Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 645 Asking Heaven to Die.

The interplay of light and shadow.

Li Wushou, with his three heads and six arms, quietly descended outside the thatched hut of the Three Immortals Pavilion.

Staring intently at Wu Qinghe's figure, his eyes filled with murderous intent, he demanded:
"How did you leave your mark on Boyo's skin?"

Wu Qinghe stepped into the courtyard, looked back at Li Wushou, and smiled:
"Boyue? That's an ancient name, the lord of Youdu?"

They thought that by wielding power over the underworld, they could defy the will of the immortals.
He is ignorant. Does Heaven also believe that I am incapable of ruling the Netherworld?

I refuse!
This world is finite. If everyone has to reincarnate and attain perfection, one day, where will you and I have a place to stand?
The First Emperor was foolish, and you are even more pedantic!

As she spoke, Wu Qinghe slowly walked up to Li Wushou and said, word by word, again:
"Back then, you were full of vigor and even reached into my territory, trying to swallow it up. In the end, you were still cut down by me. How much more so now that you are barely surviving and hiding in the east and west?"
The desires of all beings are truly terrifying, which has caused me to remain in slumber until now.

But do you really think that after all these years, I still can't do anything to you?
When I awoke from my three-thousand-year-old past in an instant, I unleashed a catastrophe upon the world.

People cannot attain immortality or live a normal life; how deep is their resentment?

This public resentment is no less than the public's desire!

When Boyo died, he was filled with resentment.

I personally dismantled the bones, cut off his flesh and blood, and crushed the old underworld forces to death.

That resentful lament is truly captivating.

As they got closer, the excitement in Wu Qinghe's eyes almost overflowed.

As she got excited, Wu Qinghe's arm trembled, revealing a leather bag in her hand.

Boyo's half-skin was restored to its original state because it had swallowed the shadow.

At this moment, within Boyopi, light and shadow flickered, and resentment surged.

The scene of Cang destroying Youming and slaughtering the gods flashed rapidly in the membrane.

Numerous resentments roared, wanting to break free of the body, but could not escape.

Unable to be reincarnated through countless lifetimes, this resentment is filled with an aura of world destruction.

Gazing at this scene, "Li Wushou" suddenly shouted:
"enough!"

The moment the sound faded, the thatched hut behind him, the Three Immortals Pavilion, suddenly opened, and a large cloud of incense smoke poured out, flowing into "Li Wushou's" body.

Four arms were raised high behind him, forming hand seals.

A golden light suddenly appeared in the void in the center of the four arms, followed by a yellow clay incense burner leaping out of the void.

The incense burner trembled continuously, and the yellow earth fell off inch by inch, transforming into an incense burner in the blink of an eye!
The incense ash that had been accumulating for days floated up, like the brushstrokes of a painter depicting all things, outlining a golden dragon around the incense burner.

The appearance of this golden dragon is largely similar to the decree previously presented by the Immortal Mountain.

However, the scales on the golden dragon's belly appeared even more dark and mysterious, exuding an aura of the underworld, as if the entire River Styx was contained within them.

The moment the dragon was drawn, it began to move inside the incense burner. The power of the incense and the power of the netherworld swirled and merged together with the movement of the dragon's body.

The most fundamental desire of all people is to survive!
The most persistent wish of all living beings is to achieve immortality!

The power of the netherworld permeates life and death; death is often another beginning.

This made the power of collective will even purer, and for a time, the golden incense burner resounded with continuous dragon chants.

"Smash him to death!"

In his mind, the old beggar let out a loud shout.

Li Wushou immediately felt that he could regain control of his body.

This experience was not new to Li Wushou.

He had experienced this many times before, whether it was through the White Bone Cicada Body or through the Divine Control Talisman.

Back then, he was the one in control; this time, he's the one being controlled.

Although the old beggar had been in control of his words and actions, his mind remained active. Therefore, he had observed everything the old beggar and Cang did.

He had considered that the old beggar's identity was extraordinary, and he had also considered that the old beggar and Cang must have some kind of connection, but he never expected that the entanglement between the two was so deep.

Now that I think of it, it's no wonder the old beggar always spoke of Cang with either disdain or resentment.

So that's what happened!

In the past, no matter how he asked, the old beggar would not go into details.

Is it because you're afraid of losing face?
Also!

According to Cang, the old beggar was originally in the lead.

This coincides with the fragment Li Wushou saw in the "Cui" character in the ruins of Youdu City, the tomb of the Primordial Heaven.

At that time, Youdu City even dared to capture the Venerable Ones of the outside world and forcibly send them into reincarnation.

Having roughly grasped the entanglement between the two, Li Wushou's mind became clearer.

While this won't affect the current situation, nobody wants things to remain unclear.

With his mind at ease, Li Wushou raised his six arms high, holding the golden incense burner in his hands.

This incense burner embodies the most essential aspirations of all beings, from birth to death and then from death to birth.

Although his body was a manifestation of his mind, the three bodies were combined and he was no different from the original. His physical body alone was enough to wipe out the Holy Domain.

Nevertheless, Li Wushou still felt an immense weight as he lifted the incense burner.

Even if Li Wushou used the power of heaven and earth to strengthen himself, the same thing would happen.

Only then did Li Wushou realize just how much the old beggar had secretly embezzled!

What Chen Gou'er and I collected was just a drop in the ocean.

The other party probably accumulated these things day and night while Chen Gou'er and he were still unconscious.

At this moment, Li Wushou had no mind to dwell on it anymore.

He knew that he wasn't the only one having a hard time; the old beggar was in the same boat.

The reason the other party wanted to give him back control of his body was because this wish of all living beings was not only extremely heavy, but also required an extremely strong physical body to support it.

It requires an incredibly strong mind to withstand the backlash from the collective wishes!
The old beggar was now caught in the middle of it.

Li Wushou had personally experienced this kind of suffering.

Therefore, after receiving the giant incense burner, Li Wushou threw it forcefully directly towards the direction of "Wu Qinghe".

After breaking through to the near-immortal level, Li Wushou faced Cang again. Although he was shocked by the opponent's power, he no longer felt despair as before.

The essence of their lives seems to be no different?
Because Li Wushou did not appear flustered, but rather showed a sense of eagerness to try.

At the same time, golden light shone brightly within the Divine Aperture Space.

Golden threads of incense smoke outlined the scene, weaving a net around the divine aperture space, sealing the figure of "Wu Qinghe" tightly around the low mountain.

Li Wushou was somewhat dazed upon seeing this.

Is this really his magic portal?
Why does it seem like the divine kingdom of a deity?
Before Li Wushou could ponder this further, the four arms that had grown from behind him instantly fell down the moment the incense burner slipped from his hand.

The two old beggar heads on Li Wushou's shoulders opened their mouths wide, bit off his two arms, and chewed them up before swallowing them whole.

Both heads simultaneously adopted a sorrowful expression, and Li Wushou's head, a fraction of a second slower, also adopted the same expression.

Understanding immediately, Li Wushou bowed deeply in the direction of "Wu Qinghe".

He spoke slowly, his voice firm, solemn, and filled with murderous intent.

"May Heaven grant me my death!"

(End of this chapter)