PFC Chapter 236 Fate is hard to defy! The Golden Age!
Chapter 236 Fate is hard to defy! The Golden Age!
"can."
Li Wudao was slightly taken aback. He would naturally not refuse a situation that was sure to be won.
"My friend, please."
Li Wenshan threw away his crutches and took a deep breath.
"Senior, please."
Their words were calm, yet they were like a thunderclap, splitting the stagnant air in the Golden Palace.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two people in the room.
"Om-"
Li Wenshan stood there, his withered body trembling slightly.
It wasn't fear, but a fighting spirit that had been dormant for many years, forcibly awakening from that dying body.
His cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, like two stars about to burn out, bursting out with their last and most intense light.
next moment.
An indescribable majesty, mixed with old age and decay, yet carrying an undeniable kingly aura, permeated the air.
The deathly aura around him suddenly surged like a spark thrown into boiling oil!
Beneath the withered skin, it seemed as if raging beastly blood was surging and roaring, emitting a low and tragic boom.
"Damn, he's burning his life essence right off the bat... This old man's planning a desperate gamble!"
The green-haired turtle stared wide-eyed, unable to help but click its tongue in astonishment.
This old man already didn't have much time left, and now with all this fuss, whether he wins or loses, he's bound to die.
"My friend, be careful!"
Li Wenshan gave a low shout and then stopped without hesitation.
The withered, claw-like right hand suddenly rose, its five fingers slightly spread, seemingly slow, but actually faster than lightning.
With a single palm strike, a miniature landscape seemed to be contained within his palm, where winds and clouds gathered, and dragons and snakes rose from the land!
"boom!"
A mighty force that could suppress all directions and establish order in the world descended with a thunderous roar.
Before the palm strike even arrived, the sheer oppressive force alone made many of the weaker cultivators in the hall feel suffocated, their knees buckling, and they nearly collapsed to their knees.
"The Heaven and Earth Suppressing Mountain Palm?!"
"This is the ultimate technique that His Majesty Emperor Wen used to sweep across the land!"
An elderly general with white hair and beard was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.
At this moment, he seemed to see again that great ruler of yesteryear, who with this single palm strike broke the enemy's banner in front of a vast army, displaying his invincible prowess!
"Truly worthy of being the great ruler who ushered in a century of prosperity for the Great Yu Dynasty, he is indeed extraordinary..."
Faced with this palm strike, Li Wudao was no longer calm, and a hint of seriousness finally flashed in his eyes.
He still didn't use his spiritual power, but clenched his right fist and suddenly pushed it forward with force.
This punch contained no fancy moves, only the condensed physical power of the body.
"Chichi-"
Wherever the fist passed, the space emitted a subtle, strained, humming distortion.
In the short span of a breath, fists and palms collided twice, each time more intense than the last.
"Boom——!!!"
The third time, however, it was no longer a muffled thud, but a deafening roar as if thunder had exploded from the heavens!
Instantly, a violent and unparalleled shockwave, like a tangible tsunami, spread wildly in all directions.
The palace lanterns hanging inside the hall swayed violently, and the gold paint on the carved dragons on the beams and pillars peeled off in a rustling sound!
The hard gold bricks on the ground cracked and dented inch by inch around the two of them, spreading out dozens of hideous cracks!
"puff--!"
Li Wenshan's body was struck as if by lightning, and he was thrown backward violently.
While in mid-air, a large mouthful of dark red blood gushed out, drawing a gruesome arc in the air.
"Cough-cough-"
He fell heavily to a distance of more than ten feet, struggling to get up.
This triggered another violent coughing fit, with blood continuously oozing from the corners of his mouth. His face instantly turned ashen, and his breath flickered like a candle in the wind.
The vital energy that had been forcibly ignited within him was completely depleted by this punch.
In contrast, Li Wudao remained as steady as a rock, without even moving his feet an inch, though his robes fluttered in the wind.
He slowly withdrew his fist, his gaze calmly fixed on Li Wenshan, who lay motionless on the ground.
silence!
The hall fell into a deathly silence!
Immediately, a huge uproar and horror erupted like a volcano!
"No...impossible! His Majesty the Emperor...was defeated?! Only three moves...just three moves?!"
"That was Emperor Wen! The pillar of our Great Yu! How could he..."
"Who exactly is this child?! Could he truly be sent by Heaven to destroy my Great Yu?!"
The members of the Liang Dynasty delegation looked at each other in disbelief, utterly terrified.
Lu Cong's face was as pale as paper, and he was so frightened that he almost lost his footing.
The strength that Li Wudao has displayed has completely exceeded their comprehension!
Li Jing and his son Li Zheng were now deathly pale and trembling like leaves.
The collapse of their last reliance brought not only despair, but also a chilling fear that penetrated to the bone.
Li Wenshan coughed up blood a few more times, struggled, and with his last bit of strength, used his hands to support himself and sat up halfway.
There was no resentment on his face; instead, a strange expression appeared on it—
It was the realization after shock, the relief after struggle, the bitterness after witnessing incredible power; ultimately, it all culminated in a long and complex sigh.
"Ah...cough cough...I see...I see..."
His voice was weak and intermittent, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly: "This old man... like a frog in a well, presumptuously attempted to glimpse the brightness of the moon with the light of a flickering candle..."
"Young friend, your supernatural abilities are beyond the comprehension of this mortal world... Jing'er, Zheng'er, and the others... their defeat was not unjust, and the destruction of the Great Yu royal family was not unjust..."
He admitted defeat, completely convinced of his mistake.
This isn't a matter of inferior skills, but rather an absolute gap in skill level.
Li Wenshan's gaze swept across the entire room, looking at the ministers who were either grieving, bewildered, or fearful, and he spoke with a sigh.
The voice carried a sense of vicissitude that seemed to transcend time: "You...don't you want to know why I...a dead man, have reappeared?"
Having said that, he drifted into distant memories, his eyes becoming unfocused:
"Thirty-five years ago, during an autumn hunt, I encountered a celestial being. This person... was as ethereal as a crane in the clouds, unfathomable."
He told me frankly: "Thirty-five years later, the imperial power of the Li family of Dayu will end because of a young man. The change of destiny is irreversible."
"At that time, my Great Yu, though not the sole ruler of the world, was a powerful and prosperous nation, at the height of its power. As for this prophecy, I... scoffed at it and regarded it as madness."
“However…” Suddenly, a deep sense of awe and fear flashed in Li Wenshan’s eyes as he said:
"That immortal then revealed several secrets that no one else knew about me, including... the origin of my Li family bloodline, and even... some ancient contracts that even the royal secrets are vague about... I had no choice but to believe them!"
"But I... am not reconciled!"
His voice trembled with a hint of self-mockery: "This vast land was won by me and my ancestors, with blood and fire, one sword and one spear! How can we hand it over to them because of a vague prophecy?!"
"Therefore..." he gasped, his breath growing weaker, "I took advantage of my failed attempt to break through my cultivation bottleneck in seclusion to feign death and escape, hiding deep within the imperial mausoleum. On one hand, I sought a way to defy fate and prolong my life, to reverse the destiny of the nation..."
"On the other hand... I also want to see with my own eyes whether this so-called destiny will come to pass, and whether I... can fight for a glimmer of hope for the Li family's empire..."
Finally, his gaze fell on Li Wudao, filled with endless bitterness and relief:
"Now... the dust has settled. The immortal's prophecy has come true in its entirety, without the slightest error. I... did my best, but... it was all in vain. Fate... is indeed difficult to defy!"
This secret, spanning thirty-five years, was like a bombshell dropped into everyone's minds, leaving them stunned and unable to recover for a long time!
Just then, Li Wenshan suddenly thought of something, gave Li Wudao a deep look, and said quietly:
"By the way, young friend, that immortal master asked me to pass on a message to you..."
He paused, as if recalling those incredibly important words, and said in an enigmatic tone:
"'The golden age has arrived... The sealed gates of immortality are about to open... Your time... is running out... Beware... the gaze from the depths of the starry sky...'"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Wudao frowned, his heart trembling.
"A golden age? The immortal gates are about to open? A gaze from the depths of the starry sky?"
The amount of information was enormous, and the scope of it far exceeded his imagination.
Thinking about these words, he couldn't help but feel a little horrified.
Could it be that the mysterious person foresaw his existence, the events of today, and even... the more distant future, as early as thirty-five years ago?!