Chapter 225: Comprehending the Power of Causality

In the distance, Shen Ting had already run so fast he vanished from sight, but Shen Qing would absolutely not let him go.

After killing the black-clad elder, Shen Qing seized a great amount of causal power.

During this period, Shen Qing would contemplate causal power whenever he had the chance, and he felt he was only one step away from fully mastering it.

Shen Ting happened to be just the stepping stone he needed.

But Shen Qing had only just begun the pursuit when four massive strands of causal power descended from the sky.

Shen Qing raised an eyebrow—his subordinates had killed four Elixir Realm cultivators in a short time.

He had quite a few Elixir Realm subordinates, but most were currently in Zijun City with no time to come, while the few left in Qingzhou had the time but lacked the strength.

Shen Qing immediately thought of that monk Wu Nian—at this critical juncture, only Wu Nian, that bald gourd, had both the time and the strength.

Shen Qing chuckled: "Wu Nian, Wu Nian, you thick-browed big-eyed fellow, you're quite swift when killing."

As Wu Nian slew the four Elixir Realm cultivators, Shen Qing completed the final piece of the causal power puzzle.

Shen Qing lowered his head, turned his palm over, and a mysterious ripple came—only he could see threads appearing in his palm.

This was causal power.

"How beautiful."

Shen Qing sighed in admiration.

These threads existed between the real and the illusory; upon close inspection, they seemed tightly entwined and woven in a way beyond comprehension.

Shen Qing lifted his head, gazing at Shen Ting still fleeing desperately in the distance, raised his hand, and lightly pointed—just then, a causal thread shot from his fingertip, and in the next instant, it spanned the vast distance and landed on Shen Ting.

Shen Qing's eyes lit up—knowing that even if he charged with all his strength, it would take two or three breaths to cover that distance, yet causal power linked to Shen Ting in an instant.

It seemed causal power was not bound by time or space.

Shen Qing lightly tapped his finger, and causal power followed the thread, instantly entwining around Shen Ting.

As Shen Ting fled, he suddenly felt his doom approaching, his voice revealing exhaustion.

"What is happening?"

Gradually, the little hair left on his head began to fall out rapidly, his body emitted a rotting stench, he stopped his steps, quickly collapsed to the ground, eyes filled with terror.

"Is this the Five Declines of Heaven and Man? How is this possible?"

At that moment, footsteps sounded behind him.

Creak... creak... creak...

"How does it feel? Shen Ting, what do you think of the Five Declines of Heaven and Man?"

Shen Ting turned around, his legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the ground.

Shen Ting's eyelids nearly closed; he looked at Shen Qing in disbelief.

"It's you! This... how is this possible?"

"You... have mastered causal power!!!"

Shen Ting's voice trembled: "Are you human or ghost..."

Not to mention the history of Great Wu—since the birth of humanity, no one has ever mastered causal power.

The descent of the Five Declines of Heaven and Man blurred Shen Ting's vision rapidly; he seemed to faintly see a mysterious radiance on Shen Qing, like a deity.

Shen Ting clearly realized he had been wrong—wrong to an absurd degree.

He spoke.

"Shen Qing, I was wrong... spare me..."

Shen Qing approached him.

"Still, enjoy the descent of death properly."

"Oh, by the way, on the Yellow Springs Road, remember to walk slowly—there should still be many who will join you on the journey."

Shen Yun'ya's parents will surely see him off—they are kind mother and filial son, deep father-son affection; how heartbroken they'll be when Shen Yun'ya leaves.

Shen Qing will see Buddha to the west, and will also personally see them off a stretch.

As for the others involved, Shen Qing will not be stingy with his true qi.

Having said that, Shen Qing waved his hand, and causal power instantly enveloped Shen Ting, who began to rapidly wither, his breath growing ever weaker.

Shen Qing couldn't bear to watch the old thing die, turned and headed toward Zijun City; after sensing Shen Ting's death, he waved his hand, and that causal thread returned to his palm.

This causal power was better than he imagined, and seemed to have even more uses, with great room for development.

At that moment, several figures flew swiftly from Zijun City—Ma Qing and Jia He and the others.

Ma Qing's face was full of excitement: "Commander Shen! Commander Shen! We won! We won!"

Everyone's faces were filled with excitement; they had witnessed the birth of history.

This battle is destined to be recorded in history—let alone the Great Wu dynasty, even the next few dynasties will remember this battle.

And the one who created this historic moment, Shen Qing, is their leader.

Just saying that out loud brings face!

Shen Qing waved his hand with a smile; upon returning victorious, it's always pleasant when someone celebrates for you.

Afterward, Shen Qing looked toward the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard of Yunzhou, Lin Hai: "Earlier, thank you for your reminder."

Lin Hai gave an embarrassed smile: "My reminder was superfluous—I didn't actually help."

He said he reminded Shen Qing to be careful of the black-clad elder's multi-layered blade aura, but in the end, that aura was split by a single slash—whether reminded or not, it made no difference.

But Shen Qing didn't see it that way.

Whether he helped or not is one matter; whether he offered help is another.

Lin Hai could identify the black-clad elder's identity and even knew his sword style clearly—obviously Lin Hai knew this elder was from the Shen family.

Even so, Lin Hai still dared to speak up—just that alone was enough for Shen Qing to acknowledge him.

"Let's go, we'll talk more after returning to the city."

The group followed Shen Qing excitedly as they walked toward Ziyun City.

Many commoners had already gathered outside Ziyun City, having seen Shen Qing flying this way, and they all wanted to know the outcome of the battle.

But when they truly saw Shen Qing return unharmed, everyone silently made way for a path into the city, wide enough for ten fine horses to ride abreast.

Shen Qing then entered Ziyun City slowly, wearing a great red python robe.

Everyone watched Shen Qing carefully, yet their eyes held no fear—only fervent admiration, as if gazing upon a deity.

First, because Shen Qing brought them rain, giving them hope of life in their darkest hour in Yunzhou; to call him a savior is no exaggeration, and in ancient times, one who did what he did would truly be enshrined as a god.

Second, because Shen Qing won this battle; frankly, these commoners had hardly heard of the Shen family, but listening to the words of the great figures, they all understood the battle's importance.

In the long years to come, Shen Qing will stand alongside the gods in Yunzhou.

Shen Qing entered Ziyun City and saw a person in the crowd ahead; he approached her.

It was a woman holding a little girl, the very girl who had earlier shouted encouragement for Shen Longwang in the crowd.

Shen Qing reached out and rubbed the little girl's head; a thread of karma and cause wandered around her body for a moment, after which Shen Qing continued toward the Northern Patrol Office.

Shen Qing also discovered a new ability of the power of karma and fate; currently, the power of karma and fate is insufficient to alter the little girl's destiny.

But it is enough to ensure that for a long time to come, the little girl will be free of disaster and illness.