Boundless Tracing Back to the Immortal Realm
His left hand barely reached out from the crevice.
As long as Xie Jinhui touches the Soul Lock, even if his immortal body, now reduced to dust, truly dissipates, I can re-bind him.
A sharp pain shot through my life force as the Soul Lock tore through me. I stretched out my arm and opened my palm, ready to pull it back.
Xie Jinhui's crystalline fingertips suddenly paused, curving slightly as if turning back, and the Soul Lock seemed to freeze at the moment of perfect understanding.
The fake Heavenly Emperor was so shocked that he flung his hand away, and the ice cage shattered for some unknown reason.
Just as he flicked his hand, I seemed to see a faint, almost imperceptible glimmer of light flash by within the golden dust that Xie Jinhui had transformed into.
That was a foreshadowing that had already been planted among the countless illusionary threads that he had been forced to "feed" to the fake Heavenly Emperor.
Like lit fuses, they instantly detonated the ice cage structure that shared the same origin (the power of the false Heavenly Emperor)!
The flying ice crystals all attacked in the same direction, each one embedding itself inside the fake Heavenly Emperor's purple robes and on his thin skin.
The shattered ice spikes did not invade randomly; they were arranged in a very orderly manner, forming a purple celestial map resonating with the stars on the fake Heavenly Emperor's skin.
I immediately realized that this was a counterattack using the power of a fake Heavenly Emperor, forcing out the locations of the various fortresses in his body.
Beneath these fortresses, at the points where flesh and skin were still connected, the icy blades were poised to strike, ready to sever all ties at once.
If that's the case, is the creature hidden beneath the skin a water-form monster, or the Holy Emperor himself?
If it were the Holy Emperor, could he awaken again by relying on the divine consciousness that Xie Jinhui and Jin Chen were protecting?
I understand Xie Jinhui's good intentions in wanting to save Emperor Shengsheng in this urgent situation.
But why didn't he seize the Soul Chain first and then launch a counterattack? Was it because he didn't have enough time and couldn't have both, or was it due to an unexpected situation?
I don't know, and neither does the panicked fake Heavenly Emperor.
Seven orbs of light appeared again in the void; they were clearly the henchmen of the false Heavenly Emperor!
No! They're not henchmen.
I struggled forward with my empty hand, trying to use the Soul Lock to touch Xie Jinhui.
Suddenly, the seven streams of light reflected off the fake Heavenly Emperor and created seven more spheres of light. The fourteen spheres, like yin and yang, attracted each other and collided to become seven new spheres of light.
I saw shimmering water floating between the new orbs of light, the flowing water swaying and forming a body made of chains of seven-colored orbs of light.
The water body formed in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, the false Heavenly Emperor's body withered like a dead tree, decaying and producing a swirling flame of demonic wind.
There was no time to exclaim.
Whether the body of the Holy Emperor was real or not, it simply vanished.
There wasn't even a chance to grit his teeth and blurt out, "So those seven orbs of light were the monster's true form!"
The great fire on the Heavenly Emperor's body exploded in an instant, bursting forth with a merciless force that devoured heaven and earth.
Flames of venomous snakes danced wildly in the sky; it all happened in an instant.
The raging fire engulfed the golden dust and quicksand that Xie Jinhui had used to envelop his spiritual consciousness. I saw the golden dust, like dancing starlight, vanish in the blink of an eye.
The tears I shed poured down like rain, but they couldn't extinguish a deadly fire that threatened to destroy everyone.
The flames spread rapidly, and all the immortals thought that this raging fire would sweep across the entire Fourteen Strings Plain.
They were all using their divine power to try and cut off the danger, but...
Suddenly, a buzzing sound came from the sky, accompanied by a terrifying celestial chant that sounded like an ancient sacrificial text.
The raging fire failed to spread unchecked, because within the dazzling flames, a point of light, a mixture of gold and water, flickered.
This point radiates a white rainbow that crushes the sunlight, creating a rainbow-like barrier between the fourteen strings and the empty mountain.
The flames were trapped in a small circle, which provoked the seven water-bodied creatures to launch a desperate, all-or-nothing struggle.
With the Soul Lock still burning, I feel that I too will experience the excruciating pain of being in purgatory, burning and consuming my very being.
But I didn't feel any pain at all; instead, I felt lighter and freer.
This unusual physical sensation made me laugh through my tears.
Either Xie Jinhui is desperately protecting me, or I am really about to die, and my primordial spirit is starting to drift away.
In a daze, I saw the seven-sphere water body flying desperately, accelerating in a rage, surging with seven-colored magical power, rushing towards a speck of dust that was still changing between gold and silver.
The immortals were busy in the heavens, amidst swirling clouds and mist; who knew what they were all doing?
Transfer immortal power to Xie Jinhui?
To extinguish the fire by drawing water from all the world's waters?
To set up a grand formation to slay demons?
Are we to bring in the Thunder Executioner, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the water monster at any time?
There were also those who hesitated to study the formation, hoping to create a rescue gap in Xie Jinhui's protective barrier.
They were also worried about how to ensure the safety of the fourteen strings and how to respond proactively when a large fire was about to erupt.
I saw Jianyuan repeatedly making holes in the barrier, ignoring the immortals' attempts to stop him.
He roared, "What kind of filthy fire is this? They just want to burn my father to death!"
"Father, let me in, I'll burn them all down!"
I had no emotions left, only a frantic breath-holding as I stared up at the seven water spheres, moving like afterimages, suddenly shattering my dust...
"Thank you, Jinhui!"
"Master!"
...
My shrill roar and the cries of the Twelve Fairies of True Beauty could not pierce the sea of sighs that the immortals had created above my head.
They all shook their heads. What are you shaking your heads for?
Although you are closer, what makes you think Xie Jinhui has already perished?
What are you whispering and lamenting about?
If Xie Jinhui really perished, why didn't that great fire immediately erupt and fall on our heads?
He's broken, but so what? He's still here.
Yes, yes.
Before the thought even finished, the sky was suddenly filled with red light—it was red light, not the color of fire.
Inside the Purple Palace, countless stars from the endless star field shone and sang in unison, responding to the Heavenly Emperor's soul with the voice of star spirits.
A red figure flashed out to the east of Feikong Mountain.
Seeing his silver hair flowing like a spring, he raised his hand and lightly touched the barrier of the imprisoned fire, and his entire figure disappeared into the red light, red lines, and red flames.
That is the Emperor Yifeng Canal!
I glanced down at the Tai Su Wu Nian Stone; it remained as silent as yesterday, its entire body restored to its righteous blackness, detached from worldly affairs.
The red light suddenly intensified, and a familiar hope welled up in my heart. It was so familiar... what was that?
Gao Fei, standing outside the barrier, pressed one hand against the ravine while using the other to draw heavenly water into the barrier. The old immortal Qin Miao suddenly knelt down in worship.
He raised his voice to the heavens and earth.
"This is the Heavenly Emperor's magical artifact, the Glazed Time-Extinguishing Blade, it can..."
The Glazed Time Ashes? I think I've heard of it before, but what is it again?
Just as Qin Miao began to play, a divine artifact, half fire emblem and half icy snow, appeared in the red sky.
I vaguely heard the immortal Qinmiao utter the words "Sea of Time".
Then, as if he had lost his senses, he hurriedly got up and stared at the flames gradually dissipating within the barrier, looking lost and forlorn.
Did the old immortal kneel down just now? Why did he kneel down? What did he say?
I felt a moment of disorientation, and the impressions of what Qin Miao had done and said simply vanished from my memory.
Some of the immortals shook their heads, while others rubbed their temples, all lost in a fleeting, dreamlike state that vanished in an instant, leaving no trace of their memories.
The flames within the barrier were as weak as blades of grass breaking through the soil.
A red gust of wind swept by, and all the fire grasses fell down, leaving no trace.
At this moment, Yi Fengqu's red-clad immortal body reappeared on the surface of the barrier. This time, with a flick of his finger, the barrier shattered into mottled light spots, which then condensed and dissipated.
The pale-eyed woman in red swept across the crowd of immortals and landed on me.
Yi Fengqu smiled faintly at me, and with a flick of his hand, sent the Soul Lock back into my sea of consciousness, along with a gentle revival power to nourish my immortal body.
Yi Fengqu smiled and turned his head, asking about the dark place where the flames had dissipated, but the red mist surged like sea waves, and the magical artifacts glowed.
"You chose her?" he asked.
From the shadows, a muffled voice drifted out, distant and restricted, yet seemingly about to break free of its confinement.
The voice responded softly, "Mmm."
Even though it sounded somewhat unfamiliar, even though there was only a slight sense of familiarity, I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.
That's Xie Jinhui's tone, right?
Yi Fengqu withdrew the immortal power he had invested in me, smiled, and his figure flashed away.
"Fine, then don't blame me."
In the flash of his red robes, I couldn't see where he disappeared to, leaving only an echo that faded into the distance.
"I hope that you will also be a part of the future here."
Good luck to you...
The extinguished flames did not fall, but the scent lingering in the red smoke spread along with the fluttering petals, the dazed neon lights, and the ethereal music.
The moment that fragrance entered my nostrils, my tears stopped.
Xie Jinhui, you are still that little speck of incense that smokes as soon as it burns, and whose fragrance grows stronger the longer it burns.
But where are you? Will you appear after the red fades away?
What about the Holy Emperor? Was his spiritual consciousness restored?
Where is the water monster? Why isn't he continuing to twist the seven orbs of light?
The immortals all moved closer to the top, but still maintained a certain distance.
Emperor Yifeng came and went in a hurry, and said something cryptic: "May you have good fortune!"
Does this mean that the battle in the sky is not over, or even unclear, and that we could see fighting again at any time?
The shape of the magical artifact, with its handle displaying both ice and fire, constantly shifting and changing, became increasingly clear, and finally, many fellow cultivators recognized the artifact's name and origin.
"Isn't this the magical artifact that Emperor Shengsheng used when he was the emperor?" a fellow immortal said.
"Yes, yes, those are the two sharp swords."
Two sharp swords? I listened intently as I rose into the clouds.
"One is named Hanqi, and the other is named Nuoyan. Before the Heavenly Emperor ascended the throne, he sealed these two magical artifacts, which were too full of killing and decisive energy, in his residence."
It seems that today, the Holy Emperor Sheng Sheng is determined to kill, which is why he combined the two swords into one, leaving no way for that water-shaped creature to survive.
As I wandered among the immortals, there was no need to explain the origins of Han Qi Nuo Yan at this time.
Generally speaking, when the two swords are combined, the thing that is slain by the sword will suffer the torment of both ice and fire, and its primordial spirit will be unable to ascend to heaven or descend to earth. It will not stop until the primordial spirit, primordial soul, and all the origins of the primordial spirit are completely destroyed.
Such sword intent is indeed inconsistent with the benevolence and righteousness of the Holy Emperor.
I always felt that it wasn't the Holy Emperor who made the move.
With this feeling in mind, my movements flowed smoothly as I ascended continuously.
All that could be heard was a simultaneous cry of surprise from the various groups of immortals scattered throughout the area.
My eyes, which were fixed on the ritual implement, trembled slightly, and then I smiled.
The cold flames combined and riveted together to form a shape resembling a double-pointed vajra.
There was a space in the very center, and I was in that space when I saw a hand emerge from the shadows of the red mist and grasp it directly onto the handle of the artifact.
If you say I can't hear his voice clearly, you can use the excuse that it's a mixed mass of voices or that the voice is distant and hard to distinguish.
But his left hand, which held my deepest affections, drew me to willingly fall in love with his left hand.
I recognize it, I recognize it no matter what.
I so wanted to blurt out his name, Xie Jinhui.
But the deep shadows of the mortal world, the blinding curtain that obscured the handshake, suddenly dissipated.
What first caught my eye was the Frostfire, which strung together the seven orbs of light from the water-shaped monster from top to bottom into a string of seven-colored candied hawthorns, frozen in place...
Well
Xie Jinhui won?
The shock of this scene completely blew my mind away.
When I was transformed into a grasshopper, this monster caught me and I was worried about being strung up.
Hehe, that's good, the monsters are everywhere now. Xie Jinhui did a good job, he finally got his revenge!
However, the seven orbs of light did not die out; they trembled at different frequencies.
It seems that each of them is an independent individual, and the increasingly shallow water is just a temporary stage for their joint performance.
Following that left hand that always puts my mind at ease.
I saw the wrist of the person skewering the skewers, his sleeves, the swaying of his celestial robes, his celestial body, his…
My eyes widened suddenly.
As I gradually saw him clearly, I felt more at ease, then more surprised, doubtful, and finally terrified.
Who is that ethereal, solitary figure holding a colorful candied hawthorn in his left hand?
He resembled Xie Jinhui, yet he was clearly not him.
They look alike, or rather, they have different temperaments, different features, and even the maturity and compassion in their eyes are different.
This immortal, who still captivates me, has a calm expression and his gaze is focused on the candied hawthorn.
That wasn't greed; it was a completely innocent "Don't worry, I'll kill you."
His body was radiant and glowing with the shimmering luster of mountains and lakes.
His long hair was unbound, dancing in the wind like a stream, a cold pool, or an abyss...
The fairy robe she wore was not the one with rainbow silk threads, but rather a robe with snow-capped mountains as its warp and waters as its weft, flowing with pure light and an unseen beauty of the sea color.
I think I recognize this color, and I can even call it by its name—Azure Snow Orchid!
Is he Xie Jinhui? Is he really Xie Jinhui? Why doesn't he even look at me and tell me "I'm here"?
A profound silence fell over the fourteen strings, broken only by the whispering wind and the lingering fragrance of immortals.
"The Seven Desires!" The immortal's words were like ice suddenly breaking, chilling and piercing.
The seven spheres of light were indeed alive, and they simultaneously lit up and began to shout and roar in unison.
"Who are you! How do you know who we are!" Seven Balls' question is exactly what I wanted to ask.
Immortal, who are you? Can you return Xie Jinhui to me?
The immortal shifted his gaze and turned to me.
Huh? How could he be so full of tenderness, even more so than Xie Jinhui?
He is Xie Jinhui! It must be!
I immediately mobilized my cloud again, no matter what happened, I had to stand by his side.
He kept gazing at me, his gaze captivating and mesmerizing.
"I am..."
I looked up abruptly and met his gaze.
"Beyond the Boundless Heavens, Emperor, Su Ling." His words resonated powerfully.
Who do you say you are?!
I was stunned!
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