Chapter 1552: Chapter 1552
Brilliant silver radiance streaked across the firmament, the sharp sword light like a crescent moon imprinted on the world, severing time and space, sealing heaven and earth, slicing through fate,
A fierce yet crisp sound echoed at the bottom of the world, the sound of mystical connections being severed.
The entire world quieted for a moment, as in the vast darkness, a massive disc slowly rotated, isolating the mystical connections inside and outside.
The two planets that had been continuously approaching finally halted their ’meeting’ at this moment, stopping in the sky.
He Ao raised his head and looked forward.
The surrounding scene appeared to have a kind of fantastical ’overlapping’.
The battlefield of the past and the desolation of the present merged together.
And at this moment, He Ao’s gaze flickered; at the top of the severed plane, there seemed to be a silhouette standing, gazing over.
Perhaps it was staring at the silver longsword in He Ao’s hand, or perhaps gazing at... He Ao himself.
And at this instant, the illusion of the entire space suddenly vanished, returning once more to that desolate battlefield.
At this instant, the fine cracks finally spread across every corner of the ice sword, which had long reached its limit, finally shattering at this moment.
He Ao’s body trembled, looking at the sky, the mystical connections he had just completely isolated now densely surged towards him once again.
With his current power, he could only sever these mystical connections for a brief moment.
But even a brief moment was enough.
Those newly born mystical connections no longer possessed the ’fishing line’ characteristic.
Simultaneously, with the shattering of the ice sword, He Ao could also sense that the Wind and Snow Authority was being quickly stripped from him, the powerful gravitational pull of the Historical World forcefully dragging the Wind and Snow Authority back.
He Ao released his grip, then glanced at the Historical Contract beside him which flipped its pages, letting the silver longsword in his hand float in the air; this sword could not be taken out of the Trapped Destiny Plate.
Then he removed the Ice Mountain Tea Flower from his shoulder, letting the Trapped Destiny Plate release its ’suppression’ on the Wind and Snow Authority.
In the next moment, his figure flickered.
The chaotic junction of time and space reappeared in his field of view.
He left the Trapped Destiny Plate, returning to the Historical World.
Time and space between heaven and earth shook violently, He Ao could distinctly feel that the combat of the Divine Beings outside time and space was far fiercer than before.
However, the overall cosmic disturbance was much smaller than before.
It seemed the projection power of both sides was almost exhausted, entering the final stage.
The Wind and Snow Authority visibly withdrew from him, he released his grip, the crystal-clear camellia floated into the air, a faint radiance slowly drifted out from inside, enveloping the entire flower.
And above He Ao’s head, the massive planets drawing near began to retreat, the city’s reflections across the sky also started to rapidly fade.
The ’intertwining’ of the two worlds was separating at this moment.
At this instance, an ominous sound, akin to a drumbeat, exploded in He Ao’s soul.
At the chaotic space atop He Ao’s head, violent spatial fractures tore open, strands of grey light extended from the cracks.
The mystical connections of the entire world disturbed again.
A bead fell into He Ao’s palm, following which, a shining emblem of a giant tree quickly lit up on his hand. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
This was an emergency sacrificial array, and the bead in He Ao’s hand was the residue of Andaville’s power.
Strands of white light slowly flowed from the giant tree emblem, wrapping around the bead, gradually dragging it downward, as if pulling it into water, submerging it into the emblem, completely vanishing.
Simultaneously, almost at the instant the bead disappeared.
Above the firmament, a powerful force suddenly erupted, pale white light swiftly surged out from the cracks, dragging the yet unfolded grey brilliance entirely back into the fractures, then these white radiances entwined the cracks, forcibly ’closing’ these spatial fractures.
Seeing this scene, He Ao shook his head.
Indeed, there’s nothing that can’t be solved with money.
Of course, He Ao also knew that the Life Goddess would never willingly have Andaville’s power wandering outside; this was the ’basis’ of their collaboration.
So even if no opportunity existed, He’d likely create one for He Ao to pay extra.
No longer watching the intense battle above the firmament, He Ao withdrew his gaze, looking forward.
The light that had enveloped the camellia was now condensed into a vague human shape, finally forming into a white-haired girl with slight baby fat, dressed in a delicate white long skirt.
She still wore a ponytail, but it was evident her hair ribbon wasn’t an extraordinary item; He Ao speculated she might have hidden the ribbon inside that Ice Mountain Tea Flower.
She slightly opened her eyes, looking at He Ao, "Is it resolved?"
The Wind and Snow Authority returned to her body, the mystical lines densely entwined around He Ao also transferred to her.
"My part is resolved." He Ao glanced at the tear in the sky above and the faintly disturbed space around.
He had done all he could, the rest was up to the battlefield of the Divine Beings.
As he spoke, the tremor above the firmament also instantly came to a halt.
Then, faint white light scattered down from the sky, spreading its glow.
The Life Goddess won.
Perhaps because some extra money was involved, the battle ended even faster than He Ao had anticipated.
He Ao glanced back, the illusion of the main world was quickly disappearing, and he could faintly feel a sense of struggle.
As long as he continued forward, he should be able to use this connection and struggle to return to the main world.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at Kela.
Kela simply let her hands hang naturally, folded in front of her, quietly gazing at him.
The white low ponytail gently swayed in the wind stirred by the chaotic time-space.
"Would you mind doing me a favor?"
He Ao looked at her, opened his hand, revealing the ice and snow gem that had been guiding him here.
Kela quietly gazed at He Ao, raising her hand as a ray of light appeared at her snow-white slender fingertips.
A weathered hunter’s face faintly emerged within this light.
The ice and snow gem shimmered with an unprecedented dazzling brilliance.
He Ao crushed the gem, and a ray of light flew out, merging into the vague face at Kela’s fingertips.
The figure within the light seemed to regain some form of ’consciousness’, raising its head, looking at the ’surroundings’.
At this moment, He Ao gently raised his hand, opening a pathway through the chaotic void.
Rock City State·Temporary City
A little girl wrapped in somewhat old beast fur lay in the entrance passage, holding a stick, gently poking at the snow blocking the front door.
Faint rays of light penetrated the snow, shining through.
The blizzard seemed to have stopped.
Her movements quickened.
But her strength was really too small, after poking for half a day, she only managed to make a small opening.
Through this opening, she could faintly see the bright light outside, and the entrance of other snow houses.
The entrance of everyone’s underground passage was covered with a thin layer of snow, the bright light shining on the snowflakes, like glittering gemstones.
The sun came out; it wasn’t snowing anymore.
With her fur-gloved hands, she quickly scratched outward, and when the snow at the entrance was mostly cleared, she curled up her body, and charged forward.
Once··· Twice··· Bang—
Her body, along with scattered snowflakes, burst out of the underground passage, rolling onto the white road.
She flapped her palms, brushing away the snowflakes in front of her, opened her eyes, and saw a weathered face, a figure crouched before her.
That face was abnormally white, the whole body seeming as if constructed from snow.
The girl looked at the face, slightly stunned, then raised her hand to rub her eyes.
At this moment, she felt a pair of large hands lift her up, raising her high.
She widened her eyes, looked at the weathered face, and exclaimed excitedly, "Daddy!!!"
The man made of snow and ice embraced the girl, holding her close, gently rubbed his cheek against hers, and laughed, "I’m back."
"Daddy, you’re back." The girl reached out, grabbed at the man’s icy beard, scrunched her nose, and her eyes suddenly reddened.
The man crouched down, placing the girl back on the ground.
At this moment, the girl seemed to remember something, raised her head to look at the man, her original excitement gradually dimming. She scrunched her nose, wiped her reddened eyes, "Those brother and sister, they’re not back, are they..."
The man slightly shifted, revealing behind him a young man with black hair as if wearing a white dress.
The girl with snow-white long hair quietly stood beside the young man, her hands folded in front of her, smiling as she gazed at her.
He Ao stepped forward, crouched down, looked at the little girl in front of him, and smiled, "We’re all back."
"Hmm." The girl looked at He Ao in front of her, gently nodded, her reddened eyes carrying a shallow smile.
"Shall we go play over there?" The man stretched out his hand to the girl.
The girl looked at He Ao’s face, after a brief pause, reached out her hand, and held her father’s hand.
"Shall we say goodbye to brother and sister?" The man smiled as he raised his hand, bidding farewell to He Ao.
The girl raised her hand, waved to both He Ao and Kela.
He Ao and Kela also responded by waving back to her.
The girl, holding her father’s hand, walked forward along the sunlight-drenched street.
The bright sunlight illuminated the ice-covered ground, silhouettes emerged from the stacked snow houses, gazing at the sky where the clouds had dispersed.
Children plunged into the snow, shaping snowballs and tossing them at one another, spreading snowflakes sprawling across the ground.
He Ao extended his hand, catching a snowflake in his palm, allowing it to slowly melt away.