Xiaoxia

At this moment, a strange scene happened.

The cold white divine power at the broken end of Zhihuan suddenly surged, quickly covering the flesh and blood like a thin layer of ice.

The protruding flesh gathered inward at a visible speed. White bone slowly grew from the broken ends. Even the ruptured tendons seemed to reconnect bit by bit, as if alive. Silken threads shimmering with cold light intertwined in the air. The severed hand on the ground even levitated slightly, flying towards the broken ends. The cold white divine power at its fingertips echoed with the light from the broken ends.

"Still...still the same..."

Wu Yi's pupils suddenly contracted and he muttered.

He thought that the broken limbs would at least seriously injure Zhi Huan, even if it was just to delay the time. However, he did not expect that this monster could even recover from the broken hands. How could he break this immortal body?

When Zhi Huan's heart was pierced three times before, the wound on his chest healed just as quickly, without even a trace of a scar left. A feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed him like a tide.

Zhi Huan's breathing gradually became steady, the flesh at the broken part had completely healed, and his right hand had grown back on his wrist. Apart from the dark red bloodstains on the vines, there was no sign of a break at all.

He moved the fingers of his right hand, and cold white divine power gathered at his fingertips, stronger than before, with a kind of madness that comes from being enraged. The coldness around him was also heavier, and even the air around him seemed to be frozen.

"How dare you cut off my hand..."

Zhi Huan slowly raised his head, the murderous intent in his eyes almost solidified into substance, the cold white divine power surged wildly around him, instantly tearing apart the vines that had been wrapped around him.

The pale green vine fragments fell to the ground, and before they could dissipate, they were frozen into ice chips by the cold white divine power, and shattered into powder with a slight touch.

The toxins that had troubled him for a long time were forced out of his body in the severe pain and burst of divine power just now, without leaving even a trace, only a light layer of white frost on the surface of his skin.

Wu Yi's heart sank completely. He looked at the divine power surging around Zhi Huan and the shredded vines, knowing that he really couldn't hold on this time.

The spiritual energy within him was exhausted. The poison sword, having just severed Zhi Huan's right hand, had shattered into fragments as the spiritual energy dissipated, scattering on the ground. The pale blue light gradually faded. His legs began to weaken. If he hadn't been leaning against the black stone, he would have collapsed to the ground. The pain from the wound on his left arm nearly made him lose consciousness, and his vision began to blur.

"You think... you can kill me like this?"

Zhi Huan walked towards Wu Yi step by step. With every step he took, a thick layer of ice formed on the ground, and even the water by the stream was frozen into icicles.

He raised his right hand, and the cold white divine power condensed into a huge blade of light, shining with dazzling light, pointing directly at Wu Yi's chest. The air around the blade of light was distorted by the cold.

Wu Yi slowly closed his eyes and then suddenly opened them.

Damn it, I can’t just die like this.

He tried to gather his spiritual power, but there was only a faint light at his fingertips, which went out as soon as it appeared, like a candle in the wind.

"It seems that you really can't hold on any longer."

Zhi Huan sneered, and the blade of light suddenly slashed towards Wu Yi. Wu Yi subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to block it, but found that he didn't even have the strength to do so. He could only watch helplessly as the blade of light got closer and closer, and his pupils were filled with a cold white light.

He actually remembered the day when Yunxiu came to find him and called him under the paulownia tree.

It flashed by like a kaleidoscope, and Wu Yi smiled.

But just as the light blade was about to touch his chest, Wu Yi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a strong light blue light burst out from his body.

That doesn't seem to be spiritual power.

His body began to become transparent, and a light blue light overflowed from his fingertips, shoulders, neck, and chest, spreading around with the wind and falling on the vine fragments on the ground.

Those fragments seemed to be activated, and they gathered towards his body, intertwining with his soul power, and instantly turned into countless tough vines, thicker and tougher than before, carrying a strong poisonous juice, and madly wrapped around Zhi Huan.

Zhi Huan obviously didn't expect Wu Yi to have another trick up his sleeve, and was caught off guard by the vines that tightly entangled his limbs and torso.

He roared, and the cold white divine power surged again, trying to tear the vines apart.

But these vines were several times tougher than before, and their venom was even stronger. Once they came into contact with his divine power, they began to corrode it, preventing him from fully unleashing his might. The vines even burrowed into the soil, firmly rooting themselves in the cracks of the black stone, pinning Zhihuan to the spot like an immovable cage.

"You..." Zhi Huan struggled frantically, and the cold white divine power hit the vines again and again, causing the vines to shake violently, but it could never tear them apart completely.

"You used your soul... you idiot! You will never be reborn!"

Wu Yi's body became increasingly transparent, and the pale blue light grew weaker. He looked at Zhi Huan, who was firmly trapped, and a faint smile finally appeared on his lips.

Soon, his vision began to blur, and the roaring in his ears gradually faded away. Finally, his body completely turned into a light blue light and merged into the vines that were entangled with Zhi Huan, leaving only a very faint fragrance that slowly drifted away on the mountain path.

At this moment, Yunxiu, who was walking quickly towards Yaoxi Mountain on the top of the mountain road, suddenly felt a tightness in his heart.

Her steps suddenly stopped, and she turned back to look down the mountain path: "Wu Yi..."

Yingtang walked beside her, the pale green spiritual energy at his fingertips suddenly swirling uncontrollably, and her heart ached, as if something important had suddenly disappeared. She subconsciously pressed her chest, looking up at the path below, her brows furrowed.

She was speechless and could only push Yunxiu forward.

Yan Xiu's hand, gripping the Broken Water Sword, trembled slightly. But he didn't look back. He simply gritted his teeth, raised his hand to press Yun Xiu's shoulder, and walked even faster.

Yunxiu understood what had happened almost instantly. Tears fell on the white jade statue, flowing down along the veins of the statue.

She could feel the pale green spiritual power on the statue becoming weaker and weaker, almost disappearing. It was the trace of Wu Yi's existence, which was dissipating bit by bit.

"Let's go."

Yingtang wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice choked with sobs, but she still raised her hand and used light green spiritual power to help Yunxiu strengthen the barrier around him.

All they can do now is to reach Yaoxi Mountain as soon as possible.

At the bottom of the mountain path, Zhi Huan was still struggling frantically. The cold white divine power hit the vines again and again, but he was unable to break free.

The vines wrapped around him glowed a pale green light, like a shackle, trapping him in place.

The wind, wrapped in the fragrance of the sycamore tree, slowly drifted along the mountain path.

Wrapped in the chill of the mountain road, the wind blew through Yunxiu's hair.

Her hand, clutching the white jade statue, was still trembling slightly, and her fingertips could clearly feel the warmth of the statue's surface gradually fading away. From the warmth it had previously felt when Wu Yi wore it close to her skin, it now felt slightly cooler, finally as cold as the black stones on the mountain path.

"Wu Yi..."

Yingtang walked beside her, and seeing that she was hesitant to move, she looked back. The worry in her eyes was even stronger:

"Xiao You, we have to leave quickly. Zhi Huan will be entangled for a limited time. If he breaks free..."

Before he could finish his words, Yunxiu suddenly let out a hiss and tightened his grip on the statue.

"What's wrong?"

Yingtang hurriedly stopped and looked down at her hand. The originally cold white jade statue had suddenly begun to heat up, rising higher and higher. Even Yingtang could feel the burning sensation through Yunxiu's fingertips.

"What's going on?" Yunxiu was a little at a loss.

Yan Xiu also turned, her gaze fixed on the statue in Yunxiu's palm. The once dull white jade statue now glowed with a faint golden light, like a rekindled spark. Even stranger, the burning sensation wasn't caused by external heat, but rather emanated from within the statue, spreading from Yunxiu's palm to her arm.

Yunxiu felt as if she were holding a piece of jade fresh from a fire. It burned so much that she instinctively tried to let go, but her fingertips felt glued to her. The statue seemed to have grown into her palm, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.

It was too obvious... An unfamiliar divine power was flowing along the hot statue, slowly into her palm, and flowing along her blood vessels to the divine essence in her heart.

The force was faint, yet remarkably clear, carrying a bitter warmth, like dewdrops rolling down parasol leaves after rain, tinged with the fragrance of grass and trees; or like jade bathed in sunlight, wrapped in the weight of time.

As it crawled up the arm along the lines on the palm, the soreness left by the overdrawn divine power gradually subsided wherever it passed. Even the wounds on the shoulders and neck scratched by the vines began to itch slightly, as if they were slowly healing.

"What's this?"

Yunxiu could clearly feel this divine power approaching the divine essence in her heart. The remnant soul of an ancient god resided there, and at this moment, it was slightly agitated by the approach of this unfamiliar force. Tiny ripples appeared on the cold white surface of the divine essence, as if resisting, yet also responding.

"This power... is not the spiritual power of immortals, but more like..." Yingtang paused, his eyes falling on the carvings of the ancient gods on the statue.

"It seems more like the power of an ancient god, but it's gentler than anything I've ever seen, and it carries the aura of Wu Yi."

Yan Xiu also came over, gathered a faint wisp of cold white divine power at his fingertips, and gently touched the statue in Yun Xiu's palm.

The moment the two forces came into contact, the pale golden light of the statue suddenly became brighter, and the strange divine power also accelerated its speed, along Yunxiu's arm, and suddenly penetrated into her heart.

“Hmm…”

Yunxiu groaned, feeling as if a ball of warm cotton was stuffed into his heart. It didn't hurt, but it was bloated and uncomfortable.

After the strange divine power penetrated into the divine essence, it did not conflict with the residual soul of the ancient god. Instead, it gently wrapped the restless residual soul like a layer of gauze, allowing the originally surging cold white divine essence to gradually calm down.

Then she saw it.