Chapter 547
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Chapter 547: The Broken Ceiling
Lucifer’s illusory body was completely torn apart by Xiu, transforming into specks of spiritual light that vanished into the air. Those pitch-black eyes glared angrily at Xiu, as if endless fury was burning within.
After pondering for a moment, the remnants of his body turned to look at Lin Qiye on the Nimbus Cloud.
He spoke coldly:
“Michael’s agent, I will come to find you…”
As his body dissipated, his voice grew fainter until it completely vanished.
Lin Qiye frowned slightly but did not take the matter to heart.
He did not wish to get involved in the conflict between Michael and Lucifer. If it weren’t for accidentally summoning the latter’s phantom this time, he might never have had any connection with Lucifer.
He recalled Zhao Kongcheng telling him that when Lucifer was discovered, he was suppressed beneath a volcano in North America, and was also restrained by Michael’s “Mortal Realm,” unable to escape…
In such a state, how could he come to find himself?
Even if he managed to escape, would he dare to step even a foot into the borders of the Great Xia?
The immediate priority was to find a way to shake off the two deities in front of him.
After the Wind God and the God of Yellow Sand tore apart Lucifer’s remnant, they stepped forward, easily crossing the void to pursue Lin Qiye and the others.
Hurricanes and yellow sand blotted out the sky, beginning to seal off the surrounding airspace. Although Lin Qiye was riding the Nimbus Cloud, he still could not escape the confines of this divine ruin in a short time.
His expression gradually grew serious.
He reached out, touching his chest, and pulled out a wooden chopstick.
This was another trump card of his.
Within this chopstick lay the sword energy of the Sword Saint from the time of his peak.
With this sword strike, he could surely block the two deities, but it also meant that Lin Qiye and his companions would lose their last means of self-preservation. If the enemy caught up again, they would become easy prey.
Even if Lin Qiye were to bear the soul of a deity again, he could not withstand a true deity; his current realm was still far too lacking.
Should he unleash this sword, or hold back?
Lin Qiye stared at the two figures rushing toward him, his palm gripping the chopstick, beads of sweat forming.
“Give up. You cannot escape.”
Saiter’s body transformed into yellow sand, dissipating into the air, and finally coalescing in front of the Nimbus Cloud. He looked at Lin Qiye and the others with a cold smile, slowly speaking.
An invisible gale spiraled out from the void, forming a tornado that sealed off all retreat routes. The Nimbus Cloud flew to the edge of the gale, forced to halt. If they continued forward into the storm, everyone here, except for Jialan and Zhou Ping, would be torn to shreds.
Their escape route was completely sealed off.
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Lin Qiye’s mouth.
With these means, escaping from the hands of deities was still unrealistic…
At this moment.
In the Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods.
Nyx, dressed in a starry robe, stood quietly in the courtyard, looking up at the void above, her eyes shimmering with a faint light, lost in thought.
This time, she did not sit in the rocking chair, nor did she hold any needle and thread. She stood there like a statue, completely still.
Li Yifei and the others quietly gathered in the corner of the corridor, observing Nyx, whispering:
“What do you think is wrong with Grandma Nyx today?” Li Yifei asked suspiciously.
“Yeah, it’s already been an afternoon.” A Zhu nodded, her gaze fixed on Nyx’s head, seeing nothing, “What is she looking at? Why can’t I see anything?”
“Sea Mother? Where’s the Sea Mother?”
The pug in a tailcoat suddenly perked up, standing on its hind legs, its eyes wide as it scanned the surroundings.
“She should be looking at the director,” Black Eye said thoughtfully.
“Can she see from there?”
“Perhaps she can.” Black Eye paused, “After all, she is a deity.”
In the courtyard.
Nyx gazed at the void above, her brow slightly furrowed.
After hesitating for a moment, she raised her hand, as if wanting to touch something…
Suddenly, another hand grasped her wrist.
Nyx turned her head to see Merlin, draped in a blue mage robe, standing beside her, shaking his head.
“Wait a bit longer,” he said.
In the mist.
Standing on the Nimbus Cloud, Lin Qiye tightly gripped the wooden chopstick, slowly raising his hand…
At that moment,
Another hand grasped his wrist,
Gently lowering his hand.
Lin Qiye turned his head to see Zhou Ping standing beside him, his blood-stained face smiling as he looked into Lin Qiye’s eyes.
“Senior Sword Saint…” Lin Qiye was taken aback.
He lowered his head and saw that Zhou Ping’s skin was radiating a brilliant glass-like divine light. Beneath the blood-stained black shirt, a nearly transparent glass heart was beating strongly.
“Keep it safe; you won’t need it just yet.”
After Zhou Ping spoke, he paused for a moment, as if hesitating. His ears turned slightly red, but he mustered the courage to say, “Thank you… I didn’t expect you would really take such a big risk to save me.
I thought I was being overly sentimental…”
Zhou Ping’s second sentence was very quiet, drowned out by the surrounding wind, and Lin Qiye and the others did not catch it clearly.
“What did you say, Senior Sword Saint?” Bai Li Pangpang leaned in closer.
Zhou Ping’s ears turned even redder. He took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and spoke loudly again:
“I thought! I was being overly sentimental! I thought you wouldn’t come to save me!”
He didn’t know why he said this; clearly, these words should have been kept in his heart, clearly… he didn’t dare to say them.
But he said them anyway,
And quite loudly.
But so what?
This time, wasn’t he also being overly sentimental?
The feelings he had carefully nurtured were finally reciprocated.
He was very happy, happier than ever before.
Now, if he could, he wanted to go back to the past,
To pat his younger self on the shoulder,
Smilingly tell him:
“Don’t cry,
Look, there are still people in this world who care about you.
This world isn’t that bad.”
Bai Li Pangpang heard this clearly, laughed heartily, the wind blowing his hair up. He squinted against the wind and shouted:
“Senior Sword Saint, you need to be more confident!
You are the Sword Saint of the Great Xia, the pinnacle of humanity, the teacher of our Fifth Special Team. You are a hero walking ahead of everyone, protecting all!
Everyone is watching your back, struggling yet steadfast, moving forward step by step!
No need to doubt, no need to fear!
Your existence is a blessing for everyone!
You don’t need to deny your feelings,
Because you deserve all of this.”
As his words fell, the howling wind whistled in Zhou Ping’s ears.
He stood there in a daze, that glass-like heart growing brighter!
Do I… deserve it…
He murmured to himself,
Then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
With a soft sound, that glass-colored heart suddenly emitted a blinding light. Within him, it felt as if a heavy shackle had been broken, and a surge of intense emotion, mixed with pure sword intent, surged into his heart!
At this moment,
The shackles embedded in human genes, which had confined the Great Xia’s strong for over a hundred years, a ceiling that no one could break,
Were shattered by Zhou Ping’s own hand.
