Chapter 546 The Destiny of the World

The scarlet blade of Xing Tian Sword began to tremble.

Suddenly, it appeared like a giant beast that devoured the heavens and the earth. It roared towards the sky, as if excited by the sacrifices that had activated it. A bloody light filled the sky, devouring all the monstrous demonic energy that Sikong Bai had generated.

At that moment, a strange expression finally appeared on Sikong Bai's cold face.

He doesn't like such a scene.

He was clearly doing this for the sake of the Linglong Pavilion's inheritance. He had clearly taken the sect a step further, allowing the Linglong Pavilion, which had been inherited for a thousand years, to reach a level that the Orthodoxy had never reached before.

But why did these people have to go against him? One life was not enough. If they died, even if they turned into sword spirits, they would have to fight to the death with him.

This was a very unreasonable matter.

Anger filled Sikong Bai's chest at that time, and a dense murderous aura surged out from the tip of his calm eyebrows.

However, this kind of rage could not change the current occupation much. The bloody light finally broke through the black gas and arrived in front of Sikong Bai. The lofty immortal let out a muffled snort under the impact of the bloody light and flew backwards. He rolled down the long stairs and landed in front of the civil and military officials below the dragon platform who were watching this scene.

His clean white robe became extremely ragged in this kind of rolling down. The silver thread that he had already carefully taken care of was also hanging down randomly at that time. At this moment, he no longer seemed to have the slightest bit of immortal bearing. Instead, he was in a sorry state.

However, neither Song Yueming nor Zhong Changhen, who had already transformed into a sword spirit, intended to let him off at this moment.

Zhong Changhen, whose body had already turned blurry, poured into Song Yueming's body at that time. The two figures overlapped and once again rushed towards Sikong Bai with the Heavenly Punishment Sword in their hands.

Sensing the overflowing killing intent from the Heavenly Punishment Sword, Sikong Bai 's expression turned cold. He turned his eyes to look behind him and shouted, "Stop them!"

The civil and military officials led by Mr. Lu naturally wished for Sikong Bai to die here. There was no reason for them to take action. They all took a few steps back with their eyes, noses, and hearts observing each other. As for the people of the Long Night Department who were close to him, they did not know who instructed them to do so, and they did not care about Sikong Bai 's current situation.

Of course, Sikong Bai could understand all of this, but what he couldn't understand was that the dozens of disciples who had accompanied him to this sect were actually hesitating at that time, and the fear in their eyes was even more difficult to conceal.

"Stop them! If I die, the Exquisite Pavilion will be finished. You can only be that stray dog!" He shouted angrily.

However, this kind of furious reprimand only resulted in the disciples drooping their heads and taking a few steps back.

"Trash! You're all trash!" Sikong Bai's expression twisted with anger. He roared loudly, like the desperate jackal.

Song Yueming had already arrived. His body jumped up and red sword spirits constantly flashed around him. Song Yueming and Zhong Changhen appeared alternately on his face, while the Heaven Punishing Sword shone with unprecedented sword light. The sky was filled with bloody light that covered all the colors. It carried boundless power and their boundless rage as it surged down.

Death.

Finally, he clearly arrived in front of Sikong Bai.

Probably because he sensed this emotion, Sikong Bai roared, "Why?"

He still didn't understand why they would rather sacrifice their lives to stop him! Why was he clearly right, but no one was willing to stand on his side?

His doubts and unwillingness were not answered by Song Yueming or Zhong Changhen.

Xing Tian's sword finally landed between his eyebrows. A trace of blood appeared between his eyebrows. In the next moment, a monstrous amount of blood light would gush into his body through the wound, tearing him into pieces from the inside out.

Actually, Sikong Bai 's heart did not have much fear of the impending death.

Back then, his senior apprentice-brother, Zhong Changhen's master, had also entered the Devil Dao. Immortals of his generation, a generation older than him, had rushed out of the sect to stop the crazy Extreme Radiance Sword Immortal. The immortal had fallen, and the blood had fallen like rain. Even thirty years later, Sikong Bai still remembered what had happened yesterday and remembered it vivividly.

As the youngest disciple, he was left behind.

His senior brother said, "In the end, there must be someone who will continue to live with the disciples and grandchildren of the Exquisite Pavilion."

His master said, "Thousands of years of inheritance, your path is even harder than ours."

Thus, from that day onwards, Sikong Bai had engraved the words' Sect Inheritance 'into his heart. He carefully did everything and said every single word like he was treading on thin ice. Every day and every moment of his life, he lived for these four words.

He was even prepared to die for the sect one day, and on this point he believed that he would not lose the slightest bit of determination compared to anyone else.

The more he tried his best to maintain the Exquisite Pavilion, the better he would do.

His body carried the instructions of his senior brothers and the heavy trust of his masters. They were all looking at him, so he didn't dare to slack off for a moment. However, the more this happened, the more puzzled and confused he became.

Without an answer, he could not die in peace.

Perhaps it was due to his sincerity, the golden stones being opened, or perhaps there was an inexplicable will of heaven.

Just as the raging blood light was about to pour into his forehead, a deep voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Because of stupidity."

As the voice spoke, it carried a sympathetic sigh, as well as a vicissitudes that spanned tens of thousands of years.

Sikong Bai's heart trembled. He suddenly discovered that everything around him had suddenly stopped. Whether it was the anger and determination on Song Yueming's face or the raging blood light that filled the sky, they were all imprisoned by some powerful and unimaginable power at this moment.

"Who are you?" Sikong Bai exclaimed.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I can solve all of your doubts." The voice said again. There was a strange rhythm in its deep voice. It was indescribable, but it seemed to faintly conform to the principles of heaven and earth.

"Doubt? What are you talking about?" Sikong Bai frowned. He realized that Song Yueming and the others weren't the only ones imprisoned. He was also unable to move a single inch of his body under this kind of power. However, at different times, he was still able to communicate with the powerful existence in the dark through his own thoughts.

"All of them." The voice replied. The two short words carried the arrogance of looking down on the world.

After saying those two words, the voice suddenly paused. The next moment, the tone in his mouth also became gentle. "What's wrong with you? Ignorant people are always stubborn and don't know how to adapt. What's the use of such a disciple?"

"Look at those stubborn and ignorant people, and then look at those who are afraid. How can they bear the burden of the sect's inheritance?"

"Only you, only you can carry on the inheritance of the Exquisite Pavilion with the instructions of your ancestors."

"What's the use of disciples coming? You are the Exquisite Pavilion. If you are alive, the inheritance of the Exquisite Pavilion will never be broken!"

The tone of the voice suddenly became strange, as if it contained a strange magic power, causing one's mind to tremble, and one couldn't help but feel helpless.

A wisp of pitch-black color suddenly appeared in Sikong Bai 's eyes, but it instantly subsided.

"But" He seemed to have hesitated as he spoke, but just as he spoke, he was interrupted by the voice in his mind.

"Do you know the truth about this world?" The voice asked again.

"What?" Sikong Bai was stunned.

As he asked this question, the scene in front of him suddenly began to change. His pupils suddenly widened, and the brilliance within them flickered.

There were all sorts of new creatures, plants and vegetation rising and falling, immortals ascending to the heavens, great demons breaking through cocoons, stars flickering, and in the blink of an eye, heaven and earth collapsing, rivers flowing backwards, and lives in distress.

Finally, a Fiendgod that was bathed in black gas suddenly appeared. He looked up and roared. A monstrous amount of Fiendgod Qi engulfed the heavens and the earth, covering the entire world. Finally, he rushed out of this world and surged into the starry sky. As a result, stars annihilated, worlds collapsed, everything fell into a deathly silence. Only the Fiendgod stood proudly between heaven and earth.

After these scenes evolved, the scene in front of Sikong Bai changed again and returned to reality.

"This is the future, this is destiny."

"Everything you care about will be annihilated. Only if you survive will you be able to bring the Linglong Pavilion to reshape the inheritance in the new reincarnation of the starry sky."

"This is your destiny. Only you can do this."

"So since they are destined to be annihilated, why not let them do something for the sect that has nurtured and protected them?"

As soon as this voice fell, Sikong Bai's body suddenly trembled, and a pitch-black color once again filled his eyes.

The pitch-black color flowed down his eyebrows. Strange black lines were drawn on his aged face, and then they fell onto his white robe. The snow-white robe was like a piece of rice paper dripped with ink, and the pitch-black color spread out. Very quickly, his white robe turned into an incomparably pitch-black robe.

Sikong Bai 's body stood up at that moment.

He opened his hands and said in a dreamy tone, "It's time for you to serve the sect."

Those soft words, however, carried an insurmountable will, and sounded in the ears of every disciple of the Linglong Pavilion who had cultivated the Great Defying Sword Scripture.

And his body began to wither, Black auras gushed out of their bodies like air bags that had been sucked out. They turned into light and shadows that gathered from all directions and condensed into condensed demonic energy. The surging aura continuously emitted roars of pain and anger. Human shapes appeared within the black aura, but they instantly disappeared. In the end, they all poured into Sikong Bai's body without exception.

At that time, the imposing aura around this immortal's body suddenly reached an unimaginable level.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the approaching Song Yueming, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smile.

The stagnant time flowed again at that moment…

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