongming, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, and two beams of divine light shot out.
He took a deep look in the direction from which the energy fluctuations were coming.
His usually arrogant and unruly face revealed a smile of extreme satisfaction, even with a hint of pride.
His usually arrogant and unruly face revealed a smile of extreme satisfaction, even with a hint of pride.
"I have indeed taken on a fine disciple."
He whispered something.
The smile on his lips slowly faded.
He then closed his eyes again and entered a meditative state once more.
......
The next day, at the first light of dawn.
Gu Xuan exhaled the stale air from his stomach and opened his eyes.
In the void before him, the true immortal's Dao fruit faintly appeared from the darkness...
On the Dao Fruit, at some unknown time, a faint circle of frost-gold patterns, flowing with supreme aura, appeared.
Look closely...
These intricate patterns vaguely outline four ancient and weathered characters.
——【Defying Fate and Subduing the Heart】
A rich aura, imbued with the essence of heaven and earth, slowly emanated from the Dao Fruit.
Like a gentle stream, it spread silently outwards, filling the camp.
The intent to fire, the fighting spirit, and even the lingering killing intent from the aftermath of the great battle deep within his consciousness...
all--
Stationed.
Like a mountain.
Like the sea.
Like an abyss.
There was no disturbance.
Gu Xuan quietly felt the transformative power within his body and remained silent for a moment.
"Buzz".
The Heaven-Shaking Spear trembled slightly, as if to remind him of something, as if seeking praise.
He lowered his head.
Looking at the new patterns on the gun body, perfectly interwoven with crimson gold and silver, he smiled silently.
then......
Gu Xuan turned his head to look at the bed not far away.
Only then did they realize that the bedding on Yang Jian's bed was neatly folded, but he was nowhere to be found.
Gu Xuan was about to get up.
Then I saw another bed—
Nezha, who was originally covered in cracks and unconscious...
As if sensing some change inside the tent, his tightly furrowed brows twitched slightly.
Immediately afterwards, her pale, paper-white eyelids trembled slightly a few times.
The next second—
Nezha slowly opened his eyes.
Deep in the depths of his eyes...
Confusion and resentment intertwined.
At the same time, a trace of lingering violence remained.