MOF Chapter 90

Chapter 90: One Buddha is Born, Two Buddhas Enter Nirvana. The moment the red thread disappeared, he…

For three consecutive days, dark clouds covered Southern Return, layer upon layer, thick as a quilt. A northerly wind gradually rose, blowing the dense clouds.

At noon, raindrops appeared on the ground. A Si was eager to go to the dining hall for food. Seeing only a drizzle outside, he grabbed an umbrella, planning to walk over himself.

Who knew that the moment he stepped out, a downpour came crashing down, almost collapsing the umbrella.

A Si quickly retreated under the eaves, wondering how the rain had suddenly grown so heavy. He originally intended to ask Xie Yiling to accompany him, but then remembered that he had already left earlier.

The winter rain was like knives, the sound of the rain like sharp weapons.

Xie Yiling had just confirmed on the Ascension Platform that he had indeed reached the Ascension realm. Before he could even come out, he was soaked from head to toe by the sudden rain.

Strangely, even though he was already a cultivator, he felt a chill clinging to him, and no matter how he tried to drive it away with spiritual power, he couldn’t tear it off.

Accompanying this severe winter rain was a thunderous roar.

Xie Yiling’s heart pounded. He subconsciously wanted to get away from this place. He quickly walked outwards, and a bolt of lightning suddenly struck in front of his feet.

Dirt splashed everywhere, and a pit was split open in the ground, only six inches from his body.

This lightning, was it trying to strike him?

Before he could recover, another thunderbolt fell.

Xie Yiling somersaulted, barely dodging, feeling his spiritual power congeal, making it difficult to use. He suddenly realized something and quickly calculated the time in his mind. It had been a year since he discovered the Heavenly Secrets.

And the Ascension Platform was the most suitable place to receive Heavenly Punishment.

Although he had known about this outcome for some time, it wasn’t until this day truly arrived that Xie Yiling felt a great fear.

His first reaction was to run, and as he ran, he looked up at the sky. After a flash of lightning, a bolt of Heavenly Thunder aimed straight at his head and struck him right between the eyebrows!

At the moment he was struck by the Heavenly Thunder, Xie Yiling’s spirit almost left his body. For a moment, he couldn’t feel the existence of his spiritual awareness.

Not only that, the power of the Heavenly Thunder also blasted him away, sending him flying more than ten meters.

Pain.

Pain filled every inch of Xie Yiling’s bones. The chill attacked his heart, and he shivered from the cold. A fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Then his head fell heavily, and he plunged forward, kneeling on the ground.

Instantly, the sound of bones cracking echoed from Xie Yiling’s body. The instinct to survive made him endure the excruciating pain. He clenched his fingers tightly on the cold ground, slowly crawling towards the exit of the Ascension Platform.

Another Heavenly Thunder struck down. Xie Yiling’s vision went white. Ignoring the pain, he fell into darkness. He blinked hard, tentatively turned his head, and looked left and right. He couldn’t believe it, but he had to accept the fact that he had been blinded by the lightning.

Several consecutive bolts of Heavenly Thunder mercilessly struck his body, like the most impartial judge in heaven and earth, determined to make him pay the price for opposing the Heavenly Dao.

After this round of Heavenly Punishment, Xie Yiling’s body was shattered.

Only then did he realize that when a person was in extreme pain, they couldn’t make a sound. He could only desperately shout in his heart: Pain! Pain, pain, pain! Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain!

Silence fell by his ears. Xie Yiling thought it was over. He rejoiced in his heart, realizing that Heavenly Punishment wasn’t necessarily fatal, and that he still had a breath left.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the thunder roared like the sky was breaking, and the mountain next to the Ascension Platform was split in two.

Rocks exploded. Xie Yiling was unable to dodge. The rain almost submerged him. The ground beneath him was wet and slippery, and he slowly fell down the mountainside along with the mud.

“Boom—”

The wind and clouds in the sky stirred, and the thunder roared as if it were exploding in one’s ears.

A Si was unbearably hungry, so he decided to brave the rain and find a disciple to take him to the dining hall.

The rain beat against the umbrella, tilting it. He stepped through the puddles and ran forward. Hearing the thunder, he couldn’t help but look up from under the umbrella.

After flashes of lightning, the clear trajectory of the Heavenly Thunder repeatedly struck the same place.

A Si stared at the direction where the Heavenly Thunder struck, and a strange fear suddenly rose in his heart. At this moment, the sound of noisy voices faintly came through the rain.

“What’s going on? The Ascension Platform seems to have been struck by lightning!”

“Could it be that there’s a demon there undergoing a Heavenly Tribulation?”

“Impossible! This is Southern Return. It’s not a place where just any demon can enter.”

“The Sect Leader is in seclusion. I’ll report to Young Master Yue. You guys go to the Ascension Platform first and see what’s happened!”

Several disciples flew through the rain as they spoke.

A Si watched their figures, touched his stomach, and driven by a premonition, chose to follow them.

Inside Fufeng Pavilion, Nangong Ci suddenly felt a great panic in his heart, urging him to immediately find Xie Yiling. He pushed open the door and ran into Nangong Yue, who had come to find him.

“A Ling.” Nangong Yue’s expression was serious. “There are strange omens in the sky today. The Ascension Platform was struck by Heavenly Thunder for some reason. Come with me to take a look quickly.”

Nangong Ci’s heart sank, and he followed Nangong Yue to the Ascension Platform. As soon as they arrived, they saw a series of Heavenly Fire Stones falling like shooting stars.

Xie Yiling was hit by the Fire Stones and fell to the bottom of the mountain, his body like mud soaked in water, collapsed on the ground. There were many stones at the bottom of the mountain, ranging from boulders two or three meters in size to walnut-sized stones, hitting and grinding him as they rolled down.

His cheeks were cut by the edges of the stones as he rolled down, and raindrops fell on the wounds, causing a burning pain.

But Xie Yiling couldn’t care about any of that. A circle of Heavenly Fire ignited around his body, trapping him in the center. The rain couldn’t extinguish it, and it burned without grass.

Blood-red flames rushed towards the person on the ground in the water, and a piercing, bone-corroding pain seeped in from his skin.

This pain was not the heavy, suffocating pain of the Heavenly Thunder striking his body and suppressing his spirit, but the pain of a physical body being tortured, stimulating his senses.

“Ahhhhh!!!”

The smell of burning flesh emanated from his body. Xie Yiling rolled around, thrashing, pulling at his Immortal Robes, trying to take them off.

“Heavens!”

At the broken part of the Ascension Platform, a circle of disciples had gathered at some point.

“That person looks, how could they look so much like Senior Brother Xie?”

“Hurry up and save him! Senior Brother Xie accidentally fell down!”

Several disciples raised their feet to jump down, but a bolt of Heavenly Thunder struck them back.

Si Wumian arrived in a hurry and saw this scene. He thought the disciples were reckless and reprimanded them, “What are you doing? Who told you to jump down!”

“Senior Brother Wumian, look quickly, Senior Brother Xie is down there!”

Si Wumian was shocked and quickly looked. The ball of fire below was constantly twisting. Looking at the figure and listening to the voice, wasn’t it Xie Yiling?

This time, he jumped faster than anyone else, but he was similarly blocked by Heavenly Thunder.

Xie Yiling’s body emitted puffs of white smoke. The flesh was burned white by the Heavenly Fire. His hands trembled as he tried to grab something, but a bolt of Heavenly Thunder struck him on his back, and he could only gasp for breath with his neck outstretched.

“Senior Brother Xie! Senior Brother Xie!!”

Si Wumian’s voice echoed in the air, reaching Xie Yiling’s ears.

Xie Yiling’s throat was so parched that there wasn’t a trace of moisture. He couldn’t even scream in pain. But soon, his mouth cracked, and blood moistened his oral cavity.

Heavenly Fire could not only burn flesh, but also destroy Golden Cores. When his Golden Core shattered, he suddenly remembered something, and a chill arose amidst the rolling heat.

The Strange Contract!

He hadn’t undone the Strange Contract yet!

Nangong Ci… No, he couldn’t let Nangong Ci die with him!

Xie Yiling gritted his teeth and rolled over. His abdomen was burned through, and blood and internal organs spilled out. He held his abdomen with one hand and raised the other. As the red thread appeared, he began to undo the contract with his last bit of spiritual power.

However, he didn’t have enough spiritual power left.

Xie Yiling felt great regret in his heart. Since his body was already numb with pain, what did it matter if it hurt a little more?

He steeled his heart, raised his head, and bit his wrist, wanting to tear the red thread. Blood slowly overflowed from his mouth, making the red thread even brighter.

Nangong Yue had just arrived at the Ascension Platform when a sudden change occurred behind him. He turned around and saw Nangong Ci’s face suddenly turn pale, spitting out blood. Blossoms of blood-red plum flowers bloomed on his snow-white Immortal Robes.

He quickly took a few steps forward and supported the person, “A Ling! What’s wrong with you?”

He reached out and probed Nangong Ci’s spiritual veins, and found that his breath was faint, showing signs of impending death.

“Impossible.” A crack appeared on Nangong Yue’s cold face. “How could this be?”

Nangong Ci’s eyes were scattered, and his heart was throbbing in pain. He braced his body, which was constantly losing spiritual power, and barely stood firm, speaking weakly, “Brother, find… find Xie Ci…”

“What does this have to do with him? Could it be that he caused you to be like this?” Nangong Yue’s words were filled with displeasure, but now was clearly not the time to ask questions. “Don’t move, I’ll protect your heart first.”

He raised his hand and poured a stream of spiritual power into Nangong Ci’s body.

Nangong Ci felt cold all over, and his heart was anxious. “No, find Xie Ci first, brother.”

Just then, Si Wumian’s voice cut through the layers of rain, “Senior Brother Xie! Hold on, I’ll go find Immortal Lord Fufeng!”

Nangong Ci caught the person in Si Wumian’s words, his eyes flickered, and he tried to stand up, using Nangong Yue’s wrist for support as he tried to walk over.

“Immortal Lord Fufeng, that’s great!” Si Wumian ran over, almost crying with joy, as if he had finally found a savior. He didn’t notice Nangong Ci’s expression for a moment. “Senior Brother Xie fell to the bottom of the mountain! For some reason, he’s carrying fire on his body. Young Master Yue, Immortal Lord, please save Senior Brother Xie quickly!”

“I’ll go save him.” Nangong Ci’s heart sank heavily. He straightened his body with difficulty, wanting to let go of Nangong Yue’s hand.

“A Ling, don’t be reckless.” Nangong Yue stopped him. “You can’t save him at all right now.”

Nangong Ci pushed his hand away, endured the pain, and walked to the edge of the Ascension Platform.

Before the disciples could rejoice, they were startled by his sudden vomiting of blood.

For a time, the words “Immortal Lord Fufeng” rose and fell.

Nangong Ci raised his hand to quiet them, his eyes gathering on Xie Yiling below. His eyes turned red, and his heartache was indescribable. Before anyone could react, he jumped down without hesitation!

Nangong Ci’s snow-white Immortal Robes were already soaked through, looking from behind like a bird with wet wings, spreading its wings in the mountains. But in mid-air, Nangong Yue’s spiritual power bound his waist, and he was pulled back abruptly.

“Cough, cough, cough!” Nangong Ci’s mouth was full of blood, and he walked forward unwillingly. “Brother, don’t stop me.”

Nangong Yue’s tone was calm and somewhat alarming. “We haven’t figured out what’s going on yet. Why was the Ascension Platform split open? Why did Xie Yiling appear there? If we act rashly, we might end up like him.”

Nangong Ci clenched the spiritual power around his waist, and said word by word, “I am already like him.”

“A Ling!”

“Boom—”

The thunder roared again, striking down again. Everyone could hear Xie Yiling’s miserable screams.

“Xie Ci!” Nangong Ci’s eyes were bloodshot, but no matter how he cried out, Nangong Yue refused to let him go.

Nangong Ci turned back and looked coldly at Nangong Yue. “Let me go.”

“No, A Ling, you can’t…”

Before Nangong Yue could finish speaking, a flash of light appeared before his eyes, and Azurefall was already in Nangong Ci’s hand.

“If you don’t let me go, I can only use Azurefall to sever my waist.”

Nangong Yue pursed his lips, his eyes indifferent. “Today, no matter what, I won’t let you go down.”

The surrounding disciples silenced and held their breath, not daring to speak, but vaguely felt that Young Master Yue and Immortal Lord Fufeng were both a little strange.

One seemed too indifferent to Xie Yiling, and the other was…

Before they could guess the reason, there was a “clang” sound, and the sword blade slashed at the spiritual power. Nangong Ci raised his sword and was about to drop the second sword when the Golden Core in his body suddenly rioted.

His whole body lightened, and Azurefall fell from his hand. Before his eyes were flickering spots of light, and in his ears were Xie Ci’s painful cries, but his spiritual awareness gradually sank, forced into darkness.

At the same time, Xie Yiling finally untied the Strange Contract.

The moment the red thread disappeared, he felt a emptiness in his heart.