Lin Manor.
Lin Xiaoliu was practicing her swordplay alone when she suddenly froze. She looked up at the massive vortex churning overhead, her body beginning to tremble.
"This weather… it was just sunny a mont ago. How did it change so suddenly?"
Her father, Lin Shunhe, walked into the courtyard with a puzzled frown, idly rotating two tal spheres in one hand. He imdiately caught sight of Lin Xiaoliu shaking.
"Xiaoliu, did you sense sothing?" His expression turned grave at once.
Ever since Xiaoliu had sensed Lin Hui's predicant, the family had kept a much closer watch on her—particularly on those uncanny instincts of hers—and now, it seed, they had stirred again.
"I… I don't know! It feels like… brother… brother…" Lin Xiaoliu dropped her sword. Sweat broke across her forehead; her legs gave out and she crumpled to her knees.
Before she could finish, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
"Xiaoliu!" Lin Shunhe cried out in alarm, rushing to catch her. "Quickly—send for a physician!"
…
"This power… is incomprehensible!"
Xie Chang'an, the Great City Lord of Black Cloud, stared in awe at the massive vortex churning in the sky. For a mont, a helpless terror washed over him—the sa cold dread he had felt as a young and powerless boy facing a Mist giant.
At his current level of strength, even a mountain crashing down on him would crumble under a single palm strike. But the cyclone churning overhead dwarfed any mountain.
"As far as I know, no power in the Federation's history has ever triggered an atmospheric upheaval on this scale!" Nearby, the Second City Lord—the Mistborn Zhang Yao, Gongsun Xinlian's elder brother—collected himself and said in a low voice.
"No… there has been," Xie Chang'an said softly. "When the pantheon of gods attacked the Federation's Inner Court, there was a similarly staggering spectacle. But that was over five thousand years ago. In that instance, the pantheon was shattered, and the Federation suffered heavy casualties. Both sides ultimately called a truce, which gave Hongyin the opportunity to expand its strength."
"Could this Lin Hui possibly be connected to that original pantheon of gods?" Zhang Yao frowned.
"No… this is a power I have never seen before. It is not the power of a Mist God. It is more like so kind of pure, primal destructive force—whatever it is, its fundantal nature surpasses even a Mist God's domain," said Xie Chang'an.
"It's starting. Tuyue cannot possibly allow him to continue building montum like this," Zhang Yao noted.
Xie Chang'an snapped back and looked toward the battlefield once more.
…
Hovering in mid-air, Tuyue faintly sensed a terrifying pressure—like heaven's own mandate—bearing down on her. Her body grew increasingly heavy, her limbs sluggish. Every current of air pressed against her from all sides.
Nothing she had imagined ca close to this.
A re mortal!
Her pride as a Mistborn—honed over ages—refused to let her acknowledge the fear rising in her chest. Staring at Lin Hui in the distant eye of the storm, she finally moved.
She raised her right hand, palm facing outward.
"I will let you witness what we truly rely upon to dominate the world!"
"Open!"
Gray mist erupted from Tuyue's body in a violent surge, billowing outward in all directions.
"Super Divine Speed!"
In the blink of an eye, she vanished, hurtling toward Lin Hui at a speed beyond comprehension. Ten thousand ters per second? No—this had reached a level Lin Hui could not process at all. In a re thousandth of a second, Tuyue had already crossed several kiloters and arrived directly in front of him. Directly before the colossal storm cyclone.
This was not movent. It was closer to teleportation.
A palm strike!
Without hesitation, Tuyue drove her palm into the colossal gray cyclone that swallowed her entire view.
Boom!
A cataclysmic force erupted from her palm, driving a fan-shaped transparent shockwave directly into the heart of the cyclone. The entire cyclone shuddered. A gaping hollow was torn from its midsection—a visible, ragged cavity.
But in the next instant, air surged in from every direction and sealed the gap in a heartbeat.
Worse still, the impact fed back into the storm itself. The cavity Tuyue had blasted open sucked in air from sky and sea alike, feeding the Typhoon's rotation and accelerating it further.
Lin Hui floated within the eye of the storm, completely unscathed.
"Again!" Tuyue's expression changed. Losing to another Mistborn was one thing—but if she fell to this re mortal, it would haunt the Federation's annals forever.
"Super Divine Speed!"
She raised her hand once more. This ti, she did not rely solely on speed and Void Force. A dense, multi-colored radiance suffused her entire body.
"Mind-Spirit Descent!"
Bang!
In the next instant, her entire being exploded. She burst apart completely, dissolving into a vast swath of dense gray mist that rged directly into the Mist surrounding her—as though her entire body had broken down into countless drifting gray particles.
The sight gave Lin Hui—sword raised, ready to strike—a mont's pause.
Careful. Tuyue is going to use her true body. Gongsun Xinlian's voice sounded in his ears, grave and urgent.
The true strength of Mistborn lies in two things.
First: Mist True Body and Mind-Spirit Descent. This makes us undying. We transform our bodies into mist uniquely our own, reshaping the surrounding environnt to our advantage. Within that environnt, unless you destroy every particle of mist that constitutes us, you cannot defeat us.
Second: Evil Energy. Every Evil Weapon and Insect Canon possesses its own Evil Energy. Tuyue's Longevity Wheel can forcibly extract the lifespan of nearly any living being. Aside from those of the sa tier, or Mist Gods, all other creatures are utterly powerless to resist once she activates her Evil Energy. Of course, using Evil Energy carelessly is a massive drain—it forcibly accelerates Corruption—so she won't resort to it unless absolutely necessary. But be careful: the mont you see a third multi-colored eye open between her brows, retreat imdiately. Dive into the sea. The seawater will block her line of sight and isolate part of the Evil Energy. I will intervene then.
In that single instant, Gongsun Xinlian's mind-spirit had projected an enormous block of information directly into Lin Hui's mind—content that would have taken an ordinary person a dozen seconds to convey. It was a stark demonstration of a Mistborn's overwhelming mind-spirit capacity.
Mist True Body. Mind-Spirit Descent.
Lin Hui's expression turned solemn. He no longer hesitated. Though Ruyi could not lock onto a single target, the entire surrounding area fell within his attack range.
Then let's see which is stronger—your Mind-Spirit Descent, or my Typhoon Sword Technique.
He raised Ruyi high.
Typhoon Sword Technique—Secret Technique: Hole of Heaven's Mandate!
Swish!
In the next instant, Ruyi slashed down.
Simultaneously, a long, gray sword-shaped air current tore from the massive tornado. It stretched for thousands of ters—a tentacle of the storm itself—spinning around the core at trendous speed. As it spun, it grew faster and more frenzied, until, propelled by the tornado's terrifying velocity, it swept madly through everything within a radius of several thousand ters.
Amid thunderous vibrations, seawater was swept up and drawn in. Howling gales drowned out all other sounds, while lightning forked into blue spiderwebs crawling inside and out of the sword-shaped current. It swept and cleaved without rcy through everything in its path.
On the other side—in the wake of Tuyue's detonation—an area spanning several thousand ters was shrouded in a dim, blood-red hue. The seawater appeared dyed red, and a thick mat of flesh and blood spread across the churning surface. Countless tiny particles resembling grayish-white spores drifted through the air. Like grains of sand, they scattered in all directions; where they touched the water, they rapidly swelled into massive clumps of gray spores. Those clumps then decomposed, burst apart, and scattered yet more spores outward.
Tuyue had beco a vast, virulent growth—a living pollution spreading and multiplying in every direction.
The countless spores multiplied and condensed with terrifying speed, forming a colossal white arm—a hazy, grayish-white giant hand dozens of kiloters long. It spread its five fingers wide and, with a sound like wind shrieking, lunged through the air toward the tornado.
A giant spore hand. A grayish-white tornado.
The two were nearly equal in scale.
"This has left the mortal realm entirely behind—this is a natural disaster!"
Far away, among the mbers of the Clear Wind Dao, Su Yaping—the only one with the sensitivity to perceive the battle—was covered in goosebumps. Even from inside the city at that distance, he couldn't help but stagger back several steps, nearly falling from the roof. Though he couldn't see the scene directly, the sheer magnitude of those two clashing forces—the rolling fluctuations of power, the cascading shockwaves—let him piece together the horror of what was happening.
You are courting death! Tuyue's furious roar radiated outward from the giant hand—not a soundwave, but the diffusion of mind-spirit power, information that arrived with the force of a voice.
In the next instant—
The explosive force of the collision between the giant hand and the tornado manifested as a sphere of white light, erupting violently between them.
BOOM!
For one suspended instant, everything seed to stop. The seawater ceased its surging. The violent winds ceased their howling. The Mist halted its sweeping motion. It was as if all of creation had been frozen.
Then everything resud.
The sonic explosion had exceeded the range of human hearing entirely. It propagated instead as a purely destructive fluctuation, rippling outward in dense concentric rings across a radius of several hundred kiloters.
The giant hand collapsed and scattered, re-condensing back into Tuyue's body. The tornado decelerated and disintegrated, scattering completely to reveal Lin Hui at its core.
A web of bloody cuts traced itself across both their bodies.
"Interesting! This is interesting!" Tuyue cackled, high and sharp. "Very good! Let us begin the second phase. You didn't think our Mist True Bodies would collapse so easily, did you? As long as the Mist endures, we endure! You are not a Mistborn. You lack even the ability to harm the Mist itself. What have you got left to fight
with?"
"That's exactly what I was thinking." Lin Hui raised Ruyi high once more and flicked his wrist.
Clang.
A sword hum rang out.
The crushing vortex overhead descended once more as a new tornado took shape. The sea surged upward to et its base. Sky and sea converged once more.
A new tornado had ford.
"As long as the sky's rotation endures, my sword endures. This is the Typhoon intent."
"Kill!"
"Slash!"
The two charged at each other once again. The giant hand and the tornado slash rapidly took shape—and collided head-on.
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