Chapter 265

"One lifetime of spiritual power, one lifetime of sin."

Yingning waved her sleeve, and the red spider lilies in the array beneath her feet swelled at a terrifying speed, each one breaking into petals and transforming into thousands of thin swords.

Spiritual energy and karmic fire intertwined on the rapier, neither giving way to the other.

"All of this is my power!"

She bit into the second petal of the Pure Lotus, and her spiritual power surged. The phoenix shape behind Ying Ning became more and more obvious. Wu Wei even vaguely saw the illusion of that primordial phoenix born in the karmic fire millions of years ago.

When Yuanfeng was born, flames soared into the sky.

The ancient karmic fire, raging into the sky, completely engulfed its body, yet every cry from within the sea of ​​fire resounded through the heavens.

It disperses the miasma and brings boundless vitality.

It struggled to survive the flames, its charred wings slowly fading away to grow crimson, glassy feathers. At this moment, its half-closed phoenix eyes also revealed a pale golden light, and its long tail trembled in the flames, etched with endless divine patterns by the Heavenly Dao.

The phoenix raised its head and swallowed the endless flames of karma.

The phoenix in the illusion flew out of Ying Ning's formation at this moment, and the blurry image in mid-air merged into its body.

It spreads its wings and flies, blotting out the sky and the sun; its feathers are like the crimson sunset.

Yuan Feng raised its head high, spewing out raging flames from its mouth. Wherever the flames touched, space was completely distorted and deformed. It soared through the karmic fire, attacking the power from another realm!

It bit off that large hand, and the scorching flames burned the spirit body to ashes. The sea of ​​fire raged and severed the power on the other side of the realm.

The mysterious man felt his spirit draining away. He wanted to extend his power again to attack the altar, but unexpectedly, he was directly bounced back by the barrier of the realm.

The surrounding space seemed to be oppressed by some force, yet it could not be broken through.

"You bitch!!!"

"Throughout the six realms and eight wastelands, wherever you may be."

Having lost his divine weapon, his reason was consumed by rage, and he cursed viciously:

"Dare to seize my divine artifact, destroy my divine path, and obstruct my glorious descent into the world."

"I hereby swear—"

"I will tear off your vile skin and smash every single one of your evil bones."

"With your blood, I will reshape this divine artifact!"

He unleashed a divine curse, vowing to condemn Ying Ning to eternal damnation, but all he received in return was a dismissive remark from her:

"Divine way?"

"It seems the Venerable One is still dreaming."

"The realm of gods."

"It no longer exists."

These words also struck a chord with another person.

......

The power of the boundary barrier was far greater than imagined. Taking advantage of the opponent's weakened state, Wuwei immediately formed a hand seal, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be a mirage.

The protective barrier erected by the monk shattered into tens of thousands of pieces.

When Yingning turned around again, they were already elsewhere.

The monk withdrew his hands, strolled closer, and looked at the remaining half of the Pure Lotus in Yingning's hand:

“Benefactor Meng.”

"This trip to the human realm allowed me to refine the remnant soul of the Primordial Phoenix and enter the half-step divine realm."

"This humble monk would like to offer my congratulations first."

Wuwei clasped his hands together, his narrow eyes revealing a depth that defied easy understanding.

“Wuwei, you actually didn’t want the Pure Lotus at all, did you?” Yingning said slowly, seeing his calm and composed demeanor.

"So, why help me?"

Wuwei put down his hand and shook his head: "There are times when even this humble monk cannot unravel the myriad causes and effects of the world."

He extended one slender finger, the tip of which had some light calluses.

“This humble monk once owed a cause, and is determined to repay only one result.”

"But all these things now are perhaps because this humble monk has been in the hustle and bustle of the secular world for too long, and has also developed thoughts that a monk should not have."

"Having traversed three thousand floating realms, only my original heart remains." Yingning, clinging to the snow-white lotus, looked into Wuwei's eyes.

"The master has cultivated for a thousand years, surely he wouldn't have gone astray from Buddhism and Taoism?"

Upon hearing Yingning's words, the monk feigned sudden realization:

"This humble monk has not approached the Great Way for a hundred years."

"It seems that he still has not been able to remain unattached to desires and lustful thoughts."

"It is because my cultivation is shallow."

Before leaving, Wuwei paused for a moment:

“Benefactor Meng.”

"The current turmoil in the six realms is the will of Heaven."

He squinted his eyes. "Perhaps, this humble monk will soon be able to reunite with you, benefactor."

"I hope you will be careful in everything you do."

"Avoid matters involving lights and fire."

...

Yingning examined the snow-white lotus in her hand. It sat quietly in her palm, and she could still feel its vast and boundless spiritual power.

Just as she was about to put away the Pure Lotus, more than a dozen ghostly wind blades attacked!

She barely dodged the wind blade, but it left a faint red mark on her cheek.

"Mother-in-law is in such a good mood." The man's voice seemed to come from the eighteenth level of hell, icy cold and chilling, making one shudder.

The usual charming smile was gone from Bai Xie's face, and his eyes were filled with dark shadows. It seemed that he had regained all his memories.

He transformed from an innocent little dragon back into the Ghost Messenger who once slaughtered three thousand evil spirits with a single laugh.

"You're playing me for a fool..."

How should I repay you?

As soon as he finished speaking, he slightly turned his wrist, and the Cold Jade White Feather Tail Fan came whistlingly. Tens of thousands of wind needles accompanied by endless killing intent slashed out, cutting through the air around Ying Ning like a sharp blade.

Bai Xie's every move exuded killing intent, and his slightly disheveled long hair made him look somewhat pathetic.

These days, those unbearable images fill Bai Xie's mind.

He kissed her.

It even transformed into a little white fish, curling up in her palm as if seeking affection.

Bai Xie wielded his folding fan with practiced ease, each wave accompanied by fury. He seemed determined not to give Ying Ning a moment's respite, pressing her relentlessly.

Yingning was unwilling to continue the fight. After blocking Bai Xie's folding fan, she took a few steps back.

"I need no reward. This dream may be absurd, but I find it quite interesting."

"Now that Lord Bai has regained his senses, we can each resume our duties—"

"Neither of the two..."

Bai Xie didn't even listen to Ying Ning's words before suddenly transforming into a dragon and charging towards her with his head raised!

His dragon eyes glared angrily, and he looked truly furious.

The dragon pounced on Yingning, its long tail coiling around her body, rendering her unable to move.

Bai Xie lowered his head, his dragon breath spreading across Ying Ning's cheek. He stared intently at the red marks on Ying Ning's cheek, his voice laced with threat:

"When did I say that we were even?"