All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 319 - 180 Unwilling to Escape (5/3)

Chapter 319: Chapter 180 Unwilling to Escape (5/3)

——Why not leave?

At the Kanming City, An Jing’s eyes looked downward.

He could leave.

An Jing always had the choice.

Whether it was the Sword Spirit’s Great Void Passage or the Law Altar’s Great Void Passage, he could choose either to leave, to go to the safe Tianyuan Realm, or to directly reach the Northern Border.

This was the plan that Mingguang Dust had made before, and it was also the action plan by default for An Jing.

But in the end, An Jing couldn’t help but think, to think... whether he had a way to help his master, whether he had the ability to break the situation.

Or is it, he could only escape?

——Escaping is what’s normal.

An Jing was very clear that most people, faced with the world’s many dangers and obstacles, don’t think about change, but escape.

As long as one hides in their small world, convinces themselves, tells themselves that they cannot win, that escape is justifiable, they can obtain a semblance of peace.

Even claiming to want to change sounds like empty talk, simply arrogance, pride, complacency, enough to make one sick.

When facing truly extreme danger, not to mention the self-overestimating change, being able to run away is the limit.

Only.

He really didn’t want to flee.

An Jing quietly gazed at the huge Heavenly Mirror at the end of the sky, and as a Hunyuan Sword Light flashed by, the Heavenly Mirror shattered amidst a loud, clear chiming that echoed between heaven and earth, and burst apart.

Numerous liuguang fell with the rainwater, scattered about like snow in the rain.

Even in Kanming City, fragments of the Heavenly Mirror’s spiritual light fell with the rain, and An Jing raised his hand, catching one. Reflected in the mirror’s surface was Jing Xuan’s face, a handsome face now devoid of evil qi.

The reflection in the mirror can only be oneself.

At this moment, An Jing realized in his heart, "I am... An Jing."

"Heavenly Mandate, An Jing."

The Fate Pattern of the Seven Luminaries Seven Fiend is fundamentally about igniting all the karma and sins between heaven and earth, bursting forth conflicts, and leading all things decaying to destruction and end.

If the bearer of the Heavenly Mandate cannot sustain this power, the overflowing karma naturally becomes the Heaven Fiend Lone Star, wiping out relatives, friends, masters, and disciples, even completely obliterating oneself in the calamity, becoming a sacrifice to the Heavenly Mandate.

Just like yourself. If you’re not strong enough, then you won’t be able to endure the Fate Pattern, you won’t be able to survive the Frost Calamity, you won’t be able to gain Subdue Evil’s recognition, nor defeat the Master of the Medicine Manor, to choose your own destiny, let alone encountering You Ruhui and Granny Huai afterward.

But An Jing is strong enough. If he can bear his Fate, he can save his mother, save the Children of Calamity at Hanging Fate Manor, save You Ruhui, save Granny Huai.

He’s not only not a Heaven Fiend Lone Star, but he can also help many people.

Of course, he can also help Mingguang Dust.

But how to help?

At least the identity of Jing Xuan is definitely not going to work.

——Only An Jing can.

"Ha ha... Ha ha! I understand now, so that’s how it is!"

With sudden clarity in his heart, An Jing finally understood where his opportunity lay, "I know what I need to do now."

"From the beginning to the end, I’ve been making choices for the sake of my safety, for my own well-being, for my own comfort and simplicity, the subconscious choices that facilitate an easy escape."

"From the start, I never went all out. I hid my true identity, I pretended to be in absolute danger, ever-ready to flee. It was a cowardly choice, not one to face the calamity head-on... Of course, I couldn’t overcome the calamity that way."

Others can escape, but he cannot.

"Because I am An Jing..."

"Heavenly Mandate, the calamity of the Seven Luminaries Seven Fiend, An Jing."

[Ha ha ha ha, Mingguang Dust, even you have seen such a day... Huh?]

At that moment, He Wuchang was still scoffing at the shattered Heavenly Mirror. He had fought against Mingguang Dust for a long while and had never forced him to reveal this final move. Now, seeing a genius far more formidable than himself on the verge of downfall, he was naturally filled with excitement.

But as he laughed, he suddenly realized that his laughter was not the only sound; there was another person, familiar to him, but who should have been unable to make a sound.

Feeling an eerie sense of danger approaching from behind, He Wuchang swiftly turned his head, only to find that Jing Xuan, who should have been at death’s door, had mostly recovered, standing tall amid the ruins with fragments of the mirror in hand, laughing heartily.

Without a word, without any hesitation, in sheer astonishment, He Wuchang swung his hand, releasing a streak of Sword Light aimed straight for Jing Xuan’s chest and abdomen!

No matter how An Jing managed to heal his wounds, cutting him in half would surely strip him of any ability to resist!

But the ringing of the Kanming Bell sounded, and the power of the Divine Weapon blocked the Blood Fiend, causing a slight change in He Wuchang’s expression—yet when he noticed the golden light enveloping Jing Xuan quickly dimming, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It was merely a temporary protection from the Divine Weapon; even if he did nothing, it would dissipate after some time.

However, that strange, overly sharp sensation coming from the opponent was truly unsettling for He Wuchang.

Moreover, that sharp and abnormal feeling was growing more and more intense, sharp like...

Like a sword.

An Jing was refining himself.

[Immortal God Cultivation Method・Taibai Disaster-Felling Calamity-Breaking Bright Spirit Divine Prohibition]

Taibai represents the essence within metal. Luminous Bright Spirit denotes a flawless and shining soul.

There must be calamities for them to be felled, and disasters for them to be broken.

As common bodies are like iron, they need the refinement of real fire, to be hammered and tempered, burnt inside and out, casting a new body under the Divine Prohibition, not formed without breaking.

Thanks to He Wuchang’s effort, the power of Soul-Reviving from Granny Huai’s Emperor’s Blood, combined with the trickle of Xuanyuan Pure Light emerging from the Heavenly Profound True Talisman, An Jing had completely molded the ’Eighth Ban Flesh’.

Even the Ninth Ban ’Soul and Spirit’ had been largely completed a long time ago without his noticing, thanks to An Jing’s use of the Son of Heaven Method to cast his Soul and Spirit with Divine Abnormality [Grasping Heavenly Moment].

In other words... the first nine bans of the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban were now fully accomplished!

[What in the world is going on?!]

The golden light that covered An Jing’s body dissolved continuously, breaking apart into fine streams of golden light that entered his body.

He was even using the power of the Kanming Bell to boost his own physical state, in order to match the Western Patrol Envoy’s body.

Without the Divine Abnormality and the inner Great Formation, the Blood Fiend Dharma Body had only physical strength and Divine Skill Art of Magic. Now that the Divine Skill Art of Magic was sealed by the Kanming Bell, as long as he could match the physical strength... They would be on an equal starting line.

No, he didn’t need to match. As long as he had half the physical strength of his opponent, An Jing was confident he could slay him!

[Incredible...]

As He Wuchang’s expression changed repeatedly, struggling to comprehend what was unfolding before his eyes, he ultimately chose the simplest method.

That was to kill!

—The night grows long, filled with dreams; this youngster seems to still have cards up his sleeve! Although it would be best to take him back alive, under these circumstances, even taking his soul back will do!

Gathering Qi with a soul-condensing intent, He Wuchang, wielding his blade, brought forth a tide-like wave of Blood Light, slashing towards An Jing whose golden glow had vanished!

This Blood Light seemed broad and unfocused, diffuse and uncondensed, but it was actually made up of even finer threads of Blood Fiend blades.

Because they were exceedingly fine and intricate, these Blood Fiend threads entwined into a blade light that could reduce a living person to a mist of blood with merely a slight touch, leaving only the captured soul to be swept into the torrent of blood and absorbed into his Fate Pattern totem!

A thousand blades upon the body, a fierce punishment that flayed the soul!

[With only the soul left, the effectiveness of the Secret Technique would maintain around sixty percent; if processed carefully and cautiously, with the ’Soul Fusion Water’ for storage, it should be about seventy percent... Including my previous savings, it should be enough]

But just as He Wuchang pondered how to process his spoils of war, An Jing, who seemed to be still deep in thought, had already made a move, breaking the blade attack.

An Jing’s method of breaking the blade attack was very simple; he just had his own Blood Fiend penetrate He Wuchang’s Blood Fiend blade light, then condensed and exploded it, deforming and scattering the blade light gathered from countless Blood Fiend energies.

At first, He Wuchang did not react, and by the time he grasped what had happened and his expression drastically changed, An Jing had already lifted his gaze, his eyes brimming with Blood Fiend light.

Boom!

The shattered stone path, the collapsing curtain of rain, and even the air around them were smashed by a figure hurtling like a cannonball, even pulling at the wall and rubble behind him, dragging up a cloud of dust.

And before the dust could reach its peak, An Jing had already swung an exceedingly swift punch, striking He Wuchang’s head once more!