Chapter 82: Promotion

The crisis of death not only receded but also turned into a boost, allowing him to even move.

He could now truly leave this city. Within twenty days, he could recover to the Eighth Life Realm, then return to the Mystic Gate, and after another twenty days, he could reach the third layer of the Mystic Gate.

And the insight of resonating with Heaven and Earth upon stepping into the Heavenly Tower was already in his heart. On the night he reached the top of the Mystic Gate, he could ascend to the Heavenly Tower.

In these eighteen years, he had long since cleared the obstacles between every realm.

Because he had already stood above these realms, and both his body and soul were incomparably familiar with them.

By promoting in this way, his body would have a process of adaptation and would even slowly be repaired. The Heavenly Tower achieved would also be very stable. After entering the Heavenly Tower, he could slowly look for ways to repair his injuries. This was a plan he had conceived countless times in his heart over the past eighteen years.

It was as if his prayer just now had been answered, and Heaven had truly given him another chance.

However.

Yue Muzhou slowly fiddled with this body that had just been supported by Qi and was not yet fully adapted.

He had another less-than-brilliant choice.

That was to promote to the Heavenly Tower right now, immediately, at once, on the spot, within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Burning eighteen years of painstaking cultivation to the ground. In one day, or ten hours later, he would fall from the Heavenly Tower realm, and whether he could survive was another matter.

At this moment.

The entire city was shrouded in darkness, deep blue fire descended from the sky, and the rain that emitted a dangerous scent fell to the ground faster than the fire.

The frost and cold were spreading from the city walls, and that thing stood at the highest point of everything, slaughtering everyone as efficiently as pinching a nest of ants to death.

The atmosphere he had felt these past few days was very heavy, and the sounds people made were filled with anxiety and unease. Even though the youth had never spoken to him in detail, he could fully guess what kind of perilous struggles the youth had experienced these past few days.

And he could only lie paralyzed in the darkness, listening to those panicked noises, feeling everyone's fragility and powerlessness.

As well as his own fragility and powerlessness.

He had never asked anyone what that was, because no matter what it was, he was powerless to do anything about it; it would only disturb others in their defense.

Only from the intuition brought by fragments of words did he feel that thing pressing down like a mountain, making everyone's legs tremble and their hearts filled with panic.

He really wanted to see what kind of damn thing it was.

Yue Muzhou raised his head to look at the sky, his scarred face revealing a ferocious yet somewhat apologetic smile: "Sorry, I was lying to you just now."

I am still someone who likes to seek death.

He lowered his head, and a majestic momentum burst forth from this aged body, his black clothes fluttering like a flag.

Transforming from a dwarf into a spear.

Under the fullness of Qi, his withered limbs were stretched out, his waist and back straightened, and his trembling hands gradually stabilized. But the missing flesh and blood could not be replenished after all, so the old man's figure appeared even taller and thinner.

The gale roared like a whistle, and Mystic Qi swept into his body like a vortex. The newly born small buds grew taller section by section under such violent catalysis, turning into small seedlings, then into shrubs, and then into towering trees.

And as the meridian tree flourished, his speed of absorbing Mystic Qi also grew rapidly. Soon, he took a step forward, and his entire momentum suddenly converged.

He had entered the Mystic Gate.

But he only stayed quiet for one breath before Mystic Qi several times more majestic than before surged in wildly again. This time, it stirred the wind and clouds of half the city.

Taking one step forward, he reached the second layer of the Jade Staircase.

Taking another step, he reached the third layer of the Jade Staircase.

Then, Yue Muzhou stood still for about ten breaths; this was the longest interval he had paused so far.

He was retrieving that mindset for promotion.

Eighteen years of accumulation—that mindset, which others would need months or even years to grasp, was already a tool he could use at will.

He spent a little time taking it out, and then, his entire person began to slowly ascend.

At a certain moment, in this space centered on the County Magistrate's Office, the rain and fire were instantly cleared away.

And it continued upward until the thick, sticky dark clouds and the frost-stained sky were pierced through, revealing the original azure blue and sunlight.

Under the city walls.

Ming Qitian had already spared some Qi. After Sister Xing Zhi placed her under the eaves, she turned to call for people to clear the streets.

The skin on her cheeks felt a corrosive pain; it was the rain that had just dripped onto it. Ming Qitian reached out to wipe it, her fingers feeling a trace of hardness.

She separated a wisp of Qi to isolate this small piece of flesh and sliced it off.

For those who possess Qi, the threat of this rain was not very great. First of all, they could isolate the rain, not even needing to get their clothes wet.

And even if it fell on the skin, the corrosiveness of the dragon saliva diluted to this concentration was no longer very intense. However, for ordinary people, especially the elderly and children, it remained a deadly liquid.

But hiding at home was only a temporary method of preservation. Not to mention the rapidly spreading frost that had already covered half the city, even those frost ghosts that had been infected and mutated could not be blocked by two wooden doors.

All available hands had been committed to slaughtering these monsters, but new ones were constantly being generated. It was hard to say which side was faster.

And on her side...

Another "scout" lunged over, and she flicked a sword Qi that pierced its forehead.

This was already the third one.

A hundred more of them wouldn't threaten her, but Sister Xing Zhi had told her the purpose of these things. If one or two more found their way here, the Immortal Lord would very likely lock onto what he truly wanted to destroy.

Ming Qitian looked at the figure on the city wall and braced herself to stand up.

She tore a hairband from her sleeve and held it in her mouth, smoothed her scattered long hair backward with both hands, then took off the hairband to tie it up. She sealed the wound that had pierced her chest and abdomen with Qi.

The Immortal Lord hadn't really taken her seriously, but this casually thrown sword was enough to strip away most of her combat power. More importantly, Liuli was almost completely suppressed by Him.

Ming Qitian held her sword horizontally in front of her and looked down. The deep blue lines spreading on the clear sword body were like poison, and also like some kind of evil bloodline.

This famous sword trembled slightly, seeming to emit a low, weak wail. Only the sword master could empathize with this pain.

Ming Qitian patted it gently: "Let's try one more time, shall we?"

Zhanxin Liuli shook its sword body, trembling with a deer-like cry.

Ming Qitian reached out her hand and stroked gently from the sword hilt to the sword tip: "Hold on a little longer, hmm?"

Zhanxin Liuli turned over with difficulty, revealing its other side, which had been more severely infected.

"..."

Its spirituality was indeed already very weak, and at this moment, it had almost completely retreated to the deepest part. If it were to launch "Heart-Slashing" again, it meant it had to actively open its spirituality to permeate the sword body. In this process, it would inevitably touch those deep blue lines clinging to the sword that made it feel like touching a hot iron.

Ming Qitian lowered her elegant brows, revealing a pleading expression, and said softly and gently: "I beg you."

Zhanxin Liuli turned over abruptly, was silent for two seconds, and slowly handed the sword hilt to her.

Ming Qitian smiled slightly, grasped this familiar sword hilt, and walked down the city tower with her head lowered, not looking up at that figure. ===== CHAPTER 83 =====