Itjenetjer's anger was written all over his face. His already ugly and terrifying face became even more hideous, the muscles on his face looking as if they were crawling with wriggling leeches.
Huang Liang was quite calm at this moment.
Sadness is like a summer storm, fierce yet fleeting.
He had no fear of anything, nor did he have any regrets.
He never thought of becoming a hero; it was just that at that moment, he decided to do what he believed was the right thing to do.
The white wolf will not be alone on his journey to another world; he will soon join him.
Itjenetjer held the Soul of Ice high. Spiritual power, flowing continuously from the distant, mysterious void, gathered above his head and condensed into thick, dark clouds along with his anger.
Thunder roared, and lightning flashed like snakes, crawling through the clouds.
Huang Liang held Hong Kui's body in his arms, calmly waiting for the lightning to tear through his consciousness, calmly waiting for death.
He even smiled, because he saw the frustration and anger of a loser on Itjenetjer's face.
Although he was in danger at the moment, he felt more like a victor.
He knew that there was still hope in the world, and that Martha, Old Yu, and many other ordinary people could still live well.
The clouds pressed lower and lower, and the lightning, like a greedy snake, searched for food within them, growing larger and larger with each bite, eventually coalescing into a giant python as thick as a tree, pouncing towards Huang Liang.
However, at that moment, a strange croaking sound suddenly came from the sky.
The thick clouds churned violently, and the newly formed lightning bolts scattered like a school of startled fish, turning back into many fine currents crackling in the dark clouds.
A large black bird appeared on the horizon, its enormous wings whipping up a gale that blew the clouds into disarray.
Its claws shot out from the clouds and caught a bolt of lightning precisely, like an eagle catching a small snake and quickly shoving it into its mouth.
Huang Liang recognized it at a glance; it wasn't an eagle, but a giant Crow.
A giant raven catches lightning in the clouds.
Itjenetjer, however, seemed not to see it at all, letting the lightning he conjured from his mind roam freely.
His eyes were fixed on what was ahead.
Huang Liang looked in the direction he was looking and saw a black dot appear on the gray horizon in the distance.
He couldn't see anything clearly at that moment, but he could already hear the clattering of his slippers hitting the ice.
How familiar that voice is!
This voice had once hypnotized him, and once startled him awake.
He knew who it was. It had been so long since they'd seen him!
Huang Liang's feelings towards Qingmu were extremely complex.
It could be said that he wasn't familiar with Qingmu. He had seen him once in the interrogation room of the Criminal Investigation Brigade and once in Wuzhong Prison, but he hadn't seen him since.
However, those two brief meetings had an incredibly profound impact on his life. If it weren't for Qingmu, he might still be soldering circuit boards in Wuzhong's prison right now, spending the rest of his human life in mediocrity until he completely loses his spiritual freedom, transforms into another race, or disappears forever.
It was Qingmu who pulled him out of the abyss of darkness, allowing him to rediscover the preciousness of humanity, the warmth of family, and the importance of spiritual freedom.
Although the days that followed were even lonelier and less free than those in prison, he remained hopeful.
During his most agonizing times, he always thought of Qingmu and hoped to see him one last time.
Unfortunately, so many years have passed, and he has never been able to fulfill his wish. Until today, just as he was resigned to death and preparing to leave this world, at this final moment, he came.
The clattering footsteps grew louder and louder, and the figure on the horizon gradually became clearer. You could see the hem of his trench coat fluttering gently in the breeze, and his signature messy, bird's nest-like hair.
For some reason, Huang Liang suddenly felt a lump in his throat, his throat tightened, and his eyes welled up with tears.
His lips moved as if he wanted to speak, but no words came out.
He tightened his grip on Hong Kui's body, and tears finally welled up in his eyes.
If you had come a little earlier, just a little earlier, just a little earlier would have been fine!
Or you could just come a little later, just a little later and I won't know anything!
This is straight out of a melodramatic novel! Please, author, can you stop writing like this? If you're going to be sentimental, at least do it with some skill! If it weren't for the fact that you're not handsome, ugly, poor, and a pitiful person, I would have jumped off the screen and beaten you into a pig's head.
As Huang Liang continued his endless complaints, the clapping and tapping sounds grew louder and louder, echoing between heaven and earth.
The clouds thinned, and the lightning became sparser. Before long, the sky brightened again, and the nine Sun, like seats arranged by the gods, quietly watched the stories unfolding on earth.
Recovering from her shock and anger, Itjenetjer looked at Qingmu approaching and said, "You finally came."
"But I'm still too late," Qingmu said, glancing at Hong Kui leaning against Huang Liang and Horemheb lying on the ground.
"I know my men couldn't stop you. But I don't understand, how did you catch up with me?" Itelut asked. "This Heavenly Road isn't something ordinary people can find. If it weren't for a white wolf guiding the way, I wouldn't have found the mysterious Chayak Holy Land."
The giant crow that had been circling in the clouds moments before had returned to normal, flapping its wings and landing on Qingmu's head. It Guagua:
"I've been following you frogs the whole time, and you didn't even notice me, you big, stupid the Mummy!"
" Guagua..." It glanced at the scene, rubbed its head with its wing, and said with a hint of self-reproach, "I just went back to catch him, I didn't expect it to turn out like this!"
Qingmu raised his hand and stroked the Crow's feathers, saying, "It's not your fault. Even if you were here, you might not have been able to handle this giant the Mummy."
"Wow, he looks pretty tough. If the two of us team up, we should be able to take him down!"
Lying on the ground, barely alive, Horemheb warned, "Be careful, he has the Soul of Ice. The environment here is perfect for unleashing its power. I've done my best; I can't help you anymore. Take this..."
He struggled to grab the half of the Soul of Fire beside him and handed it to Qingmu.
Itjenetjer laughed loudly, "You are a descendant of Tuoxiao, the Guardian of the Sacred Land of Fire. Even you cannot stand against me, so what use is it for someone else to hold half of the Soul of Fire?"
Qingmu took the Soul of Fire from Horemheb's hand, weighed it in his hand, and said, "That's enough."
Itjenetjer said, "Although you were once Children of Gaia, you could not possibly wield the power of fire better than Horemheb. Besides, you only possess half a Soul of Fire."
Qingmu took a few steps forward, and suddenly a black stick appeared in his other hand.
He said, "Don't forget, I still have a complete Soul of Wood."
Itjenetjer laughed, "Only fire can subdue ice. But on the edge of this Holy Land of Chayak, even if you have the complete Soul of Fire, it will be of no use, let alone just the Soul of Wood."
"You only know about the conflict between ice and fire, but you don't know the principle of the mutual generation of the five elements."
Qingmu attached half of the Soul of Fire to the top of the whole Soul of Wood. The two Sacred Staff were connected like grafted trees.
There's a saying in an ancient China book, "Fire is born from wood; disaster will surely follow its destruction."
As he spoke, his body suddenly transformed into a mulberry tree, which began to grow wildly on the icy plain.
Branches danced wildly in the air, roots twisted and turned on the frozen earth, stretching into the unseen distance. The trunk was like a mountain, and its magnificent canopy quickly covered the entire sky.
And every branch and every leaf of this tree was ablaze with flames...