Chapter 333 – Truths and Lies (XIX)

Chapter 333

Truths and Lies (XIX)

Those… certainly were words.

It wasn’t words so much that made me wanna run as far away as possible as it was the sheer magnitude of Qi that suddenly seemed to pour out of every inch of that man’s body.

His robes began to shine in an ashen glow as winds stirred around his visage, all while he spread out his arms widely–immediately, several dozen daggers manifested out of thin air, but they were… odd.

Unstable, almost, as they seemed to be vibrating in place, as though the world didn’t accept them.

[–Eternity wishes to intercede and end ‘Dance of the Daggers’ art]
[Calculating Cost…]
[Do you wish to spend 25,000 Creation Points to allow Eternity to act?]

… yeah, sure, I’ve got millions in the bank. What’s 25,000–as if! Go away, you dumb system!

And you… you carpet, rug, or whatever you are! Aah, why, why did you have to ‘reveal’ yourself to me?!! Ugh, whatever. Forget that.

The kids are all on the shore, looking up at Long Tao anxiously. Can he win? I… don’t know. I believe that old monster can do many things, but the sheer discrepancy in realms is far too much. If it truly was possible to leap so many realms, then what’s even the point of them?

Something tells me that the only reason the kids can even fight with people far above their realm is simply because the ‘quality’ of cultivators here is pretty much rock bottom.

But the Sage… is a different story.

Even if he does have a ‘wound’, or whatever it is, he’s only the second person I’ve ever met to have had a Dao Title–that old woman being the first.

The system would not abruptly include it if it didn’t mean something.

Speaking of the old woman… she’s here, too, though hidden in the sky. I don’t know why I can see her while nobody else seems to be able to–I don’t think she knows I can see her, but… agh, all of this is pointless.

Can I somehow help Long Tao? The only thing I can think of is the mirror–but I can’t fly that far up. Or jump. And even if I could, I’d be nowhere near fast enough.

Do I put my faith in him? In the fact that he’s likely an old, cautious monster that would never do anything if success wasn’t guaranteed?

Ah, whatever.

Go on, you old monster.

Show me what you got.

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My little panic attack (haven’t had one in a while, now that I think about it? Wow!) was interrupted by the song of Qi that made me deaf–the sheer burst of energy coming from above barreled me backwards toward the shore where Wan Lan and Xi Zhao caught me.

The lake’s waters, at the same time, erupted into massive pillars and waves, clashing as though they were playing out the worst storm of all time.

Up above, colors bled out like there was a prism refracting them; both Long Tao and the Sage were mere blurs, shuttling about like arrays of light across the distance. One was ashen and black, drifting swiftly yet gracefully, while the other was dull gray, seeming on the edge of collapse… yet never quite collapsing.