Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 409, Section 101: A Galaxy of Stars (Part 5)

Kato Ren continued to walk slowly into the distance.

Without hesitation, Fu Xun immediately activated [Iron Horse and Ice River], wanting to continue clearing the way, but found that the ice crystals could not be condensed here.

“It’s [Tiger Ink Agarwood].” Jin Ziyue also noticed it.

One more step forward and they'll be within the range of [Tiger Ink Agarwood], at which point neither of them will be able to unleash their life-changing abilities.

“I am a soul, leave it to me,” Chen Xingtong volunteered.

She is a soul entity, not a life-ordained spirit. The "World Anchor" primarily absorbs life-ordained spirit energy, and with the influence of the pillar of light, there are no deadly or malevolent life-ordained spirits roaming around her, so she is relatively safe.

"Wait a minute." Jin Ziyue stopped her, then sat cross-legged and said to Fu Xun, "Xun, take good care of my health."

These words startled Fu Xun, but his expression quickly turned to surprise: "What do you want to do!"

Jin Ziyue didn't speak, but simply sat up straight and closed his eyes.

"You bastard, when did you learn this move?!" Fu Xun cursed.

He had already guessed what Jin Ziyue was going to do.

Previously, Jin Ziyue had discussed a concept with him: the "Soul Prayer and Dream Invocation" was a spell that allowed an individual's soul to be transferred through dreams. Conversely, could it also allow the caster's soul to be transferred?
Earlier, I had tried this approach. Unfortunately, I failed then. Now, I think it was because of the difference between destiny and "momentum." Jin Ziyue had quietly grasped the essence of "destiny and momentum," and his renewed exploration actually led to his success.

Admittedly, he could rush in on his own, but once inside the domain of [Tiger Ink Incense], if he couldn't wake Chen Ruolan, it would be too late to use soul techniques.

In the soul's vision that Fu Xun couldn't see, Chen Xingtong watched Jin Ziyue sit down cross-legged. A moment later, even though the original body didn't move, another layer of double image appeared.

No, his faint form clearly indicates that he is a soul entity just like mine.

"You, you—" Chen Xingtong was extremely surprised.

"Let's go." Jin Ziyue's soul floated out of his body, and strangely enough, he was still holding the knife in his hand.

Seeing Chen Xingtong staring at the violent weapon in his hand, he explained, "This is a weapon I crafted using my destiny. The [Pupil] and [Soul Eye] have excellent compatibility."

Because he frequently infuses his soul power into [Tongwan] to unleash the ability to exorcise spirits and slay souls, over time, Jin Ziyue has also been able to replicate Tongwan in his soul state.

Chen Xingtong inwardly cursed Jin Ziyue, thinking he was a born killer, but she didn't show it on her face and quickly followed.

Jin Ziyue was familiar with the route and moved as nimbly as a fish. His soul state was unaffected by gravity and was driven entirely by his will. He almost took a step and charged straight forward.

Chen Xingtong could barely keep up, and soon arrived near the crystal, where she was able to observe Chen Ruolan up close.

Chen Ruolan was still asleep, curled up in the crystal. The knife wound on her chest had healed, but the torn shirt and the bright red bloodstains still showed the pain of her chest being pierced.

The girl with wine-red hair slept peacefully, her face still as pale as paper, even her lips were bloodless, a stark contrast to her usual carefree and fierce personality.

The only relief was that the fine, grayish-white scales on her body had gradually disappeared, and her physical condition was gradually stabilizing; her chest could be seen rising and falling with each breath.

“Ruolan…” Chen Xingtong’s gaze softened, and she couldn’t help but reach out her hand.

"Be careful." Jin Ziyue didn't have time to stop her. When Chen Xingtong touched the crystal, it suddenly turned red, and a strong burning sensation suddenly traveled up her fingertips.

Then, a numbing sensation, like dissociation, spread through me.

"Ah!" Chen Xingtong cried out in pain as he was thrown back by the burst of energy.

Jin Ziyue followed closely behind, but he was on guard and was only pushed away by the violent fluctuations. As he retreated, he grabbed Chen Xingtong and helped her regain her balance.

"It hurts so much." Chen Xingtong said, still shaken.

Jin Ziyue could see it more clearly. Although he was at the very center of the energy eruption and his vision was limited, he clearly noticed that Chen Xingtong's soul had dimmed somewhat. This crystal could even absorb a soul.

"It should be a defense mechanism to prevent souls from coming into contact with the 'World Anchor'."

"Can it be broken?" Chen Xingtong asked with a hint of hope.

"Let me try."

Jin Ziyue activated his soul [Tongwan], held the knife in both hands, held his breath and concentrated, and just like in a real battle, when his energy and spirit reached their peak, he suddenly slashed out with his knife.

The next moment, the red crystal seemed to awaken, and a red halo rose from the bottom, forming a huge shock wave similar to Saturn's rings, which spread horizontally in all directions.

"what!"

A massive storm swept through his soul, and Chen Xingtong was thrown over again. A red light swept past, and Jin Ziyue also suffered a real backlash, his soul state blurred for a moment, and his face turned deathly pale.

For a fleeting moment, Jin Ziyue's consciousness vanished into nothingness, as if his soul would be shattered into countless particles by the heavens and earth at any moment.

He forced himself to stand up, clenched his teeth, and squeezed out two words: "Useful."

“Jin Ziyue…” Chen Xingtong looked at him with concern, but couldn’t say anything more.

The man stared at the red crystal, its diamond-like, multifaceted surface revealing a notch, indicating that the defense was not indestructible.

He instructed Chen Xingtong: "Stand back a bit. Based on this thickness, there are still three more hits."

Chen Xingtong knew this was not the time to hesitate, so she immediately retreated far away.

She had just walked a short distance away, near the breaching barrier, when a more terrifying shock suddenly came from behind her.

"Om-"

Even though she had already retreated some distance, the shockwave still threw her into the air. Her soul form wouldn't vomit blood, but she only felt pain and nausea all over her body.

Even she was affected to this extent when she ran far away, so what about Jin Ziyue...?

Chen Xingtong couldn't believe it; the only thing she was certain of was that this guy had increased the force of his attack.

By the time Chen Xingtong struggled to her feet, Jin Ziyue had already stood steadily, albeit shakily.

He adjusted his breathing, gripped the knife, raised it high above his head, and an aura of domineering dominance emanated from its center—

Then, in Chen Xingtong's eyes, the trajectory of the sword swings seemed to be in slow motion. The blade twisted to the side, slashed diagonally, and the edge left afterimages. As the first strike landed, the second, the third, followed immediately, overlapping endlessly. It was as if the dimension of time itself had been stretched out, with each strike following the previous trajectory, and for an eternity, only the long sword was slashing.

"Clang—click."

The red crystal emitted a series of strange noises, and with a "beep," a large chunk of it cracked open!

At the same time, the red light that erupted this time was far more powerful than before. Countless halos spread out, like ripples spreading in layers, sweeping across Jin Ziyue's soul.

Although he gritted his teeth and persevered, with each sweep, his light and shadow would dim a little, as if countless dust and pebbles were shaken off his body. After a series of ripples, he had become so thin that he was almost transparent.

Chen Xingtong's heart clenched inexplicably; she had already sensed that something was wrong with Jin Ziyue: "Jin Ziyue!"

Jin Ziyue knelt on the ground, his hand holding the sword trembling uncontrollably. He slowly stood up, still holding the hilt of the sword, and raised his hand to stop Chen Xingtong from approaching.

Chen Xingtong stopped and stared at the man who was breathing heavily.

"One last moment."