Blind Spot
Chapter 570 - 523 Finish 3

Chapter 570: 523 Finish 3

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The lightning flickered, casting the world in a ghastly pale light.

Countless dark clouds converged behind Li Chengyi, and as he raised the Golden Longsword upward, the clouds sped up their rotation, forming a massive vortex.

An indescribable solemnity mixed with an evil majesty emanated from him.

His silver hair whipped about, his robes billowed, and the black sword pattern on his brow now faintly glowed with a silver light.

"Is that... Bai Lu??!!"

Kui Ling, standing below, looked up at Li Chengyi, whose appearance had drastically changed, showing an expression of incomprehensible shock on her face.

Such an image, such power... it couldn’t possibly be something Bai Lu, with only the Four Seals or Five Seals, could create...

But now... the reality was right in front of her eyes.

The vast crack in the sky, formidable enough to rival Huo Qingkong, was emitting a terrifying black qi, darkening the skies, slowly turning day into night....

"How... how can it be!!?" Kui Ling muttered in astonishment, slowly walking forward, as if wanting to see more clearly.

But she was quickly held back by the Holy Spirit and the others.

The Holy Spirit Taoist sighed and said nothing, simply looking up at the sky, where the once desperate situation seemed to have found a glimmer of hope.

Elsewhere at the base.

Groups of disciples, under the guidance of the service members, were gathering in formations, joining forces to resist the red light and the black snowflakes.

Large quantities of emotional threads webbed together in layers, successfully filtering out the Blackblood and red light from outside.

"Is that really... Brother Bai Lu!?" Bai He exclaimed, staring at Li Chengyi suspended in the sky, his face showing disbelief.

"I knew Brother Bai Lu was the strongest! He must be able to save us!!" Qiu Chen said naively, her face bright with joy.

"Wake up! The black snow is emitted by Brother Bai Lu. We don’t know the actual situation yet. Brother Bai Lu has only cultivated for a few years, right? How could he become so powerful all of a sudden!?" Bai He retorted.

"To confront Elder Brother’s situation, Brother Bai Lu must be unable to care too much! How can you not understand that!?" Qiu Chen said, her face showing a hint of madness.

"What about Elder Brother Huo Qingkong, though? How could he suddenly turn into such a terrifying form?? Could it be what legends call falling into demonic madness!?"

Although the Seven Spirit Holy Technique does not have the concept of falling into demonic madness, Huo Qingkong’s appearance now greatly resembled the depiction of going mad with power as described in novels and stories.

Zhao Yuan, standing nearby, continued to stare blankly at the sky, at Huo Qingkong, without uttering a word.

If the idea of Elder Brother’s demonic transformation was something she couldn’t accept, then Bai Lu’s sudden outburst of power was like another heavy blow to the depths of her heart.

She looked at Qiu Chen, who was excitedly talking nonstop; the latter was still insisting that Brother Bai Lu would not ignore them and would save them...

Looking at that excited, flushed face, something akin to a malicious fire inexplicably rose within her heart.

"No!! Elder Brother has not forgotten us!! He has not fallen!! He’s still there!! He’s just momentarily led astray! He’s still him!!!"

She burst out completely!!

Hysterically clutching her head, she screamed.

The scream momentarily made the eardrums of more than a dozen gathered disciples ache.

Suddenly, she leaped up, breaking through the emotional thread network. The Sword of Wisdom beneath her feet lit up, lifting her out of the formation, charging towards Huo Qingkong.

With resolve never seen before, she didn’t look back, her face set with determination.

"I’ll prove it to you!! He’s still him!! He has not fallen! He’s still that Elder Brother who loves everyone and wants to save everyone!!!"

The formation didn’t have any repelling or attacking measures against internal disciples, so she actually managed to rush out of the formation’s light curtain and towards the bloody light column in mid-air.

But as soon as she was exposed, her entire body’s skin began to wriggle, bulging out as her face, neck, arms, and thighs started to sprout countless, innumerable blood-colored tumors.

Faces emerged from the tumors, issuing piercing, mournful screams.

Before reaching halfway, she was completely transformed into a lump of tumorous masses, indistinguishable from a human shape.

"Zhao Yuan!!!"

The disciples below, including Bai He, shouted, but it was already too late.

Nobody expected that at this moment, someone would seek death by rushing out of the formation’s protective range.

Everyone’s attention was highly focused on the two figures in the sky, and by the time they noticed Zhao Yuan, it was already too late.

The Holy Spirit Taoist slowly lowered his raised hand, sighing softly.

In the sky at that moment.

Huo Qingkong was enveloped in a blood-colored pillar of light that pierced the heavens, becoming the only pure light in this world. He paid no attention to Zhao Yuan flying out from behind him. Compared to the powerful presence surrounding them, Zhao Yuan’s screams were drowned out by countless others, impossible to discern.

The red light illuminated the surroundings, staining everything sinking into night with a deep crimson.

"Ridiculous!" Huo Qingkong faced Li Chengyi, a multitude of voices rang out, "Do you not see the massive crack behind you? Its chill is enough to freeze the entire world, to destroy all life. Only by destroying such senseless evil as you, can the world truly see peace!!"

He did not notice that where his light column shone, all living things began to mutate with flesh undulating, growing different-sized tumors on their skin, which grew larger and larger, faces emerging on their surfaces.

The faces screamed in agony, emitting sharp and evil sounds.

"All beings... await hope!!"

Huo Qingkong raised the Black-Red Longsword, howled towards the sky.

At that moment, his belief as a world-restarting cleanser seemed to intertwine with a benevolent aspect at a strange angle, striking a fragile balance, making his sense of self also seem somewhat subtle.

A crack?

Li Chengyi was taken aback, glancing backward.

Indeed, the crack had appeared again... constantly emanating a terrifying chill.

"I see now...." His expression became stern, "It is precisely your terrifying evil qi that forced me to unleash an equally powerful force. This is not my fault... The power to freeze everything... it is meant to freeze you, to seal you in existence!!"

As for the collateral damage to others, that was merely the inevitable price of salvation. How could the hardship and value of salvation be highlighted without a price!

If there were no price to pay, suffering wouldn’t need saving.

For a moment, their gazes met, both seeing the tangible willpower in the other’s eyes.

Since breaking through the Seventeen Seals, Li Chengyi had never gone all out. Now, fused with the Floral Dress, his strength was not limited to the Seventeen Seals. It was further enhanced by the Divine Flower Gourmet’s layers, strengthening his Flower Language Technique.

Setting aside everything else, the Flower Language Ability of the King of Shadow Dragons alone, the technique that amplified all his balanced qualities, had received a tremendous boost.

Not to mention the Flower Language Technique of the Seven Spirit Holy Technique, which had also greatly increased in power.

At this moment, his practical fighting ability far surpassed that of the Seventeen Seals, reaching a level he could not even calculate.

On top of that mysterious trait.

With no point of reference, Li Chengyi himself was unclear about his own realm.

The previous three great demons had merely allowed him a slight warm-up, and that too was just an ordinary warm-up.

"In that case..." Huo Qingkong’s sword blade laid horizontally in front of him, a great swath of viscous blood suddenly surfaced on the black-red longsword.

"Instant Prison..."

He touched the tip of his sword with one hand, and where his finger met the tip, a glaring blood light ignited.

"Thousand Blades!"

Boom!!!

In an instant, countless blood-colored sword blades lit up out of thin air in front of him, flying out like numerous blood-colored eyes.

The sword turned into a torrent of light, converging into a blood-colored, fan-shaped tempest that covered most of the sky and stormed towards Li Chengyi above.

This move was slow to activate, but once it exploded, its speed far exceeded twenty times the speed of sound, reaching fifty, sixty times, or even higher.

In just a flash of light, Li Chengyi felt pain all over his body as countless blood-colored storms completely engulfed him.

In mid-air, all that remained was a blood-colored shroud enveloping him, rushing into the black clouds and the vortex, flying towards the far end of the sky.

"Bai Lu!!" Kui Ling couldn’t help but exclaim from below within the formation.

"Don’t be rash!"

The other elders hurriedly held her back.

"No matter what Bai Lu has become, at least from the momentum he’s showing, his strength is definitely not weak. The terrible astronomical changes he can cause mean there must also be a huge secret hidden inside Bai Lu! Don’t rush!" the Holy Spirit Taoist said in a deep voice.

He had made contact with the Demon Emperor and knew that Bai Lu harbored an extremely ancient and evil foreign aura.

"Feel carefully, Bai Lu’s aura is still there."

Upon hearing this, Kui Ling quickly focused on sensing and indeed found, as he had said, that Bai Lu’s aura was still in the sky, and Huo Qingkong was also on high alert, still intently staring at the sky without moving.

"How could Bai Lu... become like this?!" She couldn’t understand how her previously adorable and pure child had suddenly turned into such a bizarre and evil figure.

"Is that really Bai Lu?"

She even began to doubt in her heart.

How long had Bai Lu practiced? It should be impossible for him to face Huo Qingkong head-on, to say nothing of the current Huo Qingkong, who disposed of top warriors like True Fire with a single sword strike. How could he fight?

"Whoever he is, the battle now is beyond our interference..." the Holy Spirit Taoist said softly.

Kui Ling fell silent and looked around.

If not for the great formation enveloping and protecting everyone in the Faceless Sword Sect’s stronghold, everyone would have ended up like some other scattered common disciples outside, their bodies sprouting countless facial tumors and writhing in pain on the ground.

"What on earth is happening to this world??"

She murmured...

Elsewhere.

Bai He Qiu Chen and Zhao Yuan each led their disciples to join forces, forming a formation with the Sword of Wisdom at its core to shield them from above and resist the red light coming through from the great formation.

"...Brother Bai Lu!!" Seeing Li Chengyi submerged in the sword light, Qiu Chen couldn’t help but cry out in worry.

"He’ll be okay... he must be... the sect leaders are still here... it has to be okay..." Bai He was praying incoherently beside her.

He didn’t even know whom to pray to after watching Zhao Yuan turn into a twisted tumor monster in an instant after flying out of the formation.

It’s not just him.

All the hundreds of disciples who had witnessed this scene were stunned.

They all knew that Zhao Yuan’s most beloved and most admired was Huo Qingkong, and yet the red light he released had completely twisted and corrupted her...

This terrifying scene completely destabilized the already panic-stricken disciples.

"He’s emerged!! Brother Bai Lu is fine!!"

Qiu Chen’s loud shout pulled him back from his panic.

Bai He looked up to the sky.

In the sky, where the blood-colored sword blade storm had engulfed the area, two golden sword traces quickly lit up.

Although the blood-colored storm was exceedingly thick, it couldn’t cover the increasingly brighter two golden lights.

Boom!!!

The golden light turned into two golden swords, each over ten meters long, like tearing through a curtain, they burst forth, ripping apart the storm, severing a large number of blood-colored sword lights.

Li Chengyi’s robe had completely shattered, revealing his strong body covered in dragon scales beneath.

The antlers on his forehead had now become sharp, curved black dragon horns, and his eyes had changed from pitch black to a pure golden slit pupil.

Hiss.

A pair of giant dragon wings, measuring tens of meters, tore through his back, extending and unfolding.