Chapter 561 - 369: As You Wish! (Part 2)

Chapter 561: Chapter 369: As You Wish! (Part 2)

"I really don’t want to die...."

Emperor Zhenwu’s hoarse murmur voiced the sentiments of all ordinary people.

Even the king who possesses the world is merely a fearful mortal in the face of death.

Those achievements he once took pride in—subjugating kings, expanding territories, reigning over the seas.

In the face of the eternal long night, they’re nothing but fleeting sparks.

Lu Xuan quietly gazes at the pitiable yet detestable figure before him, feeling a faint resonance within.

Indeed, who isn’t afraid of dying?

Even someone as strong as Lu Xuan is desperately trying to escape the shackles of this mortal coil.

Emperor Zhenwu’s body trembles violently, his cloudy pupils reflecting Lu Xuan’s figure as if seeing his younger self—

The King Zhenwu who stood proudly among thousands of soldiers,

The War God who made the thirty-six Western Kingdoms cower in fear,

The supreme ruler who once looked down on his ministers in Jinluan Hall...

Gasp...gasp.....

He looks down at his withered hands, the dark blue veins spiderwebbed densely.

Beneath the bright yellow dragon robe, no longer is there an emperor’s strong physique, but a decaying shell.

"Why...has it come to this...."

Black tears of blood slide down his intricately wrinkled cheeks, blooming into ghastly black flowers on the dragon robe.

In a wild frenzy, Emperor Zhenwu tears at his collar, revealing a desiccated, decayed chest underneath—a body that no human should possess!

"No!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoes through the hall.

The sound alternates between the lament of a dying emperor and the shrieks of a demon.

The glazed tiles of the roof shatter amidst the sound wave, revealing the sky outside.

"What did I do wrong?"

"Why is this happening to me?"

Emperor Zhenwu crazily scratches at his face, each claw peeling off large portions of rotten flesh.

More terrifyingly, what’s flowing from those wounds isn’t blood but thick black mist!

Lu Xuan quietly watches it all, golden light swirling around him.

He sees the horrific struggle taking place within Emperor Zhenwu—the remnants of humanity making a final stand against invading spirits.

Suddenly, Emperor Zhenwu stops screaming, slowly lifts his head, and briefly, his right eye clears.

"Child...kill...me..."

Though the plea is barely audible, it shakes Lu Xuan to his core.

Yet in the next moment, countless black lines gush from his seven orifices, instantly engulfing the last human essence...

"As you wish."

Lu Xuan’s voice is gentle, yet echoes with the majesty of heavenly tones, reverberating through the vast hall.

He slowly raises his right hand, a dazzling golden vortex appearing in his palm.

"Buzz—"

As the golden vortex spins, countless golden dragon phantoms burst forth.

Each dragon is vivid and lifelike, scales and claws flying, as their beards sway, carrying waves of Daoist hymns.

The radiant gold dispels all darkness within the hall, illuminating the eerie hall as if it were a heavenly palace.

"Roar—"

The multitude of golden dragon phantoms simultaneously sing long, their sound shaking the hall structure.

They swirl and interweave, forming a sacred light wheel around Lu Xuan.

The light is so pure it seems otherworldly, rendering the air in the golden glow clear and transparent.

Facing a sight that is spine-chilling—

Emperor Zhenwu’s form has completely fused with the sinister entity, indistinguishable from one another.

His stooped figure hovers mid-air, with viscous black mist perpetually oozing from his pores.

These mists twist and morph in the air, becoming billions of faces with varying expressions.

There are snarling ghost faces,

benevolent weeping Bodhisattva semblances,

mad laughing demonic expressions,

and countless ordinary people’s emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness....

"Boom——"

The entire Purple Gold Hall begins to disintegrate under the infestation of terrifying dark energy.

Those dragon gold-pillars requiring ten men to encircle are visibly crawling in decay.

The gold and jade tiles laid for centuries crumble into dust piece by piece.

Even the broken sky dome sheds fragments under the corrosive black fog.

Most terrifying is that the decaying dust doesn’t fall to the ground but floats in mid-air, forming a deadly black mist.

Within the mist, countless struggling arm phantoms are faintly visible, seemingly dragging all living beings into eternal darkness....

In an instant, heaven and earth change!

Lu Xuan stands amidst the endless black mist, golden dragon phantoms singing resonantly throughout the skies.

Golden rays erupt from his eyes like two blazing suns, illuminating the entire death-like fog.

"Annihilate!"

A single word softly spoken, yet like a decree from the Heavenly Dao.

Vast golden divine light surges from Lu Xuan like a hanging celestial river, instantly engulfing all darkness.

The brilliance is almost divine, obliterating the twisted faces like snow melting.

Countless struggling ghost hands dissolve into blue smoke, and even space itself twists and trembles in the golden radiance!

The entire Purple Gold Hall crumbles like a sandcastle under this immense force.

But more astonishing is that the shattered bricks and tiles vanish in the golden light before they hit the ground, turning into sparkling stardust.

In this pure golden world, only Emperor Zhenwu’s distorted form persists in struggling.

He emits inhuman shrieks, the black aura madly counterattacks, yet it’s like moths to a flame, extinguished in an instant....

"Son....you...."

In his final moments, Emperor Zhenwu’s grotesque face suddenly regains clarity for a brief instant.

In his cloudy eyes, there’s complete understanding and comfort.