I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 1053 - 347 Grace

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Chapter 1053: Chapter 347: Grace

Chapter 1053: Chapter 347: Grace

Although the Immortal Wind Cloud Body Technique was exquisite, Tang Luo couldn’t travel far, given the fixed amount of his Spiritual Power. However, based on his calculations, he should have had enough to fly back to the spot from which he fell from the Star Path.

Yes, he was searching for death.

Having successfully reached the place of his fall in his memory, Tang Luo lay down again in that spot, now only a wall root corroded away.

He had intended to disperse the Immortal Wind Cloud Body Technique in mid-air and then plummet, but considering the strength of his current body, he wisely chose to float down, landing with his face to the ground.

The reason he returned to this place and landed in such a manner was because he had one more important task to complete.

Although all his meridians were severed and he couldn’t use any Spirit Arts, he still possessed divine abilities. Besides forming swords from his breath, he also developed another use for his Breath Arrows.

Under this Wilderness, vast amounts of Blood Fiend had sunk into the ground. Although all Evil Qi eventually sinks beneath the earth, in just a short span of three days, it shouldn’t have gone too deep, and he should have been able to draw it out!

His divine ability turned Tang Luo’s orifices into something resembling a whale sucking water, drawing countless particles of dirt and sand into his stomach, filling his Void Stomach.

This powerful suction also stirred up the Blood Fiend trapped underground, which naturally resonated with Tang Luo’s body due to the Evil Qi concentrated by the Demon Heart.

As the Evil Qi rose from beneath the ground, the moment it touched the Heavenly and Earthly Qi, the dense Blood Fiend re-emerged, greedily corroding all it touched within the thick red fog.

The first to bear the brunt was Tang Luo’s face. His young features, which had been healing, began to disintegrate into a mist of acid upon contact with the Blood Fiend. Without the foundation of Spiritual Power, the flesh was this fragile against the Blood Fiend.

Merely the touch of the red mist eroded Tang Luo’s entire face until only the bones remained. Only his two eyes, perhaps due to his divine abilities or bloodline, remained intact and were unharmed by the Blood Fiend.

Having devoured the facial flesh, the Evil Qi grew denser and moved down Tang Luo’s neck, consuming flesh in enormous bites. The bandages around his body had long since dispersed into wisps of acid vapor.

When his pursuers would eventually arrive, they would find nothing but remnants corroded by the Blood Fiend, an end unlikely to lead anyone to think of his escape to Longxi!

Having done all this, Tang Luo once again prepared to wait for death. His consciousness began to fade at a surprisingly rapid pace, now that his body was no longer reinforced by Spiritual Power.

But things in the human world are always filled with surprises and inexplicable turns. Out of nowhere, the clear sky over the Wilderness became clouded, and a thunderstorm that seemed to cleanse the world began to pour down in torrents.

The Blood Fiend recoiled from the thunder and retreated underground, abandoning its feast on the flesh.

“No wonder the Blood River Divine Sword was broken so easily by Wang Fuling. With such cowardly nature, it’s incapable of achieving greatness, and the side effects are so severe. What a trash Spirit Art, it’s destroyed my flesh!”

As people say, the dying often speak well. If Tang Luo could erect a monument for posterity at this moment, he would sincerely write a warning for all cultivators who could see it, advising them never to practice any Blood Fiend secret techniques.

This thing really was a trap. It felt very powerful when things were going smoothly, but the moment one got hurt or sick, it truly was life-threatening.

Indeed, one should follow the righteous path in cultivation. The sages of old are beyond my reach!

Reflecting on his cultivation at the moment before his life’s end, Tang Luo felt that he must be considered utterly mad about martial arts.

If not for that inexplicable Cihang Treasure Light, Tang Luo felt this life could have come to a satisfactory end.

“Why have I encountered more good people in the past two days than in the previous twenty years combined!?”

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Feeling the miraculous effect of the Cihang Treasure Light on his flesh and bones, Tang Luo couldn’t bother to conceal himself anymore; he quickly controlled his Spiritual Power to make a sound and said, “Please, Master, stop!”

The treasure light, which shone as brightly as the sun illuminating the world, suddenly paused, and Yanshan asked, “Even an ant clings to life, so why do you, having been fortunate enough to survive, seek death?”

“The master is compassionate, and I am deeply grateful. Yet, if I do not die, the world will suffer greatly, and war will break out everywhere. Even for the sake of all living beings in the world, the master should not save this life of mine!”

The sound produced by the collision of Spiritual Power lacked intonation and was as cold as a stone figure bereft of emotion, even when discussing his own life, there was not a trace of warmth.

Yanshan was taken aback, and even the ripples of the Cihang Treasure Light trembled.

Others might regard this as mere nonsense, for stories of killing one to save the world are only found in storybooks. However, having glimpsed the secrets of fate through the Peeper of Prophecy, he clearly saw a world where blood flowed like rivers and Longzhou lay shattered and broken.

The fate revealed by the Peeper of Prophecy might change, but it would never be false, and combined with Tang Luo’s words, Yanshan found himself frozen in place.

As if his throat were being squeezed, the path of kindness that Yanshan believed in faced an unprecedented challenge in front of the Peeper of Prophecy’s revelations of fate.

The Prajna transformed by the Cihang Treasure Light spun behind Yanshan’s head, its colorful radiance chaotic, reflecting just how severe Yanshan’s inner turmoil and confusion were.

In the midst of this sporadic thunderstorm, Yanshan tried to convince himself to accept the revelations of fate and Tang Luo’s advice, yet no matter how much he pondered, he could not find peace with this arrangement.

Yanshan stood in the rain for a long time, but the world does not wait for anyone’s decision, just as thunderstorms are quickly over and cannot last, the dark clouds will eventually disperse.

“To kill one in order to save thousands? This is not compassion!”

The Divine Light of Prajna regained its firmness, and the treasure light shone on Tang Luo, flesh regrew over bone, and all of Tang Luo’s great efforts, were in vain.

Well then, it just goes to show that sometimes, good people’s ill-timed kindness can be more lethal than bad people’s carefully planned destruction!

Muttering a complaint about Yanshan’s actions, Tang Luo said, “If the master insists on saving me, then so be it, but I beg the master not to restore my facial features, or it will truly bring about catastrophic disaster!”

“Hey, I say, when did you have a say in this matter?”

Riding on Cloud Lotus, Brother Tian’s voice arrived before he did, “Do you really think you are some great figure, always bringing disasters upon others, what is your honorable surname?”

“Thank you for your… your life-saving grace.”

“Your tongue is gone, yet you still manage to speak pretty words,” Brother Tian, who had landed, curled his lip and said, “But just talking is worthless. You may want to die, but the fact that I saved you is real, right? So tell me, how do you plan to thank me?”

“I possess nothing of value. That Demon Heart I will give to you in thanks for saving my life.”

“Just mentioning that thing annoys me!” Brother Tian said, hands on his hips and discontentedly, “Do you think just a stinking Demon Heart is enough to repay the great kindness I showed in saving your life!?”

Without knowing where Brother Tian produced it from, he pulled out a robe and covered Tang Luo’s lower half, then turned to Yanshan and asked, “Master, could you tell me where the Divine Symbol is located within his body?”