manynovel Chapter 147 The Black and White Impermanence are here, recounting your crimes.
Chapter 147 The Black and White Impermanence are here, recounting your crimes.
The Ghost King was actually... crawling.
In the most humble yet resolute way, it climbs toward its god.
The two dark golden lights on the horns of the throne became increasingly dazzling.
The light extended downwards, stretched, and twisted, eventually outlining two distinct human figures on the open ground in front of the throne.
One black, one white.
They were tall and thin, wearing tall hats. One held a mourning stick, and the other held a soul-snatching rope.
They didn't emit any energy fluctuations; they just stood there quietly, as if they had been there since the beginning of creation.
But the moment they appeared, the air in the entire square changed. The wind stopped, the remains of the howling ghost soldiers were completely reduced to dust, and even Wen Yue's rapid breathing from blood loss in the distance became barely audible.
The entire first squad gripped their weapons tightly.
"Black and White Impermanence..." Lu Yan's voice was very low.
The two beings before the throne ignored the Ghost King crawling at their feet and the first squad standing ready for battle.
White Impermanence took out a booklet from his sleeve, with the character "evil" written on the cover in cinnabar. Black Impermanence also took out a booklet, which only had the character "good" on it.
One takes good, the other takes evil.
The White Impermanence opened the Book of Evil and spoke in a tone devoid of any emotion, as if reciting legal statutes; his voice resonated directly in everyone's minds.
"Wang Er was born in the Jiawu year of the previous dynasty. He was originally from Luzhou in Huainan Circuit. At the age of seven, he pushed a three-year-old girl from next door into a well in order to fight over half a steamed bun."
At thirteen, he joined a security escort agency. To learn his master's true skills, he secretly poisoned his food for three years. At twenty-one, to seize the position of head escort, he colluded with bandits, resulting in the tragic death of his entire family of seventy-three.
With each verse recited by Bai Wuchang, the body of the prostrate ghost king would convulse violently, its black keratin layer cracking inch by inch, oozing out more foul-smelling liquid.
"At twenty-five, he joined the army. In pursuit of military merit, he killed innocent civilians and claimed credit for it, slaughtering 541 people in a village and reporting it as 'slaying the enemy chieftain in battle.' At thirty, he rose to the rank of guerrilla general. To embezzle military pay, he withheld rations, causing three thousand of his comrades to freeze to death in the snowstorm beyond the Great Wall..."
The crimes were listed one by one, each one shocking.
Bai Wugai closed the evil book.
On the other side, Black Impermanence opened the pitifully thin book of good deeds.
"Wang Er, at nine years old, gave a beggar a coin. At nineteen, he helped an old woman cross the street."
After reading it aloud, Black Impermanence closed the booklet.
The entire room fell silent.
Both Black and White Impermanence lowered their heads at the same time, looking at the pool of black, rotting flesh at their feet that was almost climbing up the steps of the throne.
"Your sins are heinous, but you have done two minor acts of kindness," White Impermanence declared. "Your merits and demerits cannot offset each other."
"Judgment," Black Impermanence uttered only one word.
The soul-hooking rope in his hand came to life, shooting out like a venomous snake and wrapping around the core of the rotting flesh.
With a flick of his wrist, Hei Wuchang forcibly pulled the lump of rotten flesh from the ground, stretched and deformed it in mid-air, and reformed it into the shape of the Ghost King.
But now, the Ghost King was no longer as fierce as before. It was suspended in mid-air by chains, its four arms hanging limply at its sides, and the ghostly fire in its single eye had dimmed to just a tiny flame.
The white impermanence's mourning staff slammed down on his head.
There was no energy burst, no distortion of laws; it was just an ordinary blow.
Snapped.
The Ghost King's left arm snapped off and fell to the ground, turning into a pool of black water.
Snapped.
Right arm.
Pop, pop, pop.
Each strike of the mourning staff landed precisely on the Ghost King's joints and vital points.
The sounds of bones cracking and flesh tearing apart were incessant. The Ghost King couldn't even let out a scream; he could only twitch futilely, bound by chains.
This was a one-sided, predictable execution.
Zhao Lei's eyelids twitched as he watched, and he subconsciously touched his newly acquired helmet. If he had faced those two just now, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand even a single blow.
Lin Chuxue quietly took two steps back and hid behind Zhao Leiguang's broad back.
After a few blows, the Ghost King was beaten beyond recognition, barely clinging to life, hanging on the chains like a rag doll.
The Black and White Impermanence stopped.
They turned around, and for the first time, those two pairs of pure black eyes, devoid of any whites, fell upon the first squad.
"The Emperor of Fengdu has more important things to do."
The White Impermanence's voice remained calm, but it carried an added layer of meaning: "These are some small favors he is giving you."
Black Impermanence added, "Please accept it."
As soon as they finished speaking, their figures began to fade, like ink drops falling into clear water, quickly spreading and dissipating.
The skeletal throne also vanished, as if it had never existed.
In the square, only the Ghost King, hanging in mid-air by the Soul-Snatching Rope, remained, barely clinging to life.
The team members were stunned at first, then realized what was happening.
Is this... a suicide mission?
"What are you all standing there for!" Lu Yan shouted.
Without him saying anything more, Xiao Qianyu's Dragon King Halberd was already in action, its flash strike directly hitting the Ghost King's back and piercing through him with a single spear thrust.
Wen Yue's high-explosive grenade followed closely, exploding precisely at the location of the Ghost King's one eye. Lin Chuxue's crimson magic orbs were then splattered onto it without restraint.
Zhao Leiguang and Shen Xinglin exchanged a glance and rushed forward, unleashing a barrage of attacks on the immobile target.
The poor Ghost King, in the last moment of his life, endured a saturation attack that he could not comprehend at all. He didn't even have time to say a last word before he was completely transformed into countless specks of light.
The Ghost King did not drop any equipment.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
All eyes were focused on the center of the square.
As the Ghost King died, the ground began to tremble violently. Three enormous coffins slowly rose from the ground.
On the left is a bronze coffin, its surface engraved with ancient birds, beasts, insects, fish, sun, moon, and stars. It was previously the coffin of Chi You, the warlord.
On the right side, it is made entirely of an unknown black crystal. Inside the crystal, it seems that billions of stars are slowly flowing, constantly changing.
Just looking at it makes you feel like your spirit is being sucked in and sinking into an endless void.
The one in the very center is a warm, white jade coffin.
It has no fancy carvings, just the purest white jade, yet it exudes a profound and peaceful aura that embraces all things and bears everything.
The three coffins represent three choices.
"Which one should I choose?" Zhao Leiguang scratched the back of his head, looking troubled. He thought they were both pretty awesome.
Lu Yan did not hesitate.
He stepped past the bronze coffin, ignoring the alluring yet dangerous starry coffin, and walked straight to the white jade coffin in the middle.
He reached out and gently pressed his hand on the cool, smooth surface of the jade coffin.
The moment his palm touched the coffin, a message flooded into his mind.
Houtu transformed herself into the cycle of reincarnation, and her body guarded the earth's veins across the nine provinces.
If she awakens, the resource production of all secret realms throughout China will increase tenfold.
All Chinese people, whether or not they are awakened, will receive the blessings of the earth.
Physical strength and recovery ability are greatly enhanced.
Lu Yan's fingers tightened.
It is it.
Chi You, the master of war, is the spear of the Chinese nation, unparalleled in sharpness, and the master of killing.
This Empress Houtu is the shield, the foundation, and the guarantee for the survival and development of all Chinese people.
To build a strong nation, one must first build a strong people.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Yan slowly poured his energy into the white jade coffin.