nashuaworldcup Chapter 292 I am a little fish (47)
Chapter 292 I am a little fish (47)
Time seemed to slow down, making Jingli feel increasingly uncomfortable.
He belatedly realized that his current state was very much like being manipulated by a puppet thread called time.
And time is resisting his actions, tearing at his flesh, and shredding his thoughts.
Jingli felt a sudden alarm bell ringing in his mind. He tried to turn his head to look at Meng Li, but found that he could no longer move as he had before.
It was too slow, so slow that he barely twisted his body a degree before almost forgetting what he was trying to do.
The cemetery was now completely different from what it had been before.
The entire space had no sky or ground; it was all a dark yellow, like the color before a sandstorm.
The puppets, now back in their original positions, had eerily formed a circle when no one was watching. The beggar, now a child, was in the very center of the circle, peacefully closing his eyes.
Something is about to happen.
For the first time, Jingli concretely experienced what "the power of time and space" meant.
Just when Jingli thought he could only take things one step at a time, a warm feeling suddenly rippled across his shoulder.
The warmth seemed to resonate with the energy within him, allowing him to briefly break free from this constraint.
That was the divine power that Lu Mingguang left on him to save his life.
Then, the space trembled violently, but only for a few seconds.
As soon as the tremor began, Jingli felt a force gently enveloping him.
Gently, softly, just like Chun Xiaopian had done in Meng Li's inner quarters before.
This force protected him until the tremor subsided, then it reluctantly left.
At the same time, two more people appeared where the beggar had been.
No, actually there were three people.
Two of them are 6058, Lu Mingguang.
6058 held the little beggar in his arms, while Lu Mingguang supported the extra person.
Jingli's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly understood who it was—
Aside from the fragments of Chunqi who guard the crack in the blessed land, there will be no one else.
"Did you get it?"
Meng Li was asking about the core of the formation.
“Hmm.” Lu Mingguang raised an eyebrow and smiled, “The three spaces of the formation have merged, and this blessed land will soon disappear.”
"What about the crack?" Meng Li pressed.
"Don't worry," Lu Mingguang glanced meaningfully at the unconscious person on his body, "there won't be any cracks here anymore."
Meng Li nodded and proactively transferred a wisp of spiritual energy to Chun Qi: "He has a lot of demonic energy on him."
Lu Mingguang shrugged: "There's nothing we can do about it."
Since Chunqi entered these blessed lands that might develop cracks in his fragmented state, he must bear the consequences of falling into demonic possession.
After all, demons are fueled by desires, and even the so-called blessed lands that can form cracks have unresolved obsessive desires.
If Chunqi hadn't fought against the rift with his own strength, this world would have been riddled with holes long ago.
There were no words for a moment.
6058 and Jingli were somewhat tired due to their lack of strength, Meng Li was always quiet, and Lu Mingguang was quite serious in front of outsiders. Everyone waited quietly for the formation to end.
The dim yellow light in the space gradually brightened, giving the impression of dawn.
Within the halo of light, Jingli seemed to see a phantom figure walking towards the beggar who had turned into a child.
The attire looked very familiar; it belonged to the Imperial Preceptor.
The Grand Preceptor's phantom surrounded the child, seemingly touching him, yet not quite. The child appeared remarkably calm, a stark contrast to his previous demeanor within the small formation.
It was only then that Jingli noticed that the Imperial Preceptor did not seem to be a man, as the legends had suggested.
It was a woman.
Jingli found the answer to her relationship with the little beggar during her slow recovery.
The little beggar is her child.
But the little beggar's father was not from the Spirit Puppet Immortal Abode; that is to say, he was from the "enemy" side in that great battle.
Although they were not enemies when she became pregnant with the little beggar.
But things are impermanent.
Because of the imperial advisor, the little beggar gained access to the imperial family.
Because of the beggar's father, the beggar was sentenced to death.
The little beggar became the catalyst for the Grand Preceptor to promote the fusion of humans and puppets.
The little beggar was the only successful puppet, and also the only failure.
As the flashback ended, the formation gradually dissipated.
At that moment, a full moon hung in the sky outside.
The Tomb of Ten Thousand Burials of the Spirit Puppet is the Imperial Preceptor's obsession with the child, the Imperial Preceptor's obsession with the country, and the obsession of the entire country.
Jingli couldn't quite put her finger on how she felt.
Just like the final formation, it didn't seem to be as thrilling as I had imagined; the formation was broken just like that.
The entire Spirit Puppet Burial Mound did not contain as many rare and precious materials as one might imagine, nor did it contain the sensational stories of legend.
The appearance of the Spirit Puppet Burial Mound seems to be merely an attempt to once again display everything about the Spirit Puppet Immortal Abode under the moonlight.
Their obsession, their sorrow, what they could not obtain.
"They're out!"
A male voice broke the brief silence, followed by a whooshing sound.
Meng Li and Lu Mingguang reacted quickly, pushing 6058 and Jing Li away. Chun Qi was also transferred to Jing Li's back at this time.
Meng Li's spirit stone carriage was thrown out at the same time, and Jing Li and 6058 got into the car in perfect coordination and drove the car to avoid the battle.
It's clear that someone is guarding the exit of the blessed land, waiting to harvest the people inside.
The battle situation is complex, and even if Lu Mingguang and Meng Li are strong, they may not be able to protect 6058 and Jing Li.
Given that both of them are demons, if someone with ulterior motives instigates them, it's hard to guarantee that the fire won't spread to the two of them... Eryu.
Leaving is a good temporary solution, but not entirely—because people are already on their way here.
After settling Chunqi in, Jingli took out the talismans he had prepared long ago from his spatial storage and threw them at the pursuers as if they were free.
I've never faced so many people before, and today's attempt has proven to be far more powerful than Jingli had imagined.
The fire and lightning talismans caused a small explosion. Jing Li used energy to enhance it and control the blast radius. A single talisman could accurately stun a cultivator.
Jingli was secretly pleased, but her joy quickly faded.
Talismans are just talismans, but cultivators are living beings. Not to mention that the cultivators in this siege were all seasoned veterans, and they quickly adjusted their strategies and broke through the talisman encirclement in the scene.
Apart from a few rogue cultivators who were just taking advantage of the chaos, the main attacking cultivators made no attempt to disguise themselves. They openly wore the Misty Mountain uniforms, as if they were afraid others wouldn't know who they were.
A cultivator who appeared to be of considerable rank approached Jingli and their car like a ghost, a bolt of lightning gathering in his hand, about to be hurled at them.
Jingli thought to herself, "It's all over, it's all over." She took out an earth-type talisman to block the lightning, but the talisman could only withstand one attack. Her opponent's movements were extremely fast, and Jingli was no match for her.
With a clang, a white sword light flashed, and the cultivator was thrown back quite a distance.
A figure stood in front of the car, his green sleeves fluttering in the wind. He held no sword, only a folding fan, yet he exuded an aura of unparalleled strength.