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He watches over in eternity.
His crown was made of thorns and blood.
He is the master of all people.
Carrying the stern whip.
Ah, the prince of princes…
Chapter 465 Heavenly Punishment II
The intense impact almost rendered Zhang Jing unable to think for a moment. However, in just an instant, the plasma that had been flowing on the massive broken sword seemed to be enraged and began to boil. Amidst the flashes of lightning, Zhang Jing heard rolling thunder, like dark clouds pressing down on a barren plain before a summer storm...
Instantly, all the oppression and strange phenomena were swept away. Zhang Jing immediately realized what was happening, and when he looked at the head again, he became even more wary.
Zhang Jing carefully examined the enormous head. The outline of its features could be vaguely seen, but it was clearly very different from human features. At this moment, its eyes were closed, and on its forehead, there was a vertical slit, which was unknown whether it was a third closed eye.
This head has been severed for who knows how many years, and it seems that it was actually made into a part of this giant Heavenly Punishment Sword!
Or, to put it more accurately, Zhang Jing suddenly realized that the Heavenly Punishment Giant Sword before him was actually made from the body of this enormous being...
Who is this enormous entity used as a material for forging swords?!
But who was the powerful figure who forged this longsword in the first place?!
But what exactly caused this longsword to become so broken and damaged?
One question after another flashed through Zhang Jing's mind like a machine gun.
However, before he could think about it, Zhang Jing realized that his sinking had stopped, and he was now standing next to the huge head.
It seemed that some unseen force had brought him here, allowing him to witness this giant sword with his own eyes. Zhang Jing had a vague guess that perhaps this was the true form of the Heavenly Punishment Sword, while what he held in his hand was merely a projection of the Heavenly Punishment Sword in the real world…
Upon seeing this scene, Zhang Jing immediately guessed that this sword, perhaps because of its high status, could not truly descend into the real world.
However, such a massive weapon is probably only wielded by gods...
It seems I've discovered something incredible...
But what was the purpose of "fate" bringing him here? It probably wasn't just to let him see this giant sword... Zhang Jing always remembered the fact that he was about to face the "side effects" of the wishing book.
Therefore, he would never consider what he is currently experiencing as a mere "coincidence"...
Regardless of what might happen in a moment, Zhang Jing had already decided to "strike first" to ensure his own safety. So, in a specific way, he silently prayed for his teacher, Zhang Taihe's name, three times in a row…
Given Zhang Jing's current cultivation level, if there are plans or discussions targeting him that are closely related to him, and the other party's cultivation level is not far higher than his, he can get a vague sense of them even if they are not in front of him, and thus confirm them in advance through divination or other means.
As for Zhang Taihe, who is a "saint," he has gone a step further in this regard. Although he is not yet at the legendary level of "granting every request," he can already detect if someone recites his name. In other words, it is very difficult for a cultivator of this level to be schemed against using ordinary so-called "conspiracies."
As for Zhang Jing, he could use a specific incantation to strengthen this mystical connection when necessary. In addition, he was Zhang Taihe's disciple, and there was a master-servant relationship between them, making him arguably the person in the world most closely related to Zhang Taihe.
Therefore, Zhang Jing's silent prayer at this moment provided Zhang Taihe with a clear coordinate, allowing him to focus his attention on it...
Just as Zhang Jing finished his silent prayer, suddenly, without any warning, the blazing white electricity that had just subsided on the massive broken sword surged once more! And this time, it was even more turbulent than before, with thunderous roars and violent plasma dancing like silver snakes. The pervasive electric flames enveloped the entire broken sword, even attracting the surrounding tribulation clouds to converge there…
To use an imperfect analogy, if the previous situation was like adding a few drops of water to a pot of boiling oil, then the current situation is like pouring a ladleful of water directly into the boiling oil...
Vast clouds of tribulation began to gather, and within the sea of lightning swirled and churned, streams of blazing white electricity coalesced into an even larger vortex, converging towards the giant sword…
Just as Zhang Jing was watching with bated breath, wondering whether he should turn back, he saw the huge, mountain-like head on the tip of the broken sword suddenly move, and the next moment, all three eyes opened!
Flames, blood, slaughter—the three eyes, seemingly burning with endless crimson, all turned to look in Zhang Jing's direction the moment they opened.
At the very moment the eyes opened, the surrounding lightning changed again, forming blazing white chains that coiled around the massive head like giant pythons. Exploding lightning splattered directly into the head's facial features, like some kind of cruel torture, and the head's face contorted in pain, wailing silently.
After being tortured like this for a while, the expression on the head gradually faded, as if the last trace of ferocity had been worn away.
He returned to that blank state with his eyes tightly closed.
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who am I?
Where am I?!
Before me lay a blue planet, with vast bodies of water and continents covered in lush green vegetation. It appeared vibrant and thriving, teeming with countless creatures...
I have a bit of a headache... Hmm... It seems like something's bothering me. I feel like there's something important I can't remember...
It's all so annoying... I don't like it...
With a thought, he noticed that on the planet's surface, as his gaze fell upon it, the atmosphere began to rotate in a way that defied normal laws, constrained by some transcendent force. Ionization began to converge, and on the ground, on a mountain range that his gaze had focused on, a volcano that had been dormant for hundreds of years suddenly began to emit black smoke. The next moment, countless plumes of volcanic ash began to spew into the air...
The creatures in the surrounding area stared in terror at the sky, instinctively fleeing into the distance, letting out terrified screams. Some tiny creatures, dressed in simple clothes and standing on two legs, also ran away, while others knelt on the ground, shouting something loudly...
Chapter 466 The Old Gods
An atmosphere of fear began to spread silently...
Hmm... this is starting to get interesting. This taste is much more interesting than before...
These tiny creatures seem somewhat different?
As panic spreads, invisible connections begin to form...
What is this? Hmm...
They seemed to revere, even worship, me? Reverence born of fear…
These weak races, ha... far too fragile, they can't even withstand my slightest gaze...
Hmm... it doesn't matter. These weak races aren't worth worrying about...
However... it seems like we could try something more interesting...
A short while later, the volcano not far away began to erupt, and thick volcanic ash turned the sky pitch black, as if night had come early...
Lava spread across the ground, and the bipedal creatures, supporting each other, began to run into the distance. Occasionally, those who were too slow were overtaken and swallowed by the lava behind them...
An aura of despair and fear, along with the resentment of those who died, gathered in the air...
Haha, I'm feeling cheerful now, what an interesting scene...
I love this scene!
Death, slaughter, agonizing cries—weak creatures, please me as much as you can…
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The familiar sound of drums reached my ears, striking rhythmically, seemingly from ancient times, accompanied by countless voices shouting and praying:
"Glory to Leonis!"
A tyrannical and greedy prince,
He is watching.
He watches over in eternity.
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Are they calling for me?
My gaze pierced through the barriers, and... I smelled the stench of blood, a truly delightful scent...
It was a feeling of joy that came from the heart, as if it were some kind of refreshing fragrance.
With a joyful heart, my gaze began to pierce through the many obstacles...
Hmm... I saw it...
Under their gaze, they were tiny beings clad in black robes, slitting the throats of kneeling, two-legged creatures. The blood stained the earth, forming a mysterious and eerie array under the influence of some inexplicable force…
This is... a ritual with me...
My servants, this is good...
The power of this array is resonating with me, and the barrier in front of me is shrinking. It seems... I can already pass through it!
Hahaha, I will obtain my sacrifice...
I will bestow rewards upon you...
A sudden chill ran through my chest, followed by what sounded like something breaking...
But... wait, something feels off...
The thought of descending towards the sacrificial site had just arisen when the subtle changes that had just occurred seemed to activate some turbulent thoughts deep within my heart, as if something was amiss...
Just then, a faint rumble of thunder seemed to roll past his ears, and a sudden thought struck him as certain memories were vividly recalled…
A sudden pain shot through my head...
"No...no...this isn't me..."
"I am... I am not Leonis, I am Zhang Jing..."
As soon as this thought arose, more memories surfaced, but at the same time, the drumbeats around him suddenly intensified, endless radiance seemed to rise around him, and more songs of praise began to rise in his ears, as if countless voices were praising his greatness, humbly prostrating themselves at his feet...