bookandnovel Chapter 14678 Even the Holy Lord Flees in Disarray
Chapter 14678 Even the Holy Lord Flees in Disarray
Chapter 14678 Even the Holy Lord Flees in Disarray
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Like a clay ox sinking into the sea, it disappeared without a trace, without causing any ripples or collisions, as if it had never existed.
Yun Yin's last remaining wisp of consciousness clearly witnessed this scene. The light in his eyes dimmed instantly, his Dao heart shattered completely, and his lips moved twice as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn't utter a sound.
His long-decayed body, like a weathered sand sculpture, crumbled inch by inch, turning into the finest dust, drifting under this cold starry sky.
Their bodies and souls perished, leaving them no chance of reincarnation.
Gu Cangming's projection stared intently at Jian Sha, his voice icy cold, filled with boundless rage and a deep-seated killing intent:
"No matter who you are, the Sword Star Holy Hall will remember the murder of our Holy Hall elder! We will repay you a hundredfold in the future!"
"Sword Star Sanctuary?" Sword Demon tilted his head slightly, a faint look flashing in his eyes as if recalling a distant past. His tone carried a hint of indifference that was barely perceptible. "I'll remember it then."
In that brief moment of distraction, Gu Cangming's projection did not hesitate; its form instantly became illusory and transparent, and in the next instant, it completely dissipated without leaving a trace.
He didn't even try to make a move. He knew very well that it would be futile and he would only end up like Yun Yin.
Retreating without a fight is not cowardice, but the most rational choice given the absolute disparity in strength!
Luo Qiu had already taken advantage of this brief gap to tear through space and escape without a trace, not even having the courage to look back.
In an instant, the battlefield, which was originally fraught with danger, was reduced to only the phantom of the sword demon and Ling Xiao lying unconscious on the ground.
"Sword Star Sanctuary..."
Standing there, Jian Sha repeated the name in a low voice, the trace of doubt in his cold eyes still lingering.
Fragments of distant memories, like slumbering ancient monuments, faintly emerge yet their outlines remain elusive, as if behind this name lies a past story sealed away by time.
A moment later, she stopped worrying and floated to the side of the unconscious Ling Xiao like a wisp of smoke. She looked down at the young man whose face was as pale as paper and whose breath was so weak that he was almost gone.
A complex emotion flickered in her clear eyes, a mixture of helplessness and sigh, ultimately culminating in a barely audible sigh:
"You idiot, and you're even more of a madman..."
After an unknown amount of time, Ling Xiao's eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. He trembled a few times with difficulty before finally managing to open them a crack.
His vision blurred for a moment, like a dusty bronze mirror being slowly wiped clean, finally focusing clearly on the illusory figure in a barefoot cloth skirt beside him.
"...It was...senior...who saved me?"
His voice was dry and hoarse, as if it had been sanded, and every word he spoke seemed to tear at his very soul. His body was also extremely weak; he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
This was the terrible aftereffect of forcibly activating that forbidden bloodline and then forcibly suppressing it, almost draining his life force and energy.
Jian Sha nodded slightly, his cold voice revealing little emotion.
Ling Xiao tried to take a deep breath, but it triggered a violent cough that made his chest ache and his vision blur. He forced a bitter smile, his breath weak: "That bloodline... I know I can't use it lightly... but... there's no other way."
In that desperate situation, with Luo Qiu's deadly attack in front and Yun Yin's menacing gaze behind, he had no choice but to desperately activate the blood of the demon god.
Sword Demon's slender fingertips gently brushed across Ling Xiao's brow, and a gentle force flowed into his body, slightly calming his disordered breathing.
She sensed the dormant, restless, and violent will deep within Ling Xiao's bloodline and said softly, "Right now, it is controlling you, not you controlling it."
"If this continues, one day you will be completely consumed by this destructive desire. At that time, there will be no more Lingxiao in the world, only a shell controlled by the will of the demon god."
Ling Xiao's heart skipped a beat. He forced himself to look up at her, his eyes filled with urgency: "Senior, how... can I truly control it?"
How could he not want to control this power? But every time he used it, it was like opening Pandora's box, releasing a ferocious beast that could turn on its master at any moment, and the slightest carelessness would lead to utter destruction.
Control?
Sword Demon remained silent for a moment, her fingertips still resting on Ling Xiao's brow. She carefully sensed that unruly, destructive, and mad will once again, and suddenly seemed to understand something.
This "blood of the demon god" is completely different from the power of ordinary bloodlines in the world.
Its source of power may lie precisely in the "madness" itself, which abandons all rational constraints and embraces primal chaos.
The more you try to control or suppress it, the stronger the backlash will be, and its power will be greatly reduced.
Thinking of this, a hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes, and she gently shook her head: "Your bloodline... perhaps it doesn't need to, and shouldn't be, 'controlled'."
Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao was speechless, opening his mouth but unable to find a response. Not take control? Did he mean to simply let himself be devoured by this power?
Seeing his bewildered and weak appearance, Jian Sha softened his tone slightly: "Your current strength is enough to deal with ordinary Realm Lords and Realm Breakers, but it is still insufficient in the face of the truly top-tier beings in this realm."
Ling Xiao nodded dejectedly, his expression gloomy: "I understand."
With his cultivation at the third level of the Emperor Realm, combined with the Nine Revolutions Reincarnation Demon Art and the Xuan Snake Poison Heaven Sword, he could barely hold his own against a low-level World Lord.
However, when facing powerhouses like Yun Yin and Gu Cangming who stand at the very top of the pyramid, the gap remains an insurmountable chasm. Relying on that uncontrollable demon god's blood? That's tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst, treating the symptoms but not the root cause.
"In this battle, I consumed another 30% of my clone's energy."
Jian Sha's voice was calm and composed, yet carried an undeniable solemnity.
“Right now, I only have 30% of my energy left. That means I can only help you one more time at most. You must find the Evil Spirit King's legacy as soon as possible, otherwise, if you encounter someone like Gu Cangming again, no one will be able to protect you.”
Ling Xiao's heart sank, but he also understood that if Jian Sha hadn't intervened today, he would have already perished, body and soul. This energy expenditure was unavoidable.
Sword Demon said no more, his figure gradually becoming ethereal: "Follow me."
Before the Snowfield Divine Palace, the phantom of Sword Demon paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on the dusty female statues within the hall. A complex look of reminiscence flashed in his clear, cold eyes, a mixture of longing, regret, and an indescribable melancholy.
After a moment, she withdrew her gaze and turned to walk deeper into the shrine.
Ling Xiao dared not delay, and with his weak body straining, he staggered to catch up.
"Senior, where are we going?" Ling Xiao couldn't help but ask as they walked, his heart filled with curiosity.
"A suitable place for your current cultivation." Sword Demon's voice carried on despite his unwavering steps.