Chapter 1198 Holy Soul
The hand was also shrouded in shadow, and only a vague outline could be seen.
As he raised his hand, all the remaining icy air in the pavilion, along with the ice crystals after the ice needles exploded, were instantly pulled and compressed by an invisible force.
The air groaned as if it could not bear the weight, and the temperature dropped so sharply that even the soul power seemed to be frozen.
An incomparably huge palm, made entirely of dark blue black ice, suddenly took shape above Luo Li and Di Xuanming's heads!
The lines on the giant palm were clear, and it emitted an absolute dead silence that could freeze the soul and extinguish all life. With the momentum to destroy the world, it slapped down brazenly!
The target was the Chaos Jade Light Shield that protected the two of them, as well as them under the shield.
The power of this palm was far greater than that of the previous ice needle, as if it was going to smash the entire Accord and everything inside into ice chips!
Luo Li's face turned pale instantly, and she felt unprecedented pressure.
The Chaos Jade's light shield emitted a sharp wail, the golden light flickered violently, and fine cracks appeared on the surface.
The soul power in her body rushed into the Chaos Jade frantically, trying to maintain this last barrier.
Di Xuanming also groaned and held on with all his might, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, but his scarlet eyes were still fixed on the direction of the teacup, where the faint remnant of his mother's soul was crumbling under the pressure of the giant palm.
Emperor Xuanming gritted his teeth and roared with all his might:
"Netherworld, Silence!"
boom!
Ice and darkness, cold and dead silence, two somewhat similar but completely opposite, extremely terrifying forces collided fiercely with each other!
The dazzling light swallowed everything in an instant.
The violent energy shock wave swept across the entire Accord like a tsunami.
The barrier that Luo Li had reinforced around the ice lotus twisted violently, emitting a wail as if it was on the verge of breaking.
The Chaos Jade's light shield finally couldn't hold up under the double impact and shattered with a "crack".
Luo Li and Di Xuanming were hit hard and spat out blood at the same time. Their bodies were thrown out and hit the frost-covered wall.
The turbulence of light and energy gradually subsided.
The Accord had been completely reduced to ruins. Except for the Ice Lotus area that Luo Li had tried her best to protect, the rest of the place was in a mess.
The walls were covered with cracks, the ground was bumpy, and covered with thick ice crystals and traces of dark laws.
Di Xuanming was breathing heavily, with blood oozing from many parts of his body. It was obvious that he had suffered serious injuries.
Luo Li and Di Xuanming leaned against the wall, their breathing disordered, blood at the corners of their mouths, both suffered internal injuries, but their eyes were still as sharp as knives, fixed on the black shadow at the door that seemed to have never changed.
The cloaked man still stood there, and the shadow under his hood seemed to have no fluctuations.
It seemed as if the earth-shattering blow just now was just a bit of dust for him.
For the first time, his gaze, with a real scrutinizing look, fell on the woman in white on the ice lotus who was protected by Luo Li behind her.
He then slowly glanced at Di Xuanming and Luo Li, whose mouths were stained with blood but whose eyes were burning with the flame of indomitable spirit.
The cold and dead atmosphere seemed to have a very slight stagnation.
At this moment when the situation was tense and the air seemed to be frozen, the faint ice-blue soul breath in Emperor Xuanming's palm, which was almost dissipating, seemed to sense something and jumped very weakly.
A pure and ancient breath of sorrow that came from the source of blood was like a stone thrown into stagnant water, rippling out extremely faintly but clearly.
This aura and the vast and ancient chill of the cloaked man actually seem to have a vague sense of the same origin.
The cloaked man's posture, which seemed to have remained unchanged for eternity, became noticeably stiff for the first time.
His head, shrouded in the shadow of the hood, suddenly turned towards Di Xuanming's palm.
"This breath?!" A low, hoarse voice filled with disbelief and surprise. For the first time, it no longer exploded directly in the sea of consciousness, but actually came from under the cloak.
The cold murderous intent in the voice receded like the tide, replaced by an extreme shock and exploration!
Luo Li keenly noticed this change, suppressed her surging blood and energy, and shouted sternly, "Stop! If you're here looking for someone, why not ask first before killing them? And the sacred artifact you mentioned is ridiculous!"
His shout was like thunder, exploding in the stagnant and oppressive air.
The terrifying murderous intent surging around the cloaked man actually hesitated for a moment after he felt the faint but common blood sigh in Di Xuanming's palm and heard Luo Li's questioning.
The absolute silence that seemed to freeze time and space seemed to have cracked.
Deep in the shadow of the hood, two points of cold blue light were fixed on Di Xuanming's blood-stained palm. There, the faint ice-blue soul breath was like a candle in the wind, but it stubbornly emitted the call from deep in the blood.
"Ask clearly?" The voice from under the cloak was still cold, but that indifference was mixed with a hint of indescribable complexity, like an undercurrent surging under the ice.
He slowly raised the hand shrouded in shadow, not pointing it at Luo Li or Di Xuanming, but at the woman in white sitting on the ice lotus and the cold jade teacup in front of her.
"The Holy Spirit is warning, the holy artifact is covered in dust, the aura here is disordered, and heretical power remains..."
His voice was low and slow, each word carrying a heavy weight. "You have trespassed into the forbidden area, triggered the Holy Soul's carrier, triggered the Holy Artifact's counterattack, and even attempted to meddle with the Holy Soul's origin. This is a grave sin of blasphemy, and even death is inexplicable! Why bother asking?"
In the last sentence, the cold murderous intent seemed to surge back again, but it was obviously not as resolute as before.
Luo Li said calmly, "I am Luo Li, the Lord of Buli City, and also the leader of the Covenant of the Gods. I don't know what the sacred artifacts and holy souls you are talking about are. If you can, please explain in detail."
The shadow beneath the cloaked figure's hood seemed to freeze for a moment. Two points of cold, blue light flickered between the faint breath of blood in Di Xuanming's palm and Luo Li's upright figure.
Covenant of the Gods...
This alliance name, which had a special status in the Great Wilderness period, obviously exceeded his expectations of being a "mere mortal city".
But the Covenant of the Gods was established during the Great Wilderness for the war between gods and demons. Does it still exist today?
"Covenant of the Gods?" The cold voice finally contained a hint of something that could be called "emotion".
A hint of doubt and scrutiny.
"Leader?"
For the first time, his eyes truly fell on Luo Li, no longer just a glance, but with a sense of evaluation.
That gaze seemed to be able to penetrate her soul, examining the truthfulness of her words and the weight behind them.
Di Xuanming suppressed the surging blood and the stinging pain in his soul. His scarlet eyes fixed on the cloaked figure, and he spoke hoarsely, "Do you recognize this aura? Do you recognize her?!"
His gaze was directed at the woman on the ice lotus, and then suddenly turned to the faint soul in his palm, "Is the holy soul you mentioned my mother?!"
The word "mother" was like a stone thrown into an icy lake, causing a larger ripple in the cloaked man's dead aura.
The cloaked man's figure seemed to become even stiffer.
He was silent, his silhouette shrouded in black robes like an ancient iceberg, but a fierce collision was taking place inside.
It is an ironclad fact that the Holy Soul carrier was taken away from the forbidden area and the Holy Artifact was destroyed after its counterattack was triggered, which cannot be refuted.
However, the aura of the same bloodline in the palm of the young man in front of him, and the woman's self-proclaimed identity as the "Leader of the Covenant of Gods", have thrown the originally clear situation of the "blasphemer" into chaos.
The cloaked figure spoke, "This body is the carrier of my clan's holy soul, and it is definitely not your mother."
Emperor Xuanming frowned, "How is that possible?"
The eyes of the cloaked man hidden under the hood moved. The appearance of this body will change with each generation of the clan's saint. The previous saint never returned after leaving. Although they already have a new saint, the previous saint is not dead, and the appearance of the holy soul carrier cannot be changed.
Could it be...
The eyes of the cloaked man hidden under the hood fluctuated violently. The appearance of this carrier of the holy soul was exactly the same as that of the previous saint.
And the Saint...
The previous Saint did leave the Frozen Throne thousands of years ago and never returned.
Although there were rumors within the clan that she had passed away, the soul lamp she left in the temple had never been extinguished, but its light was extremely dim.
The new Saint has already taken the throne, but the Holy Soul Carrier will only change its appearance after the death of the previous Saint.
Countless fragments collided wildly in the cloaked man's heart, which had been cold and silent for countless years.
"Impossible?" Di Xuanming's roar was filled with blood and tears of accusation. He pointed fiercely at the lifeless body on the ice lotus. "That appearance, that aura, and that voice of Ming'er! Tell me, this isn't my mother?! Then who is she?! A cold artifact of your clan?!"
The faint soul breath in his palm seemed to sense his grief and anger, and jumped unwillingly, emitting clearer sadness and attachment.
Luo Li pressed his palm and said, "Calm down."
She also stepped forward, her eyes sharp as knives, locking onto the cloaked figure. "Sir, if this body is truly the carrier of your clan's sacred soul, as you claim, then why does it look exactly like the mother he remembers? And how do you explain the resonance of blood in his palm? The Covenant of the Gods still exists. If you insist on killing without asking for the reason, even if we both die here today, your clan will be implicated when the other clans of the Covenant uncover the truth!"
"Covenant of the Gods," the cloaked man repeated these four words in a low voice, and the shadow under his hood seemed to deepen.
He seemed to be trying hard to suppress something, and the deadly aura was no longer stable, revealing a hint of confusion and incredible fear.
He raised his head suddenly, and the two points of cold blue light penetrated the shadows, and for the first time, he "looked" at Di Xuanming so clearly. It was no longer an examination, but an exploration that almost penetrated the soul.
His gaze was fixed on the depths of Di Xuanming's eyes, which were bloodshot with anger.
At this moment.
In the deepest part of Emperor Xuanming's black eyes, which were burning with anger and despair, an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible ice-blue light flashed in an instant, like a star that had been sleeping for thousands of years suddenly lighting up.
That was not the light of soul power, but a brand that came from the deepest part of the blood and was innate.
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