TIC Chapter 34: The Past Hatred of the Golden-Eyed God

The reborned Demon Lord smiled internally and thought: I was so arrogant back then and didn’t even bother to give others the slightest bit of face, nearly destroying the spiritual heart of the Holy Son.

It wasn’t intentional. It was just that, since he was a child, Yin Changxin had always told him he was an immortal who would save the world. These questions that he’d brought up to make things difficult for Ji Na were actually questions that he’d been mulling over in his heart.
　
It was also because, due to Fang Zhiyuan’s childhood experience, he was angry with Ziwei Pavillion. So when he saw the Saint of Ziwei, he couldn’t help but question him in the most extreme way.

Actually, it was nothing.

He was just spouting sophistry nonsense. Any powerful person with a clear mind could have easily refuted his words. But Ji Na had never met someone like the Little Immortal Lin and was actually fooled by him.

Ji Na had even felt that he was knowledgeable, wise, and kind-hearted….What a poor, silly child.

Perhaps because Lin Fuqing’s thoughts had been wandering for too long, Fang Zhiyuan could no longer bear to watch and frowned as he asked in a low voice, “Shige? What are you waiting for?”

The unspoken question was: You’ve been looking forward to meeting Ji An for so long, and now that he is in front of you, you won’t approach him?

“…Yeah.” Lin Fuqing let out a cough to cover up his embarrassment. His eyes quietly turned toward the Holy Son of Ziwei, but his gaze unexpectedly stopped at the person who was walking toward Ji Na.

Elder Wang said respectfully, “Holy Son, you are frightened.” He bowed. “Please come aboard and rest.”

Ji Na raised his hand gently. “I’m fine. This is a very spiritual place and it would do me good to enjoy the breeze.”

Lin Fuqing suddenly felt confused.

The middle-aged monk with an ordinary face and the clothes he was wearing should be the elder of Ziwei Pavilion.

But he remembered that in his previous life, there was no such person around Ji Na.

A sense of caution intuitively rose, but he wasn’t afraid. Following the principle of asking questions when he did not understand something, he took two steps forward and smiled warmly, “May I ask who this immortal is?”

Elder Wang seemed to be surprised to be addressed. He turned and nodded with a relaxed expression. “I am Elder Wang Zhe of Ziwei Pavilion. Please forgive me for the lack of introduction, little immortal.”

Just as Elder Wang finished speaking, Lin Fuqing heard Fang Zhiyuan’s cold voice.

“For hundreds of years, there have always been five Ziwei elders, and none of them have the surname Wang.”

“Shige…something isn’t right, you should retreat first!”

Lin Fuqing became more cautious. At this moment, he heard the group of tool cultivators called from afar, “Holy Son, the formation had been repaired!”

Ji Na turned back to look at Lin Fuqing and said calmly, “Little Immortal Lin, we’ll meet again if luck allows.”

Lin Fuqing’s eyes dimmed, and he said, “Holy Son, wait a minute…”

Elder Wang silently stopped behind Ji Na and interrupted Lin Fuqing’s words. “The time has come, please get on the millet boat, Holy Son.”

His voice was not very loud, nor was it very powerful.

But the moment he heard this, Lin Fuqing seemed to feel thunder exploding in his ears, and understanding dawned!

How… could it be…

How is this possible…

“Shige?” Fang Zhiyuan was the first to notice his abnormality and whispered, “What’s wrong?”

“……”

Lin Fuqing gritted his teeth. His hand clenched over the hilt of his sword. Though he was tightly suppressing his emotions, the corners of his eyes had already turned red.

Although Zhiyian no longer remembered…but himself would never forget this voice, even in death.

Fang Zhiyuan took two steps forward and grabbed his wrist, saying in a louder voice, “Shige!”

Darkness swam across Lin Fuqing’s vision, and he seemed to be back at that last scene of his previous life.

It was a downpour that dragged on the night. When dawn finally arrived, at the foot of Mt Xiyun…laid the Immortal Sovereign Fang Zhiyian, bloodied and lifeless.

A divine sword had impaled through his sternum, directly piercing through his heart, and nailing him onto a large rock. The “True God” had sent that fatal sword that had cut off Fang Zhiyuan’s life.

Who… killed his star…

Who was it!!!

On the dead and desolate four peaks of Xuyun, a distant voice sounded from the sky:

“The next Immortal Sovereign Mu Hong! The time has come. Quickly capture the Demon Lord and bring him to see this True God.”

There was a red light in front of his eyes, redder than blood.

The voice echoed in his ears

“The time has come…”

It echoed endlessly.

“The time has come…”

Every bone in Lin Fuqing’s body seemed to be burning. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again. Then he removed Fang Zhiyian’s hand from his wrist and whispered, “Zhiyian, step back.”

The calmness of a Demon Lord had long been etched his blood, and it had been a long time since he lost control of his emotions. Such that Mu Qingxue had mocked that he was ruthless and heartless.

But now, his hatred was like a raging fire, like magna scorching his heart and spreading throughout his limbs.
　
A person, even if his appearance, voice, breath and temperament had changed, could not conceal the subtle habits of intonation when speaking.

Lin Fuqing said hoarsely. “Elder Wang, please stay.”

He raised his white sleeves and made a gesture of blocking the road from a distance. The spiritual energy around him rolled up and silently blocked Wang Zhe’s way.

When this “Elder of Ziwei Pavilion” said those words…

His tone was exactly like that of the True God that had killed Fang Zhiyian in their previous life.

Elder Wang slowly turned around, revealing an ordinary face, and asked, “Did the little immortal call me? What matter could be so important?”

Lin Fuqing’s eyes darkened. “The elder looks very familiar to me. I wonder if I have seen him before.”

Wang Zhe showed a look of surprise. “I have never met a disciple of Xuyun. Maybe I am old and my memory is no longer so good. Where has Immortal Lin seen me?”

Lin Fuqing did not answer, but turned to ask Ji Na, “Holy Son, it is a rare opportunity for us to have met. I wonder if my fellow disciple and I can borrow a ride?”

Ji Na said, “Of course, please.”

Wang Zhe’s expression changed slightly, and he seemed a little embarrassed. “Holy Son, this is against the rules…”

Ji Na shook his head calmly and said, “It’s okay.”

Wang Zhe’s expression darkened subtly and he quickly glanced at Lin Fuqing.

Lin Fuqing was also looking at Wang Zhe, with a smile in his eyes. “Elder Wang, it seems that you and I have a lot of free time to spend together. If we are really old friends, I am sure you will recognize me.”

“…….”

Before he had finished speaking, a layer of gloom covered Wang Zhe’s expression, and his lips slowly curved up into a smile.

He snorted and said with a smile. “Thanks to Immortal Lin for caring about his old friend. I remember it now.l

The moment he met that smiling face, Lin Fuqing’s heart seemed to skip a beat, and a kind of electric chill ran through his body!

Elder Wang walked towards Lin Fuqing.

Ji Na felt that something was wrong. “Elder?”

The Saint of Ziwei blinked as he spoke.

There was no trace of Elder Wang Zhe in sight.

There was only a flash of cold light, tearing the vision apart!

Wang Zhe suddenly jumped up, and a scimitar appeared in his hand. The blade was blinding and sharp, making people who saw it feel intense chill.

He seemed to have only taken a single step, but in the next moment, without any warning, the tip of his blade was already close to Lin Fuqing’s heart.

Everything happened too fast, and the scimitar moved too quickly. Lin Fuqing’s pupils dilated, and he only had the barest of time to block with his sword.

Clang! !——

The moment the tip of the blade touched the Tunan, an overwhelming force rushed over, causing severe pain in his internal organs.

Lin Fuqing’s face turned pale and he quickly retreated!

The murderous intent was like a net, covering the sky and the earth.

Under extreme tension, all his five senses were focused on the blade of the scimitar and nothing else.

Everything around him no longer exited.

Not the blue sky, the gentle breeze, nor the green grass.

Neither the star guardians and disciple of Ziwei Pavilion, nor Jina.

Even Fang Zhiyuan beside him…

Everything faded away.

In this vast void, Lin Fuqing saw a pair of golden eyes curved with a smile.

What kind of speed was that? A deadly sense of crisis swept through his body. The Tunan wailed under the huge force, and spiritual energy surged violently!!

Wang Zhe looked at him intently and said with a twisted smile, “I guess the Immortal Lord called me to ask for death. Now that we have met again after such a long separation, I must serve you.”

The scimitar and the sword separated and collided again, causing sparks to fly everywhere!

The force drove Lin Fuqing a step backward. In the struggle, he gritted his teeth and met the elder’s sinister gaze. “It’s you…!”

The golden light in the elder’s eyes only lasted for a moment, and now he looked no different from an ordinary cultivator. But Lin Fuqing never doubted what saw. 　

It’s you.

The person who had killed the star he’d spent nearly his whole life cherishing.

The situation had suddenly become chaotic, and the disciples of Ziwei Pavillion both on and off the boat cried out in shock. Ji Na also had not anticipated such a sudden change, and he asked in horror, “Elder—No, who are you?!”

Fang Zhiyuan was silent. As early as the moment when Wang Zhe attacked Lin Fuqing, everything else had lost its meaning.

He immediately drew his sword.

In the blink of an eye, his blade had already landed on Wang Zhe’s head.

Wang Zhe sneered. The scimitar in his right hand was still in a stalemate with Lin Fuqing’s Tuanan, and with a wave of his left hand, a second scimitar appeared out of thin air.

“Ants…you asked for this.”

Without even looking, he swung his sword back. It was as if he had a separate set of eyes, allowing him to accurately block Fang Zhiyuan’s Zaiya.

Spiritual energy exploded on the snow-white sword and the pitch-black knife.

It sent both of them flying backward at the same time. They crashed into the ground, sending gravel and sand flying everywhere!

Wang Zhe said, “Things will become much easier if I kill you earlier.”

Without pause, his two scimitars stabbed at them.

Suddenly, a silver-purple glow rose behind him, and Wang Zhe paused. He saw Ji Na floating in the air, holding a copper-colored astrolabe in both hands, with immortal symbols connected to form a vast star map on it.

“You are not a disciple of my Ziwei Pavilion…” Ji Na gritted his teeth and said, “How dare you pretend to be an elder? I’ll have you stand trial on the Mountains, Seas, and Stars Platform!”

The Purple Star Astrolabe opened, dyeing the clouds purple and casting a bright light visible to the entire Liuhua Continent.

“Disciples of Ziwei Sect,” the Holy Son said in a lofty voice, “follow my command and set up the Beidou Gang Formation!”

Sand flew wildly in all directions, and the wind grew fiercer. Lin Fuqing raised his sleeves and drew his sword. Tunan was like a light of frost as it stabbed out.

He shouted to Ji Na, “No! Tell everyone to retreat—!”

At the same time, Fang Zhiyuan’s blade cut diagonally from bottom up, arriving first.

This, one long knife and one sword approached Wang Zhe’s vital points from both sides.

“You’re trying to stop a chariot with your bare hands, and you still have the mind to care about others? Too late.” Wang Zhe’s eyes and mouth corners curved together, creating a sly smiling visage.

He swept the scimitar in his hand, and a terrifying aura slowly spread out with him as the center. The air suddenly became heavy as if filled with lead.

A pressure beyond the Nascent Soul stage rose rapidly, like a thousand-foot mountain rising from the ground, blocking out the sky and the sun.

Wang Zhe narrowed his eyes into slits.

Lin Fuqing and Fang Zhiyuan both felt as if their bones were being painfully crushed, and their swords were knocked away.

It was Mahayana!

They shot a quick glance at each other.

Ju Na was here to participate in the Golden Osmanthus Challenge, so how could he possible have a Mayayana cultivator with him?

The pressure of the Mahayana stage was so terrifying that the disciples of Ziwei pavilion could not withstand it. Soon, they cried out, vomited blood, and lost consciousness.

The light of the Purple Star Astrolabe dimmed as its shape began to dissipate and lose clarity. Ji Na could not bear the backlash and fell to the ground, unable to move.

Wang Zhe pointed his finger into the air and said, “Holy Son, you should take a rest.”

“You…exactly…” Jina couldn’t even muster the strength to resist. His body trembled, and his eyes closed as he fainted. .

He fell to the ground like a puppet that had lost its support, blood trickling down from the corners of his mouth. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

The situation was dire.

Fang Zhiyuan moved his fingers slightly, and a teleportation talisman fell from his Qiankun bag, landing silently at Lin Fuqing’s feet.

He watched Wang Zhe vigilantly and whispered, “…Go back to Liuhua Continent and call for help.”

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