Chapter 1118: Chapter 73 Destiny_2 Chapter 1118: Chapter 73 Destiny_2 â`
But every movement felt like countless tiny knives digging forcefully into his flesh and bones.
As he breathed, he could even hear the sound of his veins and muscles rapidly breaking downâŚ
The sound of three figures rapidly pursuing him from behind, along with the increasingly close shouts of anger, gradually became indistinctâŚ
âNo good!
My consciousness is about to give in!â
The old manâs heart tightened!
He forced his spirit, bit down hard on his teeth, only to find that they were starting to loosen.
âCould it be that today I am to die on this sea?â
Even though the old manâs will had reached extreme levels of strength, despair still inevitably rose in his heart at this moment.
...
Everything in front of him began to sway and blur, and sounds once again became distantâŚ
âI canât die here!
I absolutely cannot die here, Wen Yin, MotherâŚâ
Suddenly, amidst the waves, he spotted a black dot, breaking through the waves and rapidly enlarging!
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âThat, that isâŚâ
The old manâs eyes, full of blood, slightly constricted.
The black dot quickly enlarged into an iron ship, flying towards him at breakneck speed!
The iron ship moved extremely fast, almost instantly drawing near.
Vaguely, he could see several cultivators on board.
The old manâs consciousness was beginning to blur, yet at this moment, like a drowning man clutching at straws, he shouted with all his might:
âSave meâŚ
Save me!â
From behind, however, a cold voice rang out:
âWhere the Holy Sect treads, all shall give way!â
The iron ship hesitated slightly, then, as if wary of something, slightly changed course and flew off into the distance.
The old manâs consciousness grew ever more blurry.
He gritted his teeth, summoned another breath, and with a flick of his toes, lunged towards the iron ship.
This was his final sliver of hope.
The desire to live made him use all means to seize this opportunity, even if it would bring disaster to the iron ship, he had to create a chance!
For so many years, this was how he had repeatedly escaped death.
And just at that moment.
On the iron ship, however, another figure appeared, looking simple and unremarkable at first glance.
That young figure seemed somewhat perplexed as he looked at the old man.
But at the sight of this figure, the old man suddenly froze, hardly daring to believe his own eyes.
âWang, Immortal Wang?â
The young figure, upon seeing the old man, was also slightly puzzled, then as if recalling something, his eyes flashed with disbelief:
âCould it be that you are WangâŚâ
Hearing the name that had been buried in the depths of his memory, foreign yet familiar.
Hearing that familiar voice.
At this moment.
Countless thoughts arose in the old manâs heart.
Yet, at the same time, they collapsed into one single thought.
He looked at the young figure and suddenly revealed a smile from the bottom of his heart.
It looked like gratitude as well as regret.
After that, he no longer moved forward but instead gathered his last breath and turned to face the three Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators that were pursuing him.
The roaring waves slapped against him, and the sea wind blew his dry white hair into even greater disarray.
But in his heart, he suddenly found peace:
âTo see Immortal Wang before dyingâŚ
itâs a fortunate event in life after all.â
âHow could I let him alsoâŚâ
The three Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators finally caught up.
Fury and indignation filled their eyes.
Hearing this, they shouted angrily:
âYou sure can run!â
âI will extract your soul and infuse it into my âThousand Hands and Faces Nicheâ!â
âEven if I refine your entire body into my âPainting Poolâ, it wonât be enough to quell the hatred in my heart!â
As they spoke, they began to attack him.
And at this very moment, the flesh on the old manâs body could no longer hold, collapsing and vanishing.
His face, however, for the first time, was utterly calm:
âThis old man has done all he could, itâs just a pity that fate is not with me.â
âBesides, this old manâŚ
is called Wang Xu!â
Following that, he closed his eyes.
His consciousness seemed to be sinking.
He felt as if his body was floating away.
Everything seemed to be drifting away from him.
At the end of his life, his memory did not contain cultivation, assassination, or the decades of strife and struggle ââŹâ all he had was those eight years living in Wangxian Village.
Wen Yin, Mother, I wasnât able to kill all these immortals to avenge youâŚ
You wonât blame me, will you?
I am useless, Iâve grown old, and even if they hadnât beaten me to death, I probably wouldnât have lived to see that day.
Fate, after all, wasnât on my sideâŚ
His memories blurred little by little.
A deep well seemed to be swallowing him bit by bit.
Just at the last moment before being completely engulfed, he heard that voice that he had replayed countless times in his memory:
âEnforcer Ying.â
âYes.â
The next moment.
He struggled to open his eyes.
And he saw a scene he would never forget as long as he lived.
A faint purple figure casually walked past the three Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators.
Like pinching a small sparrow, three Mighty Hands of Magical Power effortlessly seized them.
Following that, he only heard a sound like a water bottle cork popping âpopâ.
The three Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators didnât put up the slightest resistance and instantly transformed into three clouds of blood mist.
As the hands opened, the blood mist fell toward the sea and before it reached the surface, the sea wind swiftly blew it awayâŚ
In a trance.
He saw the faint purple figure wave at him, an invisible force directly enveloping him, thrusting him into the iron ship.
Soon after the iron ship sped towards the distance.
The faint purple figure remained in place, did something unknown, then hurriedly left.
Three days later.
Up in the sky, three dark clouds silently formed, but the blood rain within them hadnât yet fallen before turning into blood-red hailâŚ
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