Chapter 1253 - Oblivion (2)
Am I truly doomed?
“Master!”
Su Ping then appeared next to Shen Huang, feeling an immense pressure the moment he got out; his bones were actually cracking. The ninth space’s pressure was much greater than that in the eighth space; the seventh space was dangerous enough for normal Ascendants.
The eighth space was a place that even Heavenly Lords would think twice before entering, and the ninth space was a hundred times more dangerous in comparison!
Su Ping felt that the world was being twisted. The void in the ninth space was different from what he anticipated. He felt dizzy; it was as if countless vortices were spinning before him.
The magnificent power of the universe was squeezing him both physically and mentally.
He gritted his teeth and tried to keep his eyes open. The eyes of chaos enabled him to see the Dao Patterns behind the illusions. He compiled the Dao Patterns into pictures and saw the three Celestials foes and his master; they were all fuzzy.
Even seeing them is this hard when I’m in the ninth space? The situation left him a deep impression about the gap between his current level and the Celestial State.
“Why did you come out?”
Shen Huang changed his expression and yelled, “Go back!”
“Master!”
Su Ping was in a trance for a moment. He quickly sobered up after hearing his master, then said, “You can’t resist without your small universe. Don’t mind me; I’ll be safe.”
Shen Huang was shocked to see that his disciple was able to stay awake in the ninth space. Su Ping can resist without my protection?
It had to be noted that the ninth space was dangerous even for Celestials!
They were taking a great risk by fighting there; both the Saint King and Ye Chen would have retreated if they were any less determined.
Shen Huang didn’t insist, noticing how Su Ping was able to keep himself safe. He took a deep breath and roared as he activated his constitution. An ancient figure popped up right next to him; it was none other than Elder Yan who had been Su Ping’s mentor earlier.
Elder Yan seemed rather gentle and loving. He smiled at Su Ping and then merged with Shen Huang
“Old friend, do you know what the result of this battle will be?”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry that your life has to end here.”
“I’m glad to be of service.” Elder Yan smiled.
They spoke briefly through their bond. Shen Huang became silent afterwards. Everything happened in the blink of an eye; it took no more than 0.0001 seconds. A violent power surged out as they merged. Shen Huang’s body seemed to be melting while unleashing a torrent of flames.
Elder Yan was a Celestial dragon. His dense scales were now covering Shen Huang’s body like a piece of delicate armor.
The armor was infused with infinite vitality; Dao Patterns appeared and Shen Huang roared. He gathered his small universe on the blade and slashed at the Saint King.
The Saint King also crushed the eyeball in his hand, which was glowing like a condensed universe. It exploded as the saber slashed forth.
The fierce tearing force worked on the entire space. Ye Chen growled in a fearsome manner as he tried to keep the space steady. However, the force became too powerful for him to resist in the end; the realm was eventually torn apart.
“Now’s the time!”
Shen Huang—who was bleeding and burning his life essence-summoned his strength again and slashed at the void. He was going to break the barriers of the universe to send Su Ping directly to the Celestial Court.
The void cracked as the sharp saber made contact; beyond the crack there were golden buildings which belonged to the Celestial Court!
The place was countless light years away, but the distance had been erased by Shen Huang’s saber.
The Celestial Court was right before their eyes.
“Let’s go!” Shen Huang roared.
Su Ping saw it; he gritted his teeth and stopped himself from sobbing. He rushed forward. Right in front was Shen Huang holding up the crack while bleeding profusely.
Su Ping had no time to hesitate or say goodbye; he had to focus his every fiber on that sprint.
All of his master’s efforts would go to waste if he failed.
“You can’t get away,” said a creepy and indifferent voice all of a sudden. A sharp blade stuck out of Shen Huang’s chest; Mo Ri had appeared behind his back at some point, and his terrifying Nether Saber ran him through with a strange red light.
Su Ping narrowed his eyes; his head was about to burst.
But the next moment he saw that Shen Huang’s arm twisted backwards and pressed Mo Ri’s head against his back. Then, he roared.
“Go!!!”
The sound made Su Ping regain all of his senses, and his tears almost came out. Still, he didn’t look back; he charged toward the crack at full speed.
The distance was so short that Su Ping was approaching it in the blink of an eye, despite the suppression of the ninth space.
Bang!
A battle ax flew by and Su Ping came to an abrupt halt. The crack was pounded by the battle ax and it slowly began to close.
“You can’t get away,” said Ye Chen coldly while his hair fluttered. “I’ve lost yet another great weapon because of you. I won’t kill you so easily… I will torture you for all eternity, so that you regret ever being born in the first place!”
Su Ping gazed at the closed crack while in a daze. He was paralyzed, as if electric currents were flowing past him.
Was he grieving, or was it despair, maybe?
The closed crack didn’t make him despair. What Su Ping felt was an indescribable madness and a desire for killing!
His master had created that channel with his life!
The pressure of the ninth universe was still squeezing him. Su Ping struggled to turn around and look at Ye Chen. “What’s the matter? You want to kill me? Unfortunately, you can’t…” Ye Chen sneered, delighted to see Su Ping’s contorted face.
“Shen Huang, stop struggling.”
On the other side—the Saint King was approaching. The wound on his forehead had healed, but it would take him a thousand years to fully recover.
There was a boom; Mo Ri broke free from Shen Huang’s hold, and severed one of his arms.
The situation was instantly reversed.
Shen Huang was covered in blood; he was already exhausted.
The whole situation left him in a daze; he could not accept that he had failed to send Su Ping away, even though he had tried his very best. There was no more hope.
Nobody would be able to avenge them in the future if Su Ping died!
I’m truly doomed…
Overcome with sadness, Shen Huang shivered as he approached Su Ping. He asked, “Are you ready to die with me?”
Su Ping was silent; he didn’t respond.
Shen Huang couldn’t help but heave a sigh. His sorrow deepened, as he could understand Su Ping’s feelings. The hope was right in front of his eyes, and now it was gone. Such desperation was insufferable, even for those who had always been through life and death.
“I’ve cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years and lived all kinds of lives. However, I have never lowered my head…” Shen Huang proudly stood in front of Su Ping, despite his wounded body. Sadness had left his eyes; it was replaced by the relief at the end of his life.
The anguish at the brink of dying only haunted him briefly. He had already let it go.
“Is that so? I will repurpose your spine into the back of my throne,” said Ye Chen with a sneer.