Longzang

Chapter 284 A Better Ending

Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control, a halo suddenly fell from the sky and landed precisely on the part of a flag that was raised high in opposition.

This halo possesses immense power to subdue demons and monsters, and also has the ability to suppress the primordial spirit and bewilder the mind. Once trapped in this halo, the newly awakened innate wisdom in that area disappears, and the newly learned immortal techniques are completely forgotten.

Wei Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then remembered something. The magical aura contained in the light circle was quite familiar. He had faced it many times over the past ten years. It was the method of his senior sister.

She...saw it all?

For a moment, Wei Yuan only wanted to smash his head against Jade Mountain and die. But a faint voice in his heart stubbornly said, "What's the big deal? It's not like I haven't seen this before...more than once..."

Thankfully, the sound was finally suppressed. Wei Yuan took a deep breath, feeling more tense than when facing the more than 100,000-strong army of the Witch Clan. A stroke of luck amidst misfortune—thankfully it was his senior sister; if it had been his master…

At this point, Wei Yuan could only regain control of his body once the spiritual energy in each part of his body subsided. This process would take a little time, so Wei Yuan decided to take stock of his gains.

He looked up and saw the girl.

At this moment, the girl stood motionless with her back to Wei Yuan, as if nothing had happened. However, after absorbing all of Wei Yuan's extraterrestrial fortune, the details of her body became more detailed, making her look more like a person than a statue.

Unlike other faceless warriors, Daoji Yinyang had nothing covering her body. Previously, apart from her face, her entire body was seamless, but after this activation, the details had become more defined.

Details are the devil.

Wei Yuan strolled around casually with his hands behind his back, looking at the surroundings, until he reached the girl.

Then Wei Yuan seemed to ponder, realizing that if she were to go out again in the future, he would probably have to prepare some clothing. But unless it was a matter of life and death, Wei Yuan would never dare to let her be exposed to the light of day, for if the Witch Clan found out, it would be a catastrophe.

Moreover, the activation of Dao Foundation Yin Yang alone consumed eighteen strands of celestial fortune for advancement, and it still wasn't enough. Wei Yuan vaguely sensed that the sword strike that astonished heaven and earth and time probably used far more than eighteen strands of fortune; the rest was likely borrowed from the shadow in the moon.

Wei Yuan felt heartbroken at the cost of such an expensive sword strike, feeling that his own life was not worth such a great deal of trouble.

Wei Yuan walked past the girl without stopping, circling around to the Red Lotus Bodhi tree. The soil around the Bodhi tree was now fine and fertile; getting close made him feel clear-headed and his mind instantly more lucid.

Wei Yuan suddenly remembered that the Dao Foundation Yin Yang was now his own, so why did he still need to peek? Why couldn't he just look at it openly and honestly, looking at it over and over again?

However, to be fair, Yin Yang truly deserves to be called the best in the world; in terms of appearance alone, she is no less than Yuan Fei.

Wei Yuan then realized that he was thinking about random things again. It seemed that the influence of those rebels outside was still quite strong and needed to be further eliminated.

Meanwhile, in another small world, Ji Liuli and Zhang Sheng stood side by side. Ji Liuli's smile was extremely strange, and a circle of light kept swirling between his fingertips, exactly the same one he had used to trap Wei Yuan.

Ji Liuli praised, "Even with such serious injuries, you still have such thoughts. You're really young..."

Zhang Sheng stood with his hands behind his back and suddenly said, "My disciple has grown up."

At this moment, Zhang Sheng's figure appeared somewhat desolate and forlorn.

Ji Liuli said, "Isn't it just right that they've grown up..."

Before she could finish speaking, a rift suddenly appeared in the void beside her, spewing out endless blade light. Feng Tingyu leaped out of the rift. She saw Ji Liuli and Zhang Sheng, greeted them, then determined her direction and raised her eight-foot-long sword again.

Zhang Sheng's expression changed slightly. This strike was powerful enough to cleave through the void, and judging from its direction, it led directly to the small world where Wei Yuan was. Feng Tingyu cleaved through the void with her strike and began to dive inside. However, a flawless hand appeared behind her, grabbed the back of her neck, and lifted her up.

Feng Tingyu kicked his legs in mid-air several times, but he remained in the same spot, while the void rift in front of him had closed.

Zhang Sheng loosened his grip, and Feng Tingyu fell to the ground.

She turned around and asked in confusion, "What are you doing? I'm going to save Wei Yuan!"

Ji Liuli suppressed a smile and said seriously, "You're going the wrong way. That area isn't suitable for children right now."

Feng Tingyu glanced at Zhang Sheng, then at Ji Liuli, as if she understood something. But she was clearly unwilling to accept it. Staring at Ji Liuli, she did a few chest-expanding exercises and then said, "Except for my young age, everything else about me is quite something. Watch your words next time!"

Ji Liuli's smile froze on her face.

With a swift stroke of his longsword, Feng Tingyu cut through the void and departed for another small world.

Ji Liuli's face darkened, and he suddenly said, "This girl harbors malicious intentions; we must be careful. Hmph! Don't let me catch her off guard, or I'll definitely teach her a lesson on behalf of her ancestor!"

Zhang Sheng remained standing with his hands behind his back, and said leisurely, "What bad intentions could someone from the Mingwang Palace possibly have?"

At this moment, Wei Yuan finally returned to his own body, feeling exceptionally warm and familiar, like a long-awaited reunion. The only downside was the lingering chill in his lower body, a lingering effect of the halo. This chill was calming and soothing, but it also left the rebel feeling utterly demoralized, making it unsuitable for him to see Consort Yuan again.

The chill lingered, and it was unclear when it would dissipate.

Wei Yuan's wounds had mostly healed, and there was nothing outwardly abnormal, but his internal body was still quite active. After the spiritual energy in various parts subsided, some fragments inevitably wandered to the wrong places. Some had already grown in the wrong locations.

Therefore, those who have made a mistake must pull themselves down from their current position and return to their original position.

Some fragments, clearly misplaced, refuse to acknowledge it and refuse to return to their proper place. So the blood, without hesitation, kills those fragments and removes them as waste to their rightful organs.

It felt like countless ants were crawling and biting inside Wei Yuan's body, causing both itching and pain, an indescribable discomfort.

Only then did Wei Yuan have time to recall the battle he had just fought, and the more he thought about it, the more something seemed amiss. The swordsman in plain clothes was only a hair's breadth away from perfection in his Dharma form, and he had abandoned secondary aspects, concentrating his essence into a single sword strike, making it incredibly powerful, even more terrifying than many perfected Dharma forms.

The Eternal Sword in his hands had returned to its original simplicity, a masterpiece of effortless skill. Let alone a Dao Foundation cultivator, even an ordinary Dharma Aspect cultivator would likely not be able to withstand a single strike from his sword, and would perish after three strikes.

How could someone so close to becoming a True Monarch be abandoned in this fragment of a grotto-heaven? Although the swordsman in plain clothes was in a strange state, not like someone with sentience, even if he was just a guardian spirit, he was still a priceless treasure and there was absolutely no way he would be thrown into this fragment of a grotto-heaven.

Wei Yuan glanced over and saw the giant sword still stuck in the white jade square, with its hilt lying beside it. He walked over, but had to stop after only two steps. At this moment, several pieces of Wei Yuan's intestines were missing and had not been fully reattached; any sudden movement tore them open again.

Clutching his lower abdomen, Wei Yuan slowly moved to the side of the greatsword. At this moment, the greatsword's blade was dull and lifeless, its edge completely unsharpened.

But the scene of the swordsman in plain clothes flicking his sword with his finger, knocking down countless flying swords, was still imprinted in Wei Yuan's mind. So he imitated the swordsman in plain clothes and flicked his sword with his finger as well, but there was no sound at all.

Wei Yuan snorted, pretending nothing had happened, picked up the sword hilt, and examined it carefully.

The sword hilt was made of wood, wrapped with the sinews of an unknown spirit beast. It felt rough and hard to the touch, like holding a rock. Wei Yuan probed the hilt with his divine sense and entered a vast, empty space. A swordsman in plain clothes stood there, holding his sword, and said to Wei Yuan, "...You've finally come."

(End of this chapter)