bookbashuk Chapter 2175: There is Still Strength
Chapter 2175: There is Still Strength
On this mysterious and silent platform, time seemed to be cast under a slowing spell, and every passing breath became unusually heavy.
Matthew sat on the ground, his legs crossed, his back straight, like a solid rock, motionless.
His eyes were tightly closed, but his brows were slightly furrowed, revealing his inner anxiety.
The Order of Life and Death lay quietly in his palm. The cold touch was like an invisible rope, tightly binding his mind to this mysterious object.
At this moment, he was fully expecting that the magic-forbidden rune could bring a glimmer of hope within the deep darkness of the Life and Death Order.
However, just as Matthew was anxiously waiting to see if the Magic Forbidden Rune would bring him good news, he never expected that the Heaven Prisoner Rune in his body also had something strange going on!
Completely different from its usual dormant, dead-silent state, the Sky Prison Rune seemed to have suddenly awakened from a thousand-year-long slumber in chaos. In an instant, a majestic and wild force surged in Matthew's body.
It seemed to have its own independent consciousness, and it rushed out of Matthew's body with an irresistible determination.
At that moment, Matthew felt as if a blazing white light was breaking out from his body, and the light was so bright that it almost pierced through his body.
Then, this blindingly bright white light, like an enraged lightning, carried endless energy and penetrated directly into the mysterious order of life and death.
In an instant, the Life and Death Order, which seemed dead and lifeless, seemed to be injected with a soul and instantly activated by a mysterious force, and began to tremble slightly.
At first, the vibration was so subtle that it was hard to detect unless one concentrated carefully. It was like a breeze blowing across the surface of a lake, causing only a few barely perceptible ripples.
But then, it began to tremble more violently like an awakened giant beast, and at the same time, it emitted bursts of slight buzzing sounds.
At first the sound was like the flapping of mosquito wings, soft and subtle, drifting quietly in this quiet space.
But as time seemed to be pulled by this mysterious force and passed faster, the buzzing sound became louder and louder, like the ringing of a huge bell, or like the exciting horn of a galloping army, as if announcing to the world that something crucial and earth-shaking was about to happen.
At the same time, the surface of the Life and Death Order seemed to be lit up by an invisible pair of giant hands, gradually shining with two completely different, yet equally captivating lights.
On the side with the word "death", it was as if the entrance to the Nine Netherworld Purgatory suddenly opened up, flashing a black light as deep as an endless dark abyss. It was so deep that one glance at it seemed as if one was swallowed by endless fear, with goosebumps standing on end and shuddering.
The black light seemed to have substance, dissipating outward in strands, as if it was going to devour all the light and vitality around it.
The corresponding side of the word "life" is like the first ray of light penetrating the clouds at dawn, shining with a soft white light.
The white light is like the warm sunshine in spring, bringing with it vigorous vitality and hope, gently falling on this cold platform, bringing comfort to people, as if they have seen the light of hope for rebirth in the darkness and despair.
These two kinds of light seemed to be endowed with life, like the bright and shining stars in the night sky, flashing alternately on the surface of the Life and Death Order.
Every time they flash, it is as if they are engaging in a thrilling contest. The light becomes more and more intense and dazzling, as if two stars that refuse to admit defeat and dominate the sky, neither willing to show weakness.
The light shone on Matthew's face, but he had no intention of appreciating it at the moment. His heart was filled with shock and vigilance about this unknown change.
As the light continued to grow stronger, the buzzing sound emitted by the Life and Death Order seemed to be injected with violent power, becoming more and more deafening.
The sound was like waves crashing on the shore, or like the momentum of thousands of horses galloping, rolling in and resounding through the sky, as if to completely tear apart all the tranquility between heaven and earth.
The skinny old man kneeling on the ninth step remained silent and forbearing.
He lowered his eyes, seemingly calm, but in fact he was extremely confident.
The reason why he remained silent, as if he was sitting on the Diaoyutai, was because he was sure that Matthew would not be able to find a way to activate the Life and Death Order.
In his heart, the secret of the Life and Death Order seemed to have been sealed by him for a thousand years, and he was the only one who knew the method to unlock it.
So he just waited quietly, like a cunning hunter lurking in the dark, waiting for Matthew to come and ask him again.
He had even thought out in his mind how to flatter and deceive Matthew, word for word, like choreographing an elaborate drama, just waiting for Matthew to fall into his carefully laid trap.
But now, reality was like a loud slap in the face, slapping his wrinkled face hard.
After hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar buzzing sound of the life and death order, the skinny old man's face instantly lost the disguise of calmness, revealing an expression of disbelief.
His eyes were full of astonishment and confusion.
He widened his eyes, staring at the shining life and death order in Matthew's hand, as if he wanted to imprint this scene deeply in his eyes, but a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.
Matthew shocked him one after another, like surging waves, one after another.
From Matthew's resolute rejection of his proposal to the unexpected triggering of the vision of the life and death order at this moment, every step was completely out of his control.
His mind was in a tangle at the moment, and he racked his brains to think of a solution, but in the end he sadly discovered that he was completely helpless.
He knew very well that at this point, even if he said something, Matthew would never stop.
"It seems that I can only use the last bit of my strength. If that happens, I'm afraid that I woke up in vain this time."
It was as if two villains were fighting fiercely in the skinny old man's heart, one was shouting to give it a try, while the other was nostalgic for the hard-earned time of awakening. The flame of hesitation quietly ignited in his heart.
However, this hesitation was like the remaining snow in spring, which was instantly wiped out from his mind in the face of cruel reality.
As this person's mind moved, it seemed as if an ancient power dormant in his body was awakened, and his bones began to creak as if a mechanism that had rusted for years was forcibly activated.
The sound seemed particularly harsh in this silent space, like a countdown to death.
His originally dormant lying posture now seemed to break free from its restraints and began to slowly relax.
He was like a prehistoric beast awakening from its slumber, emitting a dangerous aura.
Soon, the skinny old man stood up straight as if pulled by an invisible force.
Although his body was still thin, he seemed to have straightened his spine at this moment, holding up a majestic sky that belonged to him.
Suddenly, the dark purple patterns on his body seemed to be torn apart by a violent force and scattered. Then, in front of him, they seemed to be carefully pieced together by a mysterious hand and turned into the shape of a disc.
The disc seemed to reflect the universe and the stars, deep and mysterious, exuding a chilling aura.
The skinny old man took a step and stepped directly onto the disc without any hesitation.
The disc seemed to have triggered a mechanism and shook slightly. His figure seemed to be instantly engulfed by a ray of light and was instantly sent to the platform at the top.