The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 457
Chapter 457: Asking Heaven
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“True Monarch, with your power, the Elf King has no escape!”
“In all the lands, only a god could stand against you!”
“No, even the gods themselves might not be your equal!” The plump cultivator flattered, his face filled with sycophantic admiration.
The elves, witnessing this scene, felt their hearts sink.
Chen Lin had always been proud, his gaze set high above the world. If even he groveled before this man, then the person in the shadows was no ordinary figure.
“Silence!” The man in the shadows did not need flattery.
Chen Lin immediately slapped his own mouth and barked, “Capture the Elf King alive!”
“Run!” Bi Yue’s cry rang through the air as the elves scattered in all directions.
“Is today truly the day our people face extinction?” The elder despaired, gazing toward the heavens. “O divine one, you are fair and just! Why do you not stand for the elves?”
“God, open your eyes!” His voice cracked with sorrow, his eyes bleeding with tears.
“You govern the Three Realms! Have you truly abandoned the Spirit Realm?” The elder lifted his face to the sky. Today, even if it cost him his life, he would demand justice.
This was the Spirit Realm, the closest place to the divine.
Yet under the very eyes of the gods, elves were being captured and sold like livestock.
“He is asking Heaven!” The man in the shadows recognized the elder’s intent. Flames engulfed the elder’s body, turning him translucent as a pillar of light shot into the sky.
“He is burning his very being to question the heavens! True Monarch, we cannot let him succeed! If the Divine Realm hears of this—what then?”
The saying was no empty threat—”Three feet above, the gods listen.”
The True Monarch stood on the ship’s bow, indifferent, his gray eyes carrying a trace of mockery.
He raised a hand, and the cultivators halted.
“Let him ask!” Though he committed unspeakable sins, he remained utterly unrepentant.
Chen Lin hesitated, glancing nervously at the sky before stepping back behind the True Monarch.
The elves had been favored by heaven. If an elder burned himself to ask the heavens, his plea might truly reach the gods.
“The elves plead to the divine! Grant us justice!”
The elder’s blood-tears fell in heavy droplets, staining the ground red.
“When the Heavenly Dao crumbled, the elves fought alongside the gods to protect the Three Realms! We lost more than half our people in that war. We retreated into the forests to heal, and yet now, we face extinction!”
“We saved the world, and this is our reward? Divine one, open your eyes!”
“To save the world, our warriors perished on the battlefield! Is this how Heaven repays us?”
“I refuse to accept this!” His voice trembled with grief. Their people were hunted, captured, imprisoned—what had they done wrong?
“God, answer me!”
“God! Answer me!”
His voice echoed, reaching toward the sky. The divine radiance flickered above—but no answer came.
Madam Ning cradled a small elf in her arms. The child looked up at the heavens, confused.
“King, did the gods not hear?” the girl’s voice was soft, trembling with fear as she gazed at the massive ship above.
Madam Ning’s throat tightened as she held the child closer.
“They heard us. They heard our cries, our sorrow.”
Yet she wished they had not.
At least then, their faith would remain unshaken.
The elder’s blood-tears flowed down his cheeks as he stared blankly at the divine glow.
The gods watched from above. They had seen the elves’ suffering, heard their plea for justice.
Yet they remained silent.
“Hahaha…”
“Hahahaha…” The elder laughed and wept, his laughter turning mad as flames consumed him.
“So this is how it is… this is how it truly is.”
The fire raged around him, but his gaze was colder than ice.
His faith collapsed.
The gods were no longer just.
The gods had abandoned the mortal world.
His belief shattered, and with it, his life faded. Yet even as he fell, his eyes remained fixed upon the heavens, as if trying to see beyond the clouds, to find someone who would answer.
“Elder…”
“Elder…” The young elves muffled their cries, sorrowful and hopeless.
Chen Lin warily eyed the heavens, sensing the presence of the divine.
But the gods…
Did not deliver judgment.
As the divine glow faded, the True Monarch said coldly, “Ask Heaven all you want. The Dao itself will not save you.”
“What are you waiting for? Move!”
Chen Lin quickly bowed and scrambled to obey. “Yes, yes!”
“Go!”
Dark-clad cultivators descended upon the elves. Terror spread through their ranks as they fled in desperation.
“Ah!”
“Mother! Father! Save me!” The children’s cries pierced the air.
Bi Yue and Ling Long exchanged a glance, standing firm with their people. Their eyes shone with determination.
The adults stepped forward, forming a wall of flesh and blood.
Bi Yue met the Elf King’s gaze. “My king, the elves will not escape this calamity.”
“The elder foretold that only you can preserve our bloodline, our last hope. We entrust the young to you.”
Madam Ning turned abruptly, looking behind her.
A handful of children, their eyes brimming with tears, stared longingly at their parents.
They could stay and die together.
But they must not.
They were the last of their people.
Madam Ning clenched her scepter, feeling as if a thousand blades tore through her heart. It hurt so much she could not breathe.
How could she be worthy? How could she be their king, their final hope?
“My king, go.”
“Today, we will fight to preserve our bloodline!” The elves roared with battle spirit.
They would pave a road with their lives!
“Go!” Bi Yue shouted, and the battle began.
The children, though frightened, did not hesitate. They had grown up in flight, already accustomed to running for their lives.
One by one, the elves fell, their blood forming a crimson path.
“Capture them alive! Do not kill them!” Chen Lin ordered.
He turned to the True Monarch with an ingratiating smile. “The elves are valuable commodities…”
The elves fought without fear of death, carving an escape route for Madam Ning.
Just as she was about to flee, a massive hand reached for her.
In panic, a small clay figurine slipped from her grasp.
The tiny clay doll hit the ground—and transformed into a mighty silver-armored warrior, exuding an aura of righteousness.
With a single swing of his sword, the massive hand was severed.
Dark energy curled around the severed limb, revealing the poison on the warrior’s blade.
A shocked cry rang from the great ship.
Realization struck Madam Ning. Remembering Chao Chao’s words, she hastily threw down the rest of her clay dolls.
One by one, they landed—transforming.
Eighteen warriors, like gods descending, stood before the elves.
The elves froze, staring in stunned disbelief at the sudden emergence of these battle-hardened soldiers.
The silver-armored warriors fought like legends, their blades unmatched.
But what shook the heavens most—
Was the True Monarch’s reaction.
He stepped back in alarm, his very Dao trembling.
A fear deeply rooted in his soul resurfaced—an ancient terror long buried in time.