Chapter 172: Liar

From the initial uncontrollable anger to panic, from desperate resistance to compliance, all changes, even short to less than a second.

Lian Cheng's speed was so fast that even the Supreme Lord in mid-air didn't react.

And then...

Started suffering old sins!

From the beginning of the descent, it never went smoothly.

From the beginning, it was a premature baby; just after opening its eyes, it saw its nest offered to it by its subordinates blown to the sky, and just as it was about to be furious, it saw a small shrimp summon a ghost thing, and it happened to be that ghost thing that pressed it to the ground and beat it up, and it didn't even have time to resist.

And then, the backstabbing came!

At that moment, the bone wheel in the sky shook violently, erupting with shrill, ear-piercing cries, as if roaring in anger, screaming in terror. No one could hear what it was saying, only feeling that what it was scolding must be very dirty.

Very dirty.

From within this body that had not yet fully developed, it seemed that a giant mouth suddenly appeared, a greedy mouth, devouring and sucking... just like squeezing a milk box, aiming at the essence that was more important to itself than blood and soul, gulping and sucking violently!

In less than a few snaps of fingers, even the evil light in the pupils began to flicker, unable to continue.

But the opponent in front of him had no sportsmanship at all.

Instantly violent!

In the intense burning, the ten thousand hands of the Sage's projection waved, countless invisible swords slashed, swept, and instantly landed on the bone wheel, destroying everything!

Like hitting iron, sparks flew.

One miserable gap after another collapsed from the bone wheel.

And then, from the ravages of the storm, thousands of invisible swords closed together, piercing from the center, penetrating the core!

The unstoppable collapse and breakdown began,

And right in the center of the bone wheel, the evil eye embedded in the tumor blinked tiredly, as if a wisp of blood like a teardrop slowly slid down.

Tired, really had enough...

Hurry up and destroy!

Time Ruins have many routines, I want to go back to the vortex!

The evil eye looked back for the last time, and in anger and grief, glared fiercely at the two little bugs below—dog shit cult, whoring my gift, sucking my god marrow, cheating me into a beating!

Don't let me see you again next time, otherwise you'll be dead!

Immediately after, as if unable to bear the humiliation, it expanded violently.

All remaining evil light shot out, and the collapsed bone wheel began endless growth and expansion again, frantically catalyzing, until the end...

Under the ravages of the afterimage, it exploded!

Infinite storms sprayed out from it, instantly covering everything, spreading everywhere. In the terrifying tremor of the earth shaking, the entire Time Ruins seemed unable to maintain, about to fall apart.

But immediately after, one invisible hand after another held all phenomena in its palm again.

Tightly gripping this spreading destruction, locking it in the cage formed by the intertwined ten thousand hands, spiritual quality circuits were born and died in the storm, one wing after another withered, eyes closed, turning into fine flashes, rising to the sky, flying in all directions.

The terrifying flash like a star explosion just like that, dissipated in the coverage of one palm after another.

Until the end, on the Sage's afterimage, the last wings unfolded, the remaining eyes flowed, looking toward the earth below.

As if, looking at the young man looking up at him.

So, its eyes seemed to bend into thin arcs.

As if smiling.

Silently gone.

Only a line of spiritual quality flashes falling gradually, falling from Ji Jue's eyes, drifting into his palm, just like fireflies, dissipating without a trace.

Ji Jue subconsciously gripped his palm tightly, looking at the empty firmament, and couldn't find that huge and solemn figure anymore.

He wanted to say something, but couldn't speak.

In the end, he could only sigh sadly.

And then, he heard it.

Sharp laughter came from behind.

"Heh, hehehe... haha... hahahahaha..."

Right in the inpatient building that had turned into ruins, a hand slowly stretched out from under the broken bricks and stones, dripping with blood, bones exposed, grabbing a steel bar tightly.

Like a ghost, Lian Cheng crawled out from the squirming plasma!

Laughing wildly, hysterical.

Clearly seriously injured and dying, broken to pieces, but those eyes were incredibly bright, strange and ferocious aura rose, becoming more violent.

Even, a blessing in disguise!

At the moment the high-level evil object exploded, he seized the last opportunity, bit back, not only did not perish in the impact, but usurped many uncontrolled essences belonging to the descending evil object...

Even, going further!

Under the broken shell, his soul was rising and changing endlessly, revealing a brand new posture and appearance again, one pitch-black eye after another opened on both sides of his cheeks, evil light flowing, malice like a tide.

Not just that...

At this moment, he staggered forward, crawling, pouncing on the huge tumor that fell to the ground, ignoring the countless wailing faces, reaching out, and submerged into the crack left after the evil eye disappeared.

As if gripping something, he pulled it out violently.

A twisted, strange, pitch-black spine like a sharp blade appeared in his hand!

In that pitch-black, five colors flowed, seven colors alternated; just looking at it made him almost dance with ecstasy!

That's right! That's right! It's this!

"Marrow of Evil Foolishness..."

He murmured obsessively, stroking, hugging, already wishing to merge with it.

Ascension and fall have always been together.

That seemingly magnificent and glorious path of ascension has attracted countless ignorant fools, but no one has ever been able to reach the end.

Even if they use all their strength to climb upward, abandoning everything to plan a leap over the dragon gate, in the end, they will only lose everything in endless falling and failure.

Like a joke, spending a lifetime tossing and turning, struggling in vain between rising and falling.

When looking in the mirror and looking at himself, he can no longer see the high spirits of the past.

Already unrecognizable.

Since the self of the past has already passed away in endless struggle... then what is the reflection left behind?

One must imagine Sisyphus happy, even if he has never been lucky.

When all hope is burned out and the moment of despair arrives, the dreams and wishes pursued for a lifetime will become a curse that crushes all soul and reason.

The paradise above the high sky has never existed, it is just a lie.

After falling for nine days and nine nights, what awaits all climbers is emptiness that surpasses all torture. And this void where even despair cannot exist is the end of all sentient beings!

This is the great evil of the mortal world corresponding to the ascension of the Supreme Good.

—Nine Evils · Abyss!

At this moment, the darkness of the abyss appeared on the skeleton in Lian Cheng's hand!

When the high-level evil fetus died in the womb and died halfway, this gift and essence of the abyss had already completed the final transformation from the womb of the Undying Disease.

Endless despair and a glimmer of hope rotating endlessly, dying again and again but unable to welcome the end, using all methods but seeing no possibility...

In the thirst and hope of countless souls for death, what was born was this supreme evil god marrow!

Thirsting for death, thirsting for destruction, thirsting for the annihilation of self and soul.

Lian Cheng laughed wildly, singing endlessly.

As long as this god marrow is in hand, one day, he will also transform into a subordinate and part of the abyss, turning into a true, high-level evil object!

"See it, I won! Haha, hahahahahaha!!!"

Lian Cheng kissed the skeleton in his hand, in ecstasy, hoarsely laughing: "The one who won is me! It's me! Now, I fucking want you to die, you have to die!"

He stared fixedly at Ji Jue, who had no power to resist, and told him: "No one can save you!"

"Is that so?"

Ji Jue nodded indifferently, and suddenly asked: "Did you, forget something?"

Lian Cheng was stunned, then, vigilantly looked around, but didn't see any figure, and was suddenly furious: "Playing tricks!"

Ji Jue lowered his eyes, sighed: "Until now, you still haven't figured out where the core of the contradiction between this Time Ruins and the present world is."

"Liar..."

At that moment, behind Lian Cheng, a sobbing voice sounded.

Lian Cheng stiffened in place, with difficulty, turned his head.

From the ground, in the broken and withered tumor, under the squirming limbs and organs, a hollow, old face emerged, the pupils filled with blood tears lifted, looking at him, "Liar."

"Liar..."

Between the flesh and blood, the second vague face muttered tiredly.

And then, the third big mouth shouted in grief: "Liar!!!"

One human face after another rose and fell from the flesh and blood, countless big mouths opened like cracks, wailing: "Liar! Liar! Liar!"

They were shouting, crying, accusing the person who should have been able to solve all this...

Praying for liberation.

Scarlet tears fell from their faces, drop by drop, falling to the ground, meandering forward.

Reflecting a blurred figure.

Liar.

At that moment, the blood rain of tears fell from the sky.

Time Ruins wailed, cried, roared, above the hollow firmament, thunder echoed.

And right outside the ruins, Tong Hua's eyes went dark, staggering, retreating, unable to stand firm, sitting on the ground, panting violently.

Those stories of the past, fragments of the past, messy records of the past, surged out again.

Like a torrent, swallowing everything.

Reflected in the Ether Eye.

In the crying that couldn't stop.

"I'm in so much pain, doctor."

On the stretcher, the dying patient reached out, wanting to grab the palm in front of him, begging: "Please, save me... save me... hasn't the rescue come yet?"

No one answered.

"Why, why haven't I died yet!" The aberrant patient struggled hard, pulling the chains, roaring: "Didn't you say it would be soon! Speak! Speak!"

No one spoke.

"Save me, doctor, I don't want to live anymore..." The unrecognizable old man scratched his flesh, tears streaming down his face: "Please, kill me, kill me!"

No one completed it.

"Liar!" The patient who saw everything roared.

"Liar!!" The completely desperate patient cried.

"Liar!!!" The aberrant body that had fallen into madness roared.

"Give me a little more time, even if it's just a little bit."

The embarrassed doctor grabbed their hands, pleading again and again, begging: "Hold on a little longer..."

He said: "As long as... a little while is enough..."

No one was willing to believe it anymore.

No redemption, no liberation, no death.

Only hell.

Hell is here, in the crying, in the despair.

The world fell, falling into endless darkness.

There will be no more rescue, and there will be no hope.

In the broken temporary hospital, the last doctor turned his head numbly, hearing the sound of the railing falling. Just like that, he was pushed down by the crazy patients, wantonly torn, gnawed...

He tried hard to widen his eyes, wanting to see the firmament gradually submerged by darkness.

But he couldn't see anything.

He didn't resist.

Didn't cry.

In the end, he just smiled tiredly and helplessly.

So, I really am a liar.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you." He murmured softly, for the last time, comforting those desperate people: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

God, if there really is a God in this world...

Please save them.

Even if it's just one... even if it's just one...

At the last moment before being submerged by monsters, the doctor reached out to the empty sky, begging for the last time.

But, no one responded.

Just like that, from the tearing and ravages, torn apart, no corpse left.

Only a thought as small as a firefly remained.

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, forty years, fifty years...

This heart does not die.

Even if burned by fire and flooded by water, heaven and earth collapse, even if wandering eternally in this lonely darkness.

Just like that, gradually budding, growing again.

Until one day, the spirit born from the firefly opened its eyes again, looking at the miserable world composed of wailing and despair.

Ah, ah, why? Why...

There are still patients, still patients, there is still such a major source of pain in the world...

So, they, them, He, stretched out their hands.

Everyone, please don't be afraid!

Doctors can save patients...

Doctors will save patients.

This time, the doctor will definitely be able to save the patients!

Just like that, they struggled to get up, staggered forward again, moved their bodies step by step, just like that, walking and walking, walking and walking, walking toward the place where the crying came from again.

Only the rain of tears dyed the white clothes red.

At that moment, the afterimage behind Lian Cheng stretched out his hand and pressed on his shoulder.

"Finally, found you..."

The broken doctor told him: "You are sick."

"Get out!"

Lian Cheng retreated in shock, waving his hand, wanting to pat away the non-existent hand, but except for the phantom in front of him, he couldn't feel anything.

"What the hell is this!"

Heartbeat, blood flow, life, spiritual quality, and even... soul!

Why, it has nothing!!!

The doctor staggered forward, hoarsely murmuring: "The patient is sick, they want to die, I can't help them... you are also sick, but you still want to harm more people..."

He said: "You are so sick..."

"Don't be afraid, I will save you." Another face lifted from the darkness, bathed in rain, blood-colored tears sliding down from the corners of his eyes, telling him: "We will save you."

They said, "We will definitely be able to save you!"

No need to panic anymore, and no need to be in pain, just close your eyes and wait full of hope.

The doctors opened their eyes from their tearful eyes, looked at Lian Cheng, one after another stretched out their hands toward the patients who needed to be saved—this time, the doctor will definitely be able to send the patients suffering from pain to eternal peaceful sleep!

Lian Cheng screamed.

On the position of his right eye, a blood hole suddenly appeared.

The dean opened his mouth and swallowed his stolen right eye, just like that, the right eye emitting evil views was cured. And then, the vice dean stretched out his hand, opened his mouth, and cured the left eye that bred poison and resentment.

Director Chen of the Five Senses Department wiped away the mouth that lied and caused pain to others, the attending surgeon cured the hands that poisoned and tortured patients, Dr. Xu of the Orthopedics Department corrected the spine that supported the sinful flesh and blood...

Lian Cheng struggled crazily, constantly spraying aimless soul impacts, wanting to spread pollution again and again, but it would never be useful again.

He fell to the ground, like a maggot, squirming, struggling endlessly.

But the doctors accompanied him, devouring the aberration and pollution regardless of the consequences, never giving up on the patient in front of them... digging out the brain that conceived hypocrisy and evil thoughts.

Finally, Director Qian swallowed the heart that had no repentance and realization!

The patient was cured.

The patient finally died.

Countless doctors' afterimages crowded around the patient's remains, overlapping together, celebrating the arrival of health, singing the arrival of a beautiful world.

But on their faces, they couldn't help but shed tears.

"Liar!"

On the tumor, the patients who could not die wailed, accusing again and again: "Liar! Liar! Liar!!!"

The doctor's figure flashed.

"Liar!!!"

The doctor lowered his head.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The doctor stroked the face on the tumor, tiredly, kneeling on the ground, "I can't... save you..."

"Liar!!!"

The aberrant aura wrapped around him, the doctor murmured again and again, but in the continuous erosion and pollution, even the words could no longer be maintained.

And right behind him, Ji Jue approached silently and bent down.

Picked up the pitch-black relic bone with sharp edges.

Grip tight.

The matrix of Non-Aggression flowed on his hands, silently catalyzing, extracting, forging, integrating the evil god marrow within it... pointing remotely at the doctor's defenseless back.

There is only one chance.

The contradiction and core that built this Time Ruins were right before his eyes, the afterimage had condensed into reality...

Just stab this into his body, crush the final resistance, and completely erase its existence, then everything can end!

But when Ji Jue's palm lifted, he finally saw that face slowly turning back.

And his tears.

The relic bone that was about to be stabbed stopped in mid-air.

Hesitated for a moment.

But immediately after, he heard a sharp roar.

"What are you doing!!!"

His hand was gripped tightly, firmly, restrained.

The doctor looked up, glared at him, and questioned ferociously: "Is this... are we, how we taught you!"

Ji Jue couldn't react in time.

Pulled, forward.

When he came back to his senses, he saw... those hands grabbing his arm, stabbing the relic bone into the doctor's chest, submerged!

No blood, no wailing, only a sound like a bubble bursting.

Very much like the echo when a beautiful dream dissipates.

On that blurred face, Director Qian's face gradually appeared, finally scolding the dumbfounded junior: "As a doctor, when facing disasters and lesions, how can you hesitate?!" ===== CHAPTER 173 =====