Chapter 113 Breaking Through the Heavenly Dao
A chilling cold, like falling into an abyss, assaulted her frail body, robbing Ya Feiyu of her already low body temperature. As she resisted the chill emanating from within her, Ya Feiyu's delicate brows furrowed slightly. She tried to move her fingertips, but her joints were frozen stiff, making even movement difficult.
He lowered his eyelashes, only to see a seemingly insignificant wisp of demonic energy passing through his lower abdomen. In that instant, the demonic energy within him was thrown into chaos, like churned mud. What had been dormant at first now seemed to have suddenly come alive, attacking every corner of his body aimlessly. A strong wave of dizziness washed over him, but strangely, Ya Feiyu had become accustomed to this scene. Even in his agony, he had learned to remain impassive. However, the fading color in his face couldn't lie. He steadied his unsteady steps, leaning against Ye Chi for support. Ya Feiyu frowned slightly and demanded, "What do you want to do?"
Cen Dao still smiled, glanced up at me with a hint of provocation, and said with a laugh, "Do you know what the last of the Four Great Treasures of the World is?"
His voice clearly reached Ya Feiyu's ears. At this crucial moment, the mention of the Four Treasures of the World gave Ya Feiyu a bad feeling. He frowned even more, trying to adopt a vigilant posture, but his body wouldn't obey him. His hands and feet trembled slightly due to the extreme cold, as if they had lost their sensation. Ya Feiyu couldn't control them anymore.
He didn't answer, and Cen Dao seemed indifferent to whether he would give him an answer or not. He snapped his fingers, and the demonic energy that had pierced his abdomen swept through the wound, bringing with it a large patch of scarlet blood. Ya Feiyu froze abruptly; the dizziness, amplified by excessive blood loss, made him almost unable to stand, yet he could still hear Cen Dao's mocking voice. The demonic energy thickened; Cen Dao seemed to be moving closer. Thinking this, Ya Feiyu struggled to lift his eyelids, his silver eyes, misty with tears, meeting those murky eyes that resembled a muddy pool.
Cen Daoyi grinned, quite pleased with Ya Feiyu's disheveled appearance. The demonic energy carrying Ya Feiyu's blood materialized and coiled like a dragon in his palm. The deep sky suddenly became lively, the dark clouds parted, and a blood moon hung in the sky. The scarlet moonlight fell, making the blood on Ya Feiyu's body appear even more ferocious and sinister.
"The Blood Jade Demon Pearl has been inside your body for so long, it's time it served its purpose." His dark eyes blazed with unbridled madness; the once fair-skinned boy's face could only be described as terrifying. He spread his arms, and just then, a bolt of golden lightning crashed down, catching the two completely off guard. Cen Dao, however, showed no fear; instead, a hint of anticipation flickered in his crazed eyes. A sudden gust of cold wind swept in, and Ya Feiyu instinctively clutched his wound, wiping away the dark blood that had seeped to his lips.
The first bolt of lightning struck, followed by the second, the third, and the fourth, each one more powerful than the last. This was no ordinary lightning; it was tribulation lightning, a necessary step for a cultivator to advance to the next major realm. It contained extremely dense spiritual energy, but it could not be absorbed by cultivators. This was because the spiritual energy of this lightning from the sky was too surging, and its offensive power was too strong. Very few people could absorb it without exploding and dying.
Such powerful spiritual energy made Ya Feiyu extremely uncomfortable. He pulled the still dazed Ye Chi aside, but the excessive movement aggravated the wound on his abdomen, making the bloodstains deeper, and Ya Feiyu's steps trembled even more. Cen Dao casually glanced at him. He stood in the very center of the tribulation lightning, as if he were the one about to undergo the tribulation, his face blurred in the deep shadow against the golden light.
"The four treasures of the world are almost complete—" A golden lightning bolt suddenly swept across his face, illuminating his excited expression in Ya Feiyu's eyes. As soon as he finished speaking, the lightning tribulation suddenly stopped. After freezing for about three seconds, a golden lightning bolt as thick as five people could hug suddenly fell down, accompanied by the tremors of the ground and the low cry of the Kunpeng not far away. For a moment, Ya Feiyu thought that the sky was about to be torn apart.
"Phoenix Blood Demon Pearl!"
An extremely powerful force surged from within him, seemingly pulling Ya Feiyu towards Cen Dao's direction. Ya Feiyu steadied himself, attempting to resist, but was met with excruciating pain. The divine seal on his forehead appeared, weakly flashing a golden light, a stark contrast to his former dazzling golden appearance, now appearing rather pathetic. His eyes gradually transformed into the vertical pupils characteristic of beasts, and his sky-covering wings tore through his clothing, drooping precariously at his sides. Golden tribulation lightning hurtled towards him, striking Ya Feiyu, colliding with the divine seal on his forehead, suddenly bursting forth with brilliant light.
In a daze, a mournful phoenix cry resounded through the sky.
After several tens of seconds, the golden lightning finally dissipated, leaving only extremely dense spiritual energy in the air. Ya Feiyu let out a suppressed phoenix cry and knelt on the ground. His once pure white and holy wings were scorched black by the tribulation lightning, and a few feathers fell off. His long black hair was washed clean and turned silver, which matched the color of his eyes, making him look especially pale.
Cen Dao chuckled softly, took a few steps forward, and dug into the bloody hole in Ya Feiyu's abdomen with one hand. The feeling of flesh being churned was strange, but Ya Feiyu no longer felt pain; he just stared blankly at him. After a while, Cen Dao pulled out his blood-soaked, mangled hand, clutching a bead that exuded an ominous aura. It was the same size as a Golden Core, but it looked even more terrifying, making people involuntarily retreat. Ya Feiyu blinked slowly and collapsed.
He thought he would collapse onto the hard grass, but instead fell into a warm embrace. Ya Feiyu wearily raised his eyes, only to see Ye Chi's eyes filled with worry. Under his gaze, Ya Feiyu slowly shook his head and used Ye Chi to prop himself up.
What Cen Dao was clutching in his hand was the Blood Jade Demon Pearl that had been buried deep within his body.
Ya Feiyu had rarely examined this demonic pearl closely, as it had always been the biggest thorn in his side in both his past and present lives. Now, however, he noticed it had transformed into a strange golden hue. At first glance, it might be mistaken for a golden elixir, but the eerie aura emanating from it clearly distinguished it from a golden elixir. Ya Feiyu frowned, finally realizing that this must be the last of the four supreme treasures of the world that Cen Dao had mentioned—the Phoenix Blood Demonic Pearl.
He hadn't expected that this treasure had always been inside his body. Ya Feiyu pursed his lips, his fingertips trembling slightly as he tried to regain control of his body, but his limbs were weak and he couldn't muster any strength. Even moving was difficult, let alone taking the Phoenix Blood Demon Pearl from Cen Dao's hands.
Cen Dao smirked, toying with the Phoenix Blood Demon Pearl. Suddenly, a powerful surge of demonic energy swept over, and the other three supreme treasures, previously hidden by Ya Feiyu, were swept away by the demonic energy. His pupils widened in astonishment as he stared intently at Cen Dao, as if trying to stop him from doing what he was about to do. Cen Dao, however, was unfazed. He placed the Phoenix Blood Demon Pearl and the other three supreme treasures together, bit his fingertip, squeezed out blood, and dripped it onto each of the treasures.
Just as the blood dripped onto the last treasure, Ye Chi suddenly rushed forward, tackling Cen Dao to the ground. The latter clearly hadn't expected this turn of events. Ye Chi, corrupted by demonic energy to this extent, should at least be immobilized for a short time, like Ya Feiyu, if not completely unable to walk! His momentary arrogance led him to make the biggest mistake of all. The prey he had been suppressing finally roared, revealing its claws and fighting back.
At that moment, golden light descended from the sky, enveloping the two of them. Soon, they disappeared as if they had melted into the golden light.
Ya Feiyu watched anxiously, and as Ye Chi's figure completely disappeared from his sight, a fierce killing intent suddenly erupted in his eyes. He glared viciously at the blood-red sky, as if he wished he could drag out the Heavenly Dao hidden behind the celestial curtain and tear it to pieces. The reason why the Tianyu Clan is so dominant in the cultivation world is precisely because of their ability—to reverse time and space and foresee the future.
The Heavenly Dao also fears them, but Ya Feiyu is now just a crippled member of the Heavenly Feather Clan. Let alone reversing time and space, he can't even stand up right now. In such a wretched state, he still lacks the necessary skills to provoke the Heavenly Dao.
The Heavenly Dao ignored him, and the eye-like crack in the sky seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.
After the two disappeared, the surging demonic energy in the mountains dissipated instantly, along with the eerie chill. Only then did Ya Feiyu feel somewhat better. Although cultivators cannot directly absorb the spiritual energy descended by the tribulation lightning, Ya Feiyu had now partially awakened the bloodline of the Tianyu clan. This impact was utterly insignificant to him. In the past, a fully-fledged Tianyu clan member could absorb not only spiritual energy but even tribulation lightning directly, so he was naturally completely unafraid.
The surrounding spiritual energy converged around him, and the long-lost warmth finally flowed back into his body after his golden core was destroyed.
Warm spiritual energy healed the numerous wounds on his body, large and small. The self-healing ability that the Tianyu Clan was so proud of was on full display. Ya Feiyu let out a rare sigh of comfort. The hideous wound on his lower abdomen quickly healed, leaving only a shallow scar. His body, which had been overworked in recent days, gradually returned to its former condition under the restoration of spiritual energy. The Tianyu Clan has always had excellent physical fitness, and even someone as frail as Ya Feiyu felt a long-lost sense of strength, his whole body unusually energetic.
He looked up at the blood-red sky again, and a faint golden light gathered at his fingertips.
If he insists on taking Ye Chi away on this day, he doesn't mind trampling on this damned Heavenly Dao.
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