manynovel Chapter 3295 Lesser Fullness (Congratulations to the Heavenly Dao)
Chapter 3295 Lesser Fullness (Congratulations to the Heavenly Dao)
"The Heavenly Dao Lord is inside!"
"Don't talk nonsense here, it would be bad if we got involved."
"Yeah, yeah, just shut up!"
"..."
These people haven't forgotten that the Heavenly Dao is like a madman; the Lei family head was killed the moment he asked one more question.
Of course, everyone felt it at that moment.
The cultivation world of the Extreme Plate is weakening and undergoing earth-shattering changes.
There are definitely more than just this many people in the Extreme Plate Immortal Cultivation World.
Where did the rest of them go? Everyone was filled with doubt at this moment, but no one dared to say it aloud.
Of course, everyone knew that this wedding was by no means a joyous occasion, but rather the beginning of a catastrophe.
Deep underground.
Senior Brother Chen Heng's body was completely covered by black patterns.
His aura became extremely violent, and the surrounding lava began to flow backward because of his breathing.
"Soon... soon..."
Chen Heng roared inwardly.
He could sense that the resentment of the myriad ghosts, as well as the ancient demonic energy faintly floating in this prison, had completely merged with his soul.
He is now the greatest demon in this extreme realm!
As soon as the wedding begins, as soon as Zhou Wenlun reveals even the slightest flaw...
He will burst forth from the earth and utterly shatter this false Heavenly Dao!
Inside the bedroom of the crimson palace.
Hu Xiaoman was already dressed.
She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her own reflection—a terrifyingly beautiful woman radiating an eerie red glow—and a cold smile curved her lips.
"Zhou Wenlun, thank you for 'The Record of Soul Cultivation'."
She turned her head and looked at Zhou Wenlun, her eyes revealing a calmness that made Zhou Wenlun feel inexplicably uneasy.
But he quickly suppressed this unease.
This is his world, he is the ruler, and no matter what Xiaoman does, she cannot escape his grasp.
Zhou Wenlun stepped forward, his deceptively charming eyes, as if they had been touched by a spring breeze, gently landing on Hu Xiaoman.
A gentle smile played on his lips, and his voice was as warm as the sun: "Xiaoman, we'll be husband and wife soon, you don't need to thank me."
"Today is an important day for us!"
"Let's get out!"
"Don't keep the people outside waiting!"
"According to the ritual, I must wait for you up ahead!"
"Xiaoman, remember, I am waiting for you ahead!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Wenlun disappeared into the crimson palace.
The heavy palace doors creaked open slowly to the sides.
The previously noisy wind suddenly fell silent.
The only sound in the world seemed to be the opening of those two doors, a dull sound like a death knell tolling in people's hearts.
All the cultivators kneeling outside the palace, whether they were members of the Feng, Lei, or Ning families, or members of various sects, subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the crimson palace that exuded overwhelming pressure.
A red figure emerged step by step from the depths of the dark hall.
The moment they saw the figure clearly, everyone present's pupils contracted sharply, and a bone-chilling coldness rushed up their spines to the top of their heads.
OMG!
What an amazing wedding dress it was!
It is not woven from silk, but formed from the resentment and blood of countless living beings.
The dark red skirt trailed on the ground like a flowing river of blood.
The skirt was densely embroidered with hideous human faces.
Those faces were not still; they twisted and struggled painfully on the fabric, emitting silent screams.
With every step taken, countless wronged souls roared.
With every movement, a strong stench of blood spread.
This is no wedding dress; it's clearly a purgatory draped over your body!
However, the woman wearing this terrifying wedding dress was breathtakingly beautiful.
Hu Xiaoman's long hair was not tied up, but was casually draped behind her, dancing wildly in the cold wind.
Her face was completely bloodless, so pale it was almost transparent, which only accentuated the depth and coldness of her eyes.
Her beauty is no longer the lively, charming, and vibrant beauty of the past.
Rather, it is a broken, desperate, yet desolate beauty imbued with an aura of destruction.
Like a red spider lily blooming above mountains of corpses and seas of blood, it is eerie and dangerous, yet captivating.
"Is this the bride?"
The head of the Ning family knelt on the ground, glanced at the man, and then lowered his head.
He had never seen such a horrific wedding.
I have never seen such a heartbreaking bride.
Hu Xiaoman stepped across the threshold expressionlessly.
The vengeful spirits emanating from her wedding dress were frantically eroding her soul, and the needle-like pain tormented her every moment.
But she didn't even frown.
Her gaze swept over the crowd and across the desolate landscape, landing on the man in dark red wedding attire ahead.
Zhou Wenlun looked exceptionally well at this moment, with a sickly flush on his pale face.
That dark red wedding dress was exactly the same as her own wedding gown, both embroidered with ghost patterns and exuding a nauseatingly evil aura.
When Zhou Wenlun saw Hu Xiaoman come out, his eyes were filled with ecstatic joy.
"Xiaoman..."
He murmured to himself and hurried to meet him.
He reached out, wanting to take Hu Xiaoman's hand.
Hu Xiaoman's fingers twitched slightly, a primal resistance from her body.
But the next second, she forcibly suppressed the nausea and let that cold, slippery, snake-like hand grasp her soft hand.
Icy.
Bitingly cold.
Zhou Wenlun's hands were completely cold, and even through the contact of their palms, Hu Xiaoman could clearly feel the nauseating ghostly aura emanating from his body.
That was the aura of the Ghost Lord.
She was all too familiar with that scent!
You look really beautiful today.
Zhou Wenlun gripped her hand tightly, with such force that it seemed he wanted to crush her bones.
He lowered his head, greedily inhaling the scent of blood and cold fragrance emanating from Hu Xiaoman, a look of ecstasy on his face.
“Look, heaven and earth are celebrating for us.”
He turned around, pulled Hu Xiaoman along, and faced the thousands of cultivators below.
"The auspicious time has come!"
With the enhancement of spiritual power, Zhou Wenlun's voice was like a rolling thunderclap, spreading throughout the entire Extreme Plate Realm.
"Today, I, your wife Hu Xiaoman, and I hereby pledge our marriage and vow to be forever united in heart and soul!"
"All beings, kneel in welcome!"
boom--!
As he finished speaking, an even more terrifying pressure from the heavens descended from the sky.
Congratulations on Tiandao's wedding!
Congratulations on Tiandao's wedding!
Under this oppressive force, the cultivators below had no choice but to kowtow to the dust and shout in unison.
The sound was deafening, yet there was not a trace of joy in it, only endless fear and sorrow.
The dark clouds in the sky churned even more violently, and black lightning streaked through the clouds, as if even the heavens were weeping for this absurd and cruel wedding.