Chapter 265 Though it was the day of his death, it turned out that this was his only chance of survival...

Those whose words become law, whose speech is like a spell, are only found in the world by the Heavenly Walker.

...So, Ru Xian was actually a Skywalker?

Lin Feiran's eyes flickered, followed by endless doubts after the sudden shock.

Although Skywalkers possess such formidable abilities, their bodies are actually quite weak, and their spiritual veins cannot even withstand the impact of spiritual energy upon entering the Dao, making them almost no different from ordinary people, let alone capable of cultivation.

But he has now gone into a trance.

When Qiu Tong was traveling in the human realm, she heard rumors that the Demon Lord had failed in his breakthrough and died suddenly.

Before this, Lin Feiran only thought that it was because his illness was not cured and the spiritual power in his meridians was chaotic when he broke through the realm that he died. Now it seems that this may not be a terminal illness, but because he was originally a Skywalker.

Skywalker was physically weak and could not even withstand the spiritual energy when he first entered the Dao, let alone the vast spiritual energy that surged in when he broke through from the Divine Travel Realm to the Selfless Realm.

He was defying the heavens, and thus lost his life for breaking through the barrier...

Fireflies flickered in the darkness, and everything was still still. The overwhelming magical artifacts dispersed, revealing half of the morning sunlight.

He stood there in front of Lin Feiran, the faint, cool fragrance of plum blossoms wafting through his flowing hair. The gold ornaments around him shimmered with a harmonious light, just like him when he was bathed in sunlight, exuding a sense of tranquility and peace.

No wonder, the incantation engraved in her spiritual veins, which even Zhang Chunhe couldn't detect, could be easily deciphered by him.

No wonder he said that as long as he doesn't break through to a higher realm, he doesn't need to worry about his illness for the time being.

No wonder he had to endure the hidden pain in his spiritual veins at all times. Before obtaining the Cloud Soul Rain Grass, he could only fall asleep during the day by relying on the warmth of the sunlight, but at night he could not fall asleep because of this pain.

No wonder he could only stay indoors as a child and couldn't go out to play.

No wonder he was able to fight three demon race cultivators at the True Realm all by himself, and even fight the previous Skywalker for a long time.

No wonder, she had never heard the language he spoke before.

It was neither the ancient language of the demon race nor the secret language of the peacock clan, but a curse, a curse that exists between heaven and earth and can only be seen by the Skywalker.

All doubts and contradictions suddenly became clear when they witnessed this scene of dispelling doubts.

But how exactly did he overcome physical limitations and continue his cultivation to this day?

Furthermore, how did he help her remove the curse?

My mind raced with a thousand thoughts, but in reality, only a few breaths had passed.

The wind that had stopped began to surge again, continuing to blow forward, leaving only a trace of its lingering, cool fragrance. A raindrop that had paused fell, but instead of touching the ground, it soaked into his robes. The withered leaves were carried away by the wind, swirling towards the interplay of light and shadow on the horizon.

As Ru Xian lowered her hand, Lin Feiran couldn't help but look down. On the exposed back of her hand, there were faint black lines.

This means that the spiritual energy within him has begun to run rampant.

He clenched his hands lightly, forcefully pressing down the strange pattern, then turned around. Just as everything was about to begin to flow, he raised his hand and touched Lin Feiran's lips. With a gentle touch of his fingertip, the familiar sweetness flowed into her tongue through the gap between her lips.

He then withdrew his gaze from her pursed lips, looked up to meet her eyes, his emerald pupils illuminated by the fluorescent light, a few strands of snow-white hair brushing past, not obscuring the brilliance, reflecting her slightly surprised expression.

He smiled slightly, tapped her forehead with his finger, then withdrew his hand, wiped the blood from his fingertip, and turned to look at Bi Sheng.

With the release of the invisible, oppressive restriction, everyone felt a sense of relief, except for Lin Feiran.

The sweet taste of blood spread in her mouth, freezing her in place, yet it was like a warm current flowing through her limbs and bones, repairing the injuries she had sustained in the secret realm.

"What a powerful incantation! What a brilliant Skywalker!"

Bi Sheng's voice was cold and his tone was ordinary, but his words reached everyone's ears, causing an uproar in the room.

The so-called power of incantations is innate, not passed down through bloodlines, and cannot be cultivated. This is what makes the Skywalkers special. Although there are not many such people, they still appeared hundreds of years ago, but later they gradually disappeared.

Today, Skywalker has almost become a legendary figure.

Such terrifying power had long been a rumor, and many people present initially did not believe it. However, after witnessing it with their own eyes, the way everyone looked at Ru Shan changed.

There was surprise, curiosity, envy, fear, and also greed.

A being with such power, yet so weak, would inevitably inspire a desire to control it at any time.

As for Xian, many people present knew him, but due to his past influence, their gazes were somewhat concealed, though they still lurked in the shadows.

There are so many rumors about Skywalkers that it's hard to tell what's true and what's false. Many people both fear and envy such abilities, which has led to a lot of outrageous rumors. This is also related to the fact that Skywalkers chose to live in seclusion.

Even Ru Xian never revealed her identity to anyone.

He had intended to confess to Lin Feiran about this matter, but he had not been able to find a suitable opportunity, which is why he delayed until now, until it was exposed at this critical moment.

Under the cover of night, many cultivators were rushing towards this place on their magical artifacts. Bi Sheng glanced at them sideways, then looked at Ru Xian again. Although there was apprehension in his eyes, he was not as fearful as the others.

Ah Cheng is a fake, but Old Chen, like Ru Xian, is a true Skywalker. No one knows their weaknesses and flaws better than her.

Almost every incantation they uttered came at the cost of their bodies and lives. The larger the scope of the incantation, the more severe the physical damage. Moreover, Ru Xian had already fought with Elder Chen and was seriously injured. He had just uttered two such powerful incantations. It would be almost impossible for him to speak again now.

She moved her slightly loosened hands and sneered, "How long do you think you can protect her?"

Before the wind had stopped and the fallen leaves had drifted into the air, Bi Sheng had already raised his hands to form a seal. Several sharp buzzing sounds suddenly broke through the ground, revealing the ten golden flags that had been buried there long ago!

The banner was filled with a pillar of spiritual light, pointing straight to the sky and surrounding the area. In less than a moment, the magic array formed under the banner crisscrossed and trapped Lin Feiran and the other person inside. The golden light on the banner suddenly flashed and twisted into several soaring dragons that rushed out. The momentum was so great that it was like a jade mountain about to collapse, casting a dark shadow that covered the sky and the sun!

Such a strike was powerful and awe-inspiring, but Ru Xian still only looked in that direction and uttered the third incantation of the day.

After a muffled roar, several giant dragons were also destroyed in an instant, and the scattered spiritual light almost gathered into a river here.

After speaking, Ru Xue suddenly spoke, her voice as cool and calm as ever, without any hint of abnormality or hoarseness.

"I will protect you as long as you fight. But will you ever see a battle like that again?"

The surrounding esoteric Buddhist monks fell silent. Their attack had been a surprise attack, with hundreds and thousands of magical weapons aimed at the same spot. Even if Lin Feiran had three heads and six arms, he would have no chance of escaping.

But no one could have predicted this unexpected turn of events. The magical artifact was destroyed, leaving only a speck of starlight. Even the Dragon Locking Formation, which even cultivators at the Divine Travel Realm had to be wary of, was so easily wiped out by his mouth.

Bi Sheng said sternly, "I have as much as you want. Even if you leave your life here today, you still can't save Lin Feiran!"

She knew Skywalker too well, so she gave Ru Xian almost no chance to catch her breath. The moment the Dragon Locking Formation was broken, a magic disc rose from her hand. As soon as she finished speaking, countless spiritual needles shot out from the disc, densely packed and impossible to avoid!

At the same time, she said, "What are you all standing there for? Make your move! If you give him a moment's rest, you'll all be the ones who die!"

The other esoteric Buddhist practitioners suddenly came to their senses and immediately formed hand seals. Terrified by the power of the incantation, none of them dared to hold back. They threw whatever hand seals they used best at Lin Feiran and his companion, fearing that they might be caught off guard and killed without a trace by a single incantation!

Looking at the two attacks from the front and back, Ru Xian immediately made a judgment. He did not speak first, but instead used his spiritual power to grab the thousands of spiritual needles in an instant!

He and Bi Sheng were both at the Divine Travel Realm, and at this moment they were vying for power, like the east and west winds pressing against each other, trying to extinguish each other.

However, hundreds of other cultivators were also casting spells around him. He glanced at them, and as the numerous attacks were about to arrive, he put his finger to his lips and spoke softly.

In an instant, it was as if an invisible hand appeared in mid-air, suddenly grabbing all the attacks and twisting them in the opposite direction. All the spells were gathered in one center, colliding and attacking each other. With a loud bang, a buzzing explosion and rolling thunder sounded together, shaking off an almost overwhelming shockwave!

Such immense power swept outwards, knocking many cultivators below the Free Realm to the ground, vomiting blood and unable to get up!

Even Qiu Tong was almost caught in the crossfire. If it weren't for the Tai'a Sword Spirit's intervention, she would probably have been injured and collapsed.

However, at this moment, Bi Sheng suddenly chuckled and clenched his hand holding the spirit needle. A more powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted, and the two who were originally locked in a struggle now showed signs of weakness on one side.

Ru Xian looked up and, without stopping her spiritual practice, said, "So you have already broken through to the state of no self."

His voice was now far from clear as before, carrying a low, hoarse quality. Hearing his own voice like this, he frowned and showed displeasure.

He didn't like Lin Feiran hearing such sounds.

“You have a trump card, and so do I.” Bi Sheng exerted his strength again. “You used too many spells today, which is burning your life. You must be feeling terrible right now, right? I am a whole realm higher than you. No matter how powerful you are, you couldn’t possibly withstand my attack with spells in such a short time!”

The thousands of spirit needles controlled by the two began to tremble, shimmering like stars in the half-night sky, dazzling the eyes. Gradually, they began to move towards Lin Feiran and the other person.

A sharp sound rang out, and the rocks near the two suddenly crumbled, revealing a tiny, uncontrollable spiritual needle stuck in the ground!

Such a scene was unprecedented, and everyone was immersed in the shock. Only Lin Feiran looked down and saw that the faint strange patterns on Ru Xian's hand had now transformed into a complete image.

Ink-black patterns began to emerge from his fair fingertips, growing like wildly spreading vines, and in an instant they disappeared into his sleeves. The lotus rings binding his wrists began to spin softly, expanding and then rapidly tightening, together with the golden rings on his legs that began to change, binding the surging spiritual veins around his body together.

A life-or-death ordeal...

The surge of spiritual energy and the void would not affect his ability to cast spells, but if this continued, he would surely die suddenly after his body could not withstand the pressure, just as Qiu Tong had heard!

Perhaps her injuries were almost fully healed, or perhaps his body was beginning to break down; the restrictions placed on Lin Feiran were gradually weakening, and his fingertips were already able to move.

Whatever the action, she looked up at the dazzling array of spiritual needles. Such an attack was far beyond her ability to withstand; she had to dodge it, she had to find a way to avoid it!

Before Lin Feiran could find a solution, several sharp whistling sounds rang in his ears. Several spirit needles went out of control and flew towards them at the same time. This time, they did not deviate at all and went straight for the two of them!

"Lin Feiran, are you fully recovered?"

Ru Xian suddenly spoke, his voice unlike his usual one, yet it seemed to have been altered, not hoarse, but with a strange charm.

Lin Feiran had no time to distinguish between the two; her entire focus was on the impending spiritual needles. Upon hearing this, she immediately replied, "It's alright."

As soon as she finished speaking, her whole body relaxed suddenly. In the instant the spirit needle flew over, she moved in front of Ru Xian and swept her long sword across. With a few clanging sounds, the attacking objects were all cut down.

Just as she returned to her sword stance, a short sigh suddenly came from behind her. A gentle breeze brushed against the back of her neck, and the slightly hoarse voice still lingered in her ears.

He said softly, "That's good."

Lin Feiran immediately turned around and was startled to see that the strange markings that were originally on Rushan's arm had now spread over her neck and climbed to her cheek.

His hand, which was holding the spiritual needle, was trembling slightly. His sleeve slipped down, revealing the meridians on his arm that were surging continuously. The lotus ring on his wrist was expanding and shrinking uncontrollably, and even began to vibrate and make a sound.

He said, "I told you, no matter what you want to do, I will always help you and will never abandon you..."

At this moment, he could no longer contend with Bi Sheng. Before he finished speaking, his strength suddenly gave way, and he let himself fall onto Lin Feiran's shoulder, where she hurriedly raised her hand to support him.

The golden needle in his chest was pushed half an inch out by the surging spiritual veins. He frowned, reached out and pushed it back, then raised his hand to embrace her.

It is both an embrace and a support.

"I will always protect you, and I will always discipline you..."

Without resistance, countless spiritual needles immediately shot out, like streaks of light piercing the night, yet carrying a chilling killing intent, instantly enveloping the two of them.

Ru Xian raised her hand and stroked the back of her neck, resting her chin on her shoulder before looking up at her.

"They only know how to gang up on you. How could they possibly be a match for you in a one-on-one fight? Don't be afraid, I'll pave the way for you."

For Ru Xian, cultivation has been going against the heavens from the very beginning. From childhood to adulthood, and through his cultivation to this day, he has only one goal: to become strong and then survive.

Whether he cultivated in the demon realm, traveled in the human realm, or later became the Demon Lord, it was all for this purpose.

He was never interested in anything else, nor did he pay attention to anything else; he always loved himself the most.

He never imagined that he would one day be willing to die.

Let the tribulation of life and death be the tribulation of life and death.

He suddenly brought up the past again: "Lin Feiran, even today, I still really like the fireworks you gave me. Although I gave you a return gift before, they are not the same."

Today, I'll return the favor with a fireworks display.

He raised his hand and whispered a spell he had taught Lin Feiran before into her ear.

In an instant, the countless spiritual needles paused for a moment, but instead of turning into spiritual light as before, they trembled like leaves in the wind for a few seconds before suddenly bursting open and shooting out in all directions like blooming flower needles!

Bi Sheng immediately raised her hand to try to control it, but the spiritual power and incantations that surged out seemed to have all failed and were ineffective. She immediately raised a spiritual barrier to try to block most of the spiritual needles, but as she had said before, even she could not stop such a huge number.

As soon as Ru Xian uttered the curse, he covered his mouth and coughed, bright red blood seeping from his mouth and soaking into Lin Feiran's black robe.

With a loud crash, the nearby woodland was swept by the scattered spiritual needles, and broken walls and trees fell one after another.

Lin Feiran didn't notice at all; she only felt that the person she was hugging was getting heavier and heavier, as if he had exhausted himself, which was why he had to put all his weight on her.

"Ru Xie?"

No more lightning flashed across his hands because of her call.

Lin Feiran was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to speak. Her mind was filled with the life-or-death crisis that had loomed like snowflakes. Her hand holding him trembled, and her eyes welled up with tears. In her panic, she dared not move too much, for fear that he would be hurt again.

"Like grazing, like grazing?"

She called out softly, quite helplessly. The person in her arms was still breathing, but very weakly. After so many spells were cast today, his voice had long been lost, and he could not respond. He could only wrap his arms around Lin Feiran's wrist.

Looking at his face, Lin Feiran couldn't help but recall the past.

I remember holding my mother's hand before she passed away, telling her not to hate and to live her life well. I remember my father before he passed away, already emaciated, saying he was going to find my mother and telling her not to miss her and to walk her own path.

Lin Feiran neither walked her own path well nor lived her own life well; her life consisted only of one farewell after another.

Throughout my life, the most frequent thing I've witnessed is parting.

A tear suddenly fell, landing on Ruoshan's lips, diluting the bloodstain and mixing into his tongue.

He had never tasted anything before, but at this moment, it seemed as if some heavy sensation was pressing on the tip of his tongue, like needles, unbearable.

He looked up, his lips parted slightly, and if he could speak, he would surely say: Lin Feiran, why do you only cry quietly and dare not wail out loud?

With a whoosh, a sharp weapon came flying through the air. Lin Feiran was almost out of strength and did not draw his sword. He simply caught the hailstones. But in the next instant, something even faster came whistling through the air, accompanied by a gale, and suddenly knocked the weapon down!

Lin Feiran glanced to the side and saw a pure black, ancient iron hammer fall heavily in front of him, kicking up a lot of dust!

"Don't just stand there like an idiot, there's still hope for this little peacock!"

A familiar voice came from above. Lin Feiran immediately looked up and saw Zhang Siwo appearing panting on the cliff beside him, carrying a pale-faced grain rain in his hand, followed by a female cultivator with three hairpins in her hair.

Gu Yu didn't dare to stop for a moment. She immediately pulled the female cultivator down the cliff and rushed to Lin Feiran's side. While wiping her sweat, she said, "Don't worry, don't worry. If you can breathe, it means you won't die for now. We're here!"

The female cultivator stepped forward to diagnose Ru Xian, and gradually more figures gathered around. Only then did Lin Feiran look around.

The cold, icy pillar was still hovering in the sky, while the cultivators chasing after it had already arrived.

Not only Zhang Siwo, but also Li Changfeng from the west, who rode out on his sword and severed half of the path to rebirth.

Murong Qiudi rode past on her celestial horse, her long horizontal sword flashing as the spinning magic disc shattered in mid-air.

Xie Kanhua followed closely behind. He hovered high in the air, glanced at Lin Feiran, and plucked the pipa in his hand. The long strings formed by spiritual energy were cast down like a net, trapping the esoteric cultivators within them.

In the east, where the sun still rises, several young cultivators dressed in disciple robes appeared. Some of them she had seen at the Flying Flower Gathering, while others were completely unfamiliar. Besides the two major sects, Taiji Immortal Sect and Taixue Academy, there were also many clan disciples.

As night fell in the west, the elders of various sects appeared here, their figures looming over each other.

Beyond the collapsed dense forest to the south, the disciples of the Langhuan Sect, who had been lingering near the Path of Rebirth, also crossed the barrier and flew over.

"What exactly happened?"

In the silence, Mu Chun'e, the sect leader of Taiji Immortal Sect, spoke up to ask a question, but her gaze was fixed on Bi Sheng, and there was no doubt in her eyes.

"Isn't it a bit unreasonable for a prestigious sect like Tantra to target a novice like this?"

Many of the young people present were not familiar with Tantric Buddhism, but for these sect leaders and elders, Tantric practices were not a secret.

Bi Sheng didn't speak, but Ao Xue behind her frowned and whispered, "There was a formation set up here long ago, making it difficult to see. Even if that attack was conspicuous enough, they shouldn't have been so quick."

When powerful figures clash, it's over in the blink of an eye. What seemed like a long time when Shan fought them before was actually only the time it takes to drink a few cups of tea. Even if these people discovered that there were people fighting here, they wouldn't be able to change course in time.

Bi Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "They are not following the ice pillars, but have come here specifically."

Ao Xue was alarmed: "How could they have known in advance? Did someone leak the information?"

Bi Sheng shook his head again, but his gaze slowly fell on Lin Feiran: "No, someone led them here. Before the incident, I saw some spiritual energy fluctuations on her body, but I found nothing when I investigated."

There's something fishy about her.

Ao Xue hugged the zither tightly, her eyes showing no fear, but she still asked, "Should we evacuate?"

“No.” Bi Sheng was always a cautious person, but she shook her head at this moment. “I said that Lin Feiran will die today, and we must take back the spiritual veins in her body!”

Ao Xue was still puzzled: "Why? If we take action today, we will have no legitimate reason to do so, and there will be no room for maneuver between us and these sects in the future."

Bi Sheng glanced at her sideways and said, "We are all for the sake of the Dao Lord. Since we have different beliefs, there is absolutely no possibility for the Secret Sect and these sects to be on the same path, and there is never any need for mediation."

I don't need to explain Lin Feiran's special circumstances to you in detail. Just know that if you don't kill her here today, there will be endless trouble in the future!

She turned to look ahead, then back at Mu Chun'e, and said, "Everyone knows that Lin Feiran stole our sect's secret treasure. Now that we have her cornered here, what's wrong with taking back the treasure?"

"Disciples of the Secret Sect, heed my command! Whoever kills Lin Feiran will receive three taels of merit; whoever retrieves the secret treasure will receive three taels of merit!"

Mu Chun'e also refused to back down, and said sternly, "Disciples, listen to my command! After Lord Murong's investigation, Lin Feiran is not the one who stole the treasure. What he possesses is a supreme treasure passed down by the Sage. The treasure is extraordinary and must not be allowed to be taken away by the Secret Sect!"

Upon hearing this, the scattered esoteric Buddhist monks erupted in excitement, immediately engaging in fierce combat with the sect disciples who were trying to stop them, waiting for an opportunity to rush towards Lin Feiran, like moths drawn to a flame.

Lin Feiran, however, paid no attention to the commotion behind him.

Her eyes were fixed on Ru Xian. Under the watchful eyes of Gu Yu and the female cultivator, the person who was originally pale and withered now exuded a faint radiance.

Suddenly, a spiritual wind surged around him, and the strange markings on his face kept spreading and fading. A wind of unknown origin blew across the desolate land, and all the golden rings on his body trembled again, making a pleasant, crisp sound.

Lin Feiran suddenly realized something and immediately looked up. The west wind, carrying countless spiritual lights, swept towards this place, and endless spiritual energy was drawn from all directions and gathered here!

Like saturated hay...

"He broke through to a higher realm." Gu Yu collapsed to the ground, wiping away the sweat from her brow, her voice weak and feeble. "A glimmer of hope, a glimmer of hope..."

As if a wisp of smoke moved slightly, the blurred vision gradually became clear, and Lin Feiran's slightly red and surprised eyes came into view.

He never imagined he would break through to this level.

He had been in the Divine Realm for a long time. He had not been able to break through it before because his mental state was not up to par. Later, he was not only unable to break through because his mental state was not up to par, but also because his body was gradually weakening.

That's why he was so eager to find someone to go to the Sacred Valley and fetch the spiritual herb for him.

He had never truly grasped how to transcend the spiritual realm to reach a state of selflessness, nor did he know what selflessness meant. Only now did he realize that, for him, the state of selflessness truly meant selflessness.

He always loved himself the most and would never give his life for anyone. But now, in order to save Lin Feiran, he sacrificed himself and accidentally relaxed his mind and broke through to the state of selflessness. Although his spiritual veins were impacted by the surging spiritual energy, they became more resilient than before due to the breakthrough.

In this way, his ravaged body was restored to its previous precarious balance.

It turned out that this was his only chance of survival.

Author's Note: In the end, it's still our Xiao Lin who will truly face this tribulation. He should probably cry a little in the next chapter. [Pity][Pity]

P.S.: There was a power outage nearby today, so the latter part of this chapter was typed on my phone. It was very clunky and slow, hence the late update. I couldn't finish this chapter! Because I was using my phone, I'll see if I can send out red envelopes in bulk. If not, I'll send them on my computer tomorrow.