bayedsolid Chapter 395 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 16
Chapter 395 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 16
Chapter 395 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal (16)
Without warning, the ice cup in Sui Si's palm reflected the ghostly figure of Fengdu, and a sinister aura swept over him.
The gold powder that had settled at the bottom of the cup flowed slowly, eventually forming the shape of pale lips, silently repeating the word "hell".
"Go back."
Sui Si said in a deep voice, his tone carrying an undeniable authority.
The Imperial Physician felt as if he had been granted a pardon and hurriedly withdrew.
"Ran Cang, where exactly did you put this thing? And why is it related to hell?"
Sui Si asked the ice cup softly, as if hoping for a response.
He gripped the ice cup tightly, stood up, and resolved to get to the bottom of everything.
At midnight, all was quiet, and Sui Si stood alone in the middle of the Arctic Abyss Ice Lake.
The moonlight shone on the ice, giving it a cool, clear glow.
To the newly promoted immortal officials, the surface of this frozen lake was flawless, but Sui Si knew that countless secrets were hidden beneath its tranquility.
He gently extended his fingertip and lightly brushed it across the ice. In an instant, the ice revealed jagged cracks, as if it were wounds torn open by the passage of time.
"What exactly did you bury here 70,000 years ago?"
Sui Si muttered to himself.
He knew that the Frost Flower Array, which Ran Cang had buried 70,000 years ago, was awakening.
As cracks appeared, frost flowers slowly emerged from beneath the ice, each petal seemingly imbued with life, pointing neatly towards the fiery pool of the nineteenth level of hell.
"It turns out to be here."
Sui Si suddenly realized, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes.
He suddenly crushed the ice bead on his wrist, and the remnant soul of Ran Cang, wrapped in stardust, instantly seeped into the bottom of the lake.
Beneath the ice, scenes flashed by like a revolving lantern, memories of the Moon Goddess before she vanished.
The Moon Wheel Blade was wedged between the fangs of a hellish demon, its hilt engraved with the underworld script of the Hall of Rebirth, emitting an eerie glow.
"This is a clue to hell."
Sui Si murmured, his eyes fixed on the screen.
At the same time, the tattered armor of the War God suddenly roared in the treasure vault, the sharp sound breaking the tranquility of the vault.
The alarm sounded instantly, and Sui Si rushed over as the alarm went off.
Fluorescent green code seeped from the gaps in the armor; upon closer inspection, it was the electronic wooden fish program discarded by the believers years ago.
Sui Si frowned slightly. He took out Ran Cang's Frost Soul Mirror and reflected the data streams, which slowly pieced together the totem of the Yama Palace in the void.
"It's getting more and more complicated."
Sui Si said in a low voice, his doubts growing stronger.
The most startling discovery, however, was hidden at the bottom of Ran Cang's dressing case.
Sui Si gently opened the dressing case, and a familiar fragrance wafted out.
Finally, at the very bottom of the dressing case, he found a box wrapped in layers of cloth.
What exactly is hidden inside?
Sui Si's hands trembled slightly as he slowly opened the box he had found at the bottom of Ran Cang's dressing case.
Inside the box, tiny fragments of the Book of Rebirth lay quietly, like a dormant secret.
The moment he touched it, the tattered page suddenly split in two without warning, revealing the yellowed paper underneath.
The rouge mark that had been dyed blue was still clearly left on it, circling the vermilion annotation next to the four characters "Xuanming Fall".
"What does it mean?"
Sui Si murmured softly, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with doubt and wariness.
Just then, the crimson color seemed to come alive, transforming into tiny streams of data that slowly pieced together a holographic projection of the eighteen levels of hell in the air, exuding a sinister aura.
"I see. There must be an amazing secret hidden here."
Sui Si suddenly realized, but his expression became even more solemn.
"This must be inextricably linked to Ran Cang's disappearance."
Sui Si stared intently at the projection, pondering to himself.
At this moment, the Frost Soul Mirror in his hand suddenly glowed with a blood-red light, and the mirror reflected the last scene of Si Zhan Xingjun before he disappeared.
The war star lord's halberd thrust out, piercing not a demon, but a judge's pen wrapped in electronic talismans.
Those pulsating binary codes and the flashing electronic wooden fish on the believers' phones share the same origin.
"How could this happen? Who is pulling the strings behind the scenes?"
Sui Si muttered to himself, his voice filled with shock and anger.
At midnight, a foul wind swept through the Arctic Abyss, howling as if countless vengeful spirits were roaring.
Sui Si stood alone before the ice wall that Ran Cang had repaired nine times, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
He looked at the ice crystals floating between the tassels and beads of his crown, which suddenly formed a map of hell.
"What exactly is this..."
A hint of surprise flashed in Sui Si's eyes.
When his fingertips lightly touched the mark symbolizing the nineteenth level of the karmic fire pool, the entire ice wall collapsed with a deafening roar.
Behind the ice wall, the warning that Ran Cang had carved with his divine blood came into view. The latitude and longitude coordinates that should have been erased now corresponded to the largest data center in the human world.
"Since it's there, I must get to the bottom of this."
Sui Si's gaze was firm, and he secretly made up his mind.
"Your Majesty, you mustn't!"
Upon hearing the news, the Star Lord of Fate rushed over and exclaimed in surprise from afar.
At this moment, Sui Si's dark imperial robes were soaked with Yellow Spring water, exuding an eerie aura.
He gripped the Frost Soul Hairpin, now stained with frost, and slashed through the void.
The North Star, inlaid in the hairpin, suddenly projected a holographic image:
Tens of thousands of electronic wooden fish programs are frantically devouring the piety of believers. Every time a "blessing" is clicked, another chain of imprisonment is added to the furnace of hell.
"These despicable programs are secretly doing such things."
Sui Si said through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with rage.
The fierce winds of the nineteenth level of hell tore through Sui Si's sleeves like sharp blades, revealing the three thousand frost patterns left by the dyed blue on his wrists.
The patterns that had been disguised as decorations suddenly came to life, blooming into pure ice lotuses in the karmic fire, their light dazzling.
From the depths of the furnace came the roar of machinery. Sui Si saw Xuan Ming's golden body being disassembled into code, which was being mass-produced on an assembly line to create icons for the Incense APP.
"Xuanming has come to such an end. I will avenge you and find the truth for Rancang."
Sui Si roared in a low voice, his voice filled with grief, indignation and determination.
"Got you."
Sui Si's voice was deep and firm.
The moment the Frost Soul Sword pierced the data barrier, his crown suddenly burst forth with intense light, illuminating the dark hell.
Ninety thousand memory ice crystals scattered across the sky converged from the three realms, condensing into the aurora of dawn at the sword's edge—a breathtaking spectacle tinged with endless sorrow.
The remnants of the gods imprisoned within the server resonated, causing the entire hell to begin collapsing, crackling and popping.
When the sword tip touched the core of the Reincarnation host, Sui Si saw Ran Cang in the thousands of flashing screens.
Her phantom image is trapped in a splash screen ad, giving a standardized smile to every believer who scrolls by.
Those "share for good luck" comments turned into chains, dragging her remaining consciousness into a deeper abyss of data.
"Ran Cang, I'm here to save you."
Sui Si said softly, her eyes filled with heartache and reluctance.
"You taught me..."
Sui Si suddenly crushed the natal ice bead between the crown tassels, and Ran Cang's last divine essence poured out like moonlight, "stealing the sky and changing the sun."
In an instant, a blizzard suddenly descended upon the dome of hell, with snowflakes fluttering down.
The frost flowers that Ran Cang buried in the Arctic Abyss have all awakened, each one shimmering with a cold light.
Every electronic wooden fish icon is freezing over, and on the believers' phone screens, the smug figure is stepping out of the advertisement, majestic and awe-inspiring.
The Frost Soul Sword in his hand not only severed the shackles of data, but also the final desecration of divinity by this era.
The real killer move is hidden in the shattered Frost Soul Mirror of Ran Cang.
Those devout prayers discarded by believers are being reassembled within the ice crystals into the oldest god-slaying array, radiating a mysterious and powerful force.
As the first rays of dawn pierced through hell, the newly appointed celestial officials were shocked to find that all electronic devices in the mortal realm had simultaneously gone black, displaying four words that Ran Cang had drawn with his blood and tears before he vanished:
Its divine power is like a prison.
"This is the punishment for those who blaspheme, and the beginning of our reclaiming of divine authority."
Sui Si stared at the four words and said softly, his voice full of surprise and disbelief.