vitality
Within the ancient beast's skull, time seemed frozen. Only Yinglong's slightly rapid breathing and the forcibly suppressed, deathly silent core within his sleeve proved that the ferocious struggle hadn't been an illusion.
She took a long breath, finally managing to suppress the surging blood and the stabbing pain in her soul. The continuous high-intensity combat, the spatial travel, and especially the exhaustion from suppressing the backlash from her core, had left even this immortal body, tempered by countless battles, feeling unprecedented fatigue.
However, the mental tension far outweighs the physical wear and tear.
She could clearly sense that the thing within her sleeve hadn't truly "surrendered." The silence was more like a false alarm before a storm. The forcibly suppressed annihilation and murderous intent within, like a blocked volcano, were accumulating even more terrifying power.
It's not advisable to stay here for long. The prince's "Zhou Tian Xun Jie Mirror" is no mere decoration. Although the Netherworld Qi can interfere, it will be difficult to guarantee that it will not capture any clues if it is left there for too long.
She must leave the Nine Netherworld Rift as soon as possible and find a place that can completely isolate her from the Heavenly Court's investigation and give her enough time to solve the core problem.
where?
Although the Three Realms are vast, there are only a handful of places that can meet both of these conditions at the same time.
Some ancient forbidden areas might be possible, but most of them are unknown and dangerous, and may not be able to completely avoid the supervision of the Emperor of Heaven.
Her gaze involuntarily drifted beyond her skull, where, floating in the gray mist, were the remnants of countless eons. Those shattered memories, frozen emotions, annihilated civilizations… they all sank here, interwoven into the unique laws of this netherworld.
perhaps……
An extremely bold, even crazy idea, like a flash of lightning in the darkness, suddenly flashed through her mind.
Since conventional methods cannot isolate it from detection, nor can they resolve the desolation within the core, then... is it possible to utilize the characteristics of the Nine Netherworld itself?
Using these remnants of the fallen, chaotic laws, they constructed a temporary "maze" composed entirely of disordered time and space and shattered memories? An "information labyrinth" that even the power of the Heavenly Emperor would find difficult to penetrate in a short period of time?
The thought frightened even her.
This is like trying to pull chestnuts from the fire. If mishandled, not only will it fail to form an effective shield, but it may also be attacked by the reverberations of these chaotic laws, and even be lost in the endless fragmentation of time and space.
However, this seems to be the only feasible way to buy time at the moment.
Risks and opportunities coexist.
Yinglong's eyes gradually grew sharper. She was the God of War, and conquest and decisiveness were ingrained in her blood. Seeking hope in desperate situations was her instinct.
She no longer hesitated.
She stood up, walked to the edge of the skull, and looked out at the endless gray sea of fog. She slowly raised her hands, and the Burning Silence Sword hovered in front of her, the tip of the sword pointing into the depths of the fog.
The divine power was no longer a fiery crimson. Instead, as her mind shifted, it began to mimic and draw upon the surrounding, chaotic, netherworld aura. The crimson light gradually grew dim and mottled, as if stained with the dust of time and the sorrowful wishes of countless lost souls.
She wanted to use her own divine power as a guide, and the Burning Silence Sword as a hub, to forcibly "weave" the remnants of the laws of this area!
This is an extremely delicate and dangerous process, requiring her to have absolute control over power and a deep understanding of the laws.
Time passes by little by little.
Fine beads of sweat once again beaded Yinglong's forehead, but her gaze remained intensely focused. From the tip of the Fenji Sword, strands of mottled energy, imbued with the aura of fragments of memories from different eras, were drawn out. Guided by her divine power, they began to intertwine and entwine like thread.
At first, a blurry, distorted area of light and shadow formed around her. Gradually, this area expanded, and the colors became more chaotic. Sometimes it showed the flashes of swords and sabers on ancient battlefields, sometimes it echoed the hustle and bustle of the market, sometimes it was filled with the whispers of lovers, and sometimes it was filled with the sorrow of a broken country and a ruined family...
Countless broken fragments of time and space were forcibly blended together to form a bizarre spherical field with completely collapsed logic, which slowly wrapped and swallowed the ancient beast skull and the Yinglong inside it.
From the outside, there was only a "fog" that kept changing colors and emitting confusing information. It was no different from the other Netherworld echoes around it, and was even more inconspicuous.
"Maze", it's done.
Yinglong breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the chaotic flow of information around him that would have made even a Daluo Jinxian dizzy, and his heart settled slightly. This makeshift maze might not be able to stop the Emperor's personal investigation, but it would definitely hinder the pursuit of the Crown Prince and the immortals, buying her precious time.
She retracted the Fenji Sword and sat cross-legged again.
Now, it is time to face the most fundamental problem - the "bomb" in the sleeve that may explode again at any time.
She took it out again and held it in front of her.
After the previous forced suppression and the current stimulation of the chaotic laws of the outside world, the core's state seemed to have undergone some subtle changes. The dark blue light was no longer pure, and the newly born spirituality within, washed away by the chaotic information flow, seemed even more bewildered and helpless, like a candle flickering in a storm. And the black energy of extinction, although still dormant, seemed to resonate with the surrounding dark death energy, becoming even deeper and more unfathomable.
We can no longer just suppress it by force.
Suppression will only make internal conflicts more acute and eventually lead to a complete and irreversible outbreak.
She needs guidance.
We need to find a way to resolve the resentful energy of extinction and stabilize the new spirituality, or at least allow them to reach a relatively stable balance that can be maintained for a long time.
What to do?
Yinglong stared at the core, lost in thought. She tried again, sending out a gentle wisp of consciousness, like the finest raindrop, to gently touch the newborn, fragile spirit.
[Afraid...] A faint thought came, trembling.
[Don't be afraid.] Yinglong sent a soothing thought, [The outside world is in chaos, but I will protect you.]
She carefully guided the spiritual consciousness to avoid the violent and destructive area inside, just like guiding an ignorant child to sense the relatively "peaceful" parts inside the core that belonged to the origin of the dragon soul - that was Ao Guang's innate affinity for water, control over power, and... a hint of deep-seated pride belonging to the dragon clan.
The newborn spirit seemed to calm down a little after coming into contact with these relatively "familiar" original auras, and began to instinctively snuggle up to and absorb them.
At the same time, Yinglong also began to try to use her own will of the god of war and the breath of the dragon clan contained in her own essence and blood to "infect" the newborn spirit, trying to leave her own mark in its ignorant consciousness, making it more dependent on and trust herself, thereby enhancing its "immunity" to the internal power of extinction.
This is a slow and difficult process, like embroidering on the edge of a cliff. If you are not careful, you will stimulate the sleeping beast.
Time flows in another way in this maze woven by broken memories and disordered time and space.
Yinglong didn't know how much time had passed in the outside world, and didn't know whether the prince's pursuers were still lingering nearby.
Her entire mind was immersed in the silent struggle and difficult guidance with the core in her sleeve.
She didn't know whether this approach would ultimately succeed.
She only knew that this was the only choice she had at the moment.
Protect, or destroy?
The answer may be hidden in the bizarre maze deep in the darkness, and in every subtle exchange of thoughts between her and that core.
The prince, who was far away in the Heavenly Palace, was now facing the completely chaotic and inexplicable dark area in the Zhoutian Xunjie Mirror. His face turned ashen and he smashed the jade table beside him with a punch.
"Find her! Even if I have to turn Jiuyou upside down, I have to find her for me!"
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