Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 647 How many people were present? The painting on the table

This sound is a buzzing sound.

With an unquestionable will.

Outside the thatched hut, the divine space was in disarray, and the incense and gold net were torn to shreds by resentment.

The will of Cang, harnessing the lingering resentment, surrounded the low mountain.

As the other party spoke, the resentment surged fiercely towards the low hill. The low hill, which Li Wushou had built brick by brick, roared continuously, as if it would collapse completely at any moment.

The entire thatched hut of the Three Immortals Pavilion began to shake.

Cang and the old beggar remained unmoved.

The old beggar picked up the tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

He asked in a meaningful, soft voice:

"Who will win and who will lose? Until the very last moment, who can really say for sure?"

Cang raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, but the next moment the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

He replied with a disdainful expression:
"I have destroyed the forbidden immortals, the River Styx, and the incense offerings. I have also crushed your puppet body, Li Wushou. Even your final resting place—the Divine Realm of Wishes—is under my control. Do you still want to play tricks?"

Looking around at the thatched hut.

A bed, a table, and two benches.

Nothing else was there; it was completely empty.

Cang Qing tapped the table and spoke sarcastically again:
"You've been hiding in a place like this for so many years?"

How dare you claim to be carefree and at ease?

I have been preparing for this moment for countless years, but I never expected that you would not have made any progress at all.

This is truly disappointing!

Looking at the hunched old beggar with his face full of wrinkles, Cang's expression was inscrutable.

He had waited for this day for too long, and when it finally arrived, he seemed somewhat disappointed. In the end, it was so simple, and he was about to get what he wanted.

Shaking his head slightly, Cang composed himself and regained his calm demeanor.

Whether it's simple or difficult.

That's the end of it!
Slowly raising his arm, Cang pointed a finger at the old beggar's brow.

With a resolute killing intent, Cang Lang spoke solemnly:

"The Emperor of Heaven is about to perish, and the Azure Heaven shall rise. I will recreate the world and usher in a new era!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the resentment outside the low hill roared in unison.

The buzzing sound instantly traveled to the outside world, echoing between heaven and earth.

A strange fog billowed over the open sea, directly bypassing the incense-burning defense line erected by the old snail sea god, and enveloping all the islands and continents along the island chain in the fog.

The eerie fog swept across the land, penetrating deep into the mainland.

The newly established incense networks in regions such as Fenglingdao, Xuanhuang Domain, Wanshou Domain, and even Jinguang Domain collapsed instantly.

The talisman masters and many others whose minds had been controlled by Li Wushou's mind-controlling talismans stood frozen in place, and then their minds suddenly cleared.

Looking again toward the direction of the Three Immortal Mountains of Fengling Path, his eyes were filled with boundless hatred.

At the summit of Sanxian Mountain, the paper goddess floating amidst the golden clouds of incense smoke underwent a dramatic change in expression.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of golden blood, then plummeted down from the clouds.

The Tree Goddess moved swiftly and caught him.

As soon as they landed, the two looked at each other with sorrowful expressions.

The Tree Goddess slowly spoke:
"Second Master, he...!"

The Paper Goddess nodded, seemingly lost in thought, and curled up helplessly in the Tree Goddess's arms, awaiting her death.

Unlike the talisman masters, they were not controlled by the divine control talismans, but were preserved by Li Wushou's sealed spirit.

They had long been bound by the life and death of Li Wushou.

If Li Wushou dies, they will not survive either.

They could sense that the Second Master's presence had suddenly vanished from their perception.

Coupled with the sudden unusual movements of the talisman masters and others, how could one not know what had happened?
The two sat blankly on the Five Elements Tree, somewhat at a loss.

Meanwhile, inside the Three Immortals Pavilion.

Faced with Cang's murderous finger, the old beggar appeared somewhat calm.

Her hands rested lightly on the edge of the square table, making no move to resist, as if she had already accepted her fate.

For some reason, Cang felt a tightness in his heart, his eyes narrowed, and he became focused.

"boom!"

The force of the finger shot through the brain, creating a crater in the ground of the Three Immortals Pavilion.

The old beggar's deeply furrowed head instantly cracked. Seeing this, Cang felt no relief, but rather a growing unease.

With his palm outstretched, Cang flipped his hand down, intending to crush the old beggar into nothingness.

Just then, the old beggar suddenly revealed a strange smile.

He asked softly:

"Cang, how many people do you think are here?"

The moment he finished speaking, without waiting for Cang's reply, the old beggar's body suddenly exploded and turned into dust.

But at the same time, a thunderclap resounded in Cang's mind.

It even evoked a long-lost sense of dread.

He instinctively reached out to get up and leave the thatched hut of the Three Immortals Pavilion, but suddenly felt his body was as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if he were carrying a chaotic giant mountain on his back.

For a moment, Cang was unable to stand up.

His brow furrowed, and Cang roared in fury:
"What is this thing? It can actually deceive my will? And even affect its control over Wu Qinghe's body?"

This unexpected turn of events caught Cang completely off guard!

Even heaven and earth prostrate themselves at His feet. Even the power of the will of the Emperor of Heaven has been broken by Him. How could there be anything that can affect Him so deeply?
This made Cang's expression suddenly turn serious.

Because He suddenly thought of a possibility!
But isn't that thing in the Blood Sea Sacred Domain?

The moment He awoke, He had already sealed off the entire Blood Sea Sacred Domain and thrown it into the depths of the void. How could Huang Tian possibly still exist?
This is impossible!

With a thought, a violent will suddenly surged within Wu Qinghe's body, directly tearing off the roof of the thatched hut in the Three Immortals Pavilion.

The will and resentment surrounding Aishan, like a swirling tornado, poured directly into Wu Qinghe's body from above, and a strange cloud-like pattern slowly appeared between her brows.

Suddenly, Cang's heart trembled, and he slowly lowered his head to look at the table in front of him.

The still wood grain on the table suddenly began to move, like lines drawn by an artist depicting all things.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, a thatched cottage and courtyard quietly emerge.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and a tattered wooden sign hung on the wooden gate, with three large characters written crookedly in charcoal ash: "Sanxianguan" (Three Immortals Pavilion).

The thatched cottage in the painting is exactly the same as the Three Immortals Pavilion that He had just seen.

Through the crack in the open thatched hut, Cang sensed something different.

That is, although the thatched hut in the painting is still simple, it has gained something.

An altar made of stones and planks faces the door of the thatched hut.

Three prayer cushions were placed under the incense table.

The altar was filled with the steaming smoke of incense, making some parts difficult to see clearly.

Through the hazy smoke of incense, one can vaguely make out what appears to be three spirit tablets being offered.

His eyes narrowed, and Cang flipped his palm down.

He slammed his hand on the square table, simultaneously shouting coldly:

"Playing tricks!"
"Heavens above, you are doomed to die today!"

With a crisp "bang," the square table depicting the thatched cottage of the Three Immortals Pavilion seemed to shatter, or perhaps it vanished without a trace.

But Cang had no interest in pursuing these matters, for He had already seen through Huangtian's tricks.

Under immense pressure, Cang slowly raised his head.

Looking out through the lifted roof.

Light and shadow flickered, and all that could be seen in the void directly in front of us was the void.

The golden-faced Emperor bowed his head, gazing silently at Him.

In the void to His left, Li Wushou, whom He believed to be the puppet of the Heavenly Emperor, was also looking down at Him with his eyes lowered.

The opponent's entire body was covered in Dao patterns, which appeared and disappeared intermittently.

Among the myriad methods, a dark Dao pattern shines particularly brightly, containing the essence of all methods and the immense power of incense offerings and vows.

The power of this incense offering is ancient, grand, and even surpasses the power of collective wishes.

Even Cang was somewhat bewildered; who was this person worshipping?
Did the other party use these to draw this thatched hut?
Combined with the fragments of Huangtian's divine kingdom, did he deceive himself?

However, no matter how different the ways and incense of this world may be, if they can deceive me for a while, I should be able to react quickly.

There must be something else influencing one's will and senses.

Cang Jing focused his mind and gazed around at the void.

Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine, and slowly turned his head to look at his right side.

A half-grown child with a tuft of hair sticking straight up to the sky slowly emerged from the void, chewing and devouring flesh and blood.

The child's eyes were bloodshot, and from the moment he appeared, he stared at me with longing.

The greed in those eyes was both familiar and terrifying to Cang.

(End of this chapter)