Chapter 1221: The Pointing of Fate

The super-root breathed rhythmically in the air, and the world-ending pressure filled every corner of Mount Wu town.

It was like a killing machine collecting information from another world. Once it finished sensing the natural conditions of the surroundings, a catastrophe awaited everyone...

The Sword of Damocles hung over everyone’s heads, and the shadow of death spread rapidly.

"Damn it..."

Sun Bumian felt the world-ending aura radiating from the super-root, and a touch of anxiety climbed into his pupils, which were nested with colorful rings.

In an era where the Sixth or Seventh Rank was considered high, the appearance of a Ninth Rank world-ending calamity was undoubtedly a total dimensional strike. No one in the world could resist a Turbid Calamity; even Sun Bumian, against the backdrop of its aura, felt as small as an ant.

They had worked so hard to get here, so hard to bring a glimmer of hope to all of Mount Wu, only to have true, insurmountable despair follow.

"Is there really no way to deal with that guy?" Sun Bumian muttered to himself.

"You cannot resist fate, Sun Bumian," Shuxi said slowly. "With your speed, if you run now, you might still have a chance to escape the monster’s attack range..."

"Damn it, are you annoying or what?!"

Sun Bumian was truly angered by Shuxi’s sarcasm this time. He cursed out loud, a rarity for him. "Every day it’s 'you can’t resist this' and 'you can’t resist that'... The Ghost Path is also a path for humans! Now an alien species is running wild here, and you’re still bickering over some petty performance metrics?! Weren't you humans before you died?!

What? Do you have to wait until all humans are dead for the Ghost Path Ancient Vault to be happy??"

Shuxi was stunned, opening his mouth but not knowing how to retort... Beside him, Kongwang looked at the super-root in the distance and fell into silence.

If the deaths were caused by humans killing each other with nuclear weapons, Shuxi and Kongwang wouldn't care; after all, life and death were choices humans made themselves. But how to define the casualties caused by this group of monsters that clearly didn't belong to this world, neither of them was quite sure.

"But it cannot be denied that no one here can solve it," Kongwang paused. "Death is inevitable."

Sun Bumian was silent for a long time.

"That may not be true."

In Sun Bumian’s mind, he suddenly remembered the dream he had last night... It had been too long since he had dreamed of his master, but last night, he had seen him again. Sun Bumian had thought it was just a coincidence, but now it seemed that his master might have intentionally used a dream to guide him.

"Bumian, your reincarnation is both a dormancy and a weapon... You are resisting the life and death of heaven and earth, the unchangeable fate. Every reincarnation of yours will accumulate a trace of heaven-defying power...

One day, all your accumulation will become the key to changing everything."

Sun Bumian’s gaze was complex.

He looked at the super-root surging from the rift in the distance and muttered to himself:

"Master... is the 'changing everything' you spoke of referring to now?"

The moment Sun Bumian’s voice fell, fragmented memories, as if guided by some force, surfaced in his heart again. He felt his vision blur, and he seemed to return to the side of that ancient city wall...

……

That was Sun Bumian’s first dormancy.

"Bumian... you must die amidst the sound of gongs and drums."

The familiar words lingered in Sun Bumian’s heart. He looked up in a daze, and a familiar figure stood before him.

Sun Bumian naturally wouldn't forget that figure; he had dreamed of this scene countless times in his early reincarnations... But for some reason, this time, he saw something different.

The ancient city wall stood on the wasteland. In a corner far away from the two, a figure in a bright red opera robe had stood there.

He stood very far away, very inconspicuous, so much so that Sun Bumian seemed to have never noticed there was another person there... That person also seemed to be looking in this direction, watching Sun Bumian and the old man standing by the pit, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"Is it... him?"

Sun Bumian saw the person’s face clearly, shock appearing in his eyes.

How could he appear in this era???

Was he originally there, or had his own memory been distorted?

Chen Ling’s figure undoubtedly overturned Sun Bumian’s understanding. One had to know that this was a thousand years away from Chen Ling’s era. Was he also a reincarnation immortal? No, impossible... Then why did he see him? Why now, of all times??

Sun Bumian knew he wouldn't have inexplicable hallucinations, and there was only one person capable of doing all this...

He seemed to understand something and looked back at the old man before him.

"Master..."

"You said my power would be the key to changing everything. You didn't mean a certain point in time... but a certain person?"

"I am not meant to change the fate of a certain point in time, but to change the fate of a person?"

The old man smiled.

It was a smile that had never appeared in Sun Bumian’s memories. At this moment, he seemed to step out of the predetermined dream, standing personally before Sun Bumian, a trace of appreciation flashing in his eyes as he looked at him.

The next moment, the scene before Sun Bumian receded like a tide, and his consciousness returned to Shuxi and Kongwang.

In the eyes of Shuxi and Kongwang, Sun Bumian had been distracted for a moment. Just then, a large amount of steam began to evaporate from the surface of the super-root suspended in the air...

A low roar came from the sky. The root of the Turbid Calamity seemed to have finished sensing the surrounding environment. Its massive body began to wriggle rapidly, and an eerie shadow covered the firmament.

"It’s going to act."

Kongwang saw this and said in a deep voice.

Shuxi withdrew his gaze from the root, only to suddenly find that there was no one in front of him. He was stunned.

"Huh? Where’s Sun Bumian??"

……

The hem of the bright red opera robe fluttered in the gale.

Beneath the shadow of the Turbid Calamity root, the gazes of the few were more solemn than ever. Chen Ling stared at the giant shadow about to crash down and shook his head helplessly:

"You’re overthinking it... I can't block it."

Chen Ling’s current expectation value was only 40%, not enough to support a single death, let alone enter the 'Slaying the Calamity' state or release the Mockery Calamity... Facing a world-ending calamity at its peak, it was impossible for him to win.

He didn't know what his future self had done to make Ying Fu have this impression of him, but there was no doubt that he couldn't do it now.

Ying Fu’s brow was furrowed, and just as he was about to say something else, loud noises began to issue from within the gray rift. The Turbid Calamity root, held high above the firmament, crashed straight down in this direction!!