If not borrowing strength now, then when?
Indeed, just as Luo Chuan was mocking, the Mountain Protection Array opened, and a giant sword glowing with golden light flew out with a thunderous roar, accompanied by an old and calm voice: "Tianxuan Star is not a place for demon cultivators to do as they please. If you do not turn back, do not bla us for being ruthless."
Luo Chuan sneered: "I am hunting an enemy. Stay out of it if you know what's good for you, or don't bla for being rciless."
The person's voice remained calm: "I also ask this Daoist friend to leave. Do not bring personal grievances to this star."
"Boom!" The giant sword struck Luo Chuan, with the violent energy sending sea and sky into a frenzy.
Simultaneously, a large hand erged from the mountain, as if to swat Zhao Changhe off the planet.
Zhao Changhe, however, was unconcerned with this strike, not even dodging, as he infused all his strength into the Heavenly Book: "Now is the ti!"
...
During the frantic escape, the Ye sisters continually communicated through their divine souls.
"How is your injury? How much more ti do you need?" Ye Jiuyou was anxious.
"The injury from the Heavenly Dao, though not severe, won't heal quickly." Ye Wuming replied calmly, "But if it's just suppression, give a few more monts."
"If you suppress it, will healing later be more troubleso?"
"Yes."
Ye Jiuyou asked no more, and Ye Wuming said nothing further.
What does it matter if healing later becos more troubleso?
Both of their minds were focused on the outside world, on the scene of Zhao Changhe slashing through the path of life and death, shattering the celestial body.
His battle style had always been like this... often winning with a single strike, though more often ending up heavily injured. Most battles he'd faced were against stronger opponents.
Ye Wuming's gaze fell again on the Miao Region, where countless Spirit Clan wizards were forming an array, chanting constantly, with Ye Jiuyou and Piaomiao casting spells with closed eyes, the atmosphere solemn and oppressive.
No matter the urgency... not only was Ye Wuming's injury not healing quickly, but the witchcraft preparations over there were unlike ordinary arrays; they didn't take effect imdiately... so witchcraft even required prolonged rituals, like forty-nine days, to take effect. It's the extensive preparation that makes the final outco overwhelming.
Skills that take longer to prepare are naturally more powerful than instant-cast ones, even a ga at Zhao Mansion is set up like this, it's common sense.
Faced with an enemy like the Heavenly Dao, there's no room for compromise, or it would just be a waste of opportunity.
But the longer the preparation, the greater the pressure on Zhao Changhe. Ye Wuming had witnessed countless tis Zhao Changhe enduring great pressure in battles teetering on the brink of life and death, but this was her first ti witnessing it as one being protected.
This experience was very strange, indescribable in words.
The world suddenly trembled, as Zhao Changhe fell into the planet, slashing back, no longer able to maintain the stability of the world.
But no one had the ti to care about the world shaking at this mont; everyone was staring frozen at the scene of Zhao Changhe becoming white-haired in an instant, collectively speechless.
Ye Wuming tightly clenched her fists, her nails unconsciously digging into her palms, faintly drawing blood.
"So his na is Luo Chuan." Ye Jiuyou murmured, her voice filled with deep hatred, "I know now."
——Having one's true na unexpectedly can have additional effects in witchcraft.
The one Ye Jiuyou hated the most was never Ye Wuming, but the Heavenly Dao.
"It's about ti..." seeing Zhao Changhe lead Luo Chuan to attack soone else's Mountain Protection Array, Tang Wanju, who had been observing all along, understood the cue and quickly said: "Now is the ti."
Ye Jiuyou sliced open her own finger, letting a drop of fresh blood drip onto the Corpse Puppet's forehead.
"Boom!" The Corpse Puppet sat up, suddenly thrusting a hand into its own chest, grabbing a bloody giant heart, and crushing it to pieces.
Over there, Luo Chuan, who was dealing with the giant sword's attack, suddenly felt a piercing pain in his heart, as if it were about to shatter.
Fortunately, he was extraordinarily powerful, and at a critical mont, he managed to protect his heart and veins. However, the giant sword still passed through him, and Luo Chuan urgently dodged, fleeing thousands of miles to try to escape.
Within the Underground Sky Do beneath the Imperial Palace, the Four Symbols shone, and Emperor Ye returned to his place.
The people of the Four Symbols Sect watched as Ye Wuming vanished from the center, not knowing where she went, with even her aura impossible to trace. Their Four Symbols connection with Ye Wuming was lost, now linking the Night Palace above and the Jiuyou below.
——There had never been a true Emperor Ye; it was rely an order forcibly imposed by the Heavenly Dao. When order reverted to chaos, with light and darkness united, that was the original reappearance of the Heavenly Book, the fragnted spirit of the Heavenly Book reuniting.
Ye Jiuyou opened her eyes.
Piaomiao turned her head in shock, finding that Ye Jiuyou's aura had changed, now possessing an order, a ritual, a destiny and Qi veins not originally hers.
That aura was very familiar, lofty and suspended, the naless Emperor Ye.
Piaomiao had experience with this feeling... she once had her divine soul entangled with another, as if becoming one.
The Ye sisters had fused! And astonishingly, it was Ye Wuming who willingly abandoned her existence, fusing with Ye Jiuyou as the dominant one!
Zhao Changhe caressed the Heavenly Book, realizing he was no longer touching Ye Wuming, but Ye Jiuyou.
The Heavenly Book opened and closed, with ti and space, light and darkness, life and death, true illusion, and the Five Elents... all kinds of laws converging into a chaos-like cosmic black hole shadow on the pages, crushing towards Luo Chuan's fleeing direction.
The combined power of the Ye sisters had truly broken through the power of the Other Shore... and potentially not just the Early Stage, but at least the Mid Stage once ford.
Luo Chuan, simultaneously assaulted by witchcraft, the giant sword, and the Heavenly Book, finally couldn't withstand it, his entire body pulverized, the heart he just protected now exploding, with fragnts of his organs spraying out along with clots of blood, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
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