Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1254: Chapter 959: Celestial Harmony

”Discovered, huh?”

Ye Zhi shook his head regretfully, pulled out the bookmark that shattered at the same time, and tossed it away: ”How’s the recovery? Need me to bring another one?”

”No need.”

Lu BaiYan rubbed his wrist and answered coldly, ”Around ninety percent—enough.”

After a lengthy captivity, it was the first time he felt such an abundant sensation; divine nature was flourishing, Stigma operated smoothly, and at the same time, he felt a resonance almost within reach.

Another Great Priestess.

The one who replaced everything he had, stealing all future prospects from him.

”So dazzling.”

He murmured softly, ”Dazzling to the point of hate.”

Why, when he fell into Hell, was there still someone who could shine brightly?

”Begin, Ye Zhi.” He said, ”Isn’t the stage you want already so close?”

”One step further, and there’s no turning back.” Ye Zhi asked, ”Have you made up your mind?”

”Seventy years ago, I didn’t make a choice, but seventy years later, I must live clearly. I haven’t thought about turning back for a long time.”

Lu BaiYan was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered: ”An immaculate inkstone, even if it’s white, is it useful?”

Merely decoration.

”Then, let us begin—”

Ye Zhi smiled: ”The journey of ”Towards Byzantium”.”

In that instant, the pages in his hand slowly unfolded, the Chapter once written by an unprecedented poet surged forth like flowing water.

And the silhouette of that man gradually became illusionary, transforming into countless flowing characters, rapidly spreading.

Ye Zhi, the Event Spirit from the Fallen Heaven, revealed his true form here.

—Originating from Hell’s Poetry!

Twisting the world before him.

”This place is not the Old man’s kingdom, where young people embrace each other—”

In the void, a hoarse whisper was heard: ”In the dying generations, flying bird sings on the tree. Swimming fish, walking beasts or flying birds, with summer praise, all existence born and dead...”

Here, calling for ’Hell’ to arrive!

In an instant, the cold wind over the snowy wasteland became fiercer, terrifying roars arose from distant earth crusts, projections from Hell surged behind clouds, outlining countless colossal silhouettes.

And just at the end of the mountains, the trace of the track appeared warped.

With Ye Zhi’s disappearance, a massive door slowly emerged.

As if the stage of Hell slowly opened its curtain, the door to the other Paradise opened here.

And amidst the snowfield covered in carcasses, the derailed train roared like a ferocious beast—more thick blood sprayed from the fissures, the low sound of growing bones constantly emerged.

In the end, like a living thing, numerous eyes opened.

Once again, along the iron tracks, it began to forge ahead!

Toward Hell...

The whistle sounded like sharp laughter, tearing apart everyone’s eardrums.

”Let me see what you have in store, Huai Shi.”

Lu BaiYan stood at the broken window, coldly gazing at his adversary: ”Or do you plan to sit there, watching me leave just like that?”

Among the mountains, amidst the dancing blizzard, the water in the suspended pot over the campfire boiled again.

The sweet aroma rose from it, enticingly.

”Smells so good.”

Raymond sniffed the fragrance, asked curiously: ”What did you make?”

”Borscht learned from a Russian Federation priest a few days ago, simple and convenient, it’s perfect for picnics, wouldn’t be more fitting to entertain guests.”

Huai Shi sat in a chair, exhaled warm breath into ten fingers, answered with a smile: ”If you want a rich broth, the secret is in slow simmering, controlled temperature, crafting with patience.”

He said, ”Patience is a virtue—”

Alongside his words, wisps of red steam rose from vents, spread amidst the cold wind, bringing intoxicating warmth.

The burning of the campfire grew more intense.

The crackling sound of wood in the flames overlapped, merged into the increasingly rapid wind sound, as if someone in the distance was roaring.

The sound of roaring hovered in the wind, spreading gradually.

The firelight became hotter, yet the color turned pitch black, as if all darkness in the world had condensed into flames, recklessly burning, boiling Hell’s cauldron, sublimating new crystal from the disaster within.

Thus, the mist flying through the vent became more and more vibrant, crimson.

Like fresh blood.

When thunderous howls rose from the mountains, the snowstorm became denser and more violent, an extreme cold storm crawling across the land, rolling vast amounts of snow powder, flying.

Finally, carrying the sweet aroma spreading from the campfire, it roared toward the world below.

Thus, even the pale color seemed ignited by the mist, turning blood red.

Between the sky dome shrouded by gray clouds and the ground covered in frost, a wisp of blood-red quickly spread and proliferated, like ink dropped into a water tank, dyeing the colorless wind with its hue.

At first, it was just a thin wisp, but the further it went down, the greater and more overwhelming the murderous intent that had simmered in the heart over long years grew.

In the end, under the stirring of an invisible spoon, the rolling snowstorm transformed into a tumultuous surge of blood-red waves.

The scarlet storm was ignited by a curse.

Wherever it passed, all turned to charred blackness in furious anger.

Between the reemerging silent heavens and earth, only the howl of the storm spread, and doomsday’s scene descended coldly upon everyone’s heads.

Swallowing everything.

At the foot of the mountain, the wood cottage raised its head in astonishment, sensing the terrifying malice and curse within the storm that exceeded its imagination, shivering uncontrollably—

Not from the fear of this frightening sight, but from the realization of the gap between itself and its teacher, feeling the dense frustration and shock.

Beyond imagination, what kind of malice must be infused in the simmering cauldron to concoct such a terrible curse from countless disasters?

At this moment, the blood-red storm descended.

It covered the entire sky and earth.

Between the heavens and earth, only the storm’s roar remains, like the cry of sword blades, as countless cold lights surged from the blood-red, grimly moving.

Wherever it passed, the earth cracked inch by inch, and all the barren forests shattered.

The tall trees soared with the snow, were snapped, and shredded, countless green pine needles blackened quickly, transforming into points of fire that surged within.

In an instant, it engulfed the entire train.

Destruction rose from the cauldron and descended from the sky!

Countless piercing sounds burst forth from the storm, not only the tracks fragmented under the storm’s ravaging, but cruel cracks also emerged endlessly on the train, blood-red spewing forth.

The harsh cold light broke through space, tore open the cabin door, brushed past Lu BaiYan’s eye corner, leaving a blood-red trace on his cheek.

Curses surged, seeping into the wound, reaching deep into the bone marrow, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The cracked wound squirmed, out crawled a butterfly, slowly opening its wings, transforming from a cocoon, its black wings bore black eyes dyed with crimson.

The train shook violently, numerous fragments detached, quickly shattering in mid-air, turning into stone cocoons from which countless butterflies emerged, spreading their wings.

Against the blood-red storm, they rose to the sky.

Soaring in the curse like fish in water, they rapidly modified themselves, adapting the environment, turning the deathly curse into a nutrient pool for self-growth.

Under the Great Priestess’s will, Hell seemed to transform into Paradise.

Countless black butterflies flowed like ink, slowly meandering across the sky dome, earth, and air, leaving behind traces as they passed, transforming the whole world into black and white.

As if an ink painting depicting Hell.

That was the swarm he nurtured, the ink butterflies metamorphosed from the congealed Hell Essence!

At this moment, the heavens and earth became blank paper, and the train drawn with bold ink rapidly moved, passing through the brutal blood-red storm, speeding toward Hell.

At that moment, a giant sound erupted from the sky!

The train had a sudden jolt.

A section of the carriage broke halfway.

Then, a second thunderous sound erupted, roaring from the side, tearing the surging butterfly sea, crudely flipping open the top of the carriages. Only a fierce iron light slashed across.

As if a paper knife crudely sliced open the presentable painting before the eyes.

Everything rapidly fragmented.

Amidst the cannon-like roar.

Iron wings unfolded within the blood-red storm, countless crow flocks swirled above the sky dome, those ravenous predators indifferently surveyed everything below.

When Huai Shi lifted his finger, a wrathful red light gathered from one of them, after the qualitative transformation with Source Armament, iron crows howled, diving towards the earth.

Like cannonballs leaving the barrel, rubbing against the air, burning red hot, carrying this solidified wrath from the sky!

The dancing ink color was shattered, rippled layers rising.

Immediately after, the burning iron crows exploded violently, countless fragments spread, shattering entire carriages again!

Soon, within the Dream Cage, a returning wisp of Source Substance regenerated, the excited iron crows rose from the pool, shook off the water droplets, squeezed to the front of the TV, starting to watch the broadcast provided by their companions on site. Some again drilled to the cage entrance to queue up...

This roller coaster ride, exciting!

And when Huai Shi’s palm lifted once again, hundreds of fire lights rose from the crow flock——no longer the small fusses of one or two shots before.

Anger, sorrow, pieta, virtue, pain, grudge...

All fully loaded.

The black and white world was torn by the surging light, the sky dome also changed colors according to Huai Shi’s intention, blending together, when the chaotic colors surged, it enveloped all in the shadow of despair.

At this moment, when Huai Shi’s raised finger among the mountains slid down, thunder roared through the heaven and earth from this snow-covered death world.

——Extreme Intent · Symphony!

Since Helios’s return, this was Huai Shi’s first attempt at going all out in the struggle—Source Substance transformed by divine nature had already enveloped the snowy wasteland with light,

When the long resonance finally ended, at this moment what descended from the sky was the fury gathered from the entire snowy wasteland!

Heavenly harmony, descended!