Chapter 670 - 634: It’s Over?

Chapter 670: Chapter 634: It’s Over?

Chapter 744: Is This the End?

The nine-colored clouds in the sky grew increasingly bright, and the Nine-Colored Thunder Ball at their center swelled to an immense size. As if exhausted, Mu Chen slowly closed his eyes. He joked, "This Thunder Tribulation is certainly taking a long time to build up. The wait is making me sleepy."

The Profound Old Ghost was stunned for a moment. Then, the sorrow on his face abruptly vanished, replaced by a look of pride. After all, this was his disciple—the fellow who could still smile in the face of death. At some point, his disciple’s Life Insights had surpassed his own. Through the Extreme Spirit Pearl, the Profound Old Ghost’s purple pupils stared at the nine-colored lightning radiating a terrifying aura. Yet, there was not a trace of fear in his eyes; instead, he found the thunder exceptionally beautiful.

With a soft chuckle, the aged voice said gently, "Yes, it truly is taking a long time. But, Xiao Chenzi, it looks like Little Fairy is about to wake up."

Mu Chen’s closed eyes slowly opened. Though his body, suspended in the air, was immobilized by the pressure of the Thunder Tribulation, his Ice Extreme Demon Pupils granted him an incredibly wide field of vision. By shifting his gaze, he could see exactly where Wan Xian’Er and Xiao Ying’er were sleeping.

However, at that moment, the convergence of the Nine-Colored Thunder Ball in the sky suddenly sped up. In the blink of an eye, it had grown to roughly the same size as the ring-shaped area of the thundercloud.

"What terrible timing... It seems the Thunder Tribulation has finished building up its power."

With a bitter smile, Mu Chen glanced at the Nine-Colored Thunder Ball in the sky. He sighed, his gaze returning to Wan Xian’Er.

The very moment Mu Chen’s gaze landed on her, Wan Xian’Er, lying on the Spirit Nourishing Couch, gently opened her eyes. Her long eyelashes fluttered. Just as she tried to rise, she suddenly realized she couldn’t move a single inch! Not only that, a terror welling up from the depths of her soul flooded her heart, and its source was directly above her!

However, when Wan Xian’Er’s gaze shifted toward the sky, her eyes shot wide open and her pupils dilated. A profound terror spread from her core, consuming her entire body. For there, suspended 10,000 meters high, was an incredibly familiar figure. He was dressed in white, his crystalline blue hair hanging straight down. His hands dangled limply behind him, as if he had fallen unconscious.

And above him, Nine-Colored Thunderclouds, wreathed in Nine-Colored Thunder, were brewing a power beyond her comprehension. She had no doubt that if this power were to descend, even her grandfather would be annihilated in an instant!

’No... This can’t be real...’

At this sight, Wan Xian’Er wanted to struggle! To rise! To scream his name! But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t even twitch. All she could do was watch helplessly as his figure seemed to grow more distant. In that instant, an exceedingly gentle voice suddenly echoed in her mind.

"Xian’Er."

Wan Xian’Er froze, then frantically called out, "Mu Chen!"

Mu Chen gave an apologetic smile. "It seems I was never destined to be a good father or a good husband. We promised to live our lives together, but I’m afraid I’m about to break that promise again."

"Don’t you dare! Mu Chen, you listen to me! I won’t let you break your promise! You promised! A lifetime! You promised to spend a lifetime with me! You promised! You liar!! Liar!!"

No matter how innocent Wan Xian’Er might be, when Mu Chen said those words, she understood the meaning behind them. Tears streamed down her face. Even though she couldn’t move a single part of her body, tears still fell from her eyes. This was an emotion that not even the gods could control.

She didn’t know that Mu Chen saw it all, that her every word stabbed his heart with agony. He wanted to cry, but he couldn’t, because he knew that the moment his tears fell, he would be leaving behind regrets.

Forcibly suppressing his grief and unwillingness to part, Mu Chen did his utmost to make his trembling voice sound calm. He gave a self-mocking smile. "I guess I’m really not a good man. I’ve made you cry again. It seems all I’ve ever brought you are sorrowful memories. How pathetic of me."

Just then, a dull, rumbling sound, like something collapsing, came from the sky. Mu Chen glanced at the fully-formed Nine-Colored Thunder Ball and smiled. "It looks like there’s not much time left. Xian’Er, listen to me. Although I want to tell you not to be sad, I know how empty those words would be. No matter what, from now on, you must live well... Ying’Er, she is the continuation of our lives. Take good care of her."

After saying this, Mu Chen finally let out a sigh of relief. He looked to the heavens and said, "Xian’Er, do you believe in reincarnation? If there is a next life, I will remember this life, and I will find you again..."

The instant his voice faded, a pillar of nine-colored lightning erupted from the Nine-Colored Thunder Ball. It locked onto Mu Chen and blasted down! Its range was vast enough to engulf a palace. But Mu Chen knew... this pillar of thunder could only harm him.

A Flash of Thunder, carrying a world-destroying shockwave, crashed down and pierced straight through Mu Chen’s body!! The sky instantly turned as bright as day! Everyone’s consciousness slipped away in that instant! But, in the moment before Wan Xian’Er’s consciousness faded, she knew with absolute clarity that the man she loved... was gone...