Chapter Thirty-Four: Elegy
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In the state of Zhuang, Du Ruhui also possessed a supernatural ability called "The Distance Between Heaven and Earth." With each step he took, the world transformed, and what was distant became close at hand.
These two supernatural powers look very similar, but their origins are completely different.
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The essence of Ruyi Tong lies in "mind," it is the power of the mind, transcending space.
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The essence of "near yet far" lies in "space". It's about understanding space, transforming a distant place into one that is near.
When the Bone-Venerable God descended, he also passed through the White Bone Gate, leading his followers across thousands of miles. However, that was different; it was fundamentally borrowing the power of the Netherworld as the dominant force.
But the arrival of Blind Strike was different from these. He relied on the power of the Imperial Protective Array, not divine powers.
Otherwise, with the disparity in power between the City Lord King and him, it wouldn't be possible for him to detect his arrival so quickly. It was because at that time the City Lord King was attacking the protective barrier of the National Defense Array, sensing the fluctuation of the array's power.
After killing Bian Cheng Wang and Du Shi Wang, the blind drummer's footsteps shifted. He had already appeared in the Gao clan territory of Jinghai.
At this time, within the Gao clan's territory, King Ping Deng was roaring with laughter as he wreaked havoc in the air. He relentlessly bombarded the area with his magical arts. Wherever his gaze fell, houses crumbled, residents perished, and the land lay in ruins.
From beginning to end, the Gao family of Jinghai did not organize any effective resistance. This performance is completely unworthy of the Gao family's gate.
This also further emboldened the King of Equality.
Everything says that the State of Qi was powerful, with many strong warriors. Now it seems like nothing special!
At least in Jinshui County, there's no one who can beat him.
“Emperor Song!” he shouted arrogantly. “Let’s see who kills more!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the night watchman carrying white paper lanterns arrived.
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The man stood before King Pingdang, his hand raised and simply pressed forward.
Numerous thoughts arise and vanish in an instant.
The Equal King's laughter abruptly ceased, for he was dead at this moment!
He looked extremely aged, as if he had been struck by a powerful blow. With just a slight turn of his body, he faced the gates of hell and another Hell King stood before him.
Then he realized, a fist.
A brutal, pure, powerful fist.
From the gate of hell comes Emperor Song!
Realized the arrival of this formidable opponent.
He made no choice to run away, let alone kneel and beg for mercy.
He is the third-ranked Yama in Hell's No Gate.
He was a Song emperor.
Every person in Hell's Gate, more or less, does not get along with this world. They reject the existing rules and order, and are also rejected by this world.
As Yin Guan once said when founding this organization, they were a group of people who weren't even allowed into hell.
Therefore they transformed hell into themselves, therefore they call themselves Yama.
Blaze your own trail, open your own doors!
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For the Song emperor, what left the deepest impression on him during this trip to Linzi wasn't the moment they successfully killed Zhao Xuan, nor their escape from Linzi, nor the subsequent experiences of being chased relentlessly to the heavens and earth.
What he remembered most vividly was the paper figures he had made in Xiaolian Bridge.
That is another kind of life.
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Plain and simple, life rooted in the dust.
It turns out that there are so many stories to be told after a person dies, it turns out that serving death is like living.
But here he is at this moment.
He was a emperor of the Song Dynasty.
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Qin Guangwang dared to lead Yue Leng away alone. As his emperor, how could Song Di not face this suddenly appearing powerful being
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Five successive explosions sounded.
Then, in the distance, four stars blazed to life in the sky. For a moment, they shone with breathtaking brilliance, almost vying with the rising sun. But just as quickly, the heavens darkened once more.
The entire world within his fist was plunged into an inky, inescapable "night".
Ping Wang died at a glance. Of course, he could also recognize the terrifying gap between himself and his opponent.
But his terror lay in this—unforeseen, unprepared, he directly detonated the Five Halls and Four Floors, transforming a lifetime of brilliance into this single punch.
He knew he was going to die, but he wouldn't allow himself to die like King Pingdang, silently and without a fuss.
He was the emperor of the Song Dynasty!
In the endless churning darkness, his fist appeared.
Heaven and earth, only this one punch.
Mighty and ferocious, one punch can shake the mountains and rivers!
Faced with such a powerful punch.
A hand appeared.
A lean hand, with fingers spread wide, reached into this darkness so dense it could not be dissolved, covering that fist.
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Like day covers night, like flame covers seawater,
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That brilliant and powerful radiance was erased.
Then dawn broke.
The paper lantern bearers stood suspended in mid-air, their feet planted firmly on the ground.
And just like a iron tower standing firm on the ground, Emperor Song of the time, his entire body, exploded from within and out.
He still died without a surprise, creating no miracles, not even a ripple.
But among all these deceased Yama kings, he was the only one who died at his own hand.
In a way, he controls his own destiny.
Even the old man who had been carrying out his rounds, silent and unyielding all along, carried a white paper lantern and shone it on him.
At this moment, a very jarring sound arose.
The frightened state lingered, leading to a wild and frenzied voice.
"Why are you just coming now! Don't you know how many people we have lost, how much damage has been done!"
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The speaker was a young gentleman, who seemed to have finally found safety. He emerged from his hiding place with relief. The fear he had felt when facing the two Yama kings of Hell's Gate had now vanished entirely.
He was very angry: "I'll definitely tell my sister about this. What yamen are you from The Gao family won't just let this go!!"
"You, a thing like pig and dog, what qualifications do you have to represent the Gao family!"
Gao Xianshang, the head of the Gao clan, had at some point emerged from the dark room and rushed over. With a swift and decisive kick, he knocked the young master to the ground, landing with such force in his astonished eyes that it seemed aimed at his vital points: "The Gao clan doesn't allow you to speak!"
"Master, you cannot blame him. Young Master Gao just spoke carelessly."
"The chieftain cannot!"
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A loyal clansman clung tightly to Gao Xianchang's legs, preventing him from killing his son on the spot.
Gao Qing was so frightened that he couldn't speak for a moment, but his eyes were both surprised and resentful.
>Gao Xianchang, however, only addressed the executioner, saying: "You have shown kindness to the Gao family and suffered no grievances. On behalf of the Gao family, I plead guilty to you. Please execute me, this unfilial son, as an example to others!"
However, whether it was Gao Qing's outburst under extreme fear or Gao Xianchang's attitude of utmost deference and willingness to sacrifice his son to avoid disaster.
Even blindfolded, the strike-watchers didn't react at all.
He didn't even give a sign of displeasure at the drama unfolding in the Gao clan, let alone say a word. He simply took a step and vanished again.
While Gao Xianchang remained in place, he seemed to have been drained of his bones, collapsing instantly.
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He glared at his son on the ground, and addressing those around him, he cried out in anguish, "You have saved this unfilial child, but you have brought ruin to my Jinghai Gao!"
“Chieftain, it doesn't have to be this way. Young Master Gao just made a few threatening remarks but didn’t take any concrete actions. Even that imposing person just now has to make sense, right And even if he doesn’t care about our Gao Clan, surely he cares about Noble Consort Jing”
"Do you know who he is!"
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Gao Xianchang was heartbroken: “He is the leader of the night watchmen in Daqi.”
He fought for the Jiang dynasty!ng!" A voice, weak with illness, came from outside the meditation hall. Though it was meant to be a plea, it boomed like thunder, sounding more like an argument: "Scolding too much will prevent even t...