Chapter 89 Revenge: The frivolous and lewd words were like scalding hot...
The frivolous and lewd words were like a scalding hot iron, burning Yin Lisheng's already bleeding soul.
The previous hatred, self-loathing, pain, and despair were completely ignited at this moment by a more violent emotion—a raging fire and destructive desire capable of burning everything.
To use his body...to defile his master?
no! ! !
"You're asking for it—"
Yin Lisheng suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, almost dripping with blood. A roar, inhuman and like that of a wounded beast, burst from his throat. The "Spirit Binding Chains" binding him creaked under the strain, trembling violently from the sudden surge of power within him.
Startled by this sudden and unexpectedly violent resistance, Shao Yu took a half-step back, a hint of surprise flashing in his dark golden vertical pupils. But that surprise was quickly replaced by an even stronger excitement and greed.
"Yes, that's it! Burn, explode! Let me see just how much anger and power this perfect vessel of yours can hold." He was not afraid at all; instead, he opened his arms wide, a near-maniacal smile on his face.
Yin Lisheng felt that the golden foreign consciousness in his sea of consciousness was like a maggot clinging to his bones, taking advantage of the moment when he lost his composure in anger to expand and spread wildly, trying to break through his mental defenses in one fell swoop.
The excruciating pain and dizziness came like a tidal wave, and his vision blurred in waves, while he could hear Shao Yu's triumphant laughter.
Just as his consciousness was about to be completely swallowed by the boundless darkness—
"Buzz—"
A clear and melodious sword cry rang out without warning from the deepest part of his consciousness.
Yin Lisheng's consciousness, which was on the verge of collapse, was jolted by the sound of the sword and regained a sliver of clarity.
It's a white dumpling.
"Li Sheng, do you still remember your promise to Chi Du?"
Yin Lisheng naturally remembered. When he made the contract with Duan Yuan, Master Chi Du told him that sealing the Demon Emperor Shao Yu was not merely for imprisonment. Shao Yu had devoured countless lives and the fortune of the demon race, and his soul had long been twisted and entangled with some of the laws of heaven and earth, making him nearly immortal. Forcibly killing him could lead to the collapse of the laws, with far-reaching consequences. Therefore, Master Chi Du only used sealing to suppress him.
However, Master Chi Du also knew that the seal would eventually loosen or be broken. Therefore, he left behind a backup plan, namely Duan Yuan.
Duan Yuan was no ordinary sword. If someone with the destiny of Heaven were to feed on the sword with their own body, it might be possible to kill Shao Yu.
Chi Du waited for ten thousand years, and finally met Yin Lisheng.
He offered his body to the sword...and killed Shao Yu...
The opportunity that Master Chi Du had been waiting for for ten thousand years turned out to be his unclean body, a vessel born from conspiracy.
Is it ironic? Perhaps.
But this seems to be the only meaning of his absurd life—to end the source of all the calamities and protect everything he cherished.
“Duan Yuan,” Yin Lisheng’s consciousness calmly conveyed the message, “Let’s begin.”
Yin Lisheng showed no hesitation, no fear, only a resolute determination akin to a sacrifice.
“Very well,” the white ball of flesh said, its voice tinged with solemnity and a hint of barely perceptible compassion, “with my spirit, I unite with your soul, and invoke the laws—”
Outside, Yin Lisheng, bound by the "Spirit-Binding Chains," suddenly looked up and let out a roar of extreme pain.
An indescribable, terrifying aura emanated from him, rising steadily! That aura transcended the realm of the Tribulation Transcending stage, carrying the majesty of the Heavenly Dao.
The "Spirit Binding Chains" crumbled instantly before this power, turning into dust like rotten wood and withered grass.
Shao Yu's maniacal smile froze instantly, replaced by disbelief, horror, and a primal fear.
"This...this is the power of the laws of Heaven?! Impossible! How could you possibly activate it?! Didn't I already seal the Heavenly Dao's fortune within you? You are merely a vessel! My vessel!" He screamed shrilly, his previous composure gone. His hands rapidly formed hand seals, attempting to mobilize the full power of the "Myriad Demon City," even burning a portion of his own divine soul essence to suppress this terrifying anomaly.
However, it was too late.
Yin Lisheng slowly opened his eyes. He raised his hand, without even needing to grip the sword, he simply pointed his fingertips towards Shao Yu and gently touched him.
"Break".
Each word uttered is like a divine law.
A golden ray of light, condensed to its finest and as thin as a hair, shot out from his fingertip.
Wherever the light passed, the demonic power around Shao Yu, his connection with the "City of Ten Thousand Demons," and even the connection between his soul and certain laws of heaven and earth, all began to "disappear" silently, like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.
"No—" Shao Yu let out a desperate scream. He could clearly feel his "existence" being stripped away and denied by this world. He attacked, defended, and fled frantically, but found that all his methods were meaningless in the face of that golden light. His power, his soul, and even his concept of "existence" were crumbling inch by inch!
"Chi Du! Yin Lisheng! You..." Before the last bit of resentment could be fully expressed, the golden ray of light had already silently entered his brow.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
Shao Yu's face was frozen in extreme fear and resentment, and the light in his golden vertical pupils completely died out. Then, his body, along with the dense demonic energy that permeated the hall, vanished without warning.
He left no trace, as if he had never existed.
Shao Yu, the king of all demons, was annihilated, his soul and spirit completely severed in this world.
The moment the golden light disappeared, the golden light in Yin Lisheng's eyes quickly faded, turning them black again, empty and lifeless, as if he had lost all vitality.
"puff--"
A mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted out, and Yin Lisheng's breath rapidly deflated like a punctured balloon. His body swayed, unable to support him any longer, and he collapsed backward like a puppet with its strings cut.
Before his consciousness completely sank into darkness, he seemed to hear the white ball of fur's weak, almost fading sigh: "I'm sorry—"
At the same time, in the misty wasteland.
Fu Yunshu, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Wuxiang, suddenly looked in a certain direction.
"Buzz—"
An indescribable tremor and lament, seemingly originating from the very soul, resounded in his mind. Immediately following was a heart-wrenching pain, as if a piece of his heart had been forcibly ripped out.
"Leaving the sound—"
Fu Yunshu's face turned deathly pale instantly; something must have happened to Yin Lisheng!
Extreme panic, like ice water poured over his head, instantly overwhelmed Fu Yunshu's composure. The maze, the formless realm, the "contract of unity"—none of it mattered as much as Yin Lisheng at that moment.
He only wanted his departure to be peaceful.
"Get out of here—!!!"
Fu Yunshu's eyes were bloodshot. For the first time, he was so grateful that he had the Heavenly Dao's seal on him. Ignoring the backlash, Fu Yunshu used a secret technique to plunder some of the Heavenly Dao's power from the seal and attach it to the Cold Cry Sword.
Wu Xiang's expression changed drastically. He felt a terrifying power, far beyond his comprehension, awaken from Fu Yunshu! That power was cold, majestic, and carried an indifference that transcended all living beings, something that ordinary cultivators could not possess.
"You...who exactly are you..." Wu Xiang exclaimed in horror, retreating repeatedly, trying to blend into the mist and escape.
But Fu Yunshu didn't give him a chance at all.
"Frozen Worlds"
Fu Yunshu formed hand seals, and the Cold Weeping Sword emitted an unprecedentedly clear and melodious cry, with countless sword shadows flashing forth.
An extreme chill emanated from him and swept outwards indiscriminately in all directions.
Wherever it passed, the swirling mist froze into ice crystals that fell in a flurry. Wuxiang's figure was instantly enveloped by the icy domain, his speed plummeted, and thick frost condensed on his body!
"break!"
Fu Yunshu had no interest in looking at Wuxiang's death; his entire focus was on the extremely faint aura of Yin Lisheng that he sensed through his soul.
"Open it for me!"
He slashed fiercely with all his might in the direction he sensed Yin Lisheng was.
"Sizzle—"
A pitch-black spatial rift appeared, and Fu Yunshu did not hesitate. His figure transformed into a stream of light and rushed directly into the extremely unstable spatial rift.
Fu Yunshu burst through the crack and landed heavily on the messy hall floor. He almost staggered as he steadied himself, his eyes scanning his surroundings anxiously.
It was empty and deathly silent, and then he saw Yin Lisheng.
In the center of the hall, on the only clean open space, a figure lay quietly.
Yin Lisheng's black robes were almost completely soaked in blood. His face was as pale as snow, devoid of any color, even his lips were grayish-white. His eyes were tightly closed, his long, thick eyelashes casting two fragile shadows beneath his eyelids, as if they would shatter at the slightest touch. He lay there quietly, his chest barely rising and falling, his breath as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, as if he would be extinguished completely at any moment.
This scene struck Fu Yunshu's heart hard, causing him so much pain that he could barely breathe.
He practically lunged forward, his knees slamming heavily onto the hard ground without him even noticing. His trembling hand cautiously reached for Yin Lisheng's neck; the pulse he felt was so weak it was almost imperceptible, intermittent, as if it might stop at any moment. Fu Yunshu then checked his breath, the faint airflow almost imperceptible.
Yin Lisheng's life is slipping away rapidly.
"Li Sheng... Li Sheng!" Fu Yunshu's voice was hoarse beyond recognition. He quickly channeled pure and gentle spiritual energy into Yin Lisheng's body, trying to stabilize his broken meridians and his life force on the verge of depletion.
Fu Yunshu's heart sank to the bottom, and panic overwhelmed him like a cold tide.
what to do?
His gaze suddenly fell on the "Concentric Pact" jade slip lying beside him.
Two people are bound together by a bond of shared destiny, sharing lifespan and dying together.
Without the slightest hesitation.
Fu Yunshu grabbed the "Concentric Pact" jade slip and violently rushed his divine sense into it.
He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood, rich in pure divine essence and boundless vitality, onto the jade slip. At the same time, Fu Yunshu tightly grasped Yin Lisheng's icy hand with one hand, their fingers interlocked, while his other hand rapidly formed hand seals according to the incantation recorded in the jade slip.
"With my blood as the catalyst, with my soul as the pledge, heaven and earth bear witness, we will share life and death—"
The crimson runes spread along their arms, eventually coalescing into two identical, small, and intricate contract marks at their hearts. After a flash, they disappeared into their bodies.
The moment the contract was established, Fu Yunshu trembled violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yin Lisheng's condition stabilized, but Fu Yunshu himself felt as if a large part of him had been instantly hollowed out. A sense of weakness and emptiness washed over him, his vision blurred, and his cultivation level even showed signs of instability.
Fu Yunshu ignored all of that and stared intently at Yin Lisheng, only to find that while his life force had stopped waning, there was no sign of him waking up.
Why?
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Author's Note: End of next chapter
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