togophonebook Chapter 616 The Great Golden Dragon watched Jiang Chacha die in front of him time and time again.
Chapter 616 The Great Golden Dragon watched Jiang Chacha die in front of him time and time again.
Chapter 616 The Great Golden Dragon watched as Jiang Chacha died before his eyes time and time again.
With a loud bang, a cracking sound, as if the earth were splitting open, emanated from the Youdu Mountain that the giant crab had transformed into.
After the earth-shaking, cracking sound subsided, a large amount of black water gushed out from underground and flowed into the surrounding gaps and abysses, encircling Youdu Mountain in the middle.
As the black water accumulated, layers of thick, dark fog rose from its surface.
A dark fog shrouded Youdu Mountain. In no time, even Chongming, standing in the air, could not see the true appearance of Youdu Mountain; all he could see was a thick, dark fog.
Chongming took a deep look at Youdu Mountain, which was shrouded in dark mist, then mobilized his divine power and headed towards Qitian Mountain.
The sun hangs high in the sky, scorching the earth. There is no night, only day and blazing sun. All things in the world, whether alive or dead, cannot find any shelter and are exposed to the scorching sun. They either die or barely survive.
The divine power and dragon god power that Chongming possessed were completely useless in this ancient primordial era, before the war between the lich and the demon.
He cannot summon wind, rain, or dew to nourish all things; his divine power is only for his own use.
He wanted to help the people of the Nine Provinces and the spirits of the Four Seas, but he couldn't help them. He could only fly in the sky and watch as many living things died from the sun and thirst, their corpses becoming nourishment for the earth.
He braved the scorching sun for ten days to reach Qitian Mountain, where the area below was teeming with people, spirits, and demons.
They spontaneously formed a circle around the foot of Qitian Mountain, praying to the heavens that the ten suns would hurry away and that a storm would soon arrive.
On Qitian Mountain, Nüren, holding a witch's staff, dressed in a blue robe and black gown, and adorned with the most magnificent jade and pearl headdress, chanted and danced to the sky, praying for rain.
There was no rain, not even a drop of rain.
Her bare feet were scorched by the hot rocks, her skin was peeling off in patches from the sun, her eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were cracked and bleeding, the blood scabbing over.
She kept jumping, kept singing, kept being scorched, there was no wind, no rain, nothing at all.
Chongming wanted to help her, to shield her from the sun, but it was no use. His body was like a phantom, and the sunlight still shone through it.
He was so anxious that even his tears could no longer cause a gentle breeze or drizzle; they dried up instantly upon hitting the ground.
The woman continued dancing and chanting as if she couldn't see him, for one day, two days, three days, four days, and countless days.
Her sorcery, the sorcery that allowed her to communicate with heaven and earth, seemed to have lost its power, as if it had vanished, as if she was no longer a great sorceress.
She was unwilling to accept this, so she used her heart's blood as a blade and her witch's soul as a sacrifice to communicate with heaven and earth and offer sacrifices to the gods.
"No, no..."
Chongming pleaded with her, tears streaming down his face, as if he were pleading with Nuren, or perhaps with Jiang Chacha.
"Don't die, don't die, I beg you, don't die, Nuren, Jiang Chacha, I beg you, don't die, don't die..."
A white blade flashed across the sky, piercing straight for Nuren's brow.
Nu Ren clutched her torn chest, her face tanned and disheveled by the sun, and looked at Chong Ming kneeling before her, pleading. When she opened her mouth, her throat was dry and hoarse, as if it were on fire and tearing apart.
"Little dragon brat, don't beg me not to die. You said you fell in love with me after my reincarnation, you said you came from the future, you knew all along that I would die now, you knew all along how I would die."
"Do not grieve or be sad about what you already know. To die for all things in the world is the highest honor I could have had in this world."
“I just communicated with the gods between heaven and earth. The gods said that the ten suns that descended from the sky were meant to burn everything and to exterminate the human race.”
“I said, no, the human race cannot be destroyed. The human race, along with demons, monsters, and monsters, are all part of this world and cannot be destroyed.”
The deity then asked me, "You say they cannot be destroyed, so how do you ensure their immortality?" I replied, "I can sacrifice myself to the sun, standing eternally as a sacrifice within the Qitian Mountain seal, forever protecting heaven, earth, humanity, and all things."
"The gods have agreed to my request, willing to offer myself as a sacrifice in exchange for the eternal preservation of all things in the world!" "However, the most cruel and violent witch sacrifice is required, which means I must be exposed to the sun for ten days to die. Only by offering myself as a sacrifice can I reach an agreement with the gods in the heavens."
Chongming shook his head and reached out to touch her, but his hand passed right through her body, through her hand: "No, no, no..."
The woman raised her sun-dried, chapped hand to touch him.
It touched it instantly.
Chongming instantly grabbed her hand and said, "I don't want you to die. Whether you are Nüren or Jiang Sha who will be reincarnated in the future, my wife, Jiang Chacha, I don't want you to die."
Nu Ren suddenly smiled: "So my reincarnations have so many names. So, you and my reincarnations have such a long history and such a deep connection."
“Good, very good. You see, death is life. I will never die. Therefore, to die as a sacrifice for all things in the world is the highest honor for me as a shaman.”
"Do not……"
The woman withdrew her hand from his body.
Chongming wanted to grab her again, to touch her again, but he couldn't reach her at all. The moment his fingers touched her, his body passed right through her.
Nu Ren's cracked lips still held a smile as she looked at Chong Ming, whose face was covered in tears: "Alright, little dragon cub, don't cry. You should be happy that I'm dying."
"Only when I die can you meet my reincarnation, right? Only when I die can you fall in love with my reincarnation, right?"
Chongming opened his mouth and squeezed out the words with great difficulty: "If I don't fall in love with your reincarnation, I can keep you alive. I can choose not to love you and go far away."
She died in front of him time and time again.
Is it because you love him?
Was he the calamity destined for her?
Nu Ren laughed out loud in a dry, hoarse voice: "You little dragon cub, you're so adorably silly."
"You came from the future, you fell in love with my reincarnation, and my reincarnation fell in love with you. This is an established fact. It's not something that can be changed just because you say you don't love me anymore, nor is it something that can be changed just because you say you'll go far away."
"You have to accept what has become a fact, not run away from it, not just say you don't want it, understand?"
Chongming opened his mouth, speechless, tears streaming down his face. In his heart, he prayed for rain to fall and for Nüren not to die.
Nu Ren raised her witch spirit staff, condensing a tear that had rolled down Chongming's cheek, enveloping him in that salty tear.
Chongming's expression changed drastically. He tried to tear open the bundle of tears, but once again found that his divine power was useless.
Seeing him pounding away like a madman, the woman gestured for him to be quiet.
Chongming stopped pounding and tearing, and knelt dejectedly in the bubbles of tears, looking at Nüren through the bubbles.
Nuren slowly faced the ten suns, knelt down, opened her arms, and made the most devout gesture of self-sacrifice with her head held high, chanting a sacrificial incantation.
For ten days, the scorching sun beat down on her body, drying out her flesh and cracking her skin.
She is a witch, and she possesses witchcraft. She has a witch's staff, and she is not easily killed by the sun. She endures the pain of being exposed to the sun every day and every hour.
One day, two days, three days, five days, ten days—there are ten suns in the sky, and she was exposed to the sun for a full ten days before she died.
Her body, like a charred corpse still burning, stood atop Mount Qitian, unyielding and inextinguishable...