traction
A dark grey fog, like a thick tide, enveloped Yinglong as he moved forward. Each step felt like treading on cotton wool, weak and powerless. All around him was eternal drowsiness and deathly silence. Only the remnants of shattered memories, like ghostly whispers, loomed in the depths of the fog.
Her pace was slow. Her essence was nearly depleted, her soul riddled with cracks. Even maintaining a basic sense of flight seemed difficult, and she could only rely on her unwavering willpower to trek across this land of twisted laws. She used the Burning Silence Sword as a crutch, its tip occasionally tapping the ground, leaving a faint mark on the gray ground, a mix of dust or bone meal that was quickly erased by the flowing mist.
A feeling of weakness, like a malignant tumor, steadily eroded her consciousness. Her vision darkened, and her ears rang incessantly, signs of her soul being stretched to its limit. She had to stop several times, leaning against a jagged boulder or an ancient weapon half-sunk into the ground, to catch her breath briefly and suppress the fishy, sweet taste rising in her throat.
The aura of the pursuers, like a sword hanging overhead, had not completely dissipated. She could vaguely sense the cold, probing power of the Heavenly Heaven Patrol Mirror sweeping through this vast netherworld like a comb. The maze and time-space freeze she had previously set up had clearly greatly interfered with their judgment, but it hadn't forced them to give up.
She had to find a safer hiding place quickly, or...recover some of her strength.
However, in this dark place with thin spiritual energy and dead air, how easy is it to recover strength?
She tried to absorb the dark and dead air around her, but that energy, full of decay and decadence, was incompatible with her origin as a god of war. Forcibly absorbing it was like drinking poison to quench thirst, and would only accelerate her decline.
Hope seems to be getting slimmer and slimmer.
Just as she leaned against a broken wall covered with unrecognizable ancient runes, taking a breath, her consciousness somewhat blurred due to fatigue -
In the universe in his sleeve, the dark blue core that had been silent all this time suddenly emitted an extremely subtle but extremely clear wave.
It's not intention, nor is it strength.
It's a kind of...traction.
A weak but firm suction force emerged from the core, its target not being the dark and dead air from the outside world, but... the broken and ownerless fragments of laws that permeated this world!
Yinglong suddenly woke up, shocked.
She clearly "saw" that as the suction force emerged, the remnants of laws that originally floated disorderly in the surrounding gray fog, belonging to different eras and different creatures, began to slowly gather towards her cuffs as if being manipulated by an invisible hand!
These fragments of laws contain their own unique "Dao" and "Li". Although broken, they still constitute the precious resources that constitute the origin of the world. Ordinary immortals and gods cannot directly utilize them. Forcible contact will only lead to chaos in their own laws and lead to obsession.
But this dark blue core itself is a peculiar combination of multiple forces, and it has even achieved a preliminary balance within the Law of Annihilation! It seems to be born with the ability to contain and even analyze these fragments of chaotic laws!
Countless colorful and variously shaped light spots, like fireflies, penetrated her sleeves and silently sank into the dark blue core.
The dark blue light on the core's surface seemed to become... even deeper as these fragments of the law merged into it. Its slow and steady pulsation also grew faintly stronger.
What made Yinglong feel even more incredible was that as the core absorbed these fragments of the law, an extremely pure, neutral and peaceful energy feedback, along the close connection between her and the core built by essence, blood, and soul, slowly flowed into her almost dried-up meridians and sea of consciousness!
This energy wasn't the core's own power, but rather the essence it had extracted and purified from the fragments of chaotic laws! It had removed all negative impurities of decadence, death, and violence, leaving only the most fundamental, pure spiritual energy that could be absorbed by any living being!
It’s like a downpour after a long drought!
Yinglong practically moaned in pleasure. The pure energy flowed through her damaged meridians, soothing her fractured soul. Although this small amount of feedback was like a stream to a river compared to her immense energy expenditure, it truly and effectively alleviated her weakness and stabilized her declining condition.
She looked inward in disbelief at the core within her sleeve.
Is it... repaying her?
Even though it wasn't completely stable yet, it was instinctively, or consciously, providing support for her?
Was it because of the drop of her blood essence that had merged with his essence? Or was it because of the special connection that had formed after their shared struggle for life and death? Or perhaps… that newborn spirit still retained some kind of love for her that came from Ao Guang…
Yinglong didn't dare to think about it anymore.
She just clearly realized that the relationship between her and this core had once again undergone subtle but profound changes.
It's no longer just about guardians and the protected.
It's more like a... strange symbiosis.
She provides the initial shelter and guidance, as well as the vital essence and blood, laying the foundation for its existence.
And after it was initially stabilized, it began to give feedback to her in its own unique way, providing her with a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.
Time slowly passes by in the silent journey and the silent exchange of energy.
Yinglong was still weak, but at least her collapse had been halted. She could even feel the tiny cracks in her soul, nourished by the pure energy, showing the faintest signs of healing.
As the core within his sleeve absorbed countless fragments of the laws of the Netherworld, its dark blue light grew more restrained, its pulses becoming more steady and powerful. It remained silent, emitting no thoughts, but Yinglong could sense a slow yet steady transformation taking place within it.
It seems to be using these chaotic laws to continuously consolidate its fragile balance and lay a solid foundation.
The road ahead is still unknown and crises are still lurking.
But in Yinglong's heart, a sense of confidence that he had never felt before quietly arose.
She glanced at the gray front and tightened her grip on the Fen Ji Sword.
Maybe she wasn't completely hopeless.
Perhaps, this road that started with madness can really take a... different path.
She took a step forward and continued walking.
The dark blue core in her sleeve was like a silent companion, accompanying her as she merged into the endless fog deep in the underworld.
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