All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 313 - 174: Western Patrol Envoy (2/3)

Chapter 313: Chapter 174: Western Patrol Envoy (2/3)

An Jing’s thoughts were clear.

Having exhausted the power of his Martial Meridian, while his internal injuries still self-healed, only a fool would play a staring game with a Grandmaster!

Whether Bo Zongshan chose to pursue or not, if he didn’t, An Jing would find a place to heal and cultivate; if he did, An Jing would flee to Tianyuan to heal and cultivate!

But then, something unexpected happened.

Just a few breaths after An Jing turned to flee, he suddenly heard a scream from Bo Zongshan.

An Jing could convince himself that Bo Zongshan, disregarding the dignity of a grandmaster, was making strange noises to attract his attention and thus delay his escape.

But he could tell the scream was filled with agony that reached deep into the marrow and soul and spirit, coming from someone who had endured An Jing’s explosive thunder and fire twice, and a direct strike from the Sword Box, without even crying out in pain. What could have happened to make him scream like that?

An Jing took a deep breath, exhaled, and turned back to look behind him.

Then, he was stunned with his eyes wide open.

Because, the Xuanyi Ghost Shadow he thought had dissipated in the Six Yang Divine Skill had reappeared, and this time, it hovered behind Bo Zongshan’s head. Then, like an octopus squeezing into its den, the entire ghost shadow forcibly entered through Bo Zongshan’s seven orifices!

"Uh... AHHHHHH!"

"[Ga... Ha... I thought An Jing was good fodder, but what a surprise to encounter another one.]

It was horrifying to speak of, and in just an instant, Bo Zongshan, already repeatedly wounded and having lost his fundamental trump card, was completely overtaken by the ghost shadow, his head drooping down.

When he lifted his head again, the eyes that glistened like those of hawk and owl were now flashing with blinding blood light and endless greed: "[You truly are strong, Jing Xuan, in both Fate Pattern and abilities...]

"[I cannot let you escape.]

"Western Patrol Envoy!"

An Jing wasn’t blind. The Mingguang Dust had shown him the Western Patrol Envoy’s appearance and ability details. At a glance, he knew that the strange ghost shadow was most likely a form of the Western Patrol Envoy’s abilities, or the result of collaboration with someone else.

But regardless of the outcome, it didn’t stop him from continuing to run!

Whoosh! Without a second glance, An Jing bolted towards the city outskirts, leaping across the terrain and continually using buildings to conceal his figure.

But behind him, a forlorn, mournful sound rose, and An Jing smelled the overpowering scent of blood. Then, numerous blood-red shapes condensed into birds, chirping as they flew towards the sky, locking onto An Jing’s position from their aerial view!

Strange Mandate "Blood for Blood"—as long as he had been harmed by someone, the Western Patrol Envoy could grasp various information and coordinates of the person who harmed him within a certain timeframe and range!

And if the Western Patrol Envoy killed the one who wounded him, he could accumulate Life Force to achieve various Divine Abnormal effects!

It was because of this Fate Pattern that the return coordinates to Embracing the Void of Mingguang Dust were discovered.

An Jing didn’t look back, not caring the slightest about being locked onto, seeming to run in a panic.

"[Run... Just run...]"

Meanwhile, the Western Patrol Envoy laughed heartily. His previous charge towards Jing Xuan was to get hurt by Jing Xuan, activating the Fate Pattern to lock on, and afterward, the fact that Bo Zongshan also handed over the Divine Repository Token was an unexpected delight, allowing him to take advantage of the situation and steal the body of another person who had also harmed him.

In fact, if Bo Zongshan had fled, the Western Patrol Envoy would have attacked covertly. But if Bo Zongshan had fought back, it would have ended up like now, with Bo Zongshan becoming the raw material for his construction of the Blood Fiend body.

Stretching out his hands on both sides and relishing the sensation of a healthy body, He Wuchang moved his body comfortably as the sanguine Blood Fiend slowly seeped from Bo Zongshan’s orifices and pores, condensing on the face of the already lifelessly standing figure to form a brand-new bloody visage.

He stepped forward, shedding Bo Zongshan’s withered husk. Dark crimson eyes flashed, and a mouthful of sharp teeth interlocked like those of a fierce beast.

Around him, blood-colored birds slowly revolved, and one could vaguely see that the heads of these birds were human faces, belonging to the Martial Artists and Grandmasters of the Zuohuan and Huangyang Sects who had recently died in the Kanming City.

"[Western Abyss Blood Phoenix][Nine-Headed Ghost Carriage][Western Mountain Patrol Envoy]..."

He Wuchang, with a trace of complacency, looked in the direction An Jing had left: "[Not bad at all, destiny is with me. I only tried on a whim and yet I found such fine material.]

"[I thought my Mirror Self was somewhat dull, expecting it to be just expendable material from the Bright Mirror Sect, but now it seems... you are a true disciple of Mingguang Dust, with your own path, your own destiny.]"

"Perhaps you don’t need the little Divine General An Jing to achieve your Great Heaven’s Sanctification!"

—Ha, you’ve finally found the right person.

An Jing thought to himself. It had to be said that the Western Patrol Envoy had a keen eye; even without seeing through the disguise, he could acutely feel Jing Xuan’s extraordinariness.

The only mistake was that An Jing might not be the opportunity for his Great Heaven’s Sanctification.

It could very well be the opportunity for him to meet his demise!

It was at this moment, within the walls of Kanming City, that the sound of bells rang out.

Both An Jing and He Wuchang looked up toward the city center where the governmental offices were situated.

Feeling the eruption of Divine Repository Divine Skill within the city, the Divine Weapon buried within the Kanming City Earth Vein slowly awakened, and a shadow of a dark golden large bell rose from the Earth Vein, causing the ground to tremble slightly as well.

The power of the Divine Weapon swept across the entire city, and both An Jing and He Wuchang felt a force sweep over them, but they both disregarded it.

Screams and sounds of flesh and blood exploding came from within the city; clearly, some people had entered with intentions of taking advantage of the chaos. But they were all crushed by the power of the Divine Weapon, leaving hardly a whole body behind.

As Da Chen’s true trump card for city defense, probably only a peak Divine Repository Divine Skill like Mingguang Dust could stably suppress the fully-supported Kanming Bell within the Earth Vein.

"It actually had no effect?"

The reason An Jing decisively fled to buy time was precisely because of this—while a Grandmaster’s power was not enough to awaken the Divine Weapon without command, if he used a Divine Skill Token, the Divine Weapon would activate itself no matter what, sweeping across the city, suppressing those insubordinate.

He was unharmed because he carried a talisman issued by Kanming City on his person, and An Jing himself was close to this Divine Weapon, effectively considered one of their own.

But why was He Wuchang also ignored?

"Hehe, thinking of using the power of the Divine Weapon against me? Clever!"

He Wuchang also realized the purpose behind An Jing’s delaying tactics, but he just laughed heartily, not at all concerned, "But why don’t you think about which side I am cooperating with?"

There was no need to think, An Jing’s face darkened, how could he not know the answer in his heart?

—Damn it, Da Chen! Has your shitty dynasty gone to hell? Colluding with the Demon Sect, harming your own people, forcing your grandfather here to flee!

His emotions surged wildly within him, but to speak the truth, An Jing hadn’t been without his suspicions; he just hadn’t expected He Wuchang to be entirely unconstrained by limitations.

"Subdue Evil!"

As he continued to ponder countermeasures, he thought to himself, "I’m out of options now. Managing to fight like this against three Grandmasters, even the heavens would have to commend me for doing a good job—but how do I deal with this Western Patrol Envoy?"

"So this is the intensity of a Heavenly Mandate’s trial?"

At this moment, inside the Divine Sea, Subdue Evil too was extremely shocked, "Generally speaking, the most intense Human Tribulation I’ve encountered has been hostile forces just one major realm higher targeting me... the Human Tribulation of the Heavenly Mandate is actually tripled?"

—And that’s not all, this Western Patrol Envoy is two major realms higher than me, and that’s only because he got thrashed by Master. Otherwise, I might really be facing a Human Tribulation two whole major realms above me!

Chiding internally, An Jing urged, "Let’s not waste words, even if it’s tripled I’m close to getting through. Aren’t you an Immortal Sword? Give me some advice on how a Qi Refinement practitioner escapes from the hands of a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the Purple Mansion realm!"

"You’ve done it perfectly already. Even I wouldn’t necessarily do as well as you have."

Subdue Evil candidly responded, "I never faced such peril as you did, especially when you just spontaneously comprehended the ’Heavenly Demon Dismemberment Technique’ and struck down that Huazong Sect Grandmaster—honestly, among the people I know, there aren’t many as talented as you."

"That was Heavenly Demon Dismemberment?" An Jing was somewhat surprised; he had merely used the martial knowledge from his previous life, gathering all his strength, including external forces, into one and then exploding instantaneously—but on closer thought, life-risking techniques often have much in common. The original "Heavenly Demon Dismemberment Technique" might indeed share the same concept and state as his own.

"Yes, and the completion was very high. As for this Western Patrol Envoy... I do have an idea."

An Jing could tell, although Subdue Evil himself might not be entirely clear, the currently predominant part of him seemed to be leaning toward the ’Immortal Subdue Evil’, who was easier to reason with.

’Sword Spirit Subdue Evil’ preferred to stir up trouble, so the suggestions from Immortal Subdue Evil were more reliable, "Just now, the aura of the Kanming Bell seemed quite approving of you. It seems to remember the favor you did by letting it evolve."

"Take this chance, go to the government offices and try to communicate with it. See if it can lend you some power for self-preservation."