novelraw Chapter 67 : I Won
Chapter 67 : I Won
Chapter 67: I Won
Shattered.
Vanished.
Reborn.
The clouds rolled back to reveal the sun outside, yet in the next instant, it was covered again.
Lu Changyuan stood within the Heavenly Tribulation, swinging his sword with ferocity, destroying everything he saw beneath Severed Thought.
He no longer used sword techniques, but instead wielded Severed Thought in his hand, mingling yin and yang, striking with the most basic of slashes.
Yet it was precisely this most basic slash that tore apart all delusion and the Six Dusts, while the void of Taiyi devoured everything into nothingness.
All sword techniques, in the end, were nothing more than stabbing, chopping, cleaving, and sweeping.
“Hm?”
Behind the layers of black clouds, there suddenly appeared a void-like, vague shadow.
That shadow seemed to suddenly mix with countless broken sounds.
At first, it was like quiet sobbing, but soon it grew rampant—demonic sounds filled the ears, countless cries and wails tangled together, pulling one’s heart into tightness.
Desire Demon?!
Even though Lu Changyuan had already lost his complete heart method, he still recognized the identity of that shadow.
Why would the Desire Demon appear within a Heavenly Tribulation?
When Lu Changyuan saw the Desire Demon, naturally, the Desire Demon also saw him.
The once-blurred outline suddenly expanded, like a blown-up bladder, and in an instant transformed into a gigantic gaping maw stretched to its limit.
That mouth, vast enough to cover the sky, was filled with sharp teeth, its edges crawling with bluish-black tumors.
Countless eyes twisted out from the fleshy walls, staring deathly at Lu Changyuan.
A sharp inhuman shriek nearly destroyed Lu Changyuan’s eardrums.
Suddenly, a colossal bolt of blood lightning crashed down, directly toward Lu Changyuan’s face.
Lu Changyuan raised Severed Thought to block it, but the blood lightning flowed along the sword, roasting his hand into charred black.
His face remained expressionless, only carrying a mocking smile: “Do you really turn a blind eye to the Desire Demon?”
As if stung by this remark, the Heavenly Tribulation grew ever more violent.
Blood flowed along the hilt and reached the tip of Severed Thought, adding a streak of scarlet to its sleek blade.
In the next moment, Lu Changyuan had already charged into the gaping maw, Severed Thought’s sharpness tearing directly out of the Desire Demon’s body.
Layer upon layer of flesh membranes and tangled veins were sliced open like fragile paper beneath Severed Thought.
Severed Thought was a natural nemesis to the Desire Demon.
Lu Changyuan shook off the foul green pus on Severed Thought: “Still as disgusting as ever.”
He lifted his head and narrowed his eyes.
Behind the clouds, countless hideous demon faces appeared again.
In an instant, Lu Changyuan’s surroundings seemed to transform into an endless thunder prison.
Thunder and demons filled every direction, as though they meant to devour him completely, leaving not even a scrap behind.
The Heavenly Tribulation rolled in ceaselessly, and the Desire Demon sought prey to consume.
Lu Changyuan, his dark robe soaked in blood, held his sword: “I never thought you would hate me to this extent.”
It was unclear whether he spoke of the Heavenly Tribulation or the Desire Demon.
He raised his sword, finally exhausting all of his past.
The power of the four seasons converged into this one strike.
An arc appeared out of thin air, like a gate of myriad wonders revealing its most perfect mystery, then completely transcended space and time, bringing forth a sound explosion that shook heaven and earth!
Space was completely folded and burst apart, void inner force clashing with Lu Changyuan’s will, finally erupting into a terrifying suction force that devoured everything with tyranny.
What a joke!
You are Heaven’s Tribulation, yet when demons roam the world, you do not slay them.
When mortals suffer, you turn away.
When chaos leads men to devour each other, you sit idly by.
Yet now you descend murderous blood lightning upon one who has harmed no one.
Lu Changyuan’s voice spread far and wide.
“If you will not slay the demon, then I will!”
Su Youwan did not understand.
How could a person have such courage?
She saw with her own eyes that dark-robed figure charge into the tribulation clouds three times, shattering them to pieces.
This was not transcending tribulation, nor obstructing it—this was using human strength to cut against the Heavenly Tribulation itself.
The silver-haired girl gazed at the heavens.
She suddenly felt that Lu Changyuan truly seemed like an immortal.
Perhaps only the immortals of legend would dare draw their sword against Heaven.
Again and again, he charged upward, until finally he fell to the ground.
Was it truly worth it to go this far for others?
Su Youwan was not too sure, but she tried to understand Lu Changyuan.
She cultivated Heaven’s destined Dao, advocating the way of following Heaven.
Yet today, she had seen with her own eyes a man who defeated Heaven with human strength.
The tribulation clouds above tried to gather many times, but in the end, they still dissipated bit by bit.
The soul-shaking blood lightning vanished from the world, and then rain began to fall.
At first, it was black rain, but gradually it turned into clear, crystalline water.
When the rain ended, the skies should be clear.
Now the vast night slowly faded away, and tomorrow’s sun would surely rise again.
Su Youwan cleared the residual thunderous intent from the surroundings, then walked to Lu Changyuan.
He was lying on the ground, covered in blood, looking like a corpse.
“Young Master Lu, are you all right?”
“Seems my luck isn’t too bad. I won.”
Lu Changyuan had fought the tribulation clouds for two days, dispersing them.
Meanwhile, Jiang Jiayi had likely delivered the man to Tianshan before the clouds could gather again.
The rain splattered on Lu Changyuan’s face, yet he only laughed twice, letting the rain drench him into a sorry state.
How beautiful.
The Third Princess thought so.
She held an umbrella over Lu Changyuan, shielding him from the rain.
Yet her silver-white hair was soaked, and cold autumn water slid down her strands, dripping onto Lu Changyuan’s hand.
“What I mean is, your injuries look rather serious.”
“If you ask about injuries, then not so good.”
Lu Changyuan grinned, blood scabs on his body falling away like snowflakes: “Seems today I will meet my end here. Might need to trouble Your Highness the Third to spend a few silver coins on a fine coffin to collect my corpse.”
Su Youwan’s face was expressionless: “I recall Young Master Lu said just yesterday that you might not die here.”
“Man’s plans can’t match Heaven’s.”
“Is that so?”
“What else?” Lu Changyuan felt his throat filled with the taste of blood, the choking unbearable: “Your Highness the Third should best stand farther away, lest blood splatter onto your face in a moment.”
Su Youwan shook her head: “It has already splattered onto me.”
Her pale-blue Daoist robe had already been stained with Lu Changyuan’s dark blood.
It looked as though a pure lotus flower had been forcibly sullied with mud.
“Young Master Lu, do you have medicine for blood lightning injuries?”
Yet after fighting blood lightning for two days, Lu Changyuan’s wounds were no longer something ordinary pills could heal.
“Do I look like someone carrying pills on me in this state, Your Highness?”
“You still like answering questions with questions.”
The Third Princess squatted down, naturally smoothing her robe before sitting properly in front of Lu Changyuan.
She extended her tender white arm, holding it to Lu Changyuan’s lips.
“Your Highness the Third, what are you doing?”
“Drink, Young Master Lu.”
Drink what?
A flash of light passed, and a cut appeared on that porcelain-like skin.
Crimson blood flowed down her arm, dripping into Lu Changyuan’s mouth.
Su Youwan spoke as if it were natural: “You can’t drink too much, lest you start fixating on me later.”
She embraced Lu Changyuan in her arms, as though a man covered in filth and suffering had been taken into the arms of a sacred bodhisattva, soothing his pain and hardship.
Lu Changyuan’s breathing slowly steadied.
His life was no longer in danger, though his injuries were still grave.
“Your Highness the Third?”
Su Youwan released him, once again lifting her birdcage: “Don’t ask. I won’t tell you.”
Everyone had their little secrets, didn’t they?
Lu Changyuan could only say: “I had no intention of asking anyway.”
“That is good.”
The silver-haired girl helped Lu Changyuan up, brushing the dust off him.
Then she said softly: “You are amazing, more amazing than anyone I have ever seen.”
Lu Changyuan felt that stifled breath completely leave his chest.
He smiled, lifted his gaze to the heavens, the seas boundless and the earth vast.
“I am not amazing.”
“It was nothing more than letting out my anger.”