Chapter 13963 Fortune Telling
Chapter 13963 Fortune Telling
In an instant, the boy's aura erupted like a volcanic eruption, and a powerful force spread outwards from him.
The long sword at his waist seemed to sense its master's fighting spirit, emitting a series of humming sounds.
The boy suddenly drew his long sword, its blade flashing like a dazzling lightning bolt, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, as if it would rip the heavens and earth apart.
The cold light intensified, as if it could freeze everything in the world, sending chills down one's spine.
"No need for further words! Let's fight! The blade in my hand will cut through all obstacles!" The boy's voice, as resounding as a great bell, echoed in the air.
An intense fighting spirit emanated from him, like a surging wave, causing the surrounding air to distort slightly.
His posture was as upright as a pine tree, and the long sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, like a war god descending to earth.
Faced with the boy's strong provocation, Shui Wuhen remained calm, as if everything was under his control.
The calm smile still lingered on his lips, a smile as gentle as a spring breeze, yet carrying a profound meaning that was hard to fathom.
"You want to use demons to wipe out human territory? That's a grand idea, but it's easier said than done."
His voice was soft, yet it struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.
He knew that the human race had a profound foundation, and that it would be a long time before the demon and monster races could achieve this goal.
The young man spoke with a firm tone and a powerful voice, as if every word contained boundless strength: "My demon race has suffered from the bullying of the human race for years. If the human race can rule over all races, why can't my demon race? Even if there are thorns all ahead, I will never back down!"
His eyes revealed an unwavering conviction, a conviction that burned like an inextinguishable flame.
He seemed to already see the glorious scene of the rise of the demon and monster races and their dominion over all races. For this goal, he was willing to pay any price.
Shui Wuhen chuckled softly, a laugh that carried a profound meaning.
He slowly raised his head, gazing into the distance, his eyes seemingly filled with boundless wisdom.
"Do you know that what is divided for a long time will unite, and what is united for a long time will divide? Even if you manage to achieve this, conflicts will still arise in the future. This is an unchanging truth that no one can change."
His voice was distant and deep, as if recounting an ancient prophecy.
He knew that everything in the world had its own laws, and that prosperity would inevitably lead to decline, and decline would inevitably lead to prosperity. Even if the demon and monster races truly unified all races, they would find it difficult to avoid future conflicts and turmoil.
The boy's face was calm and still, without the slightest ripple. His tightly pursed lips and resolute jawline revealed his inner determination.
He looked firmly into Shui Wuhen's eyes and replied in a steady and powerful voice: "The future is unpredictable, like looking at flowers through the fog or the moon's reflection in the water. No one can foresee what will happen next. I will only focus on the present! I will do everything I can right now, and as for the future, there will be ways to deal with it. I will not be troubled by the uncertain future, nor will I stop moving forward because of it."
Shui Wuhen was about to retort when his expression suddenly changed drastically, as if he had been struck by an invisible thunderbolt. He opened his mouth, about to utter the words he had already prepared in his heart, when he was suddenly struck by an invisible thunderbolt.
His body jolted violently, his eyes widened instantly in shock and disbelief, and he quickly turned to look at Ling Xiao at the edge of the battlefield.
At this moment, in a relatively quiet place on the edge of the battlefield, Ling Xiao was lying comfortably on Xiao Lianzhu's lap.
Xiao Lianzhu gently stroked Ling Xiao's hair with her tender hand, her face full of concern and tenderness.
Ling Xiao, on the other hand, looked completely at ease, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, as if he were in a paradise, completely out of place in this smoke-filled battlefield.
As if sensing the piercing, intense gaze that felt like a thorn in his back, Ling Xiao helplessly raised his head slightly and met Shui Wuhen's eyes.
His handsome and resolute face was slightly furrowed, his brows furrowed, his expression full of stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat.
His eyes gleamed with vigilance, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, fixed on Shui Wuhen as if warning him not to act rashly.
Shui Wuhen's gaze was piercing, as if he could see through Ling Xiao's soul.
He scrutinized Ling Xiao from head to toe, not missing a single detail.
An undisguised surprise flashed in his eyes, a surprise like a boulder suddenly thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.
Immediately, he quickly formed hand seals, his fingers tracing mysterious paths in the air like nimble dancers.
He muttered incantations in a deep, mysterious voice, as if it were a call from ancient times.
In an instant, ripples appeared in the void above Ling Xiao's head, like a stone being thrown into a calm lake, creating layers of ripples.
The ripples grew more and more intense, and images were about to emerge, as if a mysterious door was about to open, revealing Lingxiao's unknown secrets.
Ling Xiao spoke helplessly, his voice tinged with a hint of teasing, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Senior, are you trying to predict my destiny? Do you perhaps think that this insignificant person like me harbors some great secret?"
He found it somewhat amusing, thinking Shui Wuhen's actions were a bit inexplicable, but he was mostly curious, wanting to know what kind of unknown destiny he had, and whether it would be as magnificent as the legends.
Shui Wuhen stopped what he was doing, staring intently at Ling Xiao, his tone questioning: "Is it alright?"
There was a hint of expectation in his eyes, as if Lingxiao's destiny concealed a major secret concerning the fate of heaven and earth.
After a moment of contemplation, Ling Xiao's curiosity grew wildly like weeds, gradually overcoming his displeasure.
He nodded slightly and said, "I suppose so. I'm also curious about what kind of destiny I have. Maybe my ordinary life will have some earth-shattering turning point."
His eyes gleamed with anticipation, as if he couldn't wait to unveil the mystery of his destiny.
Shui Wuhen's fingertips shone brightly, the light like a dazzling star, illuminating everything around him.
Ancient, obscure runes intertwined in the air, like mysterious threads, forming a massive, enigmatic array.
The array exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, as if it contained endless mysteries.
The surrounding spiritual energy surged and converged wildly like a raging tide, emitting a series of howling sounds.
The weather changed dramatically. The once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and lightning flashed and thunder roared. Streaks of lightning, like giant dragons, weaved through the clouds, producing a deafening roar.
A terrifying pressure descended like a mountain crashing down, making it difficult for everyone present to breathe, as if their souls were about to be crushed by this pressure.
Shui Wuhen's originally rosy complexion turned deathly pale in an instant, devoid of any color, as if all life had been drained from her.
His eyes were wide open, staring intently at the void, his gaze filled with terror and disbelief.
