MC Bookstore Chapter 226 We are all mortals, and now we are too.
Chapter 226 We are all mortals, and now we are too.
Everything that happens in the inner void affects reality.
When the endless dam cracked open, countless golden fireflies rushed forth, converging and flowing, transforming into an invisible force that flowed towards the death knights of the mortal realm.
"Thanks be to the Lord for the gift."
With the blessing of this faith power, the Death Knight, which was originally less than two zhang in size, suddenly surged in aura, and his figure moved so fast that it became as tall as Lü Qian's golden body.
A somber, death-symbol light flickered, and a muffled chant emanated from beneath the skull mask: "Accept judgment!"
"Judge your grandmother!"
To the astonishment of the onlookers, the majestic and radiant divine image directly uttered vulgar words, completely different from the Death Knight's chanting tone.
In the minds of these people, gods should be lofty and majestic, but Lü Qian's image directly shattered their perception.
The city is incredibly magical tonight. The ancient, bright moon hangs in the sky, its radiant light cascading down from the heavens, illuminating the astonishing changes within the city.
A curtain of water rose from the ground, completely surrounding the street where the church used to be, blocking out all movement within it.
But the clash between the two enormous figures shimmered with brilliant light, as if a scene from an ancient myth was unfolding at this moment.
An invisible force of faith was born and gathered from these people, flowing towards the two figures clashing in the arena.
As the two clashed, the convergence of faith power became skewed, with more and more faith power converging towards Lü Qian.
Faced with this power of faith, Lü Qian did not use it for his own purposes. Instead, he allowed it to transform into wisps of smoke that surrounded him.
As the fireworks swirled around him, Lü Qian seemed to hear the voices of many people and felt a sense of transcendence, as if he were inhuman.
He seemed to have a sudden realization, and with a swing of his sword, he deflected the charging Death Knight. A dazzling flash of sword light disappeared in an instant, severing the barbs of the scythe.
"Faith is the thought in people's hearts, and it is also the gathering of sparks."
At this moment, Lu Qian, in his Dharma form, was surrounded by smoke and fire, as if he had truly become a clay statue of a deity in a temple. However, unlike the statues, this Lu Qian was a real person.
He brandished the magic sword in his hand, feeling as if he were performing something, much like a shaman in a Nuo opera.
But unlike the shamans in Nuo opera, Lü Qian is not playing someone else at this moment; he is being himself, becoming a true legend.
Drive divine thoughts with human hearts, practice divine ways with human bodies, and act as human beings for the sake of the day!
"Man proposes, God disposes."
When Lü Qian uttered those words from the bottom of his heart, the magnificent golden body instantly became clear and lustrous, as if it had returned to nothingness and illusion.
From the outside, the illusory figure radiating golden light seemed to have committed suicide, dissipating all divine power, leaving only the swirling smoke and faith in the air.
"boom!"
The fireworks and faith surrounding him ignited fiercely at that moment, as if the scattered sparks had collided and gathered, and an even more intense and enormous flame ignited in the void.
A ball of blazing flames unfurled, like a fiery cloud blooming in mid-air.
"Roar—"
The towering death knight raised his scythe, its still-sharp tip, aided by his grey warhorse, and thrust it toward the cloud of fire.
A dense, ominous aura, almost black, gathered and grew at the tip of the spear, making the distance between the spear and the fiery cloud ever shorter.
At the critical moment, a large hand with flesh and blood emerged from the fiery clouds, pointing as a sword to confront the thrusting spear tip.
"when!"
To everyone's surprise, the fingers, which were made of flesh and blood, directly removed that extraordinary divine weapon.
As the fiery clouds burst forth, the hand directly halted the Death Knight's charge, and the galloping warhorse also came to a stop.
"The golden body and Dharma form are inherently empty; only the physical body and mortal bones are true reality!"
A clear voice emanated from the fiery clouds, distinctly human, containing human emotions and desires, and lacking the previous ethereal and majestic quality.
"Death is inevitable."
Seeing this, the Death Knight's eerie flames flickered even brighter beneath his skull mask. He gripped the spear shaft and thrust it forward, while his warhorse neighed and strode forward, its massive hooves carving deep furrows in the ground.
However, that fleshy hand that emerged from the fiery cloud remained unmoved, blocking their advance and attacks.
"If you ask where immortals and gods come from, they are originally mortals with human bodies."
Another clear voice came from the fiery clouds, and as soon as the voice finished speaking, a gentle breeze seemed to rise in the arena.
"call--"
A gentle breeze swept away the fiery clouds in the sky, revealing a Taoist priest who was five zhang tall and carrying a wooden sword.
This Taoist priest was like an enlarged version of Lü Qian; his appearance, clothing, and demeanor were no different from Lü Qian in his normal state.
He was much taller than before, but the aura he exuded was just as ordinary and vibrant as before.
"After practicing the Dharma Form for so long, I finally understand what the true Dharma Form Self is."
In the eyes of the common people, this handsome Taoist priest had the same appearance as the deity who rode on the Xuanwu, but his inner self was very different.
The vast golden light that had previously awed people was nothing compared to the sight of this flesh and blood body before them.
It was as if the clay sculptures and golden statues in the palace and temple had finally come to life, possessing a soul.
The massive Lü Qian faced off against the Death Knight with one hand pointing his sword. He glanced at Zhang Zhiwei, who was barely taller than his calves, and laughed.
"Old Zhang, you might have to change the name of our book tonight. I'm going back now."
After saying this puzzling thing, Lü Qian stepped forward, pushing his sword forward as well, slowly pushing the Death Knight he was wrestling with backward.
"May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings; this humble Taoist will now begin."
After taking three steps, Lü Qian, who was five zhang tall, had already pushed the Death Knight back more than three zhang. He flicked his sword finger, and a sharp sword aura flew out from his fingertip.
The sword energy was fierce and unparalleled, breaking the scythe and spear that were locked in combat at their fingertips into pieces.
The intricate cracks resembled a spider web, spreading from the receding fracture point to the entire gun body.
"You're not handling that gun well enough."
In the blink of an eye, the sword energy flying from Lü Qian's fingertips had already broken the scythe in half. He changed his finger into a palm, and the immense force transformed into a raging torrent that crushed towards the Death Knight.
"Roar—"
The warhorse, as white as a corpse, turned into dust like bones, scattering on the ground with the flow of palm force.
"One palm strike."
Lu Qian withdrew his hand, and in the next instant, his tall figure disappeared from the spot.
"boom!"
Dust billowed up, and Lü Qian's figure appeared in a blur. His foot stepped on the head of the Death Knight lying on the ground, and the skull mask was crushed to pieces.
"Snap!"
A crisp sound rang out simultaneously in reality and in the interior, and on the endless embankment, the firefly that had been perched seemed to let out a sigh.
"A corner of death crumbles."
The silver butterfly fluttered its wings and spoke mocking words in a tone that was neither happy nor sad.
"Heh, you bunch of predecessors who wanted to reap the benefits of those who came after them, would you really sigh over such a small loss?"
The firefly did not respond to the mockery, but instead continued to speak, puzzled.
"We gods still cannot understand why you people of the East do not want the help of the mortal world, and even help those mortals."
"In the beginning, we were all mortals, and we still are!"
The silver butterfly shimmered with a dreamlike glow. "As for the second point, there will always be successors!"