novelsky Chapter 856.30: My only wish is for Master's safety
Chapter 856.30: My only wish is for Master's safety
Beneath the sea of thunder, the floating peak collapsed, and chaotic rocks pierced through the sky.Amidst the torrent of purplish-red lightning plasma, Chen Huaian's figure was as insignificant as a mustard seed, yet as majestic as Mount Sumeru.
He did not summon any defensive treasures.
Nor did he have any defensive treasures he could use.
That so-called Electronic Girlfriend System was now silent as death, as if even it feared the wrath of this world.
But it didn't matter.
Chen Huaian lowered his head to glance at the Black Scales Sword in his hand, then clenched his left fist.
He had the sword that suited him best.
He had a pair of iron fists.
And he had a mortal body that, after being infused with primal Spiritual Energy, had been completely renewed.
These were enough!
"BOOM——!!!"
The Heavenly Dao seemed enraged by this mortal's disrespect.
The originally violent purplish-red lightning abruptly contracted, transforming into a pitch-black, silent, and soundless Yin Thunder.
It did not destroy mountains.
It did not disturb ghosts or gods.
It only executed the human heart, extinguished the True Spirit, and destroyed the Dao foundation.
This was the Annihilation Divine Thunder!
Chen Huaian looked up.
Although he had never seen such a heavenly tribulation before.
A sudden burst of inspiration told him exactly what this sea of thunderclouds before him, this pressure as deep as an abyss and as oppressive as a prison, represented.
Wanting to directly erase him, Chen Huaian?
Interesting.
Sword Intent swirled in the depths of his eyes, shining even more brilliantly than that world-ending Yin Thunder.
"Come!"
A light shout, like jade shattering and pearls being cast.
The floating peak beneath his feet, which had borne the Nine Heavens Refining Profound Array for ten thousand years, could finally no longer withstand the force of this single step and crumbled apart with a thunderous roar.
Using this recoil force, Chen Huaian did not retreat but instead advanced.
At that moment, he was no longer a person.
He was a sword flowing against the current, crashing headlong into that pitch-black, deathly stillness.
CRACK!
The Black Scales Sword trembled and sang, clashing head-on with the Yin Thunder.
The sword was unleashed without regret!
This sword was light, as light as a sigh, slicing through the void without a trace of worldly aura.
This sword was also heavy, so heavy it seemed to be dragging the backbone of the entire human world.
It was clumsy, slow, yet carried a determination of "even if faced with ten thousand enemies, I will go forward," forcefully squeezing into the center of that destruction.
Before that stubborn sliver of sword light, so-called techniques, so-called Laws, all seemed pale and powerless.
CRACK——!
That Yin Thunder, enough to scatter the soul of a True Immortal, was actually split right down the middle by this single sword.
Countless free-floating electric serpents lost control, following the sword's body, madly pouring into Chen Huaian's body.
Pain.
Like ten thousand ants gnawing at the bones, like a thousand blades flaying the flesh.
But the smile on Chen Huaian's face grew even wilder.
"Hahaha! Well done!"
He was laughing.
He was using this heavenly tribulation to temper his body, using this destructive power to hone the supreme Dao foundation about to step into the Immortal Realm.
"More!"
His long hair danced wildly as he stepped upward into the heavens.
One step, one thunderclap.
One step, one ascension to immortality!
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Canglan miniature world.
Saint Soul City, Sky Battle Palace.
The night was like water, lights brilliant and dazzling.
Tonight's Imperial Capital was immersed in an ocean of joy.
The celebratory banquet for the winning group of the All-Continent Elite Soul Master Tournament was being held here.
Glasses were raised and clinked, wine cups passed back and forth.
The talented Soul Masters from various major academies conversed loudly and debated spiritedly.
They were all very young, their eyes holding the light unique to this age, yearning for the glory of tomorrow's finals, yearning for becoming famous in a single battle, known throughout the world.
"Drink this cup to the bottom!"
"For glory! Cheers!"
"Sister Goddess Qingran's sword strike today was too fierce! If not for her, we probably wouldn't have won so easily!"
Noise, flattery, elegant music intertwined to form a joyful atmosphere.
However.
At the center of this liveliness, the protagonist who should have been enjoying the spotlight had quietly left her seat.
On the highest star-gazing platform of Sky Battle Palace.
A solitary, cool, and graceful figure leaned against the railing alone.
Li Qingran.
The her of today had long since shed the naivety of when she first entered this miniature world.
A moon-white palace dress gown, her three thousand strands of black hair casually tied up, held only by a simple, ancient-looking wooden hairpin.
The wooden hairpin wasn't expensive, even a bit rough.
But it was the one Master had personally carved for her back then.
Moonlight spilled over her, plating her with a layer of holy and cool silver radiance, making her look like a Chang'e fairy from the Moon Palace who might ride the wind and return at any moment.
"Goddess Qingran, why are you drinking alone here?"
Footsteps sounded from behind.
A handsome young man wearing a gold-trimmed noble robe walked over holding a wine cup, his eyes filled with unconcealed admiration:
"This celebratory banquet loses much of its luster without you."
Li Qingran did not turn her head, her eyes faintly containing a trace of reminiscence.
Several months had passed since the Battle Soul Academy's preliminary rounds.
She hadn't even revealed all the trump cards Master had given her before fighting her way to first place in the finals.
And Battle Soul Academy had ultimately formed two teams, one of which she was the captain.
The captain of the other team was the man behind her, Xie Yue, hailed as the leader of the Battle Soul Hall's Golden Generation.
Time passed so quickly...
In the blink of an eye, she had already led her team members through countless trials, and tomorrow was the finals of the World Elite Soul Master Tournament.
During this time, a situation like last time where Master appeared in her dream never occurred again.
From anticipation, to disappointment, to gradually becoming calm.
Li Qingran felt that Master must be busy with something very important.
Her gaze passed through this bustling Imperial Capital, passed through the layers of sea of clouds, looking toward the distant east.
There, there was nothing particularly special.
Only a solitary moon, hanging high in the sky.
But for some reason.
Tonight's moon was a piercing, eye-stinging red.
Like blood.
"I dislike noise."
Li Qingran's voice was very light, carrying an aloofness that kept others a thousand miles away.
The smile on Xie Yue's face stiffened, and he stopped walking somewhat awkwardly: "Uh... Tomorrow is the finals. If Goddess Qingran is feeling a bit nervous, it's understandable. But with the fairy's current strength, leading the first team to victory is as easy as taking something from a bag..."
"Nervous..."
Li Qingran murmured as if in a dream.
Those clear, water-like eyes held not the slightest anticipation for tomorrow's battle, only a deeply hidden worry.
She didn't explain.
Because she had felt it.
Just now.
The very moment that red moon rose in the eastern sky.
Her heart had suddenly wrenched with pain.
It wasn't illness.
It was a bond originating from the depths of her soul, a perception that transcended space and time.
That was... Master's aura.
"He is fighting."
Li Qingran murmured to herself, her voice so light only the wind could hear it.
"What?" The young man didn't hear clearly and instinctively took a step forward.
Li Qingran still paid him no mind, not even sparing him a glance from the corner of her eye.
She slowly closed her eyes.
CRACK.
The jade wine cup in her hand silently turned to dust at this moment.
It wasn't due to losing control of her emotions.
It was her desperately suppressing the impulse to rush over regardless of everything.
Because she knew that before leaving this miniature world, she could go nowhere.
And the first condition to leave this miniature world was—to become a god!
The current her, although she was an outstanding talent among the younger generation in the Canglan Realm, on the battlefield Master faced, she might not even qualify to be a speck of dust.
Going would only make her a burden.
She didn't want to hide behind Master for a lifetime.
She didn't want to only be a burden.
Become a god...
She wanted to become a god!
"Master..." Li Qingran clasped her hands together, under the sky full of stars and the solitary moon, piously lowering her head.
She was the cool, aloof goddess in the eyes of those Soul Masters. Who had ever seen her appearance now, worrying for another?
She did not seek eternal life.
She did not seek invincibility in the world.
Li Qingran silently prayed in her heart.
She did not seek the world's prosperity and glory.
"Qingran seeks nothing else."
"Only... may Master be safe and well."
The wind blew her long hair.
At this moment.
That figure standing under the moonlight actually overlapped somewhat startlingly with that white-clothed Sword Cultivator currently fighting a bloody battle high in the Nine Heavens.
Solitude.
Firmness.
And... an unwavering forward march.
Xie Yue looked at Li Qingran's back. For some reason, a feeling of unworthiness arose in his heart.
He opened his mouth, only to find he couldn't say anything.
He could only silently retreat, not daring to disturb further.
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