Chapter 149: As Long As All Living Beings Are Not Dead, We Will Not Be Destroyed!
It was late into the night, and the moon hung high in the sky.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s spiritual power had almost recovered, and Ming Zhaoxue truly rested his forehead against Ming Zhaoshuang’s hand, borrowing all her spiritual power.
Ming Zhaoshuang asked, “What do you want to do with this spiritual power?”
Ming Zhaoxue smiled and asked, “Have you forgotten? I said I would give you a divine tool.”
Ming Zhaoshuang remembered. Indeed, such a thing had happened over two months ago, when she hadn’t yet subdued the Primordial Brush, the Dragon had told her.
But she hadn’t truly wanted it, as divine tools were so precious.
How could anyone casually gift such a thing?
However, since Ming Zhaoxue said so, she enthusiastically agreed, “Where is it? Let me see!”
Ming Zhaoxue shook his head and smiled, “No rush. First, tell me what kind of divine tool you want.”
It was even possible to make a wish!
Ming Zhaoshuang said without hesitation, “I want a Talisman Brush!”
Although Cheng Zhaoyang had already given her a High-Grade Profound Tier Talisman Brush, Ming Zhaoshuang still desired a better quality one.
After all, the effectiveness of talismans was closely related to the quality of the Talisman Brush.
Ming Zhaoxue continued to ask, “Then what do you want the Talisman Brush to look like? You can draw a design draft for me, and I will fulfill it.”
Ming Zhaoshuang couldn’t help but say, “Can divine tools be customized now?”
Ming Zhaoxue smiled and nodded, saying, “Have you forgotten? We are from the Divine Race. We can cultivate swords, draw talismans, and refine artifacts.”
In ancient times, the Dragon Race and Phoenix Race were known as the two great Divine Races.
He intended to directly refine a new divine tool for Ming Zhaoshuang.
Hearing this, Ming Zhaoshuang no longer hesitated and said to Ming Zhaoxue, “Then wait for me.”
She picked up a drawing brush. In her mind, the brush from the Heaven and Earth Yin Yang Formation unconsciously appeared. She couldn’t recall it clearly, and without any impression, her fingers unconsciously began to sketch on the drawing paper.
One stroke for the sun, two strokes for the moon.
Mountains and rivers intertwined, golden patterns twining around, as if a phoenix was embracing the bright sun, or a dragon was holding the bright moon.
Finally, Ming Zhaoshuang belatedly realized that she had already completely designed the Talisman Brush and had even written its name.
“Shan He.”
This brush was named Shan He, capable of encompassing the sun and moon, and changing mountains and rivers.
She handed the drawing paper to Ming Zhaoxue and asked, “Can you create something like this?”
Ming Zhaoxue looked at the blueprint and said, “It’s beautiful. Of course, I can create it.”
Just as Ming Zhaoshuang was about to ask how Ming Zhaoxue planned to refine this Talisman Brush, she saw him reach out his hand and gently cover her eyes.
“You are already very tired today. Rest first.”
Ming Zhaoshuang’s body slumped onto the desk, her eyes tightly shut.
Ming Zhaoxue lowered his eyes, and after confirming that Ming Zhaoshuang was sound asleep, he raised his hand, summoned Que Xue, and fiercely slashed at his own chest without any hesitation.
Blood splattered, and he took a rib from his own chest cavity.
Divine tools, naturally, needed to be refined using the bone and blood of divine beasts.
Since the Dragon-Phoenix War in the past, divine beasts in the world today were nearly extinct. To refine a divine tool for Ming Zhaoshuang, he could only take it from himself.
Dragon bone, the strongest part was not the spine, but the third rib from the heart.
It was used to protect the heart and preserve life.
Ming Zhaoxue showed a pained expression, and his spiritual flow moved slightly, stopping the bleeding from his chest.
The remaining spiritual power, under his will, slowly sketched out the divine brush that Ming Zhaoshuang had envisioned, until it was exactly as she imagined, not a bit more or less.
Until the words “Shan He” were engraved on the jade-white brush body.
Until a long cry came from the sky, and boundless thunderclouds enveloped this fertile land, bringing an aura of majesty and anger, forcing everyone to look up and confront it.
Golden light flashed brightly, and the divine tool appeared.
The heavens and earth cried out, and thunder bore witness.
Ming Zhaoxue looked through the cold window at the falling frost and snow outside, and at the dim sun and moon outside.
He raised his hand, paused for a moment over Ming Zhaoshuang, and covered her with a defense shield.
“Mother, you must protect her.”
In the next instant, his figure shifted, and he was already thousands of meters away, leaving the thunderclouds far behind him before he truly looked up at the sky.
Black shadows loomed.
Thunderbolts rained down like fine water, striking Ming Zhaoxue’s body, bursting with brilliant white light, as if illuminating the entire world and shattering all mountains and rivers.
His body was continuously stained red by the thunder, and continuously blackened by the wind and rain.
Yet his expression remained indifferent. His golden eyes lifted, looking towards the horizon, though it was unclear who he was looking at.
Nor was it clear who he was confronting.
“Hundred thousand years ago, during the great war between the Dragon and Phoenix divine races, the Phoenix perished, and the Divine Dragon vanished. Yet from this, you were born – the will of heaven and earth. You harbored prejudice and created injustice. From then on, the cultivation world was filled with hidden dangers, and the life of all things was filled with prolonged sorrow.”
“Heaven and Earth thus turned against you, and Shan He separated from you. Your power greatly diminished, yet you remained obstinate. Thus, thirteen thousand years ago, you painstakingly crafted Ao Tian’s body, intending to seize his will upon his ascension. However, Feng He unexpectedly appeared, defying heavenly will, and fought you. You executed Feng He and forced Ao Tian to his death, but in doing so, you also lost the last opportunity for Heaven and Earth to acknowledge you.”
“Heavenly Dao.”
Ming Zhaoxue’s body was wracked with pain, his bones and blood shattering in the thunder. He faced the Heavenly Dao, yet remained unperturbed.
“Twelve thousand five hundred years ago, the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master risked his life to glimpse the heavens, and the Talisman Saint Wei Shuo risked his life to change fate. Feng He was thus revived and trained to cultivate ascension, and Feng Budu to contend with you.”
“Although she perished in the thunder of Feng Budu’s tribulation crossing, her divine soul scattering, all the ascenders you had hoped for from then on died by Feng Budu’s sword, and there have been no ascenders for over ten thousand years.”
“You, therefore, grew even weaker.”
A roar came from the sky, as if enraged by Ming Zhaoxue’s words. Under the daylight-bright radiance, Ming Zhaoxue’s figure was completely indiscernible, and only his indifferent, cold voice could be heard.
“Ten thousand years ago, the Artificing Saint Ou Ziye forged the Soul Guiding Lamp with phoenix bones and phoenix feathers, intending to revive Feng He once more. However, in the thunder accompanying the appearance of the divine tool, you nearly struck him to death. Ultimately, after only a hundred years, he met his end.”
“Two thousand years ago, Feng He’s divine soul within the Soul Guiding Lamp condensed once more. The Alchemy Saint Yixu recast her physical body for her, but died in the alchemy tribulation, living only eight thousand years. However, Feng He was resurrected again later, and you did not know where Feng He was headed.”
“You, thus, were filled with trepidation for over two thousand years.”
Reaching this point, a sneer appeared at the corner of Ming Zhaoxue’s lips:
“You fear Feng He too much. You fear that Feng He will prove all your prejudices wrong, and you fear that Feng He will prove all your oppression wrong.”
“But you simply cannot kill her. Ao Tian’s divine soul envelops Beyond the Heavens, blinding your eyes, and you cannot find Feng He’s divine soul. Ao Tian’s scales cover Feng He’s body, and you cannot kill Feng He’s flesh and blood.”
“When I ascended and underwent tribulation, you wanted to seize my body, just as you seized my father’s body. Now, when I forge this divine tool, you want to execute me, just as you took my mother’s life.”
“But what kind of being are you, that you are worthy of seizing my body, and worthy of executing the will of all living beings?”
Ming Zhaoxue uttered his final words:
“You cannot kill Feng He, and likewise, you cannot kill me.”
Because, as long as all living beings do not perish, we shall not be extinguished.
