nashuaworldcup Chapter 118 The Wrath of Heaven
Chapter 118 The Wrath of Heaven
In the days that followed, Shan Zhizhi's condition blossomed like a flower in spring, gradually blooming with vigor. His complexion shifted from pale to rosy, and his eyes regained their vitality. With meticulous care, he gradually recovered, and each follow-up visit brought joyful news.
Meanwhile, Ying Xuan found life at the base somewhat difficult to adapt to. While the atmosphere there was filled with striving and passion, it seemed a bit oppressive to her, accustomed to freedom and tranquility. So, she decided to return to the unfinished building. Though simple, it was filled with a familiar atmosphere, giving her a sense of security and comfort.
Upon their return to the city, Di Xin and Bai Fan were faced with a busy schedule of announcements. Having already established a certain level of fame in the entertainment industry, they were flooded with invitations that had been piling up for various reasons. Though exhausted, they were filled with anticipation and longing for the future. Each announcement was a solid step toward their dreams.
Elsewhere, Gu Yanqing, Mu Ya, and the others had returned to the sect. They had gained a great deal from this training, greatly improving both their cultivation and their state of mind. At that moment, they sat quietly in the sect's main hall, digesting the gains of this training. A sense of tranquility and peace permeated the air, as if even time had slowed down and stretched out.
Ying Ni spent several days recuperating in the unfinished building, her body and mind gradually regaining their former vitality. She often stood by the window, gazing deeply at the gloomy sky outside, silently plotting a strategy for negotiating with the Heavenly Dao, hoping to reach some kind of agreement with Tianjizi. Although she knew the road ahead was filled with uncertainty and challenges, her eyes gleamed with unwavering determination and unyielding tenacity.
However, the negotiations did not begin as she had hoped. Ying Li attempted to communicate with Tian Dao, but it seemed that Tian Dao had fallen into a deep slumber. She tried every possible means to awaken Tian Dao, but found herself facing an invisible barrier that effectively blocked Tian Dao from any contact with the outside world.
Just as Ying Ni's patience was running out and she began to consider resorting to force, an unusual sight suddenly appeared in the city's sky. The once clear sky began to become overcast, with heavy clouds hanging low, as if ready to descend at any moment, creating a suffocating sensation. Thunder rolled through the clouds, and from time to time, dazzling flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, crashing down and illuminating the earth, as if the laws of nature were demonstrating their supreme majesty to the world.
Faced with this sudden change, people looked up at the sky in horror, bewildered by the sudden vision. Ying Ni, standing atop the unfinished building, felt the force of the thunder and lightning, and an inexplicable power surged within her. She suddenly realized it was the wrath of the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao had finally awakened, and this anger must have been due to its perception of the manipulation and disrespect shown to it by some.
Dark clouds rolled in, thunder and lightning roared, and the entire city was shrouded in an oppressive and tense atmosphere. Ying Ni stood upstairs, calmly observing how the Heavenly Dao was searching for the culprits. She knew that the Heavenly Dao's wrath would not be easily quelled.
Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky began to dissipate, and Ying Ni felt that the aura of the Heavenly Dao also disappeared. This showed that the Heavenly Dao had found those who manipulated it and was holding them accountable. She knew that this game with the Heavenly Dao had just begun.
Within the vast expanse of the Three Thousand Worlds, lies a mysterious corner unknown to the world. Within this realm, enveloped by the azure sky, a magnificent palace stands silently. Its surface is covered with intricate totems, which not only adorn the palace but also emanate an ancient and mysterious aura. However, this tranquility and peace were short-lived. A sudden calamity shattered this peace.
Above the palace, the sky had been clear, but suddenly, a thick, dark cloud gathered. These clouds rolled and roared, as if filled with endless rage and power. Within the clouds, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Thick streaks of lightning, like angry dragons, pierced through the sky, heading straight for the center of the palace.
At this critical moment, a figure flashed swiftly in a corner of the palace. He wore a mask, his form ghostlike; it was the one who had sensed the approaching calamity. Facing the thunderbolts falling from the sky, he dared not slack off for even a moment, dodging frantically. Every leap, every roll, he perfectly avoided the thunderbolt's bombardment.
However, the Heavenly Dao seemed unsatisfied with attacking him alone. When it realized the thunder was unable to harm the masked man, it suddenly redirected its attack, striking directly at the surrounding buildings. Instantly, the palace's pavilions, terraces, bridges, and waterside pavilions were reduced to dust by the thunder's bombardment. Stones shattered, dust billowed, and the entire space seemed completely destroyed.
Finally, the thunder ceased, the dark clouds dissipated, and tranquility returned to the world. But the palace was now a ruin, devastated, a sight bereft of its former splendor and magnificence. The masked figure, his hair disheveled and his clothes tattered, stood alone among the rubble. Facing this desolate scene, a complex and profound expression glimmered in his eyes.
He thought to himself that he had only made some insignificant little moves, but Heaven had punished him so severely and destroyed the stronghold he had worked so hard to build.
"Boss, what should we do now?" The younger brother who survived the thunder attack just now saw the figure of his boss and hurried forward to ask.
"You ask me, who should I ask?" Someone replied angrily. Seeing the younger brother still standing there in a daze, he immediately kicked him and said, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and gather the survivors, pack up your things and leave."
Someone knew that such a big movement in Tiandao would definitely attract the attention of certain people, and he had to leave here before those people arrived.
So when some people came to this space, they saw ruins, no sign of human presence, only dead silence and desolation.
On the way back, the Heavenly Dao seemed unable to suppress its anger, and from time to time it dropped a few fierce thunders, as if after roaring angrily, it left with an irresistible force.
Ying Li felt deeply the wrath of Heaven. She knew clearly in her heart that with that man's powerful strength, Heaven could not cause any substantial harm to him.