At the moment when the Ni Lin Blade and Kunlun Ruins Sword Formation confronted each other, the world seemed to be violently stirred by an invisible giant hand. The ground beneath his feet could not bear the weight and suddenly cracked. The cracks spread rapidly like a ferocious spider web. Lin Feng's footing was unstable. The black slime under his feet was like boiling magma, surging wildly. An overwhelming force seemed to drag everything in the world into an endless abyss, dragging him straight into the crack of time and space.
What whistled past his ears was no longer the fishy wind with a rotten smell from the Chaos Sea, but the sound of thousands of troops galloping, which made his eardrums hurt. This sound was also wrapped in the pungent smell of burnt sandalwood and the nauseating strong smell of blood. All kinds of smells intertwined together, as if it was a desperate cry from the depths of history, instantly drowning Lin Feng.
When Lin Feng regained his balance, the scene in front of him made his pupils shrink suddenly. He was actually in a Bianjing floating in the void, which was extremely strange. Above his head, the palace complex that was once extremely glorious was now peeling off and in ruins, as if it had been ruthlessly abandoned by time. The palace complex was hanging upside down, and the ridge beasts on the eaves stared with empty stone eyes, as if silently telling the rise and fall of the past. The Suzaku Street under his feet was now covered with solidified flames like colored glass. These flames seemed to be frozen in time, but they still emitted wisps of high temperature, as if they would burn again at any time. The iron cavalry of the Jin soldiers was like a huge wax figure, maintaining a charging posture, and the long spear ruthlessly pierced the chests of the people. The cruel scene of that moment was frozen forever. On the frozen faces of the people, the expressions of fear and despair were vivid, as if silently accusing the world of the injustice and cruelty of fate.
"This is the shame of Jingkang." Lin Feng muttered to himself, his voice echoing in this dead space, with indescribable shock and sorrow. His eyes were attracted by the Longde Hall in the distance. On the top of the hall, a blood-red battle flag fluttered slightly in the dead wind. The dragon pattern on the flag was exactly the same as Lin Wanqiu's dragon soul mark. Lin Feng's heart suddenly tightened, and his footsteps unconsciously walked towards the battle flag. Every step was heavy, as if the ground under his feet was not the ground, but the resentment of countless dead souls.
When he trembled and approached the battle flag, he found that the silk thread of the battle flag was woven from countless tiny dragon scales. Each dragon scale exuded a familiar faint light, which belonged to Lin Wanqiu's breath. Lin Feng stretched out his hand and wanted to touch the battle flag, but his fingertips stopped at the moment of touching. He was afraid that this was just an illusory dream, and that once he touched it, this only hope would be shattered.
"Don't look!" A sharp rebuke suddenly came from behind Lin Feng. He turned around abruptly, and saw Lin Wanqiu, with her red clothes fluttering and her dragon horns incomplete, standing quietly in the broken time and space. Her eyes, like the deep universe, reflected countless different Bianjing. Some Bianjing were burning, with flames soaring into the sky; some had become ruins, with broken walls telling of the past prosperity; some had regained their former bustle, with busy streets. On her skirt, dark red blood scabs condensed, and with every breath she took, tiny fragments of time peeled off her body, as if her existence was being swallowed up bit by bit by the torrent of time and space, and could dissipate at any time.
"This is the ruins of time, the predetermined future." Lin Wanqiu spoke, her voice seemed to come from countless times and spaces, ethereal and vicissitudes, with a power that penetrates the soul. She slowly raised her hand and gently touched the Jin soldier's spear floating in the air. In an instant, the solidified flames seemed to be rekindled and began to flow, and the corpses on the scorched earth seemed to be injected with some kind of power, emitting silent wails. The sound seemed to be there and not there, but it hit Lin Feng's heart like a heavy hammer. "What you see is the ending destined by history."
At this moment, a burst of crazy laughter, like a sharp blade, cut through the dead silence of the ruins. The fox demon saint envoy walked slowly on the twisted fragments of time and space. In its hand, it held high a cracked imperial crown. The crown was the holy relic that Song Huizong left behind when he fled in a hurry when Bianjing fell. At this moment, the golden dragon pattern on the surface of the crown was fading away from the dazzling golden light, turning into strands of blood, slowly drilling into the palm of the fox demon. As the blood merged, a hideous dragon-shaped scar appeared on the fox demon's forehead, like a wound that could never heal, exuding a strange aura.
"Lin Feng, are you still obsessed with saving him?" The fox demon shook the crown in his hand, and the broken tassels collided with each other, making a crisp but creepy sound. "I want to rewrite destiny! Jiuying should not be defeated by Dayu. This imperial fate is the key to turning the world around!" It laughed crazily, and the remnant souls of Jiuying surrounding it were infected and roared excitedly. These roars intertwined and echoed in the ruins of time, shaking the suspended palace, as if the whole world was tottering in this crazy laughter.
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Seeing this, Lin Feng's eyes instantly became resolute, and his hands tightly grasped the Ni Lin blade. The dragon shadow remaining on the blade seemed to feel the anger and determination of its master, and suddenly trembled violently, making a low dragon roar, as if to break through all constraints. Lin Feng could clearly feel that the emperor's fate in the hands of the fox demon was rewriting the laws of time and space around it with a terrifying force. The originally solidified Jin soldiers and cavalry began to move slowly, and the blood on the spears that had long dried up became bright red again, and the wailing of the people gradually became clear and audible. The entire scene of the ruins was distorted and deformed with the actions of the fox demon, as if reality was being tampered with by an invisible big hand, and everything was developing in an uncontrollable direction.
"Stop it! But you have to know that the price of changing history is to exchange it with something equally important." Lin Wanqiu's figure began to become more and more transparent, and new cracks appeared on her dragon horns. Each crack was like a mark carved by time. She waved her hand and summoned a golden barrier. The barrier emitted a soft but firm light, temporarily blocking the power of the fox demon. "If you force the rewrite, you may be able to save Bianjing, but which city will become the new victim?" Lin Wanqiu's voice was filled with helplessness and worry, and her eyes were fixed on Lin Feng, as if waiting for his decision.
When the fox demon heard Lin Wanqiu's words, its laughter became even more piercing, like the cry of an owl at night. "Pedant! This world is a chess game for the strong!" It roared and smashed the emperor's crown to the ground. This smash was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, and a huge gap instantly appeared in time and space. The remaining soul of the Nine Infants turned into nine black lights, like nine evil dogs from hell, shooting towards the nine directions of the time ruins. Wherever it went, time and space began to collapse, revealing a black chaos. The chaos seemed to hide endless destructive power, which was daunting.
Lin Feng looked at Bianjing being gradually swallowed by darkness, and Lin Wanqiu's warning echoed in his ears. In his mind, the peaceful days of Qingtian Village flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. At that time, he and Lin Wanqiu lived an ordinary and happy life together; Lin Wanqiu did not hesitate to block the fatal blow to protect him, and her figure fell down; and the innocent refugees who were swallowed in the chaotic sea flashed through their desperate eyes. The Ni Lin blade in his hand seemed to be in tune with his mind, and suddenly let out a deafening dragon roar. The dragon shadow on the blade turned into a stream of light and instantly sank into his brow. In an instant, Lin Feng felt a powerful force surging in his body, which was courage and faith.
"I don't believe in fate!" Lin Feng roared, his voice like a bell, resounding throughout the entire time and space. He leaped up, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, and rushed towards the fox demon. The scale-reverse blade carried his anger and determination, and the moment it chopped, time and space were distorted violently. With each swing of the blade, Lin Feng could feel that his memory began to blur, as if it was being gradually erased by the power of time and space. The dragon-shaped scar on the fox demon's forehead became more and more hideous and terrifying. Its power continued to increase with the blessing of the emperor's fate. Every counterattack brought with it the terrifying power to rewrite fate. Wherever it passed, time and space trembled.
The scene in the ruins of time kept changing in this fierce battle. The solidified flames were rekindled, and the blazing fire illuminated the entire void; the stationary iron cavalry began to charge, and the sound of iron hooves was terrifying; the broken time and space collided with each other, producing a strong energy storm, mixed with all kinds of strange lights and sounds, as if the entire universe was reshuffled in this battle. Lin Wanqiu tried her best to maintain the stability of time and space in the storm, and her figure became more and more illusory, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time. Every time she blocked the fox demon's attack, she was one step closer to dissipation, but her eyes were always firm, and she never retreated.
"Lin Feng, go!" Lin Wanqiu's voice was filled with determination and reluctance. It was her last call. "The wheel of history may not be forcibly turned, but you can change the future!" She used up her last bit of strength to push Lin Feng to the exit of the space-time rift. At the last moment when she disappeared, Lin Feng saw a relieved smile on her lips. In that smile, there was expectation for Lin Feng, and also satisfaction with the completion of her mission, as if all her regrets in this world were fulfilled at this moment.
The fox demon's wild laughter echoed in the ruins of time, like a devil's curse: "Even if you can escape, the resurrection of Jiuying is a foregone conclusion! This world will eventually become a paradise of chaos!" Its figure gradually merged into the broken time and space and disappeared, leaving only the fragments of the emperor's crown, flashing strange light in the void, as if telling the end of this crazy farce.
When Lin Feng fell out of the space-time rift, he found himself back at the edge of the Chaos Sea. The ruins of Bianjing were completely unrecognizable, and black slime covered every inch of land like a surging tide. The roar of the Eyeless was still echoing in the distance, and that sound was like a death knell from hell, constantly reminding people of the suffering this land had endured.
