**Chapter 110: Calamity, Eruption!**
Desperation often drives people mad.
During his escape, Hu Chuan was intercepted by Luxianbei. Injured by the “Reverse Demon Flower Curse” and losing control of his body, Hu Chuan was nearly beheaded by a sword, which had already placed him in a dire situation.
Therefore, his behavior became frantic, fully merging his body with the powers he acted out, abandoning his existence as a “human.”
“You know all secrets, for you spy from the wind, from the water, from every molecule. There is no concealment, no deception, no escape. Flesh and bl**d perish, and you will endure forever…”
“Your loyal devotee is willing to present this body before you, making countless offerings, calling you to awaken…”
Hu Chuan sealed his consciousness and repeatedly called out to that unfathomable “great” existence.
Years ago, when Zhang Shuo tormented him to the brink of d*ath, he begged for redemption every moment.
Anything would do—humans, urban legends, or other more mysterious, unknown, dangerous entities—as long as it could pull him from his sea of suffering.
Then, he heard a faint voice.
It sounded like a whisper from a high-dimensional being, appearing at that moment, undoubtedly the last straw for him. Without hesitation, he seized the opportunity and responded loudly to the whisper.
“…”
Human power has its limits. Choosing to give up at the right moment and embracing that great entity is the truth… Hu Chuan thought.
He was that kind of person.
He wouldn’t struggle, resist, or attempt to change his situation with his own strength. Perhaps he would make a token effort now and then, but only to prove to others, “Look, I tried, but it’s really impossible!” so he could feel justified.
Like a pool of filthy, tainted stagnant water, continually decaying in a corner, emitting foul odors, the wind might ripple the surface slightly, but then it would return to brewing ugliness.
Compared to those who maliciously “slander,” attributing negative meanings to objects and giving birth to calamity, the calamity inherently preferred those like Hu Chuan, who indulged in material desires and relied excessively on “items” to the extent of being willing to abandon their existence.
It is precisely because of such people that the existence of calamity was cemented.
Just like those who create bloody violence, happening to watch a certain movie or play a certain game, which in turn forced others to attribute negative meanings to that movie or game.
Thus, in response to Hu Chuan’s calls, the slumbering calamity began to stir, showering blessings upon its loyal worshippers.
Dachunyang Palace, Miaojiang Curse Village, Tulip Society, and the Bamboo Forest Society in Beishi…
In regions eroded by calamity’s power, tens of thousands of people gradually dulled in their pupils, unconsciously reciting softly alongside Hu Chuan, calling out towards dawn, towards night, and towards a reality that does not exist in the world.
Calling the calamity that slumbered in chaos awakened disturbed its dreams, bringing it gradually to consciousness.
Calamity, eruption!
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In a city, in a remote, neglected corner deep within Liao Zhai Tavern.
After sending off the leaders of the three factions invited today, the General remained alone, sitting in a chair by the window, swaying his wine glass and savoring his drink.
Seeing this persistent guest, Hu Boss flashed a hint of annoyance on his face, placing the bill before him, subtly issuing a dismissal order.
“Here! This is today’s bill. Since the business is done, pay up and get lost. Why are you lingering here?”
The General glanced at Hu Boss, furrowing his brow slightly, and replied calmly, “The task is not yet complete. Simply relying on the leaders of those civil forces may lead to negligence. Just in case, I need to remain here.”
Those areas where the civil forces are located are all within the eastern hemisphere, under the operational scope of Liao Zhai Tavern. If needed, he can reach the scene for assistance through Liao Zhai Tavern.
“Hey! Are you trying to cheat me?” Hu Boss put his hands on his hips and said angrily.
“…” The General looked at Hu Boss, pondering for a few seconds, then lowered his gaze to the appetizers and unfinished wine on the table and said lightly, “The wine isn’t finished yet.”
Upon hearing this, Hu Boss rolled his eyes, momentarily speechless.
After all, he was in the business of making money, and for someone like the General, who brazenly and justifiably acted unreasonable, he truly had no way to deal with it.
“Buzz—buzz—!”
On the table, the jade d*ath-Owl Badge suddenly vibrated.
The pale yellow nectar in the glass rippled.
The General lightly stroked the d*ath-Owl Badge with his fingers, quietly listening to the message that came from it. He furrowed his brow slightly and calmly said, “I understand. I’m on my way.”
The message from the d*ath-Owl Badge boiled down to one sentence—Beishi has fallen. Requesting support!
Then.
He raised his glass and drank it all in one go, standing up and cupping his hands toward Hu Boss, who was casting him resentful glances from a distance, “Hu Boss, don’t clear my food and drink. I’ll be back soon.”
Saying this, he swiftly walked out of Liao Zhai Tavern, moving through the narrow alley ahead.
A faint glimmer of cold iron emerged from behind him.
**[Mixed Spirit Patterns: Diagram of a Hundred Generals]** unfolded!
The faint glow spread, gradually enveloping him, outlining the contours of iron armor, solidifying progressively.
The iron attire adhered closely, exuding a sharp momentum.
A polearm wrapped in red tassels silently materialized in his hand.
Accompanying his steps, a resounding drumbeat and the high-pitched sound of suona (a traditional instrument) echoed in the air, performing the piece “Into the Formation.”
“…” Watching the General’s departing figure, Hu Boss raised his hand, wanting to say something but hesitating.
After the sounds of music faded in the alley, he silently sighed, stepping toward the table where the General had sat, skillfully warming the wine.
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In Beishi, Shilin Night Market.
The once-bustling night market, comparable to an all-night street, had descended into chaos.
Amid the piercing alarms, terror and screams rose like a tide, and amidst the din, incidents of trampling and crushing unfolded incessantly.
Countless people shouted in madness, their voices melding together, describing an unheard-of, terrifying urban legend.
At the end of the chaotic night market, numerous bodies fused with objects lay haphazardly on the ground. Almost all of their corpses bore a grotesque, frostbitten wound.
Pale, viscous liquid splattered everywhere, staining the water of a nearby artificial fountain white.
Two figures moved at high speed, darting between buildings, continuously intersecting, separating, and intertwining, an incessant clash of sharp metal filling the air.
After a long while, the two figures separated, confronting each other with blades drawn.
“Ha—ha—!” A disheveled, bl**d-soaked young man breathed heavily and raggedly.
This man was the young master of the Bamboo Forest Society.
He gripped a Tang saber that was longer than his own height, his expression dark as he gazed at the elder confronting him.
“Father… ha ha, I never expected that the brothers’ encounter with that terrifying urban legend, and ultimately being corroded by it, was something you silently permitted…”
Indeed, the elder the young master faced was his father, the current leader of the Bamboo Forest Society.
Earlier, upon returning after an appointment, young master had immediately found his father, recounting everything he learned from the General. However, it resulted in him being placed under house arrest without warning.
Until calamity erupted, he finally found the opportunity to carve a bloody path from confinement.
Then…
He saw the scene of his faction members gathering and calling out to the dangerous existence described by the General.
“I don’t understand why you would become this way.”
“Don’t understand?” the elder said in a deep tone, “For so many years, the development of the society has long hit a bottleneck. If we want to continue to grow, we must rely on this power! We were so close to success…”
In the elder’s hand was a Tang saber similar to that of the young master, its hilt crawling with pale, viscous substance that was gradually merging with his arm.
On that aged face, non-human, metallic-colored mottling began to emerge.
“…” The young master paused for two seconds, then said solemnly, “Yes, I don’t understand… but father, what I know is that your actions now are in direct opposition to the principles upheld by the Bamboo Forest Society for generations.”
“I’ve already notified the Siye Society. You will not succeed!”
“You…?” The elder froze momentarily and said coldly, “A traitor? Aren’t you afraid of d*ath?”
“…” The young master contemplated for two seconds and replied calmly, “To know one’s d*ath and accept it is called bravery!”
Benevolence, righteousness, and bravery are the three core tenets of the Bamboo Forest Society.
“Hmph! These tenets, I know better than you!” The elder sneered, “You think the Siye Society can be trusted? It’s too late—an envoy has called forth that great one, and it is awakening now…”
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud bang resonated from a distant skyscraper.
“Boom—!”
Amidst the roaring sound, a chaotic beam of light shot into the sky, shattering the rooftop of a skyscraper, and shattered glass walls and concrete debris were hurled into the sky before scattering.
The chaotic brilliance enveloped, and the entire Shilin Night Market was shrouded in light, eerie buzzing sounds ringing out.
In an instant, the people struggling and wailing in the market froze like stone, and with a rustling sound, their bodies were swallowed by objects.
Countless “objects” stirred restlessly, sharpening their teeth and thirsting for bl**d, ready to hunt humans.
“It’s a blessing, a blessing has arrived!” Cries of this sort resounded within the crowd.
At that moment, a figure clad in iron armor and wielding a red tassel polearm appeared in the air above the Shilin Night Market.
Accompanied by a dense aura of slaughter and a powerful spirit energy fluctuation spreading outward, something seemed to shatter behind that figure, with light and shadow swirling, distorting, dispersing, and then reassembling.
In the daze, it seemed as if a majestic figure adorned with a crown of golden hair, bedecked in a robe of a hundred flowers, wearing Tang ni armor, and fastening a lion-patterned belt emerged behind him, raised a longbow, and from a distance, aimed at the chaotic pillar of light, drawing the bow and shooting!
**Diagram of a Hundred Generals, Ninth: Fengxian’s Arrow of the Sabre!**
With the twang of the bowstring, a piercing shriek erupted, like a golden streak of light racing across the night sky, as if tearing a rift in the firmament.
The next moment, the heavens and earth shook violently, and scorching light spread outwards in all directions.
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In that chaotic space formed by the God Realm of Calamity.
Amidst the struggle to hold on and continually seeking countermeasures, Zhang Hainan suddenly felt a violent tremor in the space.
Following that, a brilliant golden light seemingly flew in from the void, piercing through the darkness, colliding with a writhing limb of the entity dubbed Urban Legend F, triggering severe tremors.
Was that… the General’s arrow? Zhang Hainan furrowed his brow.
Then, with the astonishing arrow piercing through reality and the God Realm, he briefly sensed the breath of the outside world.
Originally, having come here via Zixiao Terrace, he had temporarily cut off contact with the outside and was troubled about how to communicate the news that someone was calling forth the awakening of the Urban Legend F. But now, the opportunity had arrived!
He seized the moment, sending a message to the outside world during the brief tear in the God Realm of Calamity.
He communicated with the Wordless Book, Qing Xiazi, the elders of Dachunyang Palace, and that little Zhipianxian…
(Chapter written on the bus～)
