Volume 5: Qingming Chapter 54: Li Feng

The reflection of the sword shone on Zheng Yuantai's face .

Sweat dripped down his twisted facial muscles one by one and fell to the ground.

"What if the door is destroyed?"

After hearing Tang Butian's words, Zheng Yuantai was stunned at first, then relieved. He said, "Xiao Tang, it's okay for me to call you that, I..."

He saw Tang Butian turn his head and look at Jiang You.

"I have been wondering what it means to cut off meaning," Tang Butian pursed her lips, "To lose meaning is to not exist, to be dead. The door does not exist, the passage does not exist, and everything can be killed, even gods."

Zheng Yuantai's eyes fell on the knife in Tang Butian's hand.

Wooden machete.

The curve is soft and the texture is elegant.

Only the tip of the knife is sharp.

"This wooden sword..."

"I got it from the sword tomb."

"Is that the sword?"

"right."

"A trace of God's consciousness is in this door." Jiang You walked forward a few steps and came in front of Tang Butian. He saw that her shirt on her shoulder was torn open and some blood was seeping out. "Part of the remains of this so-called God seems to be in the research institute."

"That god?"

"Maybe," Jiang You nodded. "This door is now open a little bit, some weak insects can come and go freely, and this trace of divine consciousness on the door will continuously devour and assimilate these attracted insects." He smiled. "The one that Mr. Lin encountered probably slipped out from here. Maybe he came early and hid in the magic weapon during the chaos."

"Am I also assimilated by it?" Zheng Yuantai's voice interrupted.

"Yes." Jiang You answered him.

"What should I do?" Tang Butian asked.

"You don't need to kill this divine thought. You just need to keep consuming its power to weaken it so that it can pass through this gap." Jiang You picked up a strand of Tang Butian's hair that was scattered on her shoulders. There was some blood on the hair. His fingers slid down along the hair. "I can use it as a sacrifice to close this door."

"I'll do it." Zheng Yuantai said.

"I can do it." Tang Butian said.

"I've fought it before, I have experience, and now that I know what it is," Zheng Yuantai grabbed his sword with his clawed hand, "I want to fight it again."

Tang Butian remained silent.

Only the last trace remained on the door.

She said, “Okay.”

"You and Yi...are you just cultivating sword intent like your master?"

"right."

"This is my sword intention." Zheng Yuantai said.

As soon as the words fell, the wind started to blow.

The wind blew across Tang Butian’s cheek.

She heard many sounds in the wind, willow branches swaying slowly by the river, ripples on the water, and drizzle falling into the soil...

Gentle breezes surrounded Zheng Yuantai.

He stood up in the wind.

He stood very unsteadily, almost relying on the sword to support his upper body.

He was standing.

The wind blew against the door.

The knife marks disappeared completely.

A layer of light peeled off the door, and it fell down, breaking into countless points of light and flying towards Zheng Yuantai...

Scales spread across his body.

Suddenly, a cloud of blood mist burst out from his body.

The wind blew away the fog.

The scales on his body were gone, as if they had been cut off, exposing his flesh and bones.

Tang Butian gripped the hilt of the knife tightly.

"He doesn't want others to see him like this." Jiang You said softly.

Tang Butian stretched out his hand.

The wind blew through her fingers. She said, "He is demonstrating his sword skills to me."

The wind wrapped up the light spots, turning them into small wind balls that floated around and illuminated the cave.

Tang Butian saw Jiang You nodded at Zheng Yuantai.

Zheng Yuantai's body floated upwards.

He raised his sword.

The wind stopped.

A crackling sound like an explosion was heard, and the wind ball spun at high speed, turning into a vortex of wind, strangling the light spots wrapped in it.

The light and shadow on the door were distorted, as if struggling.

Suddenly, all the lights dimmed, including the light coming through the door.

"Ah..." A painful roar sounded.

"Uncle Zheng?"

After his vision adjusted to the darkness, Tang Butian saw Zheng Yuantai standing at the crack of the door, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and stabbing himself.

She was about to move forward when a wall of wind stopped her.

Zheng Yuantai closed his eyes.

The light twisted on his sword and in his body, struggling to get out.

The wind around him whistled, and he heard the sound of his bones breaking, as if they were blown apart. He tried to turn his head and saw Tang Butian.

There was light in her eyes.

It's tears.

A transparent spider silk stuck to the door, followed by the second, the third...

Zheng Yuantai's body was slowly pushed out.

First the tail, then the torso, then the hands...

Just as Tang Butian was about to move forward, Jiang You put one arm around her waist from behind and held her knife-holding hand with the other.

"you……"

“Tang Butian, watch carefully, you only have one chance.”

Tang Butian blinked hard a few times, tears fell, and her vision became clear again.

"After your uncle consumed some of its power, he pretended to fall into a trap, lured out its true body, and bound it in his body. I will now use the spider web as an altar and them as sacrifices to close the door," Jiang You said in her ear, "the moment before it is completely closed, you have to kill the door," he paused, "I will extract Zheng Yuantai's soul at that moment. It may not be complete, but it will not be a problem for reincarnation."

"What am I going to do?"

"Do what you want. You can kill those who are not blessed by the divine mind."

Tang Butian looked at the door. It was not a door, but a tunnel, a very dark and long tunnel. There were many hungry corpses and monster corpses piled on both sides of the tunnel. She saw a barely visible white light at the front of the tunnel.

The tip of the wooden sword sinks.

Jiang You let go of his hand.

The last ray of light is about to seal the spider silk.

Tang Butian stabbed the wooden sword at that point.

The wooden sword stabbed into the door.

She felt the other end of the wooden sword being grabbed, and she was brought into the tunnel. She kept moving forward, and the corpses of the monsters stood up one by one, blocking her way. She kept swinging the wooden sword, killing, killing, faster and faster, until she reached the end...

An ancient pattern appeared on the blade of the wooden sword.

She closed her eyes.

Give all your strength to the wooden sword.

Jiang You saw the door cracking inch by inch, and debris flying out from around the girl.

"Another losing business." He dodged a piece of rubble, took out a postcard from his bag and lit it.

A transparent figure squeezed out from the gap, and the last spider silk fell.

Tang Butian fell heavily to the ground.

My body can't move.

But she heard the sound of the wind blowing in her face.

There are also footsteps.

She was poked twice on the cheek by a finger.

"Did I succeed?" she asked.