Twilight Boundary-Chapter 672 - 663 New and Old Grudges

The Dragon Cave destroyed?

In the underworld, at the moment Mr. Longjing released the sixth arrow, everyone around found their attention instantly captivated.

Whether it was Er Guotou, who was staring blankly at his own palm, or Eldest Master Meng, who, having suffered a great loss, felt anger festering in his heart, ready to erupt with fury.

Or perhaps those ghost soldiers and Ghost Generals of the Meng family who were shattered to pieces by the ghosts from the City of the Dead, trembling with fear, or Zhao Sanyi of the Divine Hand Zhao Family and Chen Abao of the Chen Family of Black Magic, both standing on the edge of the City of the Dead, watching the unfolding drama with keen excitement.

Everyone was startled by this arrow flying out of the underworld, feeling the surging terror rushing from behind, their bodies going rigid, turning their heads in a daze.

This was the sixth arrow from Mr. Longjing, completely different from the previous five.

If the first arrow had ruined the Zhang family's family door, the second arrow brought unimaginable cause and effect to Noble Zhang, the third arrow unraveled the throne sealed by the Ten Surnames, the fourth arrow gave direction to the not eating beef who had been adrift for twenty years, and the fifth arrow served as a warning to the hiding State Preceptor.

Then this sixth arrow was indeed earth-shattering, its power greater than the sum of the previous five arrows.

This arrow shot out of the underworld, seeming to pierce a hole right through it. Endless streams of sinister and bizarre energy flooded into the mortal world, tearing the Dragon Cave—which held the world's collective fortune, blessings, and destiny—into fragments.

Even though Hu Ma and others were right in the underworld, they, too, saw the phantasms bursting forth invisibly from the mortal world along with this earth-shaking arrow.

They witnessed that within the mortal world, there had always been a Dingzi. This Dingzi acted as a fixed point, ensuring that no matter how chaotic the world became or how many extraordinary talents emerged, it remained like a chessboard set with rules where every game had to be played according to Noble Zhang's wishes.

The ten earth veins held the world's fortune, yet this fortune was forcibly twisted and poured into that Dragon Cave, nurturing a divine object that should not have existed, capable of suppressing the collective fortune of all under heaven.

However, this object was directly destroyed by this earth-shattering arrow.

Incidentally, even the human flesh nails Noble Zhang buried beside the Dragon Cave were dealt with...

...Of course, that human flesh nail was indeed intriguing. Mr. Longjing even glanced over curiously; it seemed that old fellow had some skills, with ten Haishou figures constantly shifting around him, impervious to All Techniques.

...But why did he use his own body to bear the wrath of the Meng Family's Ancestor? Even Reincarnators wouldn't dare to do such a thing!

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But at the instant this earth-shaking change occurred, no one cared about the unfortunate soul standing right beside the Dragon Cave who got caught up in it. They only saw the Dragon Cave destroyed, its internal fortune surging forth as if it were physically tangible.

Throughout the world, all the grasshead kings sensed a surge of anticipation as the Dragon Throne was unsealed, but twenty years of suppression still left them somewhat confused.

Yet, at the moment of the Dragon Cave's destruction, their confusion instantly vanished, replaced by a distant yet clear call—an ultimate temptation, their ultimate direction, something every grasshead king was destined to pursue!

"That is..."

Hu Ma was not a Haishou Sect disciple, but he, too, witnessed the moment of surging fortune with this arrow and felt a sudden inspiration. It was as if, by being born into this world, he instinctively understood what it was:

"Destiny!"

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Suddenly, he took a deep breath, as if all the major acupoints of his body, even his three souls and seven souls, had flung open.

Mr. Longjing's arrow had released destiny!

For a moment, he couldn't even explain it in detail. It was as if the world had originally been meant to have a Dingzi.

Like the sun, moon, and stars, ever-shifting; mountains and rivers, moving according to their natural course; yin and yang, clearly distinguished; reincarnation; the gods of all heavens, each in their proper place—everything was supposed to have a center, a Dingzi. But this Dingzi had been dead, imprisoned by Noble Zhang.

And at this moment, it had been released by this arrow.

The world remained the same world, and the underworld the same underworld. This arrow was majestic in its momentum, carrying Mr. Longjing's full bitterness and resentment. It also borrowed the extreme sinister malevolence of the Meng Family's Ancestor. Yet ironically, this arrow landed in the mortal world, where it caused the smallest commotion.

Because this ripple, in an instant, affected the entire world.

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In the mortal world, at the Noble Zhang Family's mansion, Old Master Zhang was inside the ancestral hall, carefully wiping clean each fallen ancestral tablet, placing them back in the shrine, and offering three incense sticks.

Unexpectedly, just as a third had been returned, without any warning, all the tablets suddenly cracked and then fell utterly silent.

"Old Master, good news, good news! All seventeen pots of white orchids have come back to life..."

"The ghost that was knocking outside just disappeared too..."

"Old Master, it's wonderful! The sky has cleared! Those clouds that drifted from the north are gone..."

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A joyous noise erupted from outside. As the house slaves rushed in to deliver the good news, they saw the Old Master of the Noble Zhang Family kneeling dazedly amid the scattered tablets, showing no reaction to their reports.

"Old Master, you..."

The house slaves couldn't understand why the Old Master, who hadn't seemed to care about so many previous misfortunes, was now in such a state.

Not until they tentatively called out a few more times did Old Master Zhang slightly regain his senses. He slowly stood up and began earnestly picking up the tablets, but he neither wiped them nor offered incense.

As if knowing it was meaningless now.

As he placed the tablets back, he slowly spoke, "Among all of you, are there any who haven't signed indenture contracts to enter the Zhang family?"

"This..."

A group of house slaves exchanged confused glances. The Noble Zhang Family had such high status that those serving in the inner courtyard were mostly born into household service.

Only one younger house slave hurriedly knelt down, saying, "Replying to the Old Master, I was bought. Because I haven't learned the rules properly yet, the steward hasn't had me sign. It was only because of the major events just now that the steward allowed me to come in and help..."

Believing he had an opportunity, he hurriedly took advantage of the Old Master's apparent good mood to plead, "I only hope the Old Master will show mercy and allow me to serve in the Zhang family, so that my descendants might at least have a bowl of rice to eat!"

"No need..."

But the Old Master of the Noble Zhang Family only slowly waved his hand, saying with some weariness, "You should leave. Go to the accountant and take two hundred taels of silver. Go as far as you can, and don't tell anyone you ever entered the Zhang family..."

"Don't kowtow to me; I cannot accept such a kowtow..."

"I'm not blaming you for doing anything wrong, just thinking your luck is good... If you truly feel the Zhang family has treated you reasonably well..."

"...If any of our young masters or ladies come begging at your door in the future, please give them something to eat!"

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Everyone stared dumbfoundedly at the Old Master, unable to believe their ears.

"Go now!"

And this Old Master, as if too tired to say more, just waved his hand weakly, "Arrange it the same way outside."

"Spread my words!"

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How could the Noble Zhang Family do such a foolish thing?

Those plunged into panic and confusion by that sudden arrow were not limited to Old Master Zhang or the house slaves who had been freed.

Throughout the world, there were numerous high-status families. Some resided in the mountains, others in cities. Some mansions were built like the Imperial Palace, while others were merely a cluster of a few houses. There were even some that were simply aligned ancestral halls.

When they saw that in the ancestral hall of the Noble Zhang Family all the candles extinguished at once, the old man guarding the tomb was momentarily speechless before muttering, "Clearly, clearly, it was just half a year until the Stone Pavilion Opening..."

Many were regretful, many were confused, and countless others were shocked. Yet most just felt an indescribable strangeness.

No matter their status, whether out in the open or hidden away, they all shared a complex feeling.

They found it hard to imagine Noble Zhang falling overnight, yet they also felt a sense of relief that it wasn't their own family.

"Noble Zhang looked down on the skills of the Path. Though they amassed so much, to meet such an end..."

Amidst the confusion, someone murmured, "It seems... not surprising?"

"The most crucial point is..."

Someone finally dared to voice the deepest thought, "Doesn't this seem like... it's not a bad thing for us?"

"Not just 'not a bad thing,' it's damn well great news! With that place destroyed, who else in this world will dare to think they can stand on the heads of the Ten Surnames families?"

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It's over, it's over...

Everyone felt the impact of this ripple, and at that moment, every single one of them couldn't help but let their thoughts wander.

In this sea of confusion, it was Third Master Zhang who reacted the fastest, his face ashen, eyes forced wide open.

Looking towards Mr. Longjing, his eyes held no hatred or resentment, certainly no superiority, only deep despair and confusion as he asked, "Tell me, why... why did you do this?"

"If you wanted revenge, to vent your anger, or even to annihilate the Zhang family and plunge the world into chaos..."

"I could understand!"

"After all, you are an evil spirit; nothing you do is surprising!"

"But why, of all things, would you do this? What do you gain from it? This... this offers no benefit to you..."

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"Worldwide chaos, Zhang family exterminated?"

On the Divine Descent Platform, after shooting the sixth arrow, Mr. Longjing seemed full of vigor. He even laughed from the heart as he looked at Third Master Zhang and said with a smile, "What you mentioned, I already thought about twenty years ago."

"At that time, I could have achieved tranquility, but your Zhang family 'saved' me. My only thought then was to ensure your extermination, not even a whelp left alive."

"But that, after all, was a goal from twenty years ago..."

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His lips maintained a smile, satisfaction evident in his heart. He let out a light sigh before glancing mildly at him, saying, "But if I truly did that, wouldn't that be letting you off too easily?"

"The lives of everyone in the Noble Zhang Family are only enough to clear the debt from twenty years ago. As for the new debts and interest accrued over these past twenty years, how will you repay those?"