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Chapter 2602 The Key to the Zhang Family and the Judgment of Fate
Chapter 2602 The Key to Home and the Judgment of Fate
This situation was exactly the same as when the He family first entered Panlong Ancient City. In He Lingchuan's understanding, this pool shouldn't be full, so no matter how much he tried to fill it, it wouldn't be full.
The secret realm is a very mysterious place, quite different from reality.
On the lotus petal position directly opposite the tower, there is a small circular groove on the stone slab along the edge of the pool.
Now, the groove is emitting a dark red light.
Was it afraid he wouldn't see it? He Lingchuan touched it a few times, feeling the unique coldness of stone.
The Soul-Capturing Mirror in his arms also let out a surprised exclamation: "When you entered the secret realm last time, this groove wasn't there yet."
The Blood Demon, habitually skeptical, asked, "Are you sure?"
"Nonsense, how could my memory be wrong! But you, you come here every few days, and you can't even remember it?" The Soul-Capturing Mirror scoffed before continuing, "This groove, it seems like we need to put something into it?"
It must be a circular object.
The Blood Demon thought for a moment: "The Divine Bone Necklace? Can't it transform?"
It makes this suggestion because the Panlong Secret Realm is most closely related to the Dafang Pot. If the secret realm changes, it is most likely related to the Dafang Pot. So, trying the Divine Bone Necklace is the safest bet.
He Lingchuan shook his head and said, "It's not the Divine Bone Necklace."
The Divine Bone Necklace represents the Great Pot. If something needs to be activated here, there's no need for the entire embedded recess to be exposed; it can operate on its own.
After saying that, he took out something, which was indeed a ring.
Both artifact spirits let out a long "oh":
"So that's it!"
Destiny Godhood!
Its shape is that of an ouroboros, which is basically a ring.
However, the shape of the Destiny God does not quite correspond to the groove on the edge of the pool.
Ignoring all that, He Lingchuan took the God of Destiny and tried to put it into the groove. But at that moment, the snake with its tail suddenly started spinning in his palm again. Its head was raised high and facing him. It not only trembled slightly, but its eyes also emitted a scarlet light!
The Soul-Capturing Mirror was startled: "What is it doing!"
"Warning!" The Blood Demon's voice turned grave. "It's warning Jiu You. If we embed it into the groove, I'm afraid... I'm afraid there will be risks, right? Hey, wait a minute, why is your Bloodlust power suddenly surging!"
With the last sentence, it suddenly cried out.
As soon as he finished speaking, the cloak suddenly burst open, and then the dark sky swept in all directions!
This scene was both terrifying and bizarre.
The new Panlong Secret Realm is larger than the former Yujing City, but the spreading black mist quickly and mercilessly conquers every corner of the secret realm, making it look like the end of the world has suddenly arrived.
The light from the lanterns on the street and inside the houses suddenly became weak and lonely, as if it could be swallowed up by the deep darkness at any moment.
Countless shadowy figures lurked within the dark sky.
Those were all hideous ghostly figures, neither human nor human, roaming the city under the cover of darkness, releasing their pain, sorrow and anger in screams and wails!
At this moment, the Panlong Secret Realm is truly a purgatory!
Fortunately, this was a ghost town, devoid of any living creatures; otherwise, touching them would have driven them mad and killed them instantly.
This is the immense blood and sins that the Nine Nether Emperor carries on his shoulders!
This is the endless karma he must bear!
From the moment he made the grand vow to fight against the Heavenly Demon, he embarked on a path of no return.
He initiated the Dragon God War, which resulted in a bloodbath across the entire Gold Plains;
He established the unprecedentedly vast Cangyan Empire and a united front against the Heavenly Demons, which will directly or indirectly change the fate of hundreds of millions of lives now and in the future.
This involves endless entanglements of cause and effect, and every day it generates more karma.
These karmic burdens will not be weakened because he is the supreme Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds, nor will they be offset by the countless good deeds he has done.
As people live, their karma accumulates continuously until they die and their karma is eliminated.
The speed and scale at which the Nine Nether Emperor accumulates karma is more than ten million times that of ordinary people.
Even the Soul-Capturing Mirror, which was always by He Lingchuan's side, screamed:
"My God, I've accumulated so much!"
It had been a long time since it had seen the Nine Nether Emperor unleash his full karmic power; it had never been this terrifying before.
Even the Blood Demon could only smile wryly: "It was bound to happen sooner or later."
As an aggregate of the world's blood feuds, it has done everything in its power to delay him, but this thing is like a powder keg, it will only accumulate more and more, and sooner or later it will explode.
Its power will only increase.
"But not right now."
The force with which the endless shadows surged forth was so strong that even He Lingchuan staggered a few steps.
Once he had regained his footing, he stepped forward and looked down at the blessed pond.
The entire Panlong Secret Realm was filled with the soul-piercing howls of vengeful spirits, yet the little snake in his palm remained silent. But He Lingchuan could hear it solemnly asking him:
Are we really going to do this?
Once the Destiny Godhead is embedded in the groove, it may trigger a reversal of fate, leading to terrible consequences:
"Even you, the Nine Nether Emperor, cannot bear the consequences."
The Soul-Capturing Mirror said worriedly, "Why do we have to open this slot? I think it's fine as is."
The new Panlong Secret Realm has been running smoothly since its establishment, hasn't it? What's wrong with keeping it that way?
But He Lingchuan had a vague idea of the answer. It was a sudden whim, not something he needed to be told, but he just knew.
He had waited too long for this day.
"This is the key." He looked at the Destiny Godhead in his palm, and the little snake was also waiting for his answer.
Neither of the two artifact spirits understood: "What key?"
"The key to home."
Family?
He Lingchuan looked directly at the little snake and asked:
"At least tell me what I'll be facing next?"
Judgment of fate!
The little snake didn't speak, but He Lingchuan could understand it even with his eyes closed:
As long as this channel is reopened, the second trial of fate will arrive at any time!
"The next trial of fate?" The Divine Spark of Fate was pieced together in Bailie, and then he was given his first trial. That was more than a decade ago.
After that, it remained silent. He Lingchuan wondered if it had forgotten what it was supposed to do next.
It turns out that it had been waiting for a new opportunity for trial.
The Nine Nether Emperor's destiny was already extremely powerful, and it was truly not easy for his divine status to wait for the next opportunity to reverse his fate.
He Lingchuan nodded: "Understood, open it."
are you sure?
"I'm sure." The voice of the Nine Nether Emperor echoed in the empty and deserted Panlong Secret Realm, drowning out the cries of the other resentful figures. "Do what you should do."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dark sky suddenly shrank back, almost as quickly as it expanded.
Before those shadowy figures had had their fill of wandering the city, they were dragged back by an invisible force. Despite their reluctance, they were swept into the black torrent and reassembled within the Clang Dragon Armor.
"Next time..." The roars of countless shadowy figures finally coalesced into one sentence, "Next time, you won't be able to suppress us again!"
(End of this chapter)