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Chapter 1371: Chapter 1247: The Demise of The Quiet One
On the dam.
Li Fan had already left, leaving only The Quiet One alone.
The dam underwent a great change. The inherent rules behind the dam had been entirely extracted by Li Fan, and a Divine Sword was thrust into the dam, separating the river of time.
At this moment, a white-haired man slowly climbed up the dam.
The Quiet One still gazed into the distance behind the dam, without turning his head, he said:
“You’ve come.”
It seemed he already knew this person would come.
Behind him, the white-haired man looked at him, with a deep hatred in his eyes, murderous intent bursting forth, step by step approaching The Quiet One.
This person… was none other than Ao Wushuang!
—In the Ten Thousand Dao Gate, he had cultivated painstakingly for countless ages, and with the guidance from the Divine Jumper, his power had advanced by leaps and bounds.
Today, he had come.
For revenge!
Avenging Lu Cailing the Little Monkey!
“You are the most gifted person to become The Quiet One.”
Yet The Quiet One spoke, saying:
“Do you remember the previous life?”
“I gave you the Great Dao, the Lone One, just a starting point. You only need to take one more step to find the gate leading to The Quiet One.”
“It’s a pity you gave up, after you annihilated the Divine Path civilization, you were distracted by a Heart Ape.”
He shook his head, seemingly regretting it deeply, but then he said:
“This life, I will personally open the path to The Quiet One for you.”
“Death farewell, has already bestowed upon you, the next story, called ‘Incompetence.’
He slowly turned around, looked at Ao Wushuang, and a hint of admiration suddenly appeared in his eyes, saying:
“You have obtained the Path of Ignorance, not bad, not bad.”
“With this path, you are third in the world, you have enough strength, enough anger… Now your mindset is at an unprecedented peak.”
“Shatter your Dao heart, extinguish your confidence… and afterward, whether you accept it or not, the Quiet Path is your destiny.”
He laughed, a laughter filled with an invincible arrogance and disdain, saying:
“Make your move, I let you attack a thousand times!”
I let you attack a thousand times!
Ao Wushuang roared with clenched teeth, saying:
“I’ll kill you!”
His white hair suddenly danced wildly, each strand like it carried the Great Dao of ancient times, merging all the Supreme Dao into one furnace, like a swirling vortex, like a storm of rules sweeping across the top of the dam!
The Myriad Dao roared!
For countless years, Ao Wushuang had worked hard on myriad Daos, his cultivation level now on par with the Divine Jumper of old, or even further because he had infinite combat intent, a fiery vengeance!
At this moment, the Great Dao roared, the Taiji Diagram Without Beginning or End, the Supreme Domain Without Life or Death, the dazzling Light of Destruction, and the earth-shattering killing intent…
All merged into one!
As if all the supremes in the world were taking action, Ao Wushuang, using all his life’s strength, shook the river of stars of time, even the Nether Oblivion Sea on the periphery was therefore stirred, waves crashing on the shore!
Chaos, destruction, explosion… the surge of power was like a wave devouring the heavens, like a tsunami rushing towards The Quiet One.
Tears filled Ao Wushuang’s eyes, with hate, with a surging passion and fierce fury.
He couldn’t forget the running and evasion, ultimately failing to find his anchor.
He couldn’t forget the expressions of Little Monkey in front of the Flower-Fruit Mountain Water Curtain Cave.
…
At this moment, Ao Wushuang ignited his own life, using the flame of life to bloom the Dao Rose, which was the resonance of White Mist and Black Mist, bringing forth the power, his strongest strike honed through countless ages of silent cultivation!
White Mist as fuel, Darkness as fire, igniting in an instant, the Dark Rose like a doomsday demon flower, floated towards The Quiet One amidst the endless storm!
This was his sole thought after countless years, the only way to kill The Quiet One!
The Flame of Darkness and Dark Rose within him originated from The Quiet One.
Yet it also contained the White Mist Origin from the small mountain village.
He hadn’t yet birthed a personal set of rules, but he intended to use his life to unleash the destructive power of White and Black Mist to crush The Quiet One’s rule power!
Endless supreme killing Divine Skills surged forward.
The rules of the Great Dao already arrived.
The Quiet One watched all this, yet only smiled slightly.
He merely waved his sleeve.
As if clouds at the horizon dissipated instantly, as if shadows were swept away, the countless power unleashed by the Myriad Dao couldn’t harm him at all!
Under the law… Supreme, too, is but an ant!
He walked from the storm, untouched by myriad killings, with a thought, those destructive energies all vanished like smoke.
He raised his hand, and the Black Rose Ao Wushuang created with life as fire, with White and Black Mist added, fell into his hand.
That rose, with a wisp of energy capable of annihilating the heavens, capable of plunging the current universe into annihilation a thousand times over.
But, falling into his hand at this moment, it was still and tranquil, unmoving.
“Poof—”
Ao Wushuang looked at The Quiet One, his eyes blood-red, filled with helplessness and bitter resentment, a deep sense of despair and sorrow filled his heart.
It’s not possible…
Even though he gave all his effort, drained his blood dry, burned his life, he still couldn’t touch even a corner of The Quiet One’s robe…
The infinite fury in his heart suddenly seemed to lose its direction of burning.
“Little Monkey… I tried my best.”
“I’m coming to you.”
He closed his eyes, a tear slid from his eye corner, then he fell backwards atop the dam.
Ao Wushuang, having spent his life escaping, finally attaining supremacy, yet at the peak was nearly lost, unable to find his anchor.
When he finally found his anchor, he witnessed with his own eyes, the joyous and beautiful Lu Cailing being obliterated by The Quiet One with a single finger.
He no longer fled, after withering countless ages, cultivated the Myriad Dao, embarked on his life’s bravest campaign towards the Nether Oblivion Sea and the dam, where even supremes dared not tread.
He reached the dam, struck against The Quiet One, first in the world.
And then, he perished.
And The Quiet One, looking at Ao Wushuang lying on the dam, a trace of melancholic sadness revealed itself in his smile.
“Much stronger than I was back then.”
He spoke, suddenly walking towards the deceased Ao Wushuang, and then, unexpectedly placed the Black Rose on Ao Wushuang’s chest.
His figure suddenly became very faint, streams of mysterious power flowed from his body into the Dark Rose.
“You will be the next Quiet One.”
“However, you will no longer be lonely, no longer despairing, you will be full of hope, behind you will be those you protected for a lifetime.”
He spoke softly, his own rule power completely dissipating.
His cultivation level completely lost.
“Thank you…”
He said thanks to Ao Wushuang.
Then turned away, no longer caring for Ao Wushuang, but step by step, walked towards the end of the dam.
At the end of the dam, there lay a coffin.
The coffin seemed stored in the wilderness of time, for countless ages, ignored.
A Crystal Coffin, with cold mist lingering, transparent and pure.
Inside the coffin, a woman lay quietly.
The woman’s face was stunningly beautiful, her expression calm, the corner of her lips seemed to carry a faint smile, her lips still red, her skin like frost and snow.
She was dressed in a bright red long dress.
That was a wedding dress.
“Lan’er, I have come.”
The Quiet One’s steps were already somewhat staggering, his hair turned white, his appearance aged, having lost all his cultivation, his life had reached its end.
He remembered countless ages ago, when all his old friends died, and he was alone in the Domain of Utmost Darkness, tormented by time, losing himself…
It was she who came.
She gave all her blood, sacrificed her life.
She brought back his clarity, helping him find his anchor again.
She said that her greatest regret in this life was not being able to become his wife.
The day she died, in a bright wedding dress, she smiled joyously like a flower.
The Quiet One smiled, smiled and smiled, tears rolling down from his old eyes.
He struggled to carry the coffin, his aged body bearing his beloved, walked towards the already dug grave.
After waiting untold ages, he was finally freed from the control of his personal rules.
To be buried with his wife.
He buried himself and his wife at the end of an unknown time.
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