Chapter 223 Didn't you just tell Po'er that I am the most cold and ruthless emperor?
Shen Yuepo glanced at Lu Zheng, who was still asleep on the hospital bed, but whose breathing had become more stable.
Finally, his gaze fell back on Lu Jin, who was crying her eyes out.
It's impossible to find peace and quiet now.
She sighed, her voice tinged with helplessness, "Don't cry yet. You don't need to stay at my house."
Seeing Lu Jin's face crumble instantly, on the verge of another meltdown, she calmly added before he could wail again:
"I will set up a protective array at your home, as well as your parents' home, to ensure the safety of your whole family. These next few days, stay home and rest, and don't go out unnecessarily."
Upon hearing this, Lu Jin nodded her head vigorously, like a chicken pecking at rice: "No need for that, Master! I'm too scared to live alone, I plan to go back to my parents' place! I'll just set up the formation at my parents' house! I'll stay with them!"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
"Okay, I'll rescue your sister now. Quiet down."
Lu Jin immediately covered her mouth and sat quietly on the ground.
Shen Yuepo walked straight to Lu Zheng's bedside.
The torrential rain outside the window had not stopped, and lightning occasionally illuminated her serene profile.
Shen Yuepo extended his right index finger and hovered it three inches above Lu Zheng's brow.
A wisp of spiritual energy slowly emerged from her fingertip, carefully forming the outermost layer of the gray energy cocoon that imprisoned Lu Zheng's three souls and seven spirits.
The moment they touched, Shen Yuepo's consciousness trembled slightly.
The gray energy was not inanimate, but rather like a living vine. Sensing the touch of an external force, it immediately sent out a chilling devouring force, attempting to erode her spiritual power in the opposite direction.
Shen Yuepo's expression remained unchanged, but the chill in his heart intensified.
"Using fate as a guide and soul as a foundation, he constructs a cage... Yun Jingyan's style has truly remained unchanged for a century."
Shen Yuepo raised his other hand, palm down, and placed it lightly above Lu Zheng's chest.
Sensing the mournful cries of the trapped souls below, the Reincarnation Ring spontaneously emitted a faint light.
It enveloped Lu Zheng's heart meridian area, stabilizing her physical vitality and soothing the instinctive fear and restlessness of her soul caused by the confinement.
Time slips away silently.
Gradually, a crack appeared on the gray energy cocoon due to the spiritual power of Chen Yue Po.
A faint aura of pure Yin and golden light of merit belonging to Lu Zheng's soul could be seen through the gap.
Shen Yuepo's eyes narrowed. Now!
She pressed down sharply with her right index finger, and spiritual energy flowed into the gap.
"The yin binds the yang, and the soul returns to its rightful place."
"When the clouds disperse and the moon shines bright, the shackles will naturally fall off."
"Breaking the seal!"
With her clear and crisp decree, the imprisoned evil power transformed into wisps of gray smoke and rose up.
"Um…"
Lu Zheng, who had been unresponsive on the hospital bed, suddenly let out a painful groan.
Her eyelashes trembled violently, her face turned pale and flushed at times, and her body began to spasm slightly involuntarily.
This is the power of the soul being released from its imprisonment beginning to flow again, and the soul attempting to regain control of the body's normal reaction, but the process is inevitably accompanied by discomfort and pain.
The spiritual energy pressed down by Shen Yuepo's left palm immediately intensified, and his right index finger drew a calming talisman on Lu Zheng's forehead while he softly chanted:
"My spirit is at peace, my soul is calm, and my mind is clear!"
"The imperial edict commands you to return to your original positions; there is no need for further panic!"
The illusory talisman cast a soft glow, which entered Lu Zheng's brow.
Lu Zheng's spasms gradually subsided, and although her breathing was still rapid, she slowly regained her own rhythm.
Shen Yuepo slowly withdrew her hands and exhaled a breath of turbid air.
She could sense that Lu Zheng's soul had regained its freedom, but due to the long period of confinement and the impact just now, it would take time to recover naturally.
Lu Jin was still in shock, but she was also worried about her sister. Seeing this, she quickly asked, "Master, how is my sister?"
"The soul's imprisonment has been lifted, and he should be able to awaken tomorrow." Shen Yuepo said succinctly, while placing a folded talisman in Lu Zheng's hand.
This talisman can help stabilize her newly returned, still somewhat weak soul.
Before Lu Jin could utter her words of gratitude, Shen Yuepo's expression suddenly hardened, and she abruptly turned to look in the direction of the barrier.
"Buzz!"
A violent energy fluctuation came from inside, and the entire spatial barrier trembled outward.
It was as if some terrifying force was clashing violently inside.
The battle between Feng Jin and Yun Jingyan... seems to have reached a critical juncture.
Inside the barrier, the scenery is completely different from the outside world.
This is not a hospital ward, but a boundless, desolate space filled with a ghostly aura.
The laws are distorted here, and the flow of time seems different as well.
The two people in the arena had long since shed their mortal disguises and revealed their true forms.
Feng Jin wore a dark black imperial robe embroidered with dark gold runes depicting the cycle of reincarnation in the underworld, exuding boundless majesty.
He stood amidst the gray fog, like the abyss itself.
On his handsome yet otherworldly face, a bloodstain ran diagonally down his cheekbone, which, far from diminishing his majesty, added a touch of grim, battle-worn beauty.
Yun Jingyan, who was opposite him, was in an even more disheveled state.
The original moon-white brocade robe was torn in many places and stained with pale gold bloodstains with a blackish tinge.
His face was covered in crisscrossing scars, especially a cut that ran diagonally from his brow to his jaw, with the skin torn and the flesh rolled back.
A faint, dark, ghostly power entangled and eroded him, preventing his healing and undermining the restorative power of his demigod body.
Yun Jingyan's breathing was erratic, and the indifference in his eyes was replaced by resentment.
Feng Jin raised his hand, his fingertips slowly wiping the bloodstains on his cheek. He caught a glimpse of dark gold at his fingertips and chuckled softly.
The laughter was different from its usual coldness or gentleness towards Shen Yuepo; instead, it carried a kind of arrogant and mocking tone, as if it looked down on everything and believed itself to be the only one worthy of respect.
“Yun Jingyan,” he spoke, his voice echoing in the deathly silence, “didn’t you just tell Po’er that I am the most cold and ruthless emperor?”
He deliberately emphasized the word "Po'er," conveying absolute possessiveness and intimacy, like a sharp thorn piercing Yun Jingyan's most sensitive nerve.
A flash of jealousy did indeed cross Yun Jingyan's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
Feng Jin slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, palm facing upward.
With this movement, the gray mist within the entire barrier surged wildly, converging towards his palm.
The vast power of the Netherworld Emperor erupted completely.
"Then today..." Feng Jin's lips curved into a deeper smile, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes, "I will never show you any mercy again."
The moment the words fell, a giant seal phantom solidified above Feng Jin's palm.
The inscription was surrounded by six constantly rotating vortexes of light and shadow, emanating a terrifying aura that suppressed all living beings.
The moment the Fengdu Imperial Seal appeared, Yun Jingyan felt the space around him completely solidify, and an invisible pressure rolled in from all directions.
The flow of divine power within his body became sluggish, and the wounds on his face reopened, oozing out more blood with a pale golden sheen tinged with black energy.
Yun Jingyan rapidly formed hand seals, his tattered moon-white brocade robe billowing without wind.
The spiritual power that originally carried the aura of a demigod has completely transformed into a strange energy that corrodes the life force of all things, condensing into a huge phantom behind him.
"All Spirits Devour the Dao! Devour the Heavens!"
The ashen phantom opened its massive maw, like a black hole, and actively met the descending Fengdu Seal.
They actually intend to use an evil technique that devours everything to forcibly resist the suppression of reincarnation.
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