Perfect World

Chapter 585: Chapter 585 Ghost Grandpa
 

Silver Wing usually roamed the Dark World, rarely confronting a powerful opponent head-on, always striking with the coldest and cruelest methods to eliminate his enemies, but now it was utterly useless.

His legs were severed, his face twisted in agony. Even a being who had ignited divine flames found it unbearable under such excruciating pain.

“Why are you so strong if you’re clearly dead?” Silver Wing’s eyes were blood-red, unable to accept that he was being killed in this way, to die at the hands of a dead man.

Ghost Grandpa remained indifferent. For such a formidable assassin, he held no regard, lifting the black broken sword in his hand once again, channeling dark sword radiance.

“Old ghost, if my Heavenly Kingdom could kill you back then, I can obliterate you now,” Silver Wing declared viciously. His fingers turned into blades, swiftly inscribing scriptures in the void, the strokes bright and unscattering.

Moreover, he took out a small altar, three feet high, entirely blood-red, covered with symbols.

He chanted incantations, seemingly summoning something. In an instant, the sky darkened, roars echoed, and crimson lightning streaked across.

“Kill!” Silver Wing was desperate. He ignited the blood in his heart, conducting a peculiar ritual.

Vaguely, countless shadows appeared, all roaring, turning into an unimaginable resentment that converged together, forming a blood-colored Divine Demon that rushed at Ghost Grandpa.

Shi Hao shivered; the aura of blood and death was too intense, destabilizing one’s divine soul.

“Are these the souls harvested during the Heavenly Kingdom’s blood sacrifice?” Ghost Grandpa’s eyes widened with a murderous intent.

“Unfortunately, the blood sacrifice that occurred in the Flood Region only gathered some souls, most were dispersed. This altar is a gift from my Heavenly Kingdom’s ancestors,” said Silver Wing.

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With a swoosh, a crimson whirlwind erupted, and the blood-colored Divine Demon grew larger, wielding a blood-colored War Spear that whistled deafeningly as it thrust at Ghost Grandpa.

“Clang!”

Ghost Grandpa slashed down with his sword. The red War Spear shattered, and with another swing, the giant blood-colored Divine Demon was sliced in half, its energy scattering.

“Divine Demon Immeasurable, endless, kill!” Silver Wing shouted, appearing crazed. He knew escape was futile. The only way to survive was to eradicate Ghost Grandpa’s obsession, so he threw caution to the wind.

Blood streamed from his chest; he burned his heart’s blood, activating the altar, and released shadow after shadow of Divine Demons.

For a moment, Ghost Grandpa was surrounded. Divine Demons roared, countless Heroic Spirits transformed into blood demons, inexhaustible and omnipresent.

“Old ghost, vanish into smoke and clouds!” Silver Wing roared.

Ghost Grandpa remained calm, lifted the black broken sword high, and swung it down. This moment was no longer just Sword Qi, but a world forged by the sword, becoming an invincible realm.

“Boom!”

All illusions in the sky, every Divine Demon perished, cleaved tidily by a single sword, while surrounding blood lightning and black clouds all dispersed, revealing clear Heaven and Earth again.

“Blood sacrifices to the world, Heavenly Kingdom’s gods appear!” Silver Wing bellowed, his body already desiccated, still burning his essence blood, hoping to empower the altar.

Ghost Grandpa took a step forward, thrusting his sword at the blood-red altar, which cracked and then exploded.

Silver Wing was petrified, such a powerful Magic Artifact destroyed just like that, as fragile as a clay pot, shattered with one strike, which was unbearable for him.

He flapped his silver wings, a hurricane emerged as he desperately tried to flee, but it was clearly futile. A dark light flashed, Sword Qi shot forth, and his silver wings fell off, blood dripping, Silver Wing plummeted, looking like a fierce ghost.

“Why are you so strong?” He truly could not accept that he was about to die at the hands of a dead man, finding it both absurd and lamentable.

“I was pierced through the fontanel by a sword and died, my most powerful obsession mimicking your Heavenly Kingdom’s Killing Sword, sealing my residual soul, unable to awaken without touching your Heavenly Kingdom’s Secret Technique.”

Ghost Grandpa said, his face filled with regret. He hadn’t awaited the people of old, merely a junior who had ignited divine flames; this was indeed his last manifestation.

Upon hearing this, Shi Hao felt a chill, that rusty sword embedded in Ghost Grandpa’s head, apparently his strongest obsession incarnate, now melting and truly awakening, thus becoming unimaginably strong.

Yet, all of this was also transformed from mere thoughts. How mighty would he be if he truly still lived, with flesh and blood?

“It’s truly vexing.” Silver Wing screamed, clenching his fists.

Shriek!

Ghost Grandpa didn’t say more, swinging his sword, his head flew obliquely into the void, shattered into blood mist, completely disappearing.

Just like that, a powerful being who had ignited divine flames was effortlessly defeated by Ghost Grandpa!

Shi Hao admired him; this was a true master.

The world went silent. In this void, only an old man and a young man remained, Shi Hao felt tumultuous, quite unsettled. The anticipated harsh battle hadn’t arrived, ending instead in such a way.

“I am going to disperse now, never to appear again,” said Ghost Grandpa, gray hair disheveled, his face calm yet carrying some regret.

“Senior…” Shi Hao didn’t know what to say, but he finally told him about the Gourd Divine Vine sprouting and rooting again.

“That’s the best news I’ve heard before passing, it’s like my child,” Ghost Grandpa’s expression softened, filled with nostalgia, joy, and sorrow.

“Senior, would you like to see it?” Shi Hao asked.

“No, it’s its rebirth, it should not carry my old memories,” Ghost Grandpa shook his head.

Then, silence fell here, no words, only the sound of the wind.

“As for my life…” after a long while, Ghost Grandpa sighed lightly, looking at Shi Hao, saying, “You have extraordinary talent, would you like to replace me, to join the Heaven Mending Sect?” He was an expelled student, it was a knot in his heart, an unresolved regret.

Shi Hao opened his mouth, although he respected Ghost Grandpa, he really couldn’t agree to the request, as he had a hard relationship with the Heaven Mending Sect.

“Indeed, you are you, and I am I. Even in those days, I just felt guilty towards the Master and always wanted to return to console him,” sighed Ghost Grandpa.

What exactly had happened back then? Shi Hao looked at him, filled with questions.

“I became an outcast of the Heaven Mending Sect because of a woman from the Heavenly Kingdom, eventually being stabbed to death in the Lower Realm by her collaboration with others. With her unparalleled beauty, she must still be alive today.”

Shi Hao was startled by these words; they were simple, but the story behind them must have been complicated, filled with grievances and resentments.

“The Master must have passed away, and returning to the Heaven Mending Sect is meaningless for me now. That woman is still alive, yet there is no day for me to settle the score,” Ghost Grandpa looked up at the sky.

He hailed from the higher realms, fallen in the wasteland.

“My life is just like this,” his figure began to blur and fade, about to disappear.

“Senior!” exclaimed Shi Hao.

“Although the Heaven Mending Pavilion possesses the Heaven Mending Technique, seeing your discord with them, I don’t feel right to pass it on to you,” Ghost Grandpa’s figure became even more indistinct.

“I shall give you this sword; it is welded together with divine ointment concocted from phoenix beak and unicorn horn,” said Ghost Grandpa.

The black broken sword flew towards him and landed in Shi Hao’s hand. He was familiar with the broken sword, half of it damaged and patched up together with a translucent glue.

Now, hearing from Ghost Grandpa that it was melded together with the divine ointment made from phoenix beak and unicorn horn, it greatly shocked him; such materials were truly world-shaking!

“Ghost Grandpa, one day when I ascend to the higher realms, I will take this broken sword to the Heavenly Kingdom on your behalf,” Shi Hao said.

“Higher realms, soon to forget me, yet some would still remember my name,” Ghost Grandpa’s eyes shone bright as he spoke, but ultimately, his entirety faded away and was seen no more.

Shi Hao was melancholic; a mighty figure had just passed away like this, which was truly lamentable.

Yet, from Ghost Grandpa’s final words, he must have had a glorious past, and perhaps even now, some places in the higher realms still held his legends.

However, heavens envy the talented, and ultimately, he had perished.

“Who would have thought, the most dazzling talent of the human race during the ancient era, who overshadowed his peers, would meet such an end,” remarked an abrupt voice.

Suddenly, a silhouette appeared in the distance, stepping through the void, with each step followed by a black sun that cast a demonic aura around him.

Shi Hao’s heart tensed; another deity had appeared.

“Silver Wing truly met a tragic end here, having fallen to a mere obsession, he must have died full of grievances,” said a man, whose shadow was transformed from a black sunflower.

“You watched his death, offering no help?” asked Shi Hao.

“I arrived late, only witnessing the final scene from afar,” the man responded with a chuckle, seeming to take pleasure in the misfortune, “Any sooner, any closer, and I would not have survived anyway.”

“Seven Gods died, only two remain, aren’t you worried?” Shi Hao said coldly.

“In the eight regions, wouldn’t it be better to have one or two gods only? If the few fateful opportunities are found, it would be easier to divide them. Perhaps one day I can become the ultimate Supreme,” the man said with a light smile.

This time was different from the past; the teachings from the higher realms intended for the gods to stay permanently in the Lower Realm, possibly for thousands, even tens of thousands of years if their lives allowed.

In the past, they only made use of special times when the rules of heaven and earth were flawed, allowing some powers to descend for a few months, at most not exceeding ten or twenty years.

If the Seven Gods were alive, they had plenty of time to strategize.

In the eight regions, all pieces and powerful figures laid by various sects had been either killed or captured, and, barring any accidents, the Seven Gods could definitely rule the Lower Realm.

A black Demon Kui flower rooted in the void, spreading rapidly, its black roots rushing towards Shi Hao to bind him.

“Killing a disciple of my Demon Kui Garden, our clan leader specifically instructed me to personally execute you; it seems I can fulfill the promise now,” said the man, standing on the black Demon Kui flower, looking down on Shi Hao.

Shi Hao dodged the thick roots and stealthily placed a Minor Nirvana Pill into his mouth.

The man in black smirked, stretched out a large hand, and patted downwards, with a black fog overwhelming the skies as if a demonic hand descended from beyond the realms, darkening the heavens.

Shi Hao sidestepped, avoiding the hand.

In the void, one Demon Kui flower after another took root, covering the sky and overwhelming the area, seeking to entrap him.

Shi Hao’s body shone brilliantly, a powerful life force surged forth; without any suspense, he broke through into the Venerable Realm, growing instantly stronger.

“Are you here to bring me seeds?” he quipped, as every pore on his body exhaled vitality.

No pill can be entirely absorbed by the body; Shi Hao was using this breakthrough moment to transform the unmetabolized potion into Divine Power, lunging towards the man in black.

He transformed into a human-shaped Kun Peng, frantically consuming this potion power, soaring towards the heavens.

“A mere firefly’s light daring to compete with the bright moon, utterly overestimating oneself,” mocked the man from the Demon Kui Garden, swinging his black sleeve, a hurricane surging as he grasped towards the Kun Peng.

“Boom!”

Shi Hao activated his Undying Golden Body Battle Clothes; Divine Fire surged, a boundless radiance soared, and this powerful Divine Power immediately shattered the man’s sleeve, leaving his palm bloodied.

The man from Demon Kui Garden was shocked; there was already a hint of a deity’s aura around the opposition. This was too sudden!

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