My voice
The moment the cold blade pierced through the fabric, Yunxiu could clearly feel the chill of the metal against his skin. Then came a piercing pain—incalculable.
The tip of the Liuyun Sword first pressed against her heart, carrying most of Qingya's concentrated spiritual power, and pierced into her flesh fiercely. The white beads on the sword tassel brushed against her clothes, leaving a cold mark; then, two light blades from the Piercing Cloud Array also pierced through her left shoulder and right waist. The light blades carried the unique sharp spiritual energy of the Qinglan Sect, stirring in the wound.
Warm blood gushed out instantly, flowing down the hem of her clothes and forming a dark red puddle on the bluestone slabs. Even her hand holding the hilt of the sword was stained, and the veins on the sword were filled with blood.
"Stop! Qingya!"
The referee's roar finally broke through the audience's uproar. The token in his hand slammed against the edge of the competition platform. The green warning spiritual power rushed towards Qingya, but was blocked by the outer light net of the Ciyun Formation. Qingya had actually opened the defense of the formation to the maximum, which could even block the referee's intervention.
Yunxiu raised his eyes with difficulty, and his vision was already beginning to blur.
Wu Yi frantically struggled to break through the outer perimeter of the Piercing Cloud Formation. The bandage on his left arm ripped open, rubbing off the newly formed scab. Blood oozed out and dripped down his arm. He shouted something, but Yunxiu couldn't hear. He was pinned to the ground by two Qinglan Sect disciples, unable to take even a single step.
Yan Xiu stood a little further away, his dark-colored clothes rustling in the mountain breeze. His hand gripping the sword was shaking.
Pain. Excruciating pain.
Yunxiu could feel his life slipping away bit by bit. The immortal power in his body was like beads with broken strings, dissipating rapidly. Even his breathing became heavy. Every breath he took pulled at the wound on his heart, bringing out a strong smell of blood.
Her iron sword fell to the ground with a clang, and the crooked little flower on the scabbard was stained red with blood, and its original appearance could no longer be seen.
But she was unwilling to give up.
She still hadn’t obtained the Soul-Condensing Jade Marrow… and still hadn’t found Senior Sister Jing Er…
She couldn't fall here.
At this moment, the pendant on my neck suddenly became hot, as if it was about to melt into my skin.
It was an amulet made from the most complete tail feather before she transformed. Normally, it would only glow slightly when she was emotionally excited, but at this moment, it was like a lit fire, and the scorching temperature passed down her skin and reached her heart.
Yunxiu could clearly feel that the light of the pendant resonated with the dormant power in his body - not the flexible fluctuations with the scent of grass and trees like the little white bird's immortal power, but a condensed, heavy power like mountains and rivers, which was awakening little by little along the blood vessels.
She remembered what Zhihuan had said at the inn: "You are the last vessel of the Ancient God's power and his only hope for revival."
I recalled the picture that Bai Luo had drawn with his spiritual power: the ancient god’s crumbling body turned into mountains and rivers, and his divine power spread into the spiritual veins.
Thinking of Yan Xiu's previous worries: "Don't use this power again, it's very dangerous."
Yunxiu couldn't see anything, but she could hear clearly in her mind - could this really be the "divine power" in her body?
Wasn't it an illusion, Zhi Huan's deception, or her imagination? Was this power truly within her, having been with her since she was a little white bird that had only pecked at divine essence?
"ah--!"
Yunxiu suddenly raised his head and a hoarse roar escaped from his throat.
It wasn't because of the pain, but because the power in the body finally broke through the shackles and suddenly erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years.
A cold white light gushed out from the wound in her heart and instantly enveloped her entire body. The blood that was originally flowing seemed to be temporarily frozen by this force. The sword and light blade that pierced her body began to tremble slightly, making a "buzzing" sound.
The sneer on Qingya's face froze instantly. He tried to grip the Liuyun Sword tightly, wanting to push the sword forward an inch more to completely end the competition, but he found that the sword was firmly held back by an invisible force. Not only could it not penetrate, but it was pushed back by the cold white light.
"What's going on?"
He felt a numbness in his wrist, and the green spiritual power on the Liuyun Sword began to dim, like a candle flame suppressed by a strong wind. Compared with the cold white light surrounding Yunxiu, it seemed fragile and ridiculous.
The audience in the audience was completely shocked.
"What is that light?!" A casual cultivator carrying a huge sword on his back stood up suddenly, pointing at the competition stage, his voice trembling.
“I don’t know! But it’s such a strong aura… much stronger than Senior Brother Qingya’s spiritual power!” The disciples of Qinglan Sect looked at each other, their eyes full of shock.
The elder of Baicao Valley stroked his beard and frowned tightly: "This aura... doesn't seem like immortal power, but more like..." He didn't finish his words, but subconsciously looked at Bai Luo at the elders' seat. Seeing Bai Luo's solemn expression, he knew that his guess was probably correct.
The light blades of the Thorn Cloud Formation were the first to disintegrate.
Enveloped by the cold white light, the cyan blades melted away bit by bit, like ice and snow encountering the blazing midday sun. They dissolved into tiny specks of light that scattered through the air, leaving no trace. The blades that had pierced Yunxiu's left shoulder and right waist were the first to be shaken away. They landed on the bluestone slab with a clang and instantly snapped in two. The cuts still shone with the charred black of divine power.
The sword at his heart began to loosen. Yunxiu could feel the divine power in his body surge up along the sword's edge like an unstoppable torrent.
Qingya's face grew paler and paler, and his hand gripping the hilt of the sword began to slip. He gritted his teeth and tried to resist, but found that his spiritual power was totally vulnerable in the face of this inexplicable force - like a pebble hitting a boulder, unable to even create a ripple.
"Impossible!" Qingya roared, trying to mobilize the last of his spiritual energy. "You are just a little girl with a basic level of cultivation. How can you have such strong power?!"
Yunxiu slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were no longer as bright and clear as before, but were covered with a layer of cold white halo, like a layer of sacred and distant light.
She raised her hand, her fingertips touched the hilt of the Qingya Sword, and gently pushed it——
"Bang!"
Qingya was like being hit by a huge rock. He flew backwards and hit the railing of the competition stage hard. The railing broke instantly and he fell on the stone steps below the stage. A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining his indigo suit red.
The sword fell to the ground with a clang. Two of the three white beads on the tassel shattered, and fine cracks appeared on the sword body, obviously injured by the divine power.
Yunxiu slowly stood up straight, the cold white light around him still flickering.
The wounds on his heart, left shoulder, and right waist were still bleeding, but the divine power temporarily suppressed the bleeding, and the blood no longer flowed like before.
She looked down at her hands, the residual warmth of divine power still lingering on her fingertips. The power was still surging in her body, with a bit of uncontrolled violence, making her feel dizzy - this was far beyond her control, like a wild horse that could drag her into the abyss at any time.
"Xiao You!"
Wu Yi rushed to the competition stage like crazy, the wound on his left arm was still bleeding, but he supported Yunxiu's shaky body regardless:
"How are you? Where does it hurt?"
Yan Xiu also walked over quickly. He didn't touch Yun Xiu, but just stood beside her, his dark eyes fixed on the cold white light around her:
"Don't use this power anymore, steady your breath first."
He could clearly feel...
Although the divine power temporarily suppressed Yunxiu's wounds, it was eroding her spiritual veins bit by bit. If this continued, even if she won the competition, Yunxiu's body would collapse.
The referee also walked onto the stage, frowned at Qingya on the ground, and announced loudly: "Semi-finals, Yaoxishan Yunxiu wins!"
Yan Xiu helped Yun Xiu down from the competition stage. The mountain breeze blew on their bodies, bringing a bit of coolness.
She knew that her opponent in the final would be stronger, and the divine power in her body was both her trump card and a sword hanging over her head.
But she had no way to retreat and could only move forward.
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