Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 243, Section 034: They finally confronted each other.

【The Cuckoo's Cry of Blood】could clearly sense that 【All Rivers Flow into the Sea】, having been provoked, was forcefully binding its own life energy to it and devouring it greedily.

"No!"

Its expression grew increasingly terrified. The energy of the destiny was its capital for becoming stronger. Once it was swallowed by [Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea], all its painstaking efforts would be completely wasted on someone else.

“【All Rivers Flow into the Sea】is not activated like this at all!” it muttered to itself.

This is a legend passed down from ancient times. It requires collecting a hundred "rivers" (a type of ancient Chinese river) over hundreds of years to awaken the "River Flows into the Sea" and gain the ability to grant a wish. For thousands of years, humans, Others, and the "Rivers Flows into the Sea" have fought endlessly for this power. Dynasties have risen and fallen dozens of times, but no one has ever been able to truly awaken it. Even the countless cataclysmic events of the past ended in the process of collecting the "Rivers Flows into the Sea," but no one could survive to reach the hundredth stage.

The phrase "The cuckoo cries blood" is also a metaphor, reflecting its deep understanding of the gap between itself and "all rivers flow into the sea."

As its name suggests, "Hundreds of Rivers Flow into the Sea" contains the earth-shattering power to defy fate and requires the sacrifice of a hundred edicts written over a hundred years. "The Cuckoo Cries Blood" is an edict written by an emperor, but emperors are ultimately still human. As for "Hundreds of Rivers Flow into the Sea"... many people don't even know its origin, only that it has been passed down since ancient times.

Now, that primordial behemoth has opened its blood-red maw and is devouring its energy without restraint.

The cuckoo's cry of blood has already shown its fear. When the Hundred Rivers Converge into the Sea appears, all struggles will be meaningless. The weak will only become its sacrifices to be devoured.

What's infuriating is that those damned Fate Masters didn't mention to me at all that this kid actually possesses the [Hundred Rivers Converge into the Sea]!
The energy of the command was too complex, and it had transformed into a howling energy storm. With the rage of [Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea], it shot straight into the sky like a tornado.

Chen Ruolan and Sanshui Linxin could not see any changes in the fate message, but they vaguely noticed that Jin Ziyue had regained his mobility and that the evil spirit [Dujuan Ti Xue] was emitting hysterical screams.

It's obvious that Jin Ziyue used some winning strategy.

San Shui breathed a slight sigh of relief, and the two women smiled at each other.

“I told you this guy came prepared,” Chen Ruolan said, rubbing her nose and grinning. “When he gets ruthless, he can even use himself as a tool, especially when he’s in a passive situation and in a desperate situation, he becomes the perfect ‘trap trigger.’”

The woman with burgundy hair gave Jin Ziyue a deep look, while the man only showed them his desolate back.

She said slowly, "This guy is willing to sacrifice himself without batting an eye for his ultimate goal. He's ruthless to others, but even more ruthless to himself. That's probably what they mean by this kind of guy."

San Shui lowered her head silently, and for some reason, her eyes welled up with tears.

She also knew that Jin had been in contact with many girls, and the girls would only remember Jin Ziyue's gentleness, but rarely looked directly at his cruel side.

It was precisely in this state of Jin Ziyue, with his blood-stained face, cold glint in his eyes, and emotionless expression, that he was deeply imprinted in Sanshui's mind, an image that he could never shake off.

"Enough... really enough... why do I have to be so tired..." Sanshui murmured to herself.

“Who knows?” Chen Ruolan exhaled a breath of stale air, her gaze stretching to the distant night sky, and replied softly, “Perhaps, only when someone appears in our lives who is willing to risk everything for us and struggles on the edge of despair time and time again, will we be able to find the answer.”

……

[Cuckoo's Cry of Blood] could no longer break free from the entanglement of [Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea]. It was like countless giant hands tightly gripping its lifeline, tearing and devouring it without explanation, swallowing the energy that symbolized [Cuckoo's Cry of Blood]'s cultivation and life into its belly.

Its expression grew increasingly ferocious, and it roared, "If you don't make a move now, do you think you can still restrain that brat!"

Jin Ziyue's expression turned cold.

The other person was actually calling for help.

Does it have helpers?
【Cuckoo's Cry of Blood】Now I finally understand why those despicable Fate Masters allied with it. In the end, they came for 【Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea】! On the surface, they were kindly helping me destroy the temple's barrier so that I could absorb the Fate Energy from the back mountain, but in reality, they were using me to test the whereabouts of 【Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea】.

He's got a brilliant plan!

"You self-proclaimed righteous and noble Fate Masters are nothing but cunning and treacherous villains who seek to reap the benefits!"

Jin Ziyue and Sanshui Linxin both heard its angry roar, and an ominous premonition arose in their hearts.

The Fate Masters have also arrived.

He turned his head and shouted at Sanshui Linxin, "Watch out for these people."

"Yes." Sanshui nodded solemnly.

She clearly sensed that Jin Ziyue's current condition was probably not good. Awakening [Hundred Rivers Converge into the Sea] likely came at a price, and having just had his soul crushed by supergravity, his internal organs and ribs were probably severely damaged.

Just as he was giving instructions to Sanshui, a young man's languid voice came from afar:

"A decree issued by an emperor, yet it has to beg for mercy? Isn't that utterly shameful?"

In the fields, the night mist was as thin as smoke, and several black silhouettes moved steadily through the fields, rustling the grass.

Six Fate Masters appeared in front of Jin Ziyue one after another.

The one who just spoke was Chu Pingqiu.

Beside him, in order, were Wei Zheng and his wife, Zhang Xixi from the Qu Yan family, the taciturn, burly loli Feng Qingqing, and Zhang Rang with his mouth sewn shut with gauze.

The guy who couldn't speak moved his feet back and forth, a bit like tap dancing. He was just writing with his feet because he couldn't speak, stirring up mud and sand everywhere.

Six Fate Masters!
"Is this the treasure of my clan—[Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea]? Just as rumored, it possesses a heart-palpitating power." Chu Pingqiu looked up at the enormous energy dozens of meters away, as if it were a demonic monster from a swamp.

"Even a genius like him shouldn't be able to use his abilities right now. He's just using the provocation of [Cuckoo's Cry of Blood] to temporarily reveal his true nature."

He hit the nail on the head, pointing out Jin Ziyue's actions.

"These are all just petty tricks. With your current physique, you simply cannot withstand the blessing of [Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea]. You are merely at the end of your rope."

This was the first time Wei Zheng and the others had ever seen the "Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea." It was likely that such a powerful incantation would be enough to alarm the Otherworlders and prompt them to send out an old ghost.

"Looks like we need to finish this quickly." Realizing this, Chu Pingqiu turned his gaze back to Jin Ziyue and said, "Traitor, you're quite the troublemaker, but your good luck ends here. Tonight, we're still the ones holding the winning ticket."

He revealed a provocative smile, and the inscription on his body, "Victory is assured," faintly emanated a wave, proclaiming the successful judgment.

The furious roar of "The Cuckoo Cries Blood" startled all around, and all the weak mountain spirits and monsters turned and fled.

The breeze, unrelated to the decree, still gently caressed the ridges of the field.

The six Fate Chasers and Jin Ziyue and the others looked at each other across the distance, while behind them, two huge phantoms roared to the sky.

A world war is about to break out.

(End of this chapter)