PDLP Chapter 508 Complete Control, Historical Gap
Chapter 508 Complete Control, Historical Gap
The desolate, abandoned planet is now radiating its light with unrestrained brilliance.
Chu Lengyu stood there, her aloof and pure, radiant in the wind.
Her icy beauty possesses an ethereal grace, her jade-like face surpasses all others of her time. (Note)
She gazed at the tiny, slowly floating lines on her palm, the transformation of her inner essence gradually subsiding.
At this moment, she has transcended all realms, becoming an existence that countless beings look up to.
"Chong-"
With a clear sword cry, the Lone Sword seemed to sense its master's intention, and it was drawn from its sheath on its own, hovering in mid-air.
The silver-white blade gleamed under the starlight, exuding an air of excitement.
"Master, I see it..." The sword spirit's voice rang in Chu Lengyu's mind, "The parasitic race's nest is hidden deep in the void, and demonic tentacles tightly wrap around the Great Xia world."
Upon hearing this, Chu Lengyu's mind stirred, and everything that had happened in the Great Xia world appeared in her mind in perfect detail.
At the same time, she also saw that outside the Great Xia world, there were shadowy figures and ambushes everywhere.
"His patience has exceeded my expectations," Chu Lengyu said softly, though her tone was not surprised.
She gently stroked the spine of the sword with her fingers, and the icy sword intent instantly flowed across it.
The Parasite Clan are not fools. They may not be able to see through the fake secret realm set up by Danzhu, but they can still perceive the various coincidences and oddities within it.
Perhaps that's why they were willing to make the best of a bad situation, deliberately sacrificing Si Que, Kuang Chuan, and others as pawns, waiting for Chu Lengyu to appear.
And that parasitic plague god is a terrifying existence above the ninth rank.
Even though Chu Lengyu has now been promoted to Earth Immortal, he still has no chance of winning against Him.
However, the parasitic plague god was not afraid of her schemes, but only of her not showing herself. This persistent killing intent made Chu Lengyu feel a little doubtful.
She didn't understand why the parasitic plague god valued her so much.
He not only abandoned his peaceful slumber, but also risked becoming an enemy of the Central Heaven Ziwei for even the slightest news about her.
Chu Lengyu thought to herself that perhaps there was a deeper reason hidden behind this.
In the past, she lacked the strength to explore these secrets, but now, standing at the pinnacle of all realms, she naturally has the right to explore everything.
"So this is where it is." The hoarse whisper exploded directly in her primordial spirit, shaking her to her core.
She saw countless blurry faces unfold in the void, all turning towards her.
Chu Lengyu felt a chill run down her spine. When she advanced to the Earth Immortal realm, the Great Dao sensed her presence, attracting not only the attention of other Earth Immortals but also this parasitic plague god.
At this moment, she had no way out but to face the challenge head-on.
Sensing its master's danger, the Lone Sword suddenly burst forth with a blinding cold light, transforming into a bright moon that hovered behind Chu Lengyu.
Chu Lengyu formed a sword shape with her fingers, took a deep breath, and unleashed her first sword strike since advancing to the Earth Immortal realm.
The Milky Way spiraled upwards, freezing the space along its path into a crystalline mirror.
The hideous, distorted faces all withered away, while from the depths of the void came the angry roar of the parasitic plague god.
"Fellow Daoist, your methods are excellent." Just then, an aged voice suddenly came from the east.
As the sound faded, the phantom of a bronze chariot appeared in the distant void, exuding a desolate and ancient aura.
"However, it would be extremely unwise to provoke the parasitic plague god," the old man driving the carriage warned.
Before Chu Lengyu could retract her sword strike, her left hand swiftly formed a sword incantation. The Lone Sword split into twelve moon wheels in the air, like twelve bright moons hanging in the sky, pinning the attacking tentacles to the void, rendering them immobile.
"Since you've been watching the battle for so long, why don't you show yourself and lend a hand?" Chu Lengyu's gaze sharpened as she looked at the other party.
However, the illusory image of the bronze chariot suddenly vanished.
Just then, a sky full of starlight suddenly burst forth in the void, and within each ray of starlight, a blurry human figure was revealed—the divine projections of the other ninth-order Earth Immortals.
Whether they were sitting or standing, they all exuded a powerful aura that inspired awe.
"Hiss, this sword intent... No wonder it dares to contend with the God of Plague." A female voice came from the starlight in the southwest, her voice tinged with surprise.
Clearly, Chu Lengyu's displayed strength had already impressed these ninth-tier Earth Immortals.
However, the true form of the parasitic plague god is still slumbering in the mother nest of the demon realm, and what is being revealed now is only one ten-thousandth of its immense power.
The void rift began to tremble violently, as if it could not withstand the terrifying power that was about to arrive.
Amidst the blood-red light, a blurry, gigantic face slowly emerged.
Chu Lengyu felt an indescribable pressure bearing down on her. She suddenly groaned, and a trickle of bright red blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
Their souls were constantly under the silent attack of the parasitic plague god, as if being pricked by thousands of fine needles at the same time.
She suppressed her discomfort, raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes shone with an even more determined light.
The Lone Sword sensed its master's fighting spirit, and an unprecedentedly soaring sword intent emerged on its blade, like a dragon about to break free of its reins, yearning to soar between heaven and earth.
Those old monsters want to watch from the sidelines? Let's see if they can keep up!
She didn't have much time left before the mother nest fully awakened.
So she gritted her teeth, mobilized all her strength, and suddenly tore through space. Her figure flashed away like a streak of light, and when she reappeared, she was in the familiar yet strange Great Xia world after her advancement.
Both the officials and the emperor were visibly surprised to see Chu Lengyu suddenly appear at this moment.
Upon seeing this, Danzhu quickly opened the world within the book as a guide.
Chu Lengyu's figure, like a wisp of smoke, descended into those celestial palaces and flying towers.
However, the moment she stepped inside, her figure blurred for a moment, as if disturbed by some force, but quickly became clear again.
"My inner world is not yet complete, and I cannot tolerate you for long. We must finish this quickly," Danzhu hurriedly transmitted his voice.
She was anxious and helpless.
At this moment, she felt as if she were trying to lift a heavy iron ball with a thin book. Although the world within the book was magical, it ultimately could not withstand such immense pressure.
Upon hearing this, Chu Lengyu nodded slightly.
However, given her current level of cultivation, the only way for her to return to the Great Xia Dynasty is through this kind of clever trick.
Although the world in the book is a fictional realm, it can accommodate gods and immortals, which is exactly the kind of bridge to the lower realm she needs at this moment.
She was simultaneously situated between two realms, finally having the opportunity to reforge the Nine Cauldrons. Perhaps this was the key to her turning the tide and saving the world.
A golden light suddenly shone from the Nine Tripods, followed by the clear, melodious sound of a set of chimes, which seemed to have traveled through millions of years.
Nine pillars of light, imbued with auspicious energy, shot into the sky, intertwining in the clouds and ultimately transforming into a magnificent landscape painting. The painting depicted majestic mountains and winding rivers, showcasing the vast and beautiful land of the Great Xia Dynasty.
Chu Lengyu's fingertips gently touched the Yongzhou Cauldron. At that moment, the bronze patterns seemed to come alive. The black bird on the cauldron flapped its wings and flew high, carrying her divine sense through time and landing in a valley covered by a blizzard.
"withstand!"
The shouts of the ancestors echoed through the valley.
Clad in animal skins and wielding rudimentary stone weapons, they bravely confronted a pack of ferocious wolves.
Just as Chu Lengyu was about to warn them to take cover, she heard the crowd suddenly erupt in cheers.
It turns out that the ancestors, with their wisdom and courage, successfully repelled the wolf pack and protected their homeland.
Beside the fire, an elderly shaman with white hair picked up a stone slab and used a sharp stone tool to carve the day's harvest onto it.
The picture flows.
Chu Lengyu saw the ancestors gathered on the riverbank, and someone was demonstrating a newly made farming tool: "Tie the stone pieces to the wooden handle like this..."
However, the floods forced people to abandon their newly cultivated farmland and move to higher ground to escape the floodwaters.
The floods raged, causing immense suffering to the people.
In this time of crisis, some people were willing to take on the mission, leading the people to work day and night, traversing mountains and rivers, to dredge waterways and control the floods.
Looking at these arduous pioneering scenes, Chu Lengyu couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions: "So this is how myths are born."
Her words had barely faded when a sudden burst of the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses rang out.
With flames of war raging and smoke billowing everywhere, a brutal war is unfolding.
In the center of the battlefield, soldiers from both sides fought each other, blood and flesh flying everywhere, screams and roars rising and falling.
Suddenly, someone charged into the enemy ranks, singing loudly.
Holding their flags high, they charged towards the enemy without hesitation.
When the smoke cleared, the war finally ended.
Chu Lengyu saw that people were sitting around the campfire again.
The carvings on stone slabs, the cracks on tortoise shells, the patterns on pottery, the lines on bronze... these seemingly simple symbols and patterns contain the wisdom of fishing, hunting, farming and herding, and are the inheritance of civilization.
They connect history, eventually landing on paper and transforming into square characters.
In the star-studded night sky, each star is a burning figure: a soldier who used his body to block the breach in the flood, a pharmacist who tasted all kinds of herbs during the epidemic, and a historian who protected the classics under the enemy's blade.
Chu Lengyu gazed up at the starry sky, her heart filled with emotion and respect.
A sudden inspiration struck her, and she swung her sword, carving a powerful "人" (person) character in the air.
In an instant, thousands of phantom images of heroic spirits appeared, and those ancestors who had left their mark in the cauldron all nodded and smiled at her.
Their approval and blessings transformed into dazzling golden talismans, merging into Chu Lengyu's body, making the flame of fortune within the cauldron ever brighter.
However, just when Chu Lengyu thought it was all about to end, the screen suddenly began to shake violently.
The sky split open like a blood-red curtain, and demonic energy, as sharp as branches and a swarm of touches, rushed in—the eleven plague gods.
the other side.
The twelve divine beasts—Jiazuo, Jiwei, Xiongbo, Tengjian, Lanzhu, Boqi, Qiangliang, Zuming, Weisui, Cuoduan, Qiongqi, and Tenggen—appeared in the clouds.
As the natural enemies of the plague, they have arrived!
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Note:
A pure heart endures the cold, its integrity remains flawless in its later years. Its color defies the frost, its fragrance carries the essence of autumn dew. — Xu Tingheng, "White Chrysanthemum"
Clad in white, with frosty sleeves, surpassing even the purple magnolia. I adore my own radiant beauty in the wind, laughing at the peonies scattered across the Zhen and Wei rivers. —Qing Dynasty, Zhu Tingzhong, "Full Garden Fragrance: Magnolia"
Jade-like bones fear not the miasma, icy beauty possesses an ethereal grace. — Su Shi, Song Dynasty, "West River Moon: Plum Blossom"
Her beauty surpasses even the finest snow, her purity rivals that of ice; passersby vie to praise her graceful form. Transplanted from the imperial garden, her jade-like face alone reigns supreme in this fragrant season. — Li Ciming, Qing Dynasty, "Gao Yang Tai Five Poems, No. 3"
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