I Have A Qi Fortune Altar-Chapter 1426 - 693: Altar Mutation! Chaos Sweeps the World!
Capítulo 1426: Chapter 693: Altar Mutation! Chaos Sweeps the World!
Jingtai is dead.
This time, he’s truly dead.
And his death was extremely… brilliant.
Yes, brilliant.
His physical body shattered inch by inch into a mist of blood.
As for his Primordial Spirit…
His Primordial Spirit had actually merged with the nation’s destiny, and the nation’s destiny, with its bright, multicolored shine, illuminated the Human World. His death was indeed brilliant, like fireworks exploding before everyone.
At the same time, the Qi Fortune of the Great Jin Dynasty also completely collapsed at that moment.
Jingtai once said it well: as long as the nation’s destiny is undying, so is he. But once the nation’s destiny perishes, he naturally does as well.
The nation’s destiny is as elusive as the Power of All Living Beings, yet it undeniably exists. Now that it has perished, there’s almost no chance of reconsolidating it.
Unless the Sima Family can produce a leader who can revive the nation and re-establish control over the land.
However, Jianghu will no longer give the Sima Family such a chance, and neither will Chen Yuan.
The Sword of Nihility, formed by the Power of All Living Beings, also perished and shattered along with Jingtai. If this had happened in the past, Chen Yuan reaching this point would have meant he was on the verge of death.
Because the collective thoughts of millions, even billions, can overwhelm and explode a person.
In the same vein, though Jingtai roared about being immortal, over time, he would ultimately be influenced and assimilated by the nation’s destiny.
One could say he was indeed undying, but one could also say he was already dead.
For once assimilated, can he still be considered himself?
It was merely a symbol.
Chen Yuan understood this, but he wouldn’t give Jingtai the slightest chance. After all, the process of assimilation could take some time, but he was eager to witness Jingtai’s death before his eyes.
Death… at the edge of his sword!
Chen Yuan remained standing amidst the void, observing Jingtai’s death scene, his gaze calm. In truth, when a great enemy dies, one should be delighted.
No, to be precise, he was indeed very happy now.
He wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he didn’t know what to say, so he remained calm. Or rather, he was putting on a facade.
Jingtai was indeed a remarkable person; even though Chen Yuan wished to kill him and did so, he still acknowledged this fact.
Being able to plot from humble beginnings.
Over decades, he turned all beings into his pawns, ultimately achieving his goals.
If not for the prevailing circumstances, Jingtai might truly have succeeded.
Although he walked a malevolent path, when he reached its end, who could say it was wrong?
If Jingtai could truly become a God through incense and offerings, it might be another path aside from Martial Arts.
It’s a pity… but not pitiful enough.
Moreover, Chen Yuan would not walk such a path.
It’s contradictory—feeling regret yet extremely rejecting it—but that’s the complexity of human nature.
Chen Yuan’s philosophy is that All Laws Return to One, returning to oneself, and only then can it be the everlasting path.
Using external forces to gather one’s strength may seem like building a high tower but with a fragile foundation, unable to endure eternally. Just like now, finding his weakness, a gentle nudge can crumble it.
He crumbled.
Jingtai left no significant last words; the only thing resembling a message was his final words, where he said that Chen Yuan was actually the same kind of person as him.
And Chen Yuan did not refute it.
Because, it’s the truth.
The only difference is that Chen Yuan is indeed selfish because it’s human nature, but he hasn’t descended into madness, using the corpses of millions to pave his path.
This could be said to be his only remaining conscience.
Additionally, the image he projected to the outside world was very good, good enough to mobilize the Power of All Living Beings.
And he would continue to maintain it.
Focusing on actions rather than intent, Chen Yuan didn’t consider himself a person without redemption. He thought of himself… as quite good.
As for the outcome.
It was right before him.
After Jingtai’s demise, countless Yin Souls filled with resentment collectively bowed to Chen Yuan in gratitude for helping them get justice.
This was actually the best validation.
He did not shy away, opening his arms to accept it.
Of course, this was just incidental; his true intention was to welcome the arrival, no… the return of the Qi Fortune!
Under the Heavenly Eye, a vast purple Qi Fortune could be seen enveloping him. This… was the best evidence of Jingtai’s downfall.
Previously, Chen Yuan couldn’t sense Jingtai’s aura, but it was because there was no surge of Qi Fortune. Thus, he determined that Jingtai was not dead.
The overwhelming Qi Fortune enveloped Chen Yuan.
Hidden from sight, amidst the vast ocean of purple Qi Fortune, a wisp of sinister black aura flowed with the cold wind toward the ground.
It seemed the purple hue… was just to conceal its existence.
The blood-colored altar deep within his consciousness expressed a desire to devour for the first time when facing Jingtai, and now even more so, seemingly impatient.
The purple Qi Fortune was rapidly absorbed by the Qi Fortune Altar, continuously and unceasingly.
Simultaneously, as the Qi Fortune was devoured, the blood-colored altar began to glow, gradually restoring itself from its previously damaged state.
Chen Yuan, in a mystical sense, also witnessed this scene.
He saw those gaps gradually being restored.
Although… not completely restored, at least a path was found.
In the process of restoration, the Qi Fortune Altar illuminated with a blood-colored glow, shining upon the entire consciousness. Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment, because he saw a flicker of blood-colored light seemingly… darting out.
