bookandnovel Chapter 14687 Mu Yin
Chapter 14687 Mu Yin
Ling Xiao's heart tightened, and he quickly followed behind.
Sword Demon hovered in the starry sky, her gaze like lightning, locking onto a seemingly empty patch of darkness in the distance… that was where the gray-robed elder was hiding. The next moment, she raised her illusory right hand and slowly pressed it down towards that darkness.
The deathly silence lasted only a moment.
laugh……!!!
A condensed, grayish-white sword beam erupted from the darkness without warning! Like a rift tearing through the universe, the sword beam carried the terrifying intent to annihilate all things and reduce everything to nothingness, instantly traversing endless distances and slashing directly at Sword Demon and Ling Xiao!
Before it even touched him, the extreme sharpness made Ling Xiao's soul tremble and his breathing become difficult, as if even his physical body would be directly crushed by this intent!
Faced with a sword strike that even a Realm Lord would avoid, Jian Sha's expression remained unchanged. He simply turned his downward-pressing hand slightly, his five fingers slightly clenched, as if he wanted to grasp the entire void into his palm.
hum! ! !
That sharp, incomparable gray-white sword light, when it was still a hundred feet away from the sword aura, seemed to have crashed into an invisible and intangible "conceptual wall" that was absolutely insurmountable!
Without any earth-shattering collision, the sword light silently disintegrated and dissipated, transforming into the most primal energy particles that merged into the cold starry sky, leaving not even a ripple.
In the distant, desolate void, the silhouette of an old man holding a staff slowly emerged, his robes fluttering in the turbulent air. His deep eyes were fixed on Jian Sha, his gaze icy and piercing, yet he showed no intention of attacking.
After a moment of silence, the old man stepped back, disappearing completely as if merging into a dark shadow, his aura vanishing without a trace.
He chose to retreat and cease confrontation.
He could see very clearly that the power of the Sword Fiend was too terrifying, exceeding his comprehension, and he was no match for it.
What chilled him to the bone was that he could clearly sense that the sword demon was not its true form, and its energy was rapidly dissipating, becoming extremely weak.
But it is precisely this “weakness” that exudes a suffocating sense of oppression… He cannot afford to gamble.
Once the sword energy is exhausted and completely dissipated, Ling Xiao will be completely at his mercy.
Sword Demon did not pursue, his cold gaze fixed on the direction where the old man had disappeared, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
She was well aware of the old man's thoughts. If she truly wanted to forcibly kill this fiend, she only needed to burn all her remaining energy to do so. But if she did that, she would instantly dissipate and be unable to protect Ling Xiao in the slightest.
It's better not to kill than to kill.
Keeping this deterrent in place will at least ensure Lingxiao a period of peace.
She remained silent for a moment, then slowly turned to look at Ling Xiao beside her. For the first time, the coldness in her eyes faded, replaced by an indescribable complexity.
"The road ahead is long, so take care of yourself."
The moment she finished speaking, her already illusory figure began to flicker like a candle in the wind, her body surrounded by starlight, and quickly became transparent.
In the end, she transformed into countless tiny particles of light, drifting away like fireflies, and silently retreated back into the magic needle space.
At this moment, she had less than 30% of her energy left. In the days to come, she would completely seal herself away, try her best not to take action, and quietly wait for the day when Ling Xiao would revive the Evil Spirit King or the Dharma King.
Of course, this is the ideal situation.
If a life-or-death crisis that Ling Xiao cannot handle truly befalls her, she will have no choice but to fight, even if she burns herself out!
Ling Xiao stood alone under the starry sky, feeling the completely subdued aura of the sword demon. He looked down at the warm white jade bead in his palm, and after a long while, he took a deep breath of the cold void air.
He looked up into the endless, deep starry sky, a place teeming with both danger and opportunity, and his eyes were no longer filled with confusion.
Ultimately, we must forge our own path forward.
Ling Xiao knew perfectly well that from this moment on, he had to sever all dependence and face the impending storm alone.
The behemoth that is Sword Star Sanctuary, with its relentless obsession, can only be dealt with and fought against by him alone!
He gazed into the depths of the sea of clouds, remained silent for a moment, then his figure flickered, transforming into a faint phantom that merged with the void, and silently vanished from the mysterious bamboo house.
Shortly after he left, an old figure appeared like a ghost and landed silently outside the bamboo house courtyard.
It was that ancient being from the Sword Star Sanctuary... the gray-robed elder, Mu Yin.
His gaze, sharp as an eagle's, swept across the silent courtyard. The stardust grass swayed gently, and the ancient well was covered in moss; everything exuded a tranquil seclusion from the world.
Finally, his gaze settled on the half-open bamboo door of the main house, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes.
After a moment's hesitation, Mu Yin slowly raised his withered hand and gently pushed it towards the bamboo door.
Just as the door was about to open...
hum! ! !
An invisible "sword intent" that had been condensed to its extreme suddenly surged out from inside the room!
This sword intent was not a physical sword beam, but it was sharper than any divine weapon in the world. It contained the terrifying Daoist rhyme of the birth and death cycle of a star field, which transcended the barriers of space and directly slashed at the origin of Mu Yin's soul!
Mu Yin's pupils suddenly contracted, his hair stood on end, and alarm bells rang wildly in his mind!
Almost instinctively, he held the gnarled wooden staff in front of him, the staff bursting with brilliant chaotic light. The Daoist aura that had been accumulating for thousands of years around him instantly solidified, transforming into an indestructible defensive barrier.
boom!!!
A deafening roar, so deep it seemed to explode right in the depths of one's soul!
As if struck by an ancient divine mountain, Mu Yin was sent flying uncontrollably, leaving a long, scorched trail in the void along his path.
He retreated ten thousand feet away before he could barely steady himself. A metallic taste filled his throat; he had been shaken by the sword intent, causing his blood and qi to surge.
He steadied his churning blood, suddenly looked up, and stared intently at the seemingly ordinary bamboo house, his eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief, his heart pounding wildly.
"Sword intent... no! This is the pressure of a higher level of 'law'!"
Mu Yin murmured in shock, his heart filled with turbulent waves. That attack just now was not a pure energy collision, nor was it a physical attack; rather, it was a mental shock that directly affected his perception and Dao foundation.
With every gesture, one can hone one's own laws to such an extent that one can control them at will and injure enemies from a distance. Just who is this being?
What alarmed him even more was that this aura of law was ancient and vast, carrying a sense of vicissitudes that looked down upon the ages, which was completely different from the methods of the Sword Star Holy Hall, the Breaking Boundary Mountain, or any other force he knew!
Mu Yin's expression shifted between light and shadow as he spoke in a deep voice towards the bamboo hut, his tone tinged with apprehension: "Which fellow Daoist is cultivating here? I am Mu Yin of the Sword Star Holy Hall. I have no intention of offending you. Please show yourself!"
Inside and outside the bamboo house, there was utter silence.
Only the starlight flowed silently, and the wind rustled softly through the fence, as if the earth-shattering sword intent from just moments ago had been nothing but an illusion. (End of Chapter)