My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 150: Final - : Completion of the Picture

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: Final Chapter: Completion of the Picture

They looked respectful and had a traditional etiquette that made it seem as if they were the actual characters of a thousand years ago there to watch the Dharma Assembly.

The false Perfected looked the same as he did the previous day, even though his figure was somewhat illusory, but neither he nor the people around him seemed to notice.

"Thank you all for coming, it’s getting late, let’s start the ceremony."

With these words from the false Perfected, he casually threw out a blood-red coffin. There was no one inside, only a thumb-sized heart-shaped crystal remnant, constantly flickering with a bloody light.

That light was similar to the lanterns in the Mysterious Domain at night.

Then the false Perfected began to set up the altar, an Strange fluctuation spread out, covering the entire Ceremony Square.

As the Dharma assembly proceeded, among the dozens of spectators in the square, they actually stepped into the coffin array with serene expressions on their faces. Coffins emerged automatically, one by one, showing peaceful faces as they laid down.

Even after all the outsiders had lain in the coffins, there wasn’t a trace of spiritual light.

On the contrary, as the assembly continued, the bloody crystal at the center shone more and more, until it finally reached its limit and exploded in a dazzling red light.

Just like a thousand years ago when the Entering the Coffin ritual failed.

The red light, like a tsunami shock wave, swept all around. The affected coffin array didn’t show any disruption but instead each one transformed into a paper coffin and began to rapidly evolve into book pages.

With the spreading of the red light, some coffins turned directly into one page after another, flying towards the false Perfected at the center. On the book pages, a lonely coffin was drawn, and inside it lay a serene person.

After a moment, on the square covered by red light, all the coffins had turned into pages of book illustrations, revolving around the false Perfected.

At this moment, the False Perfected became gradually transparent, and within himself, a book with a black-green cover and blood stains scattered on it appeared.

Meanwhile, with the transformation of the last coffin into a book page, the red light erupted again, spreading out rapidly, sweeping past all the buildings and pedestrians in the market.

The originally real buildings and pedestrians quickly lost their vitality and turned into a lines like in an ink painting. In the blink of an eye, they evolved into a scroll painting.

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At that moment inside the Heavenly Fragrance Tower, Wang Zijia had already called out to more than twenty girls.

"Thump Thump!"

"Why aren’t they coming up yet?" Wang Zijia opened the door a crack, popped his head out, and impatiently eyed the madam.

"Sir, why don’t we take a break? There are many patrons in the tower, and we don’t have enough girls," the madam said.

"Such a big Heavenly Fragrance Tower, can’t find a girl..."

Just as Wang Zijia was speaking, his face suddenly changed. A red light swept over everyone like a ring-shaped shock wave. The madam in front of him froze, her face rigid, as it regressed to a paper figure, then quickly collapsed, turning into a line-drawn figure.

Wang Zijia watched this scene unfold, his heart filled with fear.

Looking down, he realized that he had unknowingly turned into a character sketched with ink lines, only his color was much more vivid and not just black and white.

Without considering anything else, he turned and jumped out of a window on the second floor, floating onto the rooftop. Looking at the entire city, he saw that after the red light passed, the city had turned into an ink scroll painting.

The world had lost its colors, and he was just like a little man painted on it.

"Damn it, has the final Chapter of the plot arrived so soon? If this Mysterious Domain follows the normal flow, it shouldn’t break." Wang Zijia cursed inwardly, not daring to delay any longer, and darted straight towards the Ceremony Square at the city center.

In this situation, he didn’t care about whether it was dangerous or not.

If he kept dragging on, the Mysterious Domain would be completely re-integrated into the book, and he had no idea what would happen to him.

Even if he could exist with his current identity, it would probably feel like being sealed, and he didn’t know how many years it would be before he could unfold again.

And even this was the best case scenario based on the Balanced Scale!

Within a moment’s thoughts, Wang Zijia continued to leap from roof to roof.

"Stop, in the market, no climbing or wall-walking is allowed, violators will be detained in the Water Prison for half a year!" At that moment, countless people on the streets below were watching Wang Zijia, and a Law Enforcement Team suddenly appeared out of nowhere, chasing after him.

Looking down from the sky, a man could be seen leaping from rooftop to rooftop on a huge ink scroll painting, with several men chasing after him.

In the blink of an eye, another group joined in from the side, surrounding him.

Before the men could get close, Wang Zijia’s figure trembled, transforming into another identity.

The Law Enforcement Team that was chasing and surrounding him subconsciously halted, and looking puzzled for a moment, recovered their usual demeanor and was about to turn around and resume their patrol.

But after three breaths, they once again turned their gazes to Wang Zijia, who was leaping from roof to roof.

"Stop, in the market..."

With a roar, they started the chase again.

"A three-breath reaction time, huh? I should be able to make it!" As his mind raced, Wang Zijia once again changed his identity and continued to leap from roof to roof.

So, Wang Zijia was seen constantly leaping and constantly changing identities, while the Law Enforcement Team chasing him always paused, as if buffering.

In less than seven minutes, Wang Zijia had reached the Ceremony Plaza.

At the moment, the entire Nanfei Square was covered with countless pieces of paper. Each piece of paper had a coffin on it.

Most of the coffins contained a peacefully sleeping dead person, and a small number of coffins were still glowing, seeming to be resisting something.

In the center of the book page papers, a book filled with a strong sense of unease had already been opened, as if it wanted to take each of these paper drawings into itself.

Wang Zijia looked around. The roof he was standing on had fully become part of the painting, and he himself had become an animated character within the painting, even losing colors all over his body and turning into an ink painting.

Knowing he couldn’t delay any longer, Wang Zijia gritted his teeth and reached into his robe to pull out two talismans.

Second-Grade Essence Blood Talisman, Blood Escape Talisman, and Bursting Origin Talisman.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned white and spurted a mouthful of fresh blood on the two talismans, as if it didn’t cost him anything.

The two talismans turned into blood light and entered Wang Zijia’s body, causing his aura to shake. As he was wrapped in a blood mist, his mana rapidly ascended.

At the same time, the Essence Orb in his forehead burst out once again, and Wang Zijia’s entire body seemed to swell a bit. His mana rolled like a wave around his body, causing his Taoist robe and his hair to billow.

After completing these preparations, Wang Zijia’s eyes turned cold, and he turned into a streak of Streaming Light, charging towards the altar at the center.

As soon as he stormed into the area with the book pages, the book at the center vibrated for a moment, and a ghostly figure condensed once again. The false Perfected looked at Wang Zijia and said: "Sinner, Retreat quickly!"

With his words, the blood light representing Wang Zijia’s figure suddenly stopped and his movement towards the false Perfected became as slow as a creeping turtle.

Wang Zijia, disregarding everything, gritted his teeth and dashed forward.