Divine Tang Era

Chapter 133 Heaven Cannot Be Reversed

Rui Wuni felt a deep sorrow, as if she were being swallowed by endless despair.

She had exhausted all her means, wisdom, and strength, yet before this overwhelming power of heaven, she still appeared so powerless, so insignificant. The thunder and wind were like knives, constantly tearing at her robes; the lightning was like fury, shaking her internal organs with excruciating pain; the merciless pressure of heaven and earth seemed to crush her frail body.

Rui Wuni looked up at the dark night sky and at the terrifying lightning of the Great Dao, a resolute glint in her eyes.

Since we can't resist it, we can only tough it out!

She took a deep breath, her expression solemn, and stood tall, her hands moving rapidly, her fingers forming a hand seal. Driven by the profound hand seals, the remaining true energy within her body surged forth like an awakened dragon, condensing into an invisible barrier around her, enveloping her entirely.

At this moment, Rui Wuni's momentum reached its peak.

Boundless power erupted from her body, shaking the heavens and earth, and overwhelming mountains and rivers, as if an unparalleled war god had descended.

Her long hair flew wildly in the thunder and wind, each strand containing boundless power; her robes fluttered in the wind, each piece carrying powerful true energy; the stone slabs beneath her feet could not withstand the powerful force emanating from her and began to sink.

Rui Wuni's figure appeared so proud and resolute amidst the lightning and gale.

She knew that every second to come could be her doom, but she still chose to face the challenge head-on. She would use her last strength to fight against the boundless power of heaven and earth! Her eyes shone with a resolute light, a desire for victory and an unwavering commitment to her beliefs.

Whatever the outcome, she is prepared.

"break!"

Rui Wuni forcefully pushed the hand seal towards her chest, and her true energy was driven by a mysterious and inexplicable force, rushing towards the Great Dao Thunder.

With a deafening roar, lightning flashed, but the power of an ant could not withstand the overwhelming might of heaven. Her true energy was instantly shattered, and the residual force of the lightning, carrying the aura of sweeping away the filth of the world, rushed straight towards Rui Wu Ni.

Her true energy was completely exhausted, and she had no strength left to resist. She could only watch helplessly as the great lightning struck down.

Suddenly, Lin Qing, the master of Yinlong Pavilion, appeared from behind, grabbed her, and fled from the stone chamber.

The residual force of the lightning missed its target, darting about wildly, countless electric snakes dancing wildly, turning everything in their path to dust. Meanwhile, the deadly lightning that struck down from above landed directly on the golden coffin.

"Boom!"

A loud bang.

The golden coffin, along with the countless rare treasures buried inside and the young girl Jiu Niang in her prime, was struck down by the tribulation lightning descended by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth and vanished from the world without a trace.

The stone chamber was also shattered into dust, and the inverted lake water fell from above, most of which was evaporated by the lingering power of the tribulation lightning. However, the lake water that kept pouring in quickly filled the space vacated by the shattered stone chamber.

·············

In Chang'an, the capital city, a magnificent hall stands majestically within the Imperial Clan Court.

The interior of the hall was resplendent with gold and jade, with carved beams and painted rafters, and the exquisite jade inlaid on the four walls radiating a warm luster.

The glass lamps hanging high in the palace cast a soft glow, illuminating the jade tablets that hung throughout the hall. These tablets were densely packed and neatly arranged, each engraved with the name of a member of the royal family, symbolizing their fate and destiny.

"Click"

Suddenly, a clear, crisp sound broke the silence in the hall.

A jade tablet split in two, the fragments falling softly to the ground with a faint sound. On the broken jade tablet, the name was clearly visible, but it had lost its former luster.

An elderly man with white hair slowly walked into the main hall.

He wore a wide, dark robe with intricate cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs. Although his steps were slow, he exuded an air of detachment from worldly affairs.

The old man had a thin face, deep, unfathomable eyes, and a world-weary air about him. He bent down to pick up the jade tablet that had fallen to the ground, gently stroking the name on it, and murmured, "In the end, I couldn't escape it after all..."

The voice was deep and resonant, carrying a hint of helplessness and regret.

In another palace, a majestic emperor sat on his dragon throne.

He wore a bright yellow dragon robe and a nine-dragon crown, his expression exuding undeniable majesty and domineering presence. However, at this moment, his expression appeared somewhat weary, with a faint trace of sadness in his eyes.

A waiter hurried in and announced in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, the emperor closed his eyes and sighed inwardly, "It's better that he's gone. I hope he can be reborn into a better family in his next life. May he be born into an ordinary, wealthy family and enjoy the happiness of family life. I hope he won't be born into the royal family again."

Inside the main hall, the jade tablet still shone brightly, but it seemed a little dimmer than usual.

The figures of the old man and the emperor appeared so lonely in their respective palaces, seemingly out of place in this bustling world.

··················

"Alas, we still couldn't stop it." Zhu Yuxian sighed softly.

"Isn't this normal? It's abnormal to block it, okay?" Li Zhu glanced at her and said, "If everyone could be resurrected, wouldn't the world be in chaos?"

"This...it's over just like that?" One of them said in a low voice from a distant hilltop, seemingly in disbelief.

"What else do you want?" The other person glanced at him sideways, his tone indifferent.

"It's...it's nothing, it's just a pity," the man said sheepishly.

"We don't need to have too many unnecessary thoughts when we do things; we just need to keep our eyes wide open and watch," the other person said sternly, with a warning in his voice.

The man nodded quickly in agreement, not daring to say anything more.

Upon reaching the valley outside, Rui Wu Ni forcefully shook off Lin Qing's hand and ran towards the lake, only to witness the sight of the girl and the golden coffin being struck down by the lightning of the Great Dao. She cried out in anguish, "Ninth Sister!"

Rui Wuni collapsed to the ground, utterly helpless, unable to accept this fact.

Her gaze was vacant, her pupils still reflecting the scene of Jiu Niang being struck and obliterated by the blazing lightning. Suddenly, it felt as if something was blocking her throat, making it difficult to breathe. Her chest heaved violently, each breath accompanied by a tearing pain.

"Ninth Sister... Ninth Sister..."

Rui Wu Ni cried out in a desolate, hoarse voice, her weak voice seemingly squeezed from the depths of her soul, filled with endless despair and regret. Images of Jiu Niang as a child kept flashing through her mind, the scene of her holding her in her arms, tenderly caring for her.

I remember back then, Jiu Niang's eyes were as clear as water.

She still remembered Jiu Niang's innocent voice when she first called her "Auntie," Jiu Niang's adorable smile when she fell asleep peacefully in her arms, the scene of Jiu Niang calling her "Mother" despite her sister's scolding, and the gentleness with which she wiped away her sweat...

But all of that has now vanished into thin air.

"It's all my fault...it's all my fault..."

Rui Wu Ni's tears flowed like a tidal wave, her heart filled with endless regret, a pain so intense it felt like she was dying. Her fingers clenched tightly at her chest, as if only this could offer some relief, yet the heartache surged wave after wave, threatening to overwhelm her. Her vision blurred, and all she could hear was the deafening roar of lightning striking the golden coffin; she felt as if the entire world was mocking her overestimation of her own power.

"puff!"

Rui Wuni couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood, the bright red blood staining her clothes and the ground.

Her body trembled slightly, her face was as pale as paper, and she seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. Her eyes were empty, and her soul seemed to have vanished along with Jiu Niang, leaving only this shell of a body to eke out a living in the world.

"Ninth Sister... Ninth Sister..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it almost became a murmur.

The scene of Jiu Niang being engulfed by lightning kept replaying in her mind—the blinding light, the deafening roar, the figure that vanished in an instant… Every frame was like a sharp knife, piercing her heart. Her fingers unconsciously traced lines on the ground, as if trying to write Jiu Niang's name, but only leaving behind messy marks.

"Defying the will of Heaven is inherently difficult. You have already done your best, so why torture yourself further?"

Lin Qing stood aside, trying to comfort him, but stopped in mid-air.

He knew that Rui Wuni was no longer willing to listen to any advice at this moment; her heart had already died along with Jiu Niang.

Rui Wuni seemed not to hear him, still immersed in her own world. Her lips moved as if to say something, her fingers gripping the ground tightly, her nails digging deep into the soil, as if only in this way could she gain a little sense of security.

"Let's go back!" Li Zhu said to Zhu Yuxian.

"Hmm." Zhu Yuxian nodded.

Jingning City was under attack by ghosts, and with so many affairs to attend to, they couldn't linger outside. Suddenly, the precious roses beneath their feet bloomed, their vibrant petals enveloping the two of them before vanishing without a trace.

Sensing the auras of Li Zhu and the various immortals, Lin Qing, the master of Yinlong Pavilion, glanced down at Rui Wu Ni, who was kneeling motionless like a statue, and frowned slightly. The next moment, his figure appeared in front of the two observers on the distant mountain.

Although both served the royal family and belonged to different departments, they were familiar with Yinlong Pavilion, one of the largest trading companies in Jingning City.

Upon seeing Lin Qing appear, he quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, Pavilion Master."

"No need for such formalities." Lin Qing offered a slight gesture of support and said in a calm tone, "The city is in a state of flux, and I cannot stay long. I would like to ask you two to look after that person for me. I presume you two know her well."

"You flatter us, Master," one of them said.

"I won't let you two work for nothing." Lin Qing took out a storage bag and handed it over. "There are a few magical artifacts here. They are not very valuable, but they can be used for protection. Please accept them."

Before the two could respond, Lin Qing's figure disappeared from the spot and returned to Jingning City.

"We haven't agreed yet..." another person muttered under their breath.

"We're going to observe here anyway, so it won't hurt to keep an eye on things while we're at it." One of them said, opening his storage bag, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "As expected of the Lord of Yinlong Pavilion, he's really generous."

"What's inside? Let me see."

"What's the rush? Things aren't going to grow legs and run away."

"I won't run away, but I'm afraid you'll pocket it."

Am I that kind of person?

"How could it not be? Last time I paid for the meal, you just stuffed the change they gave you into your own pocket, and you still have the nerve to say you have impeccable character?"

"I misremembered that time; I thought I was the one who paid."

"And the time before that..."

"Are you ever going to stop? You're babbling on and on even when you're just looking at something, like a woman. Why is your mouth so talkative?"

"That's not how it works..."

The argument over a few magical artifacts ignited a long-suppressed pent-up resentment in another person, who could only listen helplessly. This guy was always a chatterbox, and he had been holding back a lot of things lately; if he wasn't allowed to vent, he might suffer internal injuries.