Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 104 The Approaching Calamity
A low, strange word spilled from the twisted throat of the Blood Leech Hand:
"—The Corpse Wheel Returns to Its Origin."

The temperature plummeted, and the area around the tower seemed to be plunged into a new cycle of bloodshed.

The originally broken body slowly grew taller, like a demon breaking free of its chains in the underworld, until it reached a height of three zhang.

Chu Ning slowly raised his head, and the lightning patterns lit up again.

"Roar--"

The Blood Leech Demon Hand roared like a beast, its reconstructed demonic body shattering bricks and stones. With each step, blood vines grew wildly on the ground, and the rotting corpses within dozens of feet automatically disemboweled themselves, offering their souls to his still-open "giant maw."

Xie Mingli's expression changed drastically, and she gritted her teeth: "He... is using his living soul to melt himself and transform into the true form of a corpse demon."

Chu Ningjing gazed at the demonic figure, the Broken Snow Blade hanging at her side, a wisp of crimson blood condensing at its tip, dripping down her wrist but not staining the floor tiles. Upon landing, it evaporated, turning into wisps of lightning.

His white hair had long been stained red by the flames of war and bloodshed.

The wind tossed his hair, obscuring his eyelashes, but it couldn't hide the faintly pulsating thunder talisman between his brows.

In that instant, Chu Ning lowered his eyes, his gaze shifting from anger to coldness, and finally to an utter calm.

Like the final moment of silence before a knife is sheathed.

He slowly looked up.

Those were golden eyes that seemed to reflect the changing of day and night.

Cold and quiet, yet it harbors a storm capable of destroying everything.

At the center of his brow, a silver lightning talisman suddenly burst forth with heavenly light, a ray of silver light soaring into the sky and transforming into a long lightning pattern that imprinted itself into the void, as if engraving the name of a god upon the heavenly path for him.

His white hair stood up completely, each strand like silver snow crackling with lightning, his eyebrows and eyes sparkling with electricity, his eyes shining like the sun and moon, golden as day, dark as night, and aurora revolving.

Dressed in a black robe, he resembled a night whale breaking through the waves; his body was tall and slender, and his steps were light and slow, yet seemed to tread upon a thunderous tide.

As the energy of thunder flowed, golden-white thunder veins and dark blue electric patterns intertwined and emerged beneath the skin of his entire body.

Yang thunder is like daytime, fierce and domineering; Yin thunder is like night, chilling and lingering.

The two polar thunderous breaths, which should have been in conflict and mutually exclusive, were now perfectly integrated within his body, just like the yin and yang of heaven and earth, coexisting as one within him.

Xie Mingli stood at a distance, the lightning reflecting in her eyes, and she murmured involuntarily:

"This is... what he really looks like..."

At that moment, Chu Ning lightly raised his right hand.

In the palm of his hand, a silver pendant quietly appeared, its fox head pattern radiating an extremely cold and icy aura.

A phantom of a spirit fox emerged from his palm, its tail flame like frost, its eyes like cold stars. With a soft murmur, it disappeared into Chu Ning's body.

Thunder and frost began to merge.

Frost and snow were like rainbows, thunder was like sharp blades, and the primordial energy of heaven and earth surged into him like a madman.

On the long street, the temperature plummeted. The stone bricks under his feet froze three feet deep, with frost patterns spreading and lightning threads intertwining, like an ice-sealed thunder pool.

The Blade of Broken Snow was raised high, its purple-gold blade light covered by icy intent, exploding into ripples in the air like the roar of a dragon.

Chu Ning exhaled slowly, but what came out of his mouth was not hot air, but white mist intertwined with ice and lightning, which condensed into lightning-patterned snow crystals as it rose, breaking and reforming.

His voice was deep and calm, like thunder falling on snow:
"You will be resurrected once."

"Then I will make you vanish into thin air once."

"This time... there was no trace of the body."

Ghost Hand's pupils trembled violently, the seven incantations burned to their peak, and he roared amidst maniacal laughter:

"You cannot possibly control the Frost and Lightning Body. You are merely a mortal. How dare you draw upon the extraordinary power of the heavens?"

"bring it on."

Chu Ning took a step amidst the lightning, and in the next instant, the barrier beneath his feet shattered, and nine lightning locks rose against the tide, locking the energy of heaven and earth into the Frost Lightning Prison.

The Blood Leech Demon Hand roared to the sky, its blood wings thundering and shaking the earth, stirring up a bloody wind dozens of feet high.

The horde of zombies surged forward in response. Thousands of zombie puppets, as if obeying a command, rose into the air in unison, their flesh exploding and turning into a terrifying rain of blood that blanketed the sky.

With a flick of his blood spear, the void spun abruptly, and a wicked spear, coiled like a dragon's bloodline, pierced straight into Chu Ning's chest. Blood Gu, like a hundred poisonous snakes, coiled around it, hissing and wailing, its sound shattering the soul.

"Thunder Blade Lord." Ghost Hand's crimson pupils twitched with a sinister grin. "You're merely a mid-level eighth-rank cultivator, yet you dare defy the might of my Blood God?"

Chu Ning remained unmoved, but her gaze was as cold and sharp as frost falling on snow.

The next instant, the Snow-Breaking Blade slashed out horizontally.

The first strike, the Tide-Severing Blade.

"boom--"

Before the lightning arrived, the world was already dark.

The entire horde of corpses exploded in the purple-gold lightning, ice crystals flew out like shattered snowflakes, lightning and fire spread like a sea of ​​stars, and frost and snow bloomed like lotus shadows in the flames.

Frost settled on every inch of the ground, thunder roared across the sky, and the entire battlefield suddenly cooled by twenty degrees Celsius.

The Blood Leech Demon Hand's expression changed drastically. With a shake of his arms, dozens of blood lines burst open from his skin and flesh, resembling a giant blood leech snake, hissing and carrying deadly poison as it approached.

The second cut, the bone-splitting arc.

The blade flashed and swirled, a circular slash intertwined with lightning and frost, the frost and lightning sweeping across a hundred feet, shattering countless strands of blood, freezing three inches in its path, and causing thunder and fire to rise everywhere.

The blood serpents were frozen, cracked, and exploded. The corpse puppets in the frost domain froze and died one after another, like porcelain dolls breaking apart, their remains flying everywhere.

Ghost Hand roared, fear finally showing in its eyes.

He slammed his palm into his chest, and the seven blood curses within his body lit up simultaneously, emitting a low hum.

"Thousand Corpses... Refining Essence".

Amidst the burning of countless corpses and the churning of a sea of ​​blood, a towering, blood-red phantom rose from the inferno.

Clad in blood-red armor, with bone wings as thick as mountains, his soul fire burned like a hellish lamp, consuming the void.

"You dare to go against the tide of justice? What's the point of saving those ants?"

"Even if you are a Seed of Return to Origin... you will die tonight!"

Chu Ning slowly raised his head, and the lightning in his eyes was no longer light.

That was Thor's judgment, the fury of thunder.

He took a step into the air and rose into the air, and the sea of ​​thunder in the sky fell like a waterfall, while snow and frost condensed into a celestial map in the wind!

He unleashed his third strike, and the world was annihilated. At that moment, the world fell silent.

The blade flashed like a cleaving sky, thunder and fire pierced the heavens, and frost and snow sealed the realm.

At that moment, the earth trembled and the sky cracked!
That single strike transformed into a torrent of ice and lightning that stretched across the heavens and earth, tearing through the void, shattering yin and yang, and causing the sky to burn like paper.

The phantom of the Blood Leech Ghost Hand was torn apart by the lightning and frost light, shattering from head to toe, inch by inch, soul and all.

He roared fiercely, his eyes reflecting Chu Ning's final strike, transforming lightning into his body and sealing him with frost.

"This is impossible! How could someone with an eighth-grade physique break the power of the Blood God Curse?"

Chu Ning landed slowly, the Broken Snow Blade dripping with undried frost lightning, its purple-gold blade gleaming coldly in the night.

He stood on the shattered earth, lightning crackling beneath his feet, as if the earth itself bowed down, the wind dared not blow, and the moon dared not shine.

He looked down at the long-frozen corpse puppets, those blood leech bodies forged from thousands of living souls, now nothing more than a pile of broken charred debris, being blown away little by little by the wind.

The lightning faded, and the frost still felt cold.

He uttered his last words:
"I am doing this for the sake of millions of people... to avenge the blood debt."

"Click——"

The sound of the blade sheathing itself was like the shattering of ice and the fading of thunder and fire, yet it resonated in the ears of all beings like the morning bell and evening drum.

As he lowered his eyes, the swirling frost and lightning slowly dissipated, leaving only a slight tremor in his palms and a turbulent breath.

Even though he was as mighty as a god, Chu Ning was still human, someone who risked his life and used mortal blood to slay a demon god.

"Qingzhou, the Blood Refining Hall... will make you... pay a hundredfold—"

The roar of the Blood Leech Demon Hand seemed to come from the depths of the Netherworld, carrying a hatred that seemed to tear apart the soul.

But before the last trace of resentment could dissipate, the ultimate icy lightning light in the world, like the word "annihilation" written by a god, fell completely.

"boom."

The ice and lightning storm fell from the void, like a cold flame swallowing the sun. Golden and white lightning snakes coiled around the frost and snow vortex, peeling away the regenerated demonic body inch by inch.

The shadowy soul of the Blood Leech Demon Hand struggled violently, the seven curse seals shattered like fire serpents, and countless remnants of the soul core darted about, emitting mournful howls.

His voice gradually became blurred and fragmented:

"No...I haven't yet performed the Blood God's... curse...You shouldn't...possess this...power..."

Each word exploded as if ignited by lightning, turning into wisps of black ash that disappeared into the cold wind.

The phantom shattered, the soul incantation burned away, the dantian collapsed, the physical body shattered, and even the remains of the body refined from ten thousand corpses were swallowed into eternal silence by Lei Shuang.

Finally, only a faint "click" sound came from the depths of the void.

Like cracked ice, or the gates of the underworld, completely shut.

The light of thunder and frost eventually faded into oblivion.

The night sky over the entire city became even quieter and chillingly cold.

Chu Ning stood atop the battlefield where ice and lightning mingled, his white hair fluttering in the wind, the silver lines between his brows subtly gleaming, his gaze fixed on the waning moon and starlight high above.

In his eyes, lightning reflected the stars, and he murmured softly:

"If this is just a claw from the Blood Refining Hall."

"Then, could it... use the entire Qingzhou to test my strength?"

This sentence, like a thunderclap in the night, struck every secret place in the city.

He slowly raised his head, his white hair dancing in the wind, and the lightning-patterned eyebrows burning brightly.

He wasn't asking a question; he was giving a warning.

A warning to those who gaze into the darkness, a warning to those who hold power in high places:
"I'm not afraid to come."

"I'm afraid it's too late."

Because he doesn't have time.

Because his sister is still in darkness.

This isn't revenge; it's a race against time, a fight against the entire world to get her back.

He sheathed his sword and stood there, amidst frost and snow, where blood and lightning merged into a silver-blue realm. The sky hung low, and the earth was silent, as if even the gods were holding their breath to listen to the echoes of this apocalypse.

He knew that the next storm was coming.

But he also knew:

If he cannot demonstrate the terrifying power of his blade to all forces, he is not qualified to force the darkness to reveal itself.

And he had already drawn his sword.

The night in Qingzhou was as dark as ink, the sky looming over the city, and the air still carried the lingering scent of blood and electricity, as if the earth had not yet recovered from the carnage.

In the frozen battlefield, corpses lay everywhere, and lightning bolts littered the ground.

Chu Ning stood alone in the heart of this silver-blue lightning domain, lightning patterns pulsating heavily between his brows.

He had his back to the mountains and his face to the yet-to-be-dawn east.

What met the eye was not the dawn, but rather the gathering of calamity clouds.

Deep in the sky, dark clouds surged like a tide, pressing down like an abyss, as if an invisible hand was reversing the workings of fate.

Each rumble of thunder sounded less like an approaching storm and more like the low growl of a giant beast.

A crimson vortex slowly rotated in the sea of ​​clouds; it was no ordinary tribulation cloud, but rather a divine eye of punishment brewing.

"Boom——"

With a tremor like the beating of a war drum, a thunderous eye suddenly opened in the clouds, its pupil containing serpentine lightning, as if the heavens were gazing down upon the mortal world.

Chu Ning looked up at the eye of calamity that was quietly opening.

"Those who steal the secrets of heaven shall suffer the calamity of chaos."

An ancient pressure descended with the sound of thunder, and the lightning patterns all over Chu Ning's body simultaneously shone brightly.

That was the prelude to the "Primordial Calamity," and also the price to be paid for overdrawing the "Primordial Body Refining Method."

The thirty-day period is about to expire. Once the calamity truly begins, the five elements of heaven and earth will turn against each other, and the soul will be burned. Even if he is at the Returning to Origin Realm, he will be reduced to ashes.

(End of this chapter)