371: Chapter 371: Dying from Exhaustion, Simulation Ends

[Lao Jun no longer needed to confirm anything.]

[Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Pine, Universe in the Sleeve, Ten Thousand Years Evergreen.]

[Three Divine Abilities unfolded simultaneously on the Cloud Platform, like three layers of canopies made of different materials, narrowing Chu Sheng's retreat path layer by layer.]

[Chu Sheng stood in the center of that pressure.]

["Come on."]

[Lao Jun did not reply; his sleeve opened once more, gathering the scattered cloud Qi in the surroundings toward his direction.]

[Just then, three new auras approached from different directions simultaneously.]

[Monk Liao Yuan's kasaya unfolded from the side, like a vast golden cloud covering the sky, sealing off the cloud path to his left.]

[Monk Liao Chen's alms bowl rose from the right, its edges rippling with golden rings, as if something was slowly closing in.]

[Great Immortal Red Sword's sword light pressed in from the front; the sword itself had not yet been drawn, but that scorching aura had already caused the edges of the clouds to curl.]

[The four masters of Divine Abilities stood simultaneously in different positions, without any superfluous movements or unnecessary conversation.]

[Lao Jun stood in the center, his sleeve still slightly open.]

[Chu Sheng looked back at the direction where Jiuer had disappeared, confirming that she had safely evacuated.]

[He then turned back to the front, his gaze sweeping over the four figures, confirming their positions one by one.]

["Just the four of you?" he asked.]

[No one answered him.]

[But no one stepped back either.]

[Chu Sheng took a step forward.]

["Then come on," he said.]

[The moment he attacked, Lao Jun also moved, like two stones falling into the same body of water simultaneously.]

[Great Immortal Red Sword's sword had already been unsheathed; the sword light grazed his shoulder, leaving a thin cut that was oozing blood.]

[Monk Liao Yuan raised his hand, and his kasaya unfolded in mid-air, covering a large portion of his field of vision.]

[Lao Jun's voice carried a hint of calmness after confirmation: "Being able to handle four attacks simultaneously is truly not simple."]

[Chu Sheng did not answer, but his sword had already touched the edge of Monk Liao Chen's alms bowl.]

[The four attacked simultaneously, their Spells and Sword Qi interweaving like countless thin threads weaving a net, trapping Chu Sheng in the center.]

[He kept changing positions under the alternating suppression of the four Divine Abilities, escaping time and again, only to be surrounded once more.]

[Chu Sheng did not retreat, but he could not find any gap to make a Breakthrough.]

[Just then, a tremor, not very violent, suddenly came from the edge of the battlefield, as if something was being placed onto the surface of the Cloud Platform.]

[Chu Sheng did not look back, but he felt Yue Jianli's aura approaching.]

[He turned his head.]

[Monk Liao Yuan was already standing behind Yue Jianli; her hands were unable to move, as if bound by something.]

[Beside her, Chu Xun and Chu Xing were also standing there; there were no spiritual power fluctuations around either of them, as if their cultivation had been completely suppressed.]

["Benefactor Chu, your two children and Dao Companion seem to care about you quite a bit." Monk Liao Yuan's voice remained calm, as if stating a fact unrelated to himself.]

["However, they do not seem very convenient to speak right now."]

[Chu Sheng stopped his movements.]

["Why did you capture them?"]

[Monk Liao Yuan did not answer, only slightly turning his head to look in the direction where Yue Jianli was.]

[Chu Sheng's footsteps paused for an instant at that moment.]

[Yue Jianli's figure became briefly clear in his line of sight for an instant.]

[He did not have time to confirm a second look; the edge of Monk Liao Yuan's kasaya had already blocked the space between him and Yue Jianli a step ahead.]

[A golden light shot from Monk Liao Yuan's fingertips, landing precisely in the direction where Yue Jianli was.]

[That light enveloped Yue Jianli's figure; he watched as she was completely swallowed, leaving not a single extra sound.]

[The figures of Chu Xing and Chu Xun also dissipated simultaneously in the aftermath of that light.]

[He had originally thought that this time, at most, his Magical Artifacts would be damaged, or at worst, he would be reduced to a prisoner, but he had not expected it to be a trap laid out from the very beginning; it turned out they wanted his life directly.]

[Chu Sheng, with eyes red from killing, no longer held back; the broken sword on him had been completely unsheathed during the previous clash, and that aura surged from deep within the sword body.]

[He spared no cost in mobilizing every bit of residual spiritual power within his body, attacking the four figures alternately with a rhythm bordering on madness.]

[Monk Liao Yuan's kasaya was slashed open by him, a thin crack appeared on the edge of Monk Liao Chen's alms bowl, and Great Immortal Red Sword's sword momentum was forced back for an instant.]

[But the four Divine Abilities still tightened layer by layer, like a net slowly closing, pushing him toward the edge.]

[On the distant viewing platform, some people had already stood up, as if wanting to see clearly what had happened in those last few breaths.]

[Su Muyu was still standing at the edge of the Guanxing Tower; she did not walk forward, nor did she avert her gaze, but the hand holding her brush had been still for a long time.]

[Ye Cang was still standing hundreds of miles away, not approaching, not moving away; he had been standing there for a long time.]

[The several Sect representatives beside him were also watching quietly, and no one made a sound.]

[It seemed they had made a deal with the other giants, waiting for the final battle to end.]

[Lao Jun's voice rang out at the very last moment.]

["Everyone, do you know why we must join forces to kill this child?"]

[Great Immortal Red Sword did not answer, but he was waiting for that answer.]

[Lao Jun continued: "Because he fits the signs of a Son of the Era too well."]

["A Divine Ability user not yet a hundred years old; even the Heavenly Demon Ancestor took a long time to reach this step back then. He also simultaneously possesses the Heavenly Demon Body, the four swords of zhuxian, and a refining talent that surpasses his peers."]

["With this growth speed, if he is not stopped here, no one will be able to stop him again."]

[Monk Liao Yuan's voice came from the side, still carrying the characteristic calmness of Buddhism: "The glaze fragments on him are just the catalyst. The real reason is that he is constantly attracting things that should not be gathered together."]

["Destiny, Luck, Law fragments, ancient Bloodline... these things should have been scattered across different eras; they should not all be gathered on the same person."]

[Great Immortal Red Sword sheathed his sword, as if he had completed the part he was supposed to do: "There are too many things on him, so many that they have exceeded the limit a person should be able to bear."]

["Among everyone here, no one wants to see the next Heavenly Demon Ancestor."]

[Chu Sheng did not continue listening, nor did he speak again.]

[At the very last moment, the sword light landed precisely on his chest.]

[His figure was like a statue being slowly laid down; the sound of him hitting the ground was swallowed by the wind.]

[Yue Jianli's figure was no longer in its original place.]

[The positions of Chu Xing and Chu Xun were also empty.]

[Su Muyu in the distance was still standing where she was; the edge of the Guanxing Tower had emptied out. She did not leave, nor did she move forward.]

[When the wind passed by her side, her gaze lingered for a long time in the direction where Chu Sheng had fallen, and then slowly shifted away.]

[Ye Cang withdrew his gaze; he turned around and did not look in that direction again.]

[The wind was still blowing, and the clouds were slowly gathering again.]

Chu Sheng's consciousness plunged into the darkness.

"What a long journey indeed..."

He heard a voice coming from behind, carrying a mechanical, emotionless tone that he had already heard many times.

[This simulation has ended.]

[Calculating.]

[Please wait for the rewards to be calculated.]