novelaction Chapter 387 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 8
Chapter 387 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 8
Chapter 387 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal (8)
The snow-white powder fell in a flurry, turning to ash the moment it touched the ground, like the embers of burnt incense, carrying endless desolation and sorrow.
"What exactly is going on?
How could our divine power have become like this?
Si Zhanxingjun looked anxious, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
The Moon Goddess shook her head, her expression solemn:
“I don’t know either, but things seem to be getting worse.”
At this moment, Xuanming's voice came from the Three Lives Stone, trembling slightly:
"All seventy-two constellations have lost contact."
Upon hearing the sound, everyone immediately turned their attention to the Three Lives Stone.
The image of Tian Shu Palace slowly emerged on the stone surface: Emperor Ziwei lay on the star chart, half of his body had turned into light spots, as if he would disappear into the world at any moment.
He was still clutching half a mooncake tightly in his hand, the lotus seed paste filling constantly generating garbled characters, as if telling the story of the madness and disorder of this world.
Are we really headed for our doom?
Ran Cang's voice was choked with sobs, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Sui Si suddenly coughed violently, and the blood he coughed up contained raging flames.
The fiery patterns on his neck multiplied wildly, resembling ferocious snakes.
He forcefully ripped open his shirt, revealing a glaring image of the electronic wooden fish icon discarded by the believers, which seemed to mock their plight.
"It's not a state of dormancy... it's been erased."
Sui Si, panting heavily, said slowly and deliberately, "When faith becomes a pastime, gods become deletable cache files."
Our existence is being forgotten by this era.
Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked, their hearts filled with resentment and anger.
The surfboards echoed mournfully in the depths of the ruins, as if mourning the impending apocalypse.
The five immortals stood on the surfboard, watching countless fragments of the golden statue sink to the bottom of the river, each fragment reflecting the fragmented wishes of the believers.
"Share this god of war, and all client requests will be approved."
"A five-minute quick incantation to summon spirits, guaranteeing you'll pass your exams."
"Electronic incense offering, merit +1"
...These prayers were like sharp blades, piercing their hearts.
The moment Ran Cang's Frosty Soul touched a certain fragment, a powerful suction force instantly pulled her consciousness into a torrent of data.
In that chaotic data stream, she saw her idol being cut into a nine-square grid, accompanied by "hahaha" comments that were frantically circulating throughout the myriad worlds.
The girl huddled in a corner of her consciousness in terror. Suddenly, she heard the whispers that Sui Si had used to teach her to draw frost flowers when she was a child. That familiar voice seemed to come from a distant place.
However, before she could immerse herself in the memories, those memories began to be replaced by cheesy pickup lines, leaving her mind in chaos.
"no, do not want!"
Ran Cang shouted desperately, trying to grasp at the memories that were about to disappear.
"Anchor point found!"
The Moon Goddess wielded her moon-shaped blade, forcefully cleaving through the data stream.
However, just as the blade touched the data stream, it got stuck in a funny short video.
"what!"
The Moon Goddess suddenly screamed, and the laurel branch in her hair instantly turned into a flashing 404 error code.
Her face was filled with pain and despair, and her body began to tremble slightly.
The war halberd of the War God was completely shattered. The metal fragments seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, floating in the air and piecing together a shocking countdown screen.
The same numbers also appeared on the wrists of the five immortals, each tick like a countdown to death.
Sui Si's silver hair turned snow-white in a very short time, and the ends of her hair scattered like binary characters in the wind, as if she were disappearing little by little.
"The Arctic Abyss... is rejecting us."
Xuanming's voice was filled with bitterness and helplessness.
The Three Lives Stone in his hand suddenly shattered, and the flying shards of stone slashed across Ran Cang's cheek like hidden weapons.
Before the blood droplets even hit the ground, they transformed into a barrage of "awsl" comments, and the Frost Soul Divine Power condensed into crying emoticons at the wound.
"What the hell is this thing? What should we do?"
Si Zhanxingjun roared angrily, yet felt utterly powerless.
The Moon Goddess suddenly sharpened her gaze, reached out and grabbed everyone, shouting loudly:
"follow me!"
The crowd followed her as they rushed toward the ruins of the Moon Palace. The once lush osmanthus tree had long since shriveled into a ridiculous emoji shape, and dark red liquid was seeping from its roots.
"This is... the primordial essence and blood of the sleeping immortals!"
The Moon Goddess exclaimed in alarm, "They are being drawn into the void by an invisible force!"
"Look at the Milky Way!" Ran Cang shouted hoarsely.
As everyone looked up, the once dazzling Milky Way had transformed into a dense array of progress bars, each connecting to an immortal who was fading into nothingness.
The armor of the War God suddenly emitted a mechanical sound:
"Uninstaller started, 5%, 15%, 30%..."
That cold voice sounded like a judgment from fate.
Sui Si was burning, and raging heavenly fire spewed from his pupils, melting the Frost Soul Mirror into a liquid storage device.
With his last ounce of strength, he grabbed Ran Cang's hand and pressed it against his own chest:
“Engrave my divinity into…engrave into…”
Before he could finish speaking, his body transformed into a sky full of stars, each star representing a comical expression made by a believer, as if mocking the absurdity of it all.
"Brother!"
Ran Cang was heartbroken, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.
The Moon Goddess suddenly smiled, a smile filled with determination and fearlessness.
She plucked the last undatafied laurel leaf and gently placed it on her forehead, causing the Moon Wheel Blade to erupt with a dazzling light:
"Let them see what true utter desolation in the vastness of the moon is."
The moment the blade cleaved through the abyss of data, she froze into an ice sculpture, protecting the remnant soul of Si Zhan Xingjun as it was about to dissipate.
"I cannot let your sacrifices be in vain."
She said silently in her heart.
Ran Cang knelt in the ruins of Frost Soul, watching the countdown on his wrist reach zero.
At the last moment, she suddenly understood what her brother had left unsaid. Trembling, she plunged the frost flower hairpin, stained with Sui Si's blood, into her heart.
"Brother, I've come."
The sky and earth suddenly turned white.
When the torrent of data engulfed the three realms, a piece of ancient code quietly awakened.
Deep within the Arctic Abyss, on a beanbag chair soaked in the power of the Five Immortals, a pixelated "Re-employment Agreement for Laid-off Gods" slowly emerges, as if foreshadowing that this is not the end, but a new beginning.
Ran Cang slowly opened his eyes in the ice coffin, feeling a bone-chilling cold all over his body, as if he were wrapped in an invisible layer of frost.
The snow was falling softly from the heavens, and the way the snowflakes fell was like a faded sketch, stiff and lifeless.
Her consciousness was still somewhat hazy, and the chaotic images before she lost consciousness remained in her mind.
His body instinctively tried to sit up, but he staggered due to weakness, and his elbow slammed heavily against the jade table with a dull thud.
With a crash, the twin lotus lantern carved by his elder brother fell to the ground from the table.
Ran Cang's gaze was instantly drawn to it, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.
The lotus lantern that held countless memories of her and her brother now had its petals shattered into eight neat cubes.
A stream of fluorescent blue data was continuously seeping from the cross-section, like some mysterious life fluid, indicating the strange changes in this world.
"No, how could this happen..."
Ran Cang murmured to himself, his voice filled with endless trembling and bewilderment.
"elder brother!"
"Sui Si!"
She cried out her brother's name with all her might, her cries echoing back and forth across the empty jade walls of the Arctic Abyss, startling the three thousand extinguished soul lamps.
The soul lamps flickered, but could no longer emit a warm light, as if they too had been swallowed up by this desolate world.
Ignoring the cold underfoot, Ran Cang walked barefoot over the pixelated frost flowers, each step hurried and frantic.
The battlefield, once soaked in the blood of the brother and sister, is now nothing but the remnants of fluorescent green progress bars scattered on the ground, like scars left after a war, a shocking sight.