FWF Chapter 530 Meeting an Old Friend Again!
Chapter 530 Meeting an Old Friend Again!
Empress Pingxin did not stop it.
She just watched quietly.
That gaze seemed to pass through Chen Changsheng, landing on a distant era that was almost impossible to trace.
boom!
The first aura suddenly appeared.
It was an incredibly tall figure.
He was clad in animal skins, held a divine bow, and his gaze was as sharp as the stars in the sky.
Although it is only an incarnation, it possesses a terrifying sharpness capable of shooting down the sun and moon.
Hou Yi!
The moment the shadow of the Great Witch Hou Yi appeared, it seemed as if countless battle spirits within the Samsara Palace trembled softly.
Empress Pingxin's eyes flickered slightly.
She didn't say anything.
Yet the atmosphere within the hall grew even heavier at that moment.
Chen Changsheng did not stop.
He formed hand seals, and the Great Dao Incarnation Technique was activated once again.
A second figure then appeared.
The figure was headless, with its nipples as eyes and its navel as a mouth, wielding a giant axe, its fighting spirit piercing the netherworld.
Xingtian!
As soon as the shadow of the God of War Xing Tian appeared, the real Xing Tian outside the Samsara Palace seemed to sense it and suddenly raised his body.
He stood outside the palace gate, gripping the War God Axe tightly, and remained silent for a long time.
Inside the hall, the avatar of Xing Tian, though not as lifelike as the real Xing Tian, was still brimming with fighting spirit.
Standing there, he seemed to embody the word "unyielding".
Empress Pingxin said softly, "Xingtian..."
The sound was very soft.
So softly it was almost drowned out by the sound of reincarnation.
But Chen Changsheng heard it.
He sighed softly to himself.
Even if Xing Tian has been resurrected.
But in the eyes of Consort Pingxin, the scene of Xing Tian fighting against the heavens without yielding has probably never truly faded away.
The third aura began to condense.
This time, the metal element power within the Samsara Palace suddenly became sharper.
A figure stepped out from the radiance, emanating a cold and sharp golden law.
Ancestral God Ru Shou!
Chen Changsheng frowned slightly.
Creating the image of the Ancestral Witch within the Hall of Reincarnation was even more difficult than during the Battle of Peach Mountain.
It's not that he lacks supernatural abilities.
Instead, it was Consort Pingxin right in front of them.
As they share the same origin as the ancestral witches, there seems to be some kind of invisible pull between them.
The more realistic the ancestral witch image he manifests, the greater the karmic pressure he bears.
But Chen Changsheng did not stop.
A fourth figure appeared amidst billowing flames.
The boundless and intense laws of fire surged within the Palace of Reincarnation.
A wild and domineering figure emerged from the flames.
Zhu Rong!
Zhurong, the Ancestral God of Fire!
The moment he appeared, the entire Samsara Palace seemed to become even hotter.
That domineering and fierce aura was the complete opposite of the coldness of the underworld.
But the flames did not rage before Lady Pingxin.
Instead, it felt like encountering the most familiar family member, burning quietly.
The ripples in Consort Pingxin's eyes finally became more apparent.
She looked at the shadow of Zhu Rong and whispered, "Fourth Brother."
Chen Changsheng was startled.
Among the twelve ancestral witches, Houtu was the youngest.
At this moment, Lady Pingxin is the ruler of reincarnation.
But when she saw the shadows of her former brothers Zhurong and Gonggong, she was still Houtu.
The final breath erupted at that moment.
The sound of rushing water was deafening.
Within the netherworld, the Yellow Springs flow endlessly.
When this aura appeared, it was as if the Milky Way from the heavens poured down into the underworld.
A figure emerged from the water, exuding a dark and domineering aura, facing off against the flames of Zhurong.
Gonggong!
Gonggong, the ancestral sovereign of water!
The forces of water and fire appeared simultaneously in the Hall of Reincarnation, yet they did not clash with each other.
Because this is the Hall of Reincarnation.
Because Lady Pingxin is here.
Five figures stood side by side.
Hou Yi, Xing Tian.
Ru Shou, Zhu Rong, and Gong Gong.
The Great Witch's fighting spirit intertwined with the Ancestral Witch's laws, making the entire Samsara Palace seem to have returned to the most prosperous years of the ancient Witch Clan.
Chen Changsheng stood before the five avatars, a bead of sweat already forming on his forehead.
But his back remained straight.
Empress Pingxin stared at the five figures, remaining silent for a long time.
Inside the Hall of Reincarnation, the roar of the Six Paths ceased.
It was as if even heaven and earth couldn't bear to disturb this moment.
After an unknown amount of time, Consort Pingxin slowly rose to her feet.
She took a step.
They arrived before the incarnations of Zhurong and Gonggong.
For the first time, a clear sadness surfaced in those eyes that bore witness to reincarnation.
"Brother..."
She raised her hand, as if to touch the fiery incarnation.
But the fingertip remained suspended in mid-air, ultimately not falling.
Because she knew.
This is not them.
It was merely a wisp of shadow manifested by Chen Changsheng using his divine powers.
A wisp of shadow that she could recall, but could never truly embrace.
Chen Changsheng remained silent.
He suddenly realized that his previous thought of "that's it" was somewhat shallow.
For Consort Pingxin, this was no small matter.
This is a rare reunion after so many years.
Even if it's just a phantom.
It was also a reunion.
Just then, the flames around Zhu Rong's body suddenly flickered slightly.
The water law, embodied by Gonggong, also rippled outwards.
The sharp edge in Ru Shou's hand trembled slightly.
On Hou Yi's divine bow, a wisp of arrow intent slowly condensed.
The fighting spirit emanating from Xing Tian suddenly trembled slightly towards Lady Pingxin.
It's like a response.
Empress Pingxin's gaze suddenly sharpened.
Chen Changsheng's heart skipped a beat.
wrong.
This was not a change he actively manipulated.
These five incarnations, within the Hall of Reincarnation, seemed to have been awakened by some ancient cause and effect, revealing a deeper layer of traces.
The source of those traces was none other than Consort Pingxin.
The next moment, the Yellow Springs outside the Hall of Reincarnation suddenly surged.
Countless ghosts and spirits looked up, their expressions filled with shock.
Xing Tian gripped the War God Axe tightly, his voice low and deep.
"The aura of the Ancestral Witch..."
"How can he be so strong?"
Inside the Hall of Reincarnation, Lady Pingxin gazed at the five incarnations, her eyes slowly deepening.
She said softly, "I knew it."
Chen Changsheng's heart tightened.
really?
From the very beginning, did Consort Pingxin not simply want to take a look?
What is she waiting for?
Before he could even ask a question, the six illusory images of reincarnation behind the five avatars lit up simultaneously.
An ancient and profound aura of the witch clan is slowly awakening deep within the cycle of reincarnation.
Empress Pingxin turned around and looked at Chen Changsheng.
"Chen Changsheng".
"Don't disperse yet."
"I need to confirm one thing."
Chapter 530: The Ancestral Witch's Phantom Moves Through Reincarnation! Houtu's Glance Leads to Eternal Sorrow
Upon hearing Consort Pingxin's words, Chen Changsheng immediately stopped his thought of dispelling his avatar.
Don't disperse yet.
These three words sound calm.
But to Chen Changsheng, it sounded unusual.
The Five Incarnations were originally manifested from the Great Dao Incarnation Technique.
Logically speaking, he can disperse or reunite whenever he wants.
But at this moment, inside the Samsara Palace, in front of Lady Pingxin, these five avatars seemed to resonate with some ancient cause and effect from the depths of the Netherworld.
That feeling was very mysterious.
It was as if he had merely lit a small flame.
What is truly illuminated are the endless traces buried deep in the years.
Chen Changsheng's mind stirred slightly, and he stabilized his magical power.
The shadows of Hou Yi and Xing Tian, two great sorcerers, stood on either side.
The three ancestral sorcerer incarnations of Ru Shou, Zhu Rong, and Gong Gong become increasingly clear in the radiance of reincarnation.
Especially Zhurong and Gonggong.
The two elements of water and fire interact, yet do not conflict.
If this were placed on the ancient land, it would probably have caused mountains and rivers to collapse long ago.
Inside the Hall of Reincarnation, everything was suppressed by the aura of Lady Pingxin.
It was not suppression.
It was more like a reassurance.
Empress Pingxin stood before the three ancestral witch incarnations, her expression calm yet sorrowful.
She no longer felt that distant sense of being a high and mighty lord of the underworld.
At this moment, she seemed more like a younger sister who hadn't seen her older brother for many years.
It's just that too much time has passed.
So long that even sadness has been worn down and lost its sharpness.