Chapter 656: Divine Technique, Palm Fate

The Red Moon star roared at this moment. Following the echo of Zhang Siyun's voice, it turned into countless lingering sounds that kept spreading in all directions like thunder, as if all living beings were muttering, shaking Xu Qing's heart and mind, and also making the Mingnan Shizi and others moved.

And being able to call out Xu Qing's name was enough to explain that the Zhang Siyun at this moment, although he was the Red Mother's clone, his memory was still retained, and the two had merged together.

The Red Mother did not swallow his consciousness but retained it, forming an independent personality!

"So he is Zhang Siyun and also the Red Mother!" The Captain said heavily. The Mingnan Shizi and others' eyes flashed with cold light, gazing at the Moon Palace gate.

The next moment, Old Nine moved first. His entire person turned into a sword light, his momentum like a rainbow, rushing toward the Moon Palace gate. Wherever he passed, the void shattered all the way.

The Mingnan Shizi and Princess Mingmei also rushed out, followed by the Fifth Sister and Old Eight. Xu Qing and the Captain were at the end, at this moment stepping forward and rushing toward it as well.

Since the Moon Palace gate was opened actively, then for everyone, although there was danger within, since this road had been walked to now, how could they stop because of Zhang Siyun's appearance.

In an instant, everyone's figures approached the gate. At the same time, within the gate, on the Moon Light Sea's other shore flower, Zhang Siyun, who was wearing a red long robe, looked at the Heaven-Man cultivators outside the gate, his expression calm.

The moonlight fell, and in the brilliance, the beautiful appearance revealed nobility. At this moment, he slowly raised his right hand, white as snow, perfect and flawless, and without palm lines. Palm lines were a part of fate, but for the life level of gods, they were already outside of fate.

"Divine..." Zhang Siyun said softly, raised his right thumb and tapped it lightly on the first joint of his index finger. The moment it touched, the sound of water droplets falling came out crisply, finally turning into a word, echoing in the hearts of Xu Qing and others.

The breeze blew, lifting the waves of the Moon Light Sea, falling on the bodies of the Mingnan Shizi and others who stepped into the Moon Palace gate.

While blowing their clothes and making their hair float, it also fluctuated their fate.

Old Nine, who was at the very front, shook his entire body, and his whole person stopped, unable to move forward even half a step. At the same time, his body also appeared with astonishing changes at this moment.

Countless overlapping pictures appeared on his body!

These pictures were actually all his past, containing the pain and torture he suffered after being suppressed, and also containing the beauty before his father fell, and the past of everything he cultivated.

There was no concealment, all of it was manifested on his body, becoming a scene overlapping with himself.

That was his past. Not only was it like this for Old Nine, but it was also the same for the Mingnan Shizi, Princess Mingmei, the Fifth Princess, and Old Eight. Past pictures appeared on all of them at this moment.

Countless pasts were formed on each of them in an instant, as if everyone had turned into a book, and every past scene had become a page!

Xu Qing and the Captain were no exception.

The Captain's body shook, and pictures on his body appeared continuously from the moment he was born until now. However, it did not contain his past life, only this life?

Xu Qing was the same. Everything he had experienced from childhood to adulthood was manifested uncontrollably, joys and sorrows, everything was exhibited.

However, there was no Godly Remnant in these pictures, nor was there his brother's figure, but Xu Qing had no energy to think about this matter at this moment.

The feeling of those past pictures appearing made his heart instantly filled with countless emotions. This scene was no longer a cultivator's means, this was a god's ability.

When Zhang Siyun looked at everyone, his thumb raised and tapped on the second joint of his index finger. The moment it fell, the sound of water droplets falling echoed again.

The wind was stronger, and fate fluctuated again, unable to resist, and it was difficult to avoid.

In the hands of a god, fate was like a toy, which could be adjusted arbitrarily, just like now...

Following the thumb's fall, following the echo of the water droplet sound, everyone's hearts and minds roared, as if millions and millions of thunders exploded in their hearts.

The rising waves tore apart the past, causing the past pictures of each person to turn instantly, as if they were being read.

The aura of a god and the supreme pressure permeated the entire world. The Mingnan Shizi's eyes were crimson, his body trembled, wanting to struggle, and his brothers and sisters were the

Their own past fates were still being scrutinized; only in Old Nine's case was his aura surging, the turning of the book pages slowing down, yet still unable to stop.

The Captain and Xu Qing, hindered by their cultivation bases, were likewise unable to block it at this moment, and as everyone's memories were flipped through, very soon, a scene like a page torn from a book flew out from their bodies, heading straight for Zhang Siyun.

Without exception, these torn-away scenes of the past were the most painful and torturous moments in everyone's lives.

For instance, for the Mingnan Shizi and the others, what was torn away were scenes of them devouring the flesh and blood of their own brothers and sisters, the misery of them being suppressed, and the scenes of wailing when their emotions were at their most extreme.

The Captain was also trembling; the past torn away from him was mostly the scene of his hunger when he was unsealing his seals, and among so many scenes, there were some unknown to others, such as one where the Captain was crying, walking alone in the pitch-black darkness, his sobbing echoing, filled with grief.

As for Xu Qing, his expression was twisted, the veins on his forehead bulging; his breathing was rapid, and the memory being forcibly torn away at this moment was incomparable to any other scene from his past.

That scene was in a jungle, rain falling from the sky, as he knelt on the ground, letting out painful wails; that was despair, that was torture, that was madness.

In the scene, there was also a blood-colored candied hawthorn; this memory was the one Xu Qing least wanted to recall—it was the moment his brother appeared in Yinghuangzhou and told him everything.

That time was the most devastating moment in Xu Qing's life to date; compared to this, his childhood experiences and miserable life were all insignificant.

And this memory was now torn away, transforming into a picture as it flew toward Zhang Siyun.

Very soon, all the most painful and torturous moments in everyone's memories appeared around Zhang Siyun, becoming pictures that rotated incessantly.

"The suffering of all living beings exists because there is beauty, which creates contrast!" Zhang Siyun said softly, his raised right thumb landing on the first joint of his middle finger, tapping lightly. A crisp sound echoed in the heavens and earth, reverberating in everyone's hearts, transforming into ripples that formed a storm, sweeping through their entire bodies, finally becoming a roar, a crack, and an explosion.

All the past memory scenes that had been manifested outside of them now began to shatter, breaking into pieces!

All beauty, all joy, all cherished things, all beloved ones—these times, these pasts, were all collapsing.

Roaring sounds erupted from everyone's bodies, the scenes exploding layer by layer, forming illusory blood.

Accompanied by the uncontrollable, shrill cries of the crowd, the blood sprayed across the heavens and earth, and resistance also unfolded intensely at this moment.

The Mingnan Shizi's long hair fluttered, forming countless snake shadows that rushed into his own past memories, using the method of confusing cognition to muddle all the scenes and bestow blessings upon them.

Princess Mingmei had a river of time flowing over her entire body, constantly rising from within, as one figure after another from her past was carefully mended into it.

Old Eight, through his own emotions, solidified the sense of joy, causing it to spread continuously.

As for Old Nine, his method was the simplest: from his past scenes, he flew out one sharp sword after another, constantly slashing in all directions; every sword strike would shatter, but very soon, new swords would form again.

There was also the Captain, his expression twisted, a ferocity appearing in his eyes; his savage face radiated a chill that froze his past.

As for Xu Qing, his solar corona was moving, his intent of oblivion was moving, and his authority was erupting; at the same time, he also understood why there was no Godly Remnant Face or Prince Ziqing in his past scenes.

Because the scenes of these two, for some unknown reason, had appeared within his purple crystal after Zhang Siyun unfolded this divine art of Palm Fate.

And after Xu Qing clearly saw one of the scenes in the picture, a roar greater than the explosion of beautiful memories rose in his mind.

The first scene was in the ruins of a slum, where Xu Qing looked at the Godly Remnant Face in the sky, which had opened its eyes and was staring at him.

And the second scene was Wushuang City, with blood rain falling from the sky, and his younger self sitting on the ground, hugging his knees and crying.

Before this, in Xu Qing's memory, he had cried for a long time at that moment, and then left this city that had vanished.

But in this scene within the purple crystal, he saw a different ending!

In the scene, a familiar person stood in the sky; this person walked step by step to his crying self, raised a hand, and gently touched his head.

"Little Brother, don't cry!" The moment these four words were spoken, Xu Qing saw his younger self in the scene—with a bang, his head collapsed, and his body turned into blood rain, spilling all over the ground.

Death!!

Xu Qing's entire body shook; as a massive wave rose in his heart, all the book pages outside his body were torn to shreds, finally leaving behind an empty shell of a book without pages.

Even if the others resisted, they ultimately could not escape this ending!

Without beauty, there is no contrast, and the living beings in the scenes would not feel sorrow.

Under the moonlight, Zhang Siyun's expression was incomparably calm, without any emotional fluctuation; his beautiful face looked like a statue.

He gazed at the wailing crowd, his right thumb tapping on the second joint of his middle finger.

The next instant, the scenes of the crowd's painful and torturous past, which were circling him, stopped in an instant; they no longer rotated, but they were trembling, and with the trembling, they were actually being imprinted, each producing countless identical scenes.

Zhang Siyun looked at these, a smile appearing on his face, his thumb lifting and landing on the first joint of his ring finger to tap.

The next instant, these scenes suddenly flew out, heading straight for Xu Qing and the others, each returning to one, causing the empty shell of a book that had caused everyone to collapse to be rapidly filled and made complete again.

This complete past was devoid of beauty, filled entirely with their most painful and torturous memories; these memories replaced their entire past, erupting every moment until they collapsed.

This is the power of a god, this is a divine art!