I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 239: The Fallen Immortal's Fateful Struggle

Xiao Hongyu smiled gently, and that smile was like a ghost fire in the underworld, making people shudder:

"Over the past few days, the Silent Immortal Sect has become the only faith in this land.

“With the power of countless believers, I borrowed some of your divine power, forcibly invaded the Endless Sea, and killed these original immortals by sacrificing them.

"My Lord, all of this is for you, so that we, the masters of the Silent Immortal Sect, can reach a higher peak."

Her words revealed an almost morbid fanaticism, a kind of servile piety that placed herself completely under the gods, but also carried a hidden danger.

Li Qingyun's heart tightened slightly. Although he had merged with the divine nature and became a true god in the dream world, he still felt an inexplicable and strange oppression when facing this woman.

He never thought that an ordinary cultivator in a dream could make him feel this way.

Xiao Hongyu's aura seemed more mysterious than before. She was not an extraordinary fairy, but a more peculiar existence.

"Your methods...are too extreme."

Li Qingyun said in a low voice, his eyes sweeping over the corpses.

He felt a little uneasy, but he could not deny that these sacrifices were indeed a huge help to him.

Xiao Hongyu showed a calm smile, she gently bent her knees and gave Li Qingyun an elegant and cool salute:
"My Lord, power is always based on sacrifice. I just completed this part for you."

Before he finished speaking, the corpses of the original immortals suddenly caught fire, turning into blazing blood-red lights that shot up into the sky like a blood-red firework, lighting the entire sky scarlet.

Blood rushed towards Li Qingyun and enveloped him.

That was pure power of rules and essence, which merged into his body without any hindrance.

Li Qingyun's body was enveloped in a blood-red light, and the pure power from the original immortal turned into a torrent, pouring into his limbs and bones.

He closed his eyes, feeling the power surging in his body. The power of rules became more and more surging, like a violent galaxy roaring and running in the depths of his soul.

"not enough."

Xiao Hongyu stood in the center of the blood mist, her voice soft but bewitching.

She raised her hands slightly, strange runes appeared in her palms, and a heavy and cold atmosphere filled the air.

"Lord Jixian, this is the second sacrifice I offer to you. It is the original immortal power from the deepest part of the Endless Sea. As long as you absorb them, you can completely transcend the limitations of this world and become the supreme master!"

Her voice was as low as the night wind, but it contained an unspeakable danger.

Li Qingyun opened his eyes, with complex light flashing in his pupils.

As his godhood was further improved, his control over the dream world became stronger and stronger, and he gradually became aware of some unusual things.

"Xiao Hongyu..."

He stared at the woman in front of him and said in a low voice, "What exactly is your purpose?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Hongyu smiled slightly, and the coldness in her eyes slithered like a poisonous snake.

"My purpose is not important. What is important is that you are the 'Ji' immortal, chosen by the heavens. Your existence will bring the ultimate answer to this world."

Her tone was gentle yet firm, but it was like an abyss hiding an unfathomable secret, which made people feel a chill in their hearts.

Li Qingyun remained silent, but a huge wave of emotions was rising in his heart.

As the power of rules continued to grow, his perception of this dream world became clearer and clearer.

He could feel that the structure of this dream was beginning to change because of his existence—the powers hidden in the abyss were awakening, and the entire world seemed to be wailing silently.

"This world...is falling apart."

A flash of enlightenment came into his mind, and he suddenly realized that his power was not only benefiting himself, but was also causing an irreversible impact on the entire dream world.

And all this seems to be related to Xiao Hongyu.

Li Qingyun suddenly remembered the warning given by Master Dongxuan. Those words pierced his mind like a cold blade:

The dream of the fallen immortal is a cage, and those who covet the godhood are just prisoners in this cage.

Once the power exceeds the limit of the cage, the seal will be broken and the dream will be left.

Now it seems that it is far from that simple. With a power beyond the dream, I am afraid that what was broken is actually another seal...

"Xiao Hongyu, who are you?"

There was a hint of coldness in Li Qingyun's voice.

Xiao Hongyu raised her head slightly, her eyes met Li Qingyun's, and the smile on her lips became more and more enchanting:

"Me? I am your believer, your servant, and a messenger who dedicates everything to you."

Her voice was soft and gentle, but it held a disturbing weirdness.

"No, you are more than that." Li Qingyun's eyes turned cold, "Your aura does not belong to this world, you are not even human...

"I understand! You are the incarnation of the Fallen Immortal, His will in the dream!"

Xiao Hongyu's smile froze slightly, but soon, a chilling sneer appeared on her face.

That smile no longer looked like that of a mortal, but more like a cold gaze that transcended time and space.

"I see, you finally noticed it."

She spoke slowly, her voice was distant, like the whispers of thousands of souls.

"You're using me."

Li Qingyun's voice was low and cold. "You asked me to absorb the divine nature, perfect the power of rules, and break the shackles of dreams. The ultimate goal is to make the fallen immortal truly wake up, right?"

Xiao Hongyu did not deny it. She just took a step forward lightly. The blood-red armor twisted in the light and shadow, as if soaked in blood.

Her figure flickered, her outline trembling slightly, as if she would transform into some indescribable existence at any time.

"Jixian, you are so smart, and what you said is so right."

There was a hint of regret in her tone, "But what does it matter? Everything is predetermined. From the moment you merged the first piece of the divine nature, you have become a part of this dream and the key to awakening my true body."

Li Qingyun's heart trembled, and he suddenly felt a cold chill surging up his spine.

He no longer hesitated, and swung the Hongmeng sword suddenly, tearing the void, trying to escape from the infinite space and escape from the control of the fallen immortal!
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With the cultivation level of a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, Li Qingyun crossed countless billions of miles and traversed countless void realms with just one step.

He stopped and his pupils shrank suddenly.

The sky was low, and the fields were filled with an indescribable mixture of red and thick ink, as if they were made up of countless broken scrolls.

The ancient and dilapidated city stood like a solidified abyss above the bloody wasteland, extending from the horizon to infinity, with a vague nothingness at the end.

The air was filled with the smell of decay and despair, like a wailing that had condensed for billions of years, weighing heavily on Li Qingyun's soul. He stood on the wasteland, holding the Hongmeng long sword in his hand, the power of rules surrounding him like a vortex, and the blade was emitting purple-gold light, like the only light source between heaven and earth.

However, at this moment, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were deep.

Just a moment ago, he used the power of the true god to split the void, trying to break free from the shackles of the dream, but found himself... back here again.

Everything before his eyes had not changed at all - the wasteland, the bloody sky, and Xiao Hongyu who was staring at him coldly.

The woman was still standing there, her figure lonely and elegant, her black hair falling like a waterfall, fluttering slightly in the wind.

There was a red light flashing in her eyes and a familiar sarcastic smile hung on the corner of her mouth, as if she had seen through all of Li Qingyun's struggles.

That smile was like the tongue of a poisonous snake, carrying with it a chill and a teasing feeling, entwining around his heart.

"Master Jixian, why did you come back again?"

Her voice was like a low elegy, coming faintly, carrying with it an indescribable allure and pity.

Li Qingyun took a deep breath and looked cold.

He did not answer, but raised the long sword in his hand, gathered the power of rules, and suddenly tore the space in front of him.

A crack suddenly appeared, and silver light gushed out from the crack. That was the real world beyond dreams!

He stepped into the crack without hesitation, and purple-gold light surrounded him.

However, just as his figure disappeared, he appeared again in the same place the next moment - the bloody wasteland, in front of Xiao Hongyu.

"What kind of magical power is this?"

Li Qingyun's voice was low, veins bulged on his hand holding the knife, his pupils shrank slightly, but he remained calm.

He did not rush to get angry, but looked around, trying to find anything unusual.

However, this wasteland did not change at all, everything was depressing and suffocating like a nightmare.

Xiao Hongyu raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at him with a smile, her red pupils revealing a deep coldness, like a bottomless abyss.

"This is not a magical power, and I am not a true god. What is trapping you is nothing but the power of fate."

Her voice was soft, as if it came from Li Qingyun's ears, but it carried some kind of irresistible pressure.

Li Qingyun ignored her and swung his knife again, cutting a crack in the void.

This time, he directly used the power of the true God's rules to construct a new space channel.

A brilliant sea of ​​stars appeared in the crack, which was the real place in his perception.

He rushed in without hesitation and turned into a stream of light.

But the moment he stepped into the sea of ​​stars, his feet once again stepped on the familiar bloody ground.

Everything around him had not changed. Xiao Hongyu was still standing in front of him, her calm eyes filled with some kind of indescribable pity.

"Master Jixian, you are back again."

She said softly, with a hint of helplessness and a hint of mockery in her tone, "Don't you understand yet? This is the origin of dreams, the realm of my true self, and everything exists in my thoughts. Time and space have no meaning here, and all your efforts are only adding some sad ripples to this cycle of reincarnation."

Li Qingyun was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and his eyes were as cold as a blade. His voice was low and firm:
"Rules are dead, but people are alive. Do you think these little tricks can trap me? If this is a cycle, I will break it!"

He raised the sword again, and purple-gold light burst out from the blade, transforming into thousands of sword beams, tearing the surrounding void into pieces.

However, no matter how powerful he was, the torn void would always recover in a strange way, and he was still trapped in this wasteland.

Above the sky, there was a faint humming sound. The sound did not belong to any living being, but to some more ancient existence.

Li Qingyun looked up and saw a huge serpent coiled in the sky, connected head to tail. Its huge body was like a chain connecting the entire world.

The krait stared at him silently. There was no emotion in its deep vertical pupils, only indifference and eternity.

His very existence seems to declare the irreversibility of fate.

"Krat snake... the source of fate..."

Li Qingyun muttered to himself, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Xiao Hongyu walked towards him slowly, her steps light and graceful, like a poisonous snake stalking in the dark night.

An inexplicable smile appeared on her face, and her voice was gentle but pierced Li Qingyun's ears like a thorn:

"My Lord, everything is in the operation of fate, over and over again. Fate has constructed the rules of this dream. The stronger you are, the harder it will be to escape, because the greater your power, the more you fit the shackles of this rule."

"You mean, the stronger I am, the harder it is to break free?"

Li Qingyun's tone was cold, but deep down in his heart, he was already quickly thinking about the possibility of breaking the impasse.

Xiao Hongyu nodded slightly, the red light in her eyes becoming more and more enchanting.

"That's right, Lord Jixian. I chose you not because you can escape, but because you have the qualities to truly become a god. Over the years, you are the first Outer Immortal who has been able to elevate his status to such a high level in my dream.

"Therefore, my will can truly penetrate into this dream and provide you with a little help..."

"You are part of this cycle, so please do not resist. The more you resist, the closer you will be to the ending I have already set."

There was an indescribable chill in her voice, and the air around her seemed to freeze because of her words.

Her figure trembled slightly and turned into some kind of twisted chaotic substance, which fluctuated like breathing in the dim light and exuded a strong smell of decay.

No matter from which angle Li Qingyun looked at the huge circular trajectory, it seemed like he was overlooking his own fate, unable to break free and unable to resist.

He suddenly closed his eyes and suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

When he opened his eyes, his gaze was as sharp as a knife, revealing an unshakable determination.

He is not a weak person, and he does not believe in the inevitability of fate.

"The krait is but the embodiment of will, and will is not irreversible."

Li Qingyun slowly raised his long sword, and the power of rules flowed on the blade like a shining purple-gold river.

He has seen through the workings of the serpent: it connects its beginning and its end, repeating itself over and over again. It uses time as a trajectory to construct an endless cycle of dreams, and he is the node in this ring.

Li Qingyun swung his sword again. This time, the sword light was not aimed at the crack in the void, but directly at the intersection of the ring snakes, the ring of fate that was connected from head to tail.

Purple-gold light gushed out, turning into the only light between heaven and earth, completely tearing the bloody sky apart.

"boom--"

The blade hit the intersection of the krait, and the deafening echo swept across the entire dream world like a tide...

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(End of this chapter)