flstandardbreds Chapter 177 The Choice of Willing Self-Destruction
Chapter 177 The Choice of Willing Self-Destruction
Chapter 177 The Choice of Willing Self-Destruction
Miaolian looked at Madam Guyao with suspicion, but the other party ignored her as if she didn't exist.
The ancient kiln lady's exquisitely beautiful face was now frighteningly pale, like a blank sheet of paper devoid of any color.
A mocking smile froze at the corner of her mouth, looking both tragically beautiful and chilling.
Her eyes, which should have been bright and beautiful, were now filled with deep hatred, like two flames burning with rage.
However, amidst this raging fury, a fleeting, indescribable look of desolation suddenly flashed by, so fast that it was almost imperceptible.
Then, as if she had used up the last bit of strength in her body, she slowly closed her eyes.
In an instant, an incomparably powerful resentment surged out from Madam Guyao's body and quickly condensed together.
The sky instantly turned gloomy, and thick, dark clouds rolled in like ink, covering the entire area.
At the same time, a fierce wind howled all around, and a chilling, biting wind swept in, making a series of eerie sounds.
All eyes were involuntarily drawn to Madam Guyao. They stared in horror at what was happening before them, completely stunned by this sudden turn of events.
Miao Lian stared wide-eyed at the scene unfolding before him, a flash of insight striking him as he suddenly understood.
He opened his mouth, about to say something, but only managed to utter a few words: "What are you trying to do...?"
However, before he could finish speaking, it was as if an invisible hand had abruptly cut him off.
Just then, something shocking happened—the dense, almost impenetrable resentment that had been surrounding Lady Guyao suddenly dissipated rapidly, as if it had lost its support.
As the resentment dissipated, everything around became eerie, as if time and space had frozen at that moment.
The howling wind suddenly stopped, and the thick, inky clouds overhead seemed to be drawn away, slowly dispersing to both sides.
A dazzling ray of light pierced through the clouds and shone directly on the Lady of the Ancient Kiln.
That ray of light was like the warmest sunshine in spring, gently caressing her body.
Perhaps sensing the warmth of the light, the Ancient Kiln Lady, whose eyes had been tightly closed, trembled slightly and slowly opened her eyes.
To everyone's astonishment, Lady Guyao's body began to undergo miraculous changes. Her skin gradually became transparent, and a golden light could be faintly seen flowing beneath.
Immediately afterwards, she was like a lotus flower in full bloom, with petals falling off her body and flying in all directions.
The petals twirled and danced in the air, shimmering with a captivating light. Each petal was like a delicate work of art, exuding a faint fragrance.
Gradually, more and more petals appeared, intertwining with each other to form a dazzling rain of flowers.
After all the petals flew away from the body of the Ancient Kiln Lady, they did not land, but continued to rise upwards, eventually transforming into countless dazzling stars.
These stars twinkled with a faint but persistent light, like the most beautiful stars in the night sky, before gradually disappearing from people's sight.
A voice, seemingly from the depths of the soul and filled with a sense of liberation, rang out slowly: "Is it finally... over? From the moment I gained self-awareness, I have never been willing to submit to fate! I went through countless hardships to survive the terrifying tribulation of transformation; I also fought bloody battles with powerful enemies of equal strength, and even when I was in dire straits, I never lowered my proud head."
"Throughout this journey, no matter how difficult or arduous the events I've experienced, I haven't felt the slightest bit tired. Yet, at this moment, for some reason, I'm suddenly feeling a sense of weariness creeping into my heart!"
After saying these words, she slowly turned her head to the side, her gaze falling on Miaolian, and said softly, "Little monk, I believe what you say is true! But this is my path, my way, my tribulation, and my choice! I need no one's sympathy or pity!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a shocking scene unfolded—her beautiful and noble head began to gradually transform into delicate lotus petals, which slowly drifted away in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, she had completely disappeared, leaving only her ethereal yet resolute voice echoing in the air, as if telling an untold legendary story.
"lady--!!!"
A sharp and piercing scream ripped through the air, drawing everyone's attention.
The one who let out that scream was none other than the female demon who had been arguing fiercely with the snake demon in the cave! At this moment, her face was filled with terror and despair as she stared wide-eyed ahead.
Just then, people were surprised to find that the last lotus petals that fell did not disappear into the air as expected, but instead seemed to have a life of their own, and drifted leisurely down onto the battlefield.
As if drawn by some mysterious force, they landed precisely on each of the injured monsters.
An astonishing scene unfolded: the gruesome wounds of the heavily injured and bloodied monsters began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Whether it's a deep, bone-revealing knife or sword wound, or a charred wound from a spell, new flesh grows back instantly, gradually closing up.
Moreover, the pale and weak faces of those demons who had suffered severe internal injuries gradually regained their color, and their breathing became steady again.
Even more unbelievable is that the corpses of the demons, which had long since lost their life force and lay in pools of blood, were now rapidly revived under the gentle touch of lotus petals.
Their stiff limbs began to move, their tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and their shrunken chests began to rise and fall again, as if they had never experienced the arrival of death.
However, these resurrected monsters underwent an astonishing change. They no longer retained their original terrifying and bizarre appearance, but instead all transformed into ordinary animal forms.
Time ticked by, and the miracles continued. Before long, the wounds of all the surviving monsters on the battlefield had been almost completely healed.
At the same time, a thick black gas continuously spewed out from their bodies, filling the surrounding air and making the whole scene even more eerie and strange.
Yu Bingwen stared wide-eyed at the bizarre scene before him, his throat bobbing involuntarily before he lowered his voice and murmured, "What... what is this?"
Standing beside him, Qingwu, with a solemn expression, slowly explained, "This is the life essence of that lotus demon. It seems that the lotus demon had the potential and tendency to become an immortal. If it hadn't encountered that sudden change, it would probably have already successfully ascended to the immortal realm!"
"However, things didn't go as planned. After thousands of years of cultivation, all its cultivation and the immeasurable merits it had accumulated were now concentrated in this life essence. It's no exaggeration to say that this life essence possesses the miraculous power to bring the dead back to life and regenerate flesh and bones!"
Qingwu paused for a moment, then continued, "Unfortunately, the lotus demon now realizes that the tide has turned and it is unable to turn the tide, so it resolutely submits to its destiny. It willingly dissipates all the cultivation it has painstakingly accumulated."
"Normally, such self-destruction would surely have resulted in its soul being scattered and never being reborn. However, unexpectedly, at this critical moment, it chose to use the last trace of its remaining essence, which it had painstakingly nurtured over a thousand years, to purify the violent aura tainted on these demons and offset the numerous sins they had committed, all to secure a final path for their survival!"
At this point, Qingwu couldn't help but sigh deeply, saying with deep emotion, "Even those demons that had died before have miraculously come back to life."
"However, although they were reborn, they no longer possessed their former demonic power and were simply transformed into ordinary animals."
"Not only that, their lifespan is only a few decades long, and from now on, they will never be able to awaken their intelligence and embark on the path of cultivation again!"
After hearing this, Yu Bingwen felt a pang of sorrow and bitterness in his heart.
He slowly opened his mouth, his voice trembling slightly, and said, "It is truly... pitiful and lamentable!" His tone seemed to contain endless emotion and regret.
Qingwu, standing to the side, quietly watched everything unfold before her. Her face appeared unusually calm, but a complex emotion, difficult to describe, was revealed deep within her eyes.
After a long while, she sighed softly and said, "Yes! Fate is truly unpredictable and hard to explain. Even after experiencing countless hardships and tribulations, becoming unrecognizable and exhausted, it is still so rare to be able to retain even a trace of one's original heart in the end!"
Meanwhile, Miaolian silently watched all of this, and then solemnly performed a standard Buddhist salute.
He nodded slightly and murmured, "Amitabha! Lotus Demon, you are now utterly destroyed, your soul and spirit scattered, so I will no longer recite the Rebirth Mantra for you. But I wish to assist you with the Mind-Cleansing and Qi-Concentrating Technique, hoping to help these people eliminate their malevolence and absolve their sins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Miaolian clasped his hands together without hesitation and sat down on the ground. He closed his eyes and began to chant the scriptures in a low voice.
As his chanting began, a solemn and dignified atmosphere immediately filled the surroundings. Melodious and graceful chanting emanated from his mouth, as clear and pleasant as celestial music; and dazzling golden light shone around his body, as if the Buddha's light were illuminating the earth.
Upon seeing this, the other monks followed Miaolian's example, putting their hands together, sitting down on the ground, and chanting the Mind-Clearing and Qi-Concentrating Mantra in unison.
In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with the sound of chanting, a sound as powerful and awe-inspiring as a great bell; while the shimmering golden light gradually converged and merged together, forming an enormous ball of light that tightly enveloped the entire battlefield.