Chapter 57: God's Grace
The Cloud-Kanjing Mirror burst out with brilliant light that crossed the sea of stars, and like a meteor, it crossed the blockade of the Jidu Mirage and conveyed information to a supreme being.
No matter how far the distance is, when He sees, the arrow will fall.
It was a longbow like the Milky Way, with the universe as the background, and the transparent and slender bowstring was the distance between the stars.
The dazzling cross star shines at the top, like a magnificent arrow like a rainbow, crossing time and space, soaring above the sea of stars.
When the arrow is shot, it will hit the target.
As long as there is an abundance of evil creatures, the hunting bow will never stop.
The meteor-like arrows were hotter and brighter than the first rays of dawn, as if responding to the desperate blue light.
The next moment after the green light penetrated the sea of clouds, the entire square pot was filled with blazing white light, and the mighty power of Emperor Bow Siming had already descended!
Jingtian did not dodge, but silently watched the falling arrow that was brighter than the stars and planets.
Are all the moments that can be chosen already predetermined?
Can the road of destiny be cut off?
There are still so many questions that have not been answered, but...it’s okay, some questions may never have answers.
What do people think about before they die?
Jingtian didn't think about anything. He just smiled the same as before as he faced the white light that engulfed the square pot, still holding the magic fan in his hand.
The first thing to break was the Kanyun Mirror that sent out the distress signal, followed by the Jidu Mirage that covered the sky above Fanghu. All things were the same under the power of the Emperor Bow.
Until the white light engulfed Jingtian's body.
"master--!"
An Ming let out a grief-stricken roar, once again experiencing the pain of losing a loved one.
But now there is no time for him to continue suffering. The moment Wu Ye raised his hand and slashed out with sharp sword energy, forming a wall of sword energy in front of him.
Behind them was the field hospital, which contained many Luofu doctors and wounded soldiers. It was impossible for them to evacuate the area affected by the might of the Imperial Bow in time!
Can't retreat!
If you quit, everything will be irreversible!
An Ming saw with his own eyes countless fighting warships being crushed into dust under the residual power of the Imperial Bow. No matter whether they were from Luofu or Fengraomin, they all disappeared into the air as if they had never appeared.
In front of the vast power of the Star God, the existence of mortals is nothing.
It's all just dust.
Wu Ye's sword energy caused the air to explode violently, and when the arrow from the Emperor's bow fell to the ground, it seemed as if the entire earth disappeared.
Yu Fei knelt on the ground trembling. She had lost all her strength. She didn't even have time to feel despair. Her mind was blank.
The earth was collapsing, and the buildings were instantly crushed into dust-like powder. Both the Cloud Riders and the Fertility People lost their lives in an instant.
"Give me--"
"rise!"
The white sword energy that soared into the sky formed an arc-shaped barrier, which became the last refuge under the ruthless divine power.
The moment the sword energy came into contact with the divine power, it was shattered. Large cracks appeared on Wuye's sword, and An Ming felt as if he had lost all feeling in his body.
Drowned in the merciless white light—
He saw Yu Fei behind him, her whole body dissipating under the flush of white light. The first thing to collapse was the flesh and blood, then the bones, until it turned into insignificant dust.
No.
don't want...!
It was clear that not long ago, she had been trying her best to treat the wounded. No, something must have gone wrong!
No, it shouldn't be like this!
An Ming's eyes were red, and he roared and tried to lift Wu Ye again, but even his arms were ruthlessly annihilated by the white light.
Death has come.
Mortals are nothing under the might of the Star God.
"Xuan Er..."
An Ming was ruthlessly washed down by the white light, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of flesh and blood being decomposed. Wu Ye broke into two pieces with a crisp explosion.
I can't...I can't just die like this.
He promised Fu Xuan that he would return alive!
Inside Annihilation's body, a golden light lit up, reshaping An Ming's body while counteracting the remaining power of the Emperor's bow and arrow.
Somewhere far away.
Emperor Gong Siming looked down and saw the young man who was protected by abundance, and the broken jade sign of Yunqi Xiaowei around his waist.
When An Ming woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed. He was awakened by Chi Ming who looked shocked.
According to the Chi Ming, the arrow from the Emperor's bow directly destroyed more than half of the square pot, and An Ming was the only survivor in the dust-like ruins.
An Ming stood up in confusion, and all he saw was desolation.
Emperor Bow Siming ended the war with just one arrow.
His great divine grace wiped out all the evil creatures with just one strike.
But An Ming only saw millions of fighters, but in the end less than 100,000 survived.
The Cloud Riders, whose bodies were melted to ashes, spent their lives in vain to stop the attack of the Fengrao People.
"Is it..."
An Ming looked up, the snow-like dust from the fallen corpses hit the boy's face, "Is this fate?"
Tears fell on this deserted land. An Ming picked up the broken Wu Ye and never said another word.
...
...
Xingchahai.
Fu Xuan clenched her fists tightly, unable to calm her inner tension. She had already lost her master, and could not lose An Ming again!
Today is the day when the fighting ships return. The third war of the rich people on Fanghu has come to an end. Luofu suffered heavy damage, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers can never return to their hometown.
The battleship slowly docked, and Fu Xuan found An Ming among them at a glance, but when she saw An Ming's eyes, her heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
——What a heartbreaking look that was.
Lonely, helpless, painful and numb, as if he had lost his soul, An Ming just stood there, but he didn't look like An Ming.
Fu Xuan didn't quite recognize the young man there.
"An Ming!"
Fu Xuan rushed into the crowded crowd. She could hear the hugs of people crying with joy, and also see the complete loss of hope of those who failed to find their loved ones.
She just tried her best to hold An Ming's hand and lead him out of the surging crowd.
"Sister Xuan'er..."
An Ming's eyes briefly regained some color, and only by tightly holding Fu Xuan's hand could he feel alive.
He seemed to be dead, but still standing here.
"Are you hurt anywhere? I'm worried about you, I..." Fu Xuan wanted to say something but stopped abruptly, a trace of sadness flashed in his beautiful eyes.
Yes, the master is no longer here, so I can get the answer even without asking such questions.
"We go home."
Fu Xuan held back his tears and hugged An Ming tightly.
An Ming felt as if something had returned to his heart, a warm feeling that flowed through his whole body.
It was late spring when I left, and early autumn when I returned.
The peach blossoms in the yard were all over the ground, like snow, drifting in the wind.