At this mont, ti seed to stand still.
Only that arrow, gleaming with a halo yet imbued with a deathly force, flew toward Li Ye.
Locked onto, Li Ye felt a sense of impending doom, a palpitation close to death.
Honestly speaking.
Since he traversed... no, even before the traversal, he had never experienced such a near-death feeling.
Even more terrifying, he was powerless to resist.
Because the mont he saw that arrow, it had already pierced into his manifested Divine Soul, accompanied by unbearable pain.
Just like that, Li Ye.
Shattered.
Turned into countless pieces.
Shattering in the eyes of Wei Qingye and Chen Mo, who hadn’t even had ti to respond.
"..."
"..."
The two of them were montarily stunned.
Even knowing that it was rely Li Ye’s avatar, with his true form still on Ruoquan Island under the protection of the Moon God Wangshu’s power, they felt a near-violent fury rising in their hearts.
Whether it was the Four Seasons Sect or Celestial Vein Sword Mountain, when could they stand by and watch their comrade or friend be "killed" like this?
"It’s alright."
Although Chen Mo said this.
He had already waved his hand grandly.
Taking out so materials "gifted" to him by friends from the Mountain and Sea World from his storage pouch.
There was essence blood of Bifang, the heart of Xuan Turtle, even the tail feathers of Suzaku and the gaze of the Candle Dragon...
These extrely rare materials spread waves around him, actually transforming into nurous mythical existences.
Especially the Candle Dragon.
Upon its appearance, it imdiately locked eyes on the Gnostic School cultivator hiding beside the Black Fox King.
Eyes open as day, closed as night.
Now as it gazes upon the other, it represents the infinite heavenly light already shining, wherever its gaze falls.
Even the process of the Treasure Lotus Lamp gathering spiritual power was interrupted by it.
Clearly.
It’s at the Nascent Soul level, and not just any Nascent Soul.
"Ha, using myth to nourish treasures, did you really think the Four Seasons Sect hasn’t studied such Dharma thods?"
Chen Mo sneered at the cultivator concealing his form:
"This shouldn’t have been ntioned to outsiders."
"But alas, now you’re all going to die here, so it doesn’t matter."
"Since two thousand years ago, one of our elders acquired so of your Dharma thods and deciphered them, though truly these thods defy the natural order; moreover, with the Mountain and Sea World, we can nurture the treasures of myth ourselves."
As soon as his words ended.
Before the Candle Dragon could unleash its divine techniques.
A breathtaking Sword Qi arose from the void.
The undulating Sword Qi was bronze-colored, not that luxurious gold, but rusted bronze.
Anything touched by this rust, whether Golden Core or Nascent Soul, felt like enduring millennia of erosion, incapable of even struggling before instantly fragnting into countless copper shavings scattered about.
"..." The words Chen Mo intended to say couldn’t co out.
Damn.
How is this Sword Cultivator more insane than him?
Isn’t that the Heaven-Inclining Sword, one of Celestial Vein Sword Mountain’s secret legacies?
A legendary technique used by Celestial Vein Sword Mountain’s ancestor to cleave chaos and open the initial world, allowing the Four Seasons Sect’s ancestor to build the Jianmu Array that anchored ti and space.
It is said that because the ancestor, when idle in the newborn world, practiced this technique and caused the heavens to collapse, thus earning the na Heaven-Inclining Sword.
Such an ultimate killing art, Chen Mo could already see Wei Qingye bleeding, his whole body riddled with holes, barely hanging on.
He hurriedly controlled the array to bring the latter over.
Solemnly stuffing him with a handful of pills, he frowned and said: "Why do this, we both know it’s just an avatar!"
Yet who knew Wei Qingye would faintly smile: "But I feel the Sword Heart Spiritual Jade is sowhat fractured..."
"..."
Chen Mo was montarily stunned, waving his hand at the surrounding Mountain and Sea Divine Beasts.
The divine beasts, long impatient, imdiately pounced, initiating a battle — it is the primal ferocity of the Mountain and Sea Divine Beasts, their rage response to "danger."
So.
No matter how the Fox Race Nascent Souls tried to defend.
They couldn’t stop themselves from being torn, bitten, devoured...
The Gnostic School cultivator was the most miserable, locked by the gaze of the Candle Dragon, coupled with the sword Qi of the Heaven-Inclining Sword dispersing, his physical body and soul would alter through endless ti.
Until his intelligence was entirely consud, only then would he perish.
The celestial phenona of blood and Nascent Soul’s destruction never ceased, all poured onto the earth, even forming a river of blood.
Likewise devoured by the Weak Water.
"Let’s go."
"At least see what the situation outside is like."
"The junior brother surely can’t be dead, at most rely injured."
Commanding these Mountain and Sea Divine Beasts was an imnse pressure for Chen Mo as well, he supported Wei Qingye to stand.
The two were just about to tidy up and leave.
When they saw the beavers gathered by the Lotus Pond.
In the profound Weak Water, unknown when, the lotus had fully blood.
The golden petals swayed in the breeze, exuding a sense of carefree elegance.
The light it emitted was more compassionate and dazzling than the River Beavers’ Treasure Lotus Lamp, yet devoid of any... distinction between Dao and Demon.
Golden halos ascended from countless lotus flowers.
Gradually spreading throughout the entire Grotto Heaven.
Especially surrounding Wei Qingye and Chen Mo, starting to nd their injuries.
The speed of this restoration was indescribably swift, affecting the Divine Soul, body, and even restoring Divine Sense and vitality; under this radiant glow, one’s being imdiately returned to peak condition.
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