Chapter 700: 559 Sect_3

Chapter 700: Chapter 559 Sect_3

He had killed his junior brother with his own hands…

Mr. Zhuang’s breath was already faint, but he still held onto a last gasp of air, as if he still had some concerns.

The Blood of the Heavenly Man, the Innate Taoist Bone, the Back Ruins Heaven Burial – these, he didn’t care too much about…

“Big Senior Brother…”

Mr. Zhuang murmured softly, “For the sake of our brotherhood, please don’t trouble… my few young disciples…”

Gui Tao’s people stared in shock, then turned cold again, about to utter a mockery.

Just then, several golden chains suddenly appeared in the sky.

These chains, adorned with majestic and rough Great Dao Formation Patterns, appeared and formed into a cage, seemingly intended to lock Gui Tao’s people inside.

Gui Tao’s people sneered, “Old fool, coveting a windfall!”

His gaze hardened as he swallowed the Innate Taoist Bone and then his body was covered in black-gray Formation Patterns. These patterns, from the outside in, devoured his flesh, dissolving it…

And the figure of Gui Tao’s people also gradually faded, gradually scattered…

In the void, an old and vigorous voice rang out:

“Heavenly secret Tricky Escape… thinking of fleeing?”

The golden light in the sky grew stronger as the chains layered.

But it seemed that nothing could stop the escaping method of Gui Tao’s people.

His body faded bit by bit, vanishing from sight, but as he was leaving, he gave Mr. Zhuang one last look.

That look was extremely complex, with a trace of pain, and finally, only determination remained.

After that, Gui Tao’s people disappeared.

A cold snort sounded in the sky, followed by the dissipation of golden light, also vanishing without a trace, as if some unknown powerful being had followed the thread of Tricky Calculation in pursuit of Gui Tao’s people…

In the Formation Pavilion, only Mr. Zhuang was left.

Having lost the Back Ruins Heaven Burial map, the dying Mr. Zhuang was no longer cared for by anyone…

Nobody cared about his life or death.

Bai Qiancheng stepped forward, lifted Mr. Zhuang up, but found Mr. Zhuang’s body lighter than willow fluff, thinner than paper, and couldn’t help but shudder in his heart.

“Big Senior Brother…”

Mr. Zhuang slowly opened his eyes, took a look at Bai Qiancheng, his gaze gentle, a faint smile on his face, but he did not speak.

It seemed he no longer had the strength to talk.

Bai Qiancheng’s expression grew tense, “Big Senior Brother, you can’t die!”

After a while, Mr. Zhuang finally spoke, his voice light and weary:

“I have calculated all my life, I’m tired, I want to sleep for a while…”

Pain wracked Bai Qiancheng’s heart, “Big Senior Brother, you can’t die! Isn’t there anything in this world you still want to do, anyone you still want to see?”

Mr. Zhuang hesitated for a moment but still shook his head, murmuring:

“No more, there’s no one left in this world I want to see…”

After he spoke, Mr. Zhuang slowly closed his eyes, no matter how Bai Qiancheng called out to him, there was no response.

The last trace of color faded from his face.

The faint spark of life, like a spring seeping into the desert, gradually dried up…

Bai Qiancheng watched Mr. Zhuang’s expression, his face filled with bewilderment.

He had never imagined he would witness this scene.

Seeing his own Big Senior Brother die in front of him.

That was Senior Brother Zhuang…

Such a prodigious talent, so magnificent and peerless, so invincible.

Whatever happened, he had a plan for everything; no matter what mistakes he made, he would be forgiving; whatever he wanted, Senior Brother would figure it out for him.

The Big Senior Brother was right.

He was also scheming against his Big Senior Brother.

But…

He always thought that no matter how much he schemed, Big Senior Brother would still be Big Senior Brother, the one adept at Heavenly secret Calculation, confident in everything.

And not like this, pale-faced, devoid of life…

“Big Senior Brother… going to die?”

A great terror spread throughout his body.

Bai Qiancheng trembled all over.

Everybody dies eventually.

But having lived for hundreds of years, he had never realized, never thought, that one day, his Big Senior Brother, who treated him like a younger sister, always indulgent and caring for him, would… die?

He felt as if his chest was constricted, his heart torn by a knife.

Tears flowed silently down his face.

Bai Qiancheng wiped his cheeks, looking at the teardrops on his fingertips, murmuring: “So it turns out, I can still cry…”

Death…

Bai Qiancheng was suddenly shocked.

“No, you can’t die!”

“Big Senior Brother… he cannot die!”

Master had died…

Big Senior Brother had turned into a demon…

If Big Senior Brother were to die too, then all those who had ever cherished him in this world would be gone…

“Big Senior Brother can’t die!”

“But… how to save him, what do I have to save him with?!”

With the Qi Sea shattered, the Sea of Consciousness exhausted, the Taoist Bone stripped, and life fading away… in such a state, no Pills would be of use…

Bai Qiancheng felt suffocated, involuntarily clutching his chest, enduring the agony, his mind racing.

Moments later, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he suddenly said:

“True Man Situ… the Qiankun Clear Light Lamp…”