20demayo Chapter 2106 Divine Might
Chapter 2106 Divine Might
Chapter 2106 Divine Might
Rong Xiuyuan knew perfectly well that he was no match for Cao Feiyu in a direct confrontation.
All the previous arrangements, whether it was using illusions to trigger Cao Feiyu's inner demons or manipulating illusions to besiege and wear her down, were all to avoid the gap in cultivation levels and obtain the greatest results with the least cost.
He wasn't the type to excel at head-on confrontations; his fighting style consisted of stealth, illusion, ambush, and attrition.
Now, their greatest reliance on illusion has been broken by Chen Fei's strange light mirror.
Cao Feiyu had broken free from the illusion, burning with rage and murderous intent, and she could accurately lock onto his true form. If the fight continued, he would only be worn down bit by bit by Cao Feiyu's sharp sword light.
With the illusion's power fading and a direct confrontation proving futile, fleeing is the best course of action.
With his mind clear, his determination to escape grew even stronger. As long as he fled deeper into the ruins, where the demonic energy was denser, the terrain more complex, and there were likely more remaining restrictions, it would be his natural hunting ground.
He could lie low again and look for opportunities, or he could simply abandon these two tough nuts and hunt down other intruders who were easier to catch.
However, while he wanted to leave, some people were unwilling to allow it.
"Where do you think you're going!"
A clear yet murderous shout, like a thunderclap, instantly caught up with and overwhelmed the shrill sound of Rong Xiuyuan's escape.
Previously trapped by illusions, he possessed great cultivation but had nowhere to use it, feeling extremely frustrated.
Now that she has finally seen through the illusion and identified the true identity with Chen Fei's help, it is time to settle old scores and grievances. How could Cao Feiyu allow this culprit to escape so easily?
With a sharp cry, Cao Feiyu's aura surged once more, and azure Yuan energy shone through her body, making her appear like a celestial maiden.
With a light tap of her lotus feet in the void, her figure transformed into a dazzling blue streak of light, tearing through layers of demonic energy at a speed even faster than Rong Xiuyuan, and chasing after him relentlessly.
Before the person even arrived, the incomparably sharp sword intent had already locked onto the fleeing shadow in front of him, like an invisible shackle binding Rong Xiuyuan, making him feel like he was being pierced by thorns.
During the pursuit, the clear sound of Cao Feiyu's longsword grew louder and louder, and the sword shone brightly, completely merging with the blue light that she had transformed into, becoming indistinguishable from it.
Man and sword became one, pushing speed, power, and sword intent to their limits. Wherever he passed, he left a lingering blue streak in the air, as if cutting through the thick darkness.
However, Rong Xiuyuan had the advantage of terrain, was extremely familiar with the environment of the ruins, and was fleeing towards an area with denser demonic energy and more complex terrain.
Although Cao Feiyu was slightly faster, it was not easy for her to catch up with and stop the vengeful demon who was determined to escape and constantly used the environment to hide its form in a short time.
At that moment, Chen Fei, who had been standing still and maintaining the mirror-like light above his head, had a slight change in his mind.
The array puppets standing solemnly beside him like loyal guardians suddenly shone with dazzling light from the spirit patterns on their chests and arms, and a massive surge of elemental energy instantly condensed.
"Boom!"
On Rong Xiuyuan's escape route, without warning, a huge lightning pillar with a diameter of more than ten zhang and reaching the sky appeared out of thin air.
The lightning pillar was not the silvery-white color of natural lightning, but rather a deep purplish-gold color. Countless electric snakes danced and leaped wildly on its surface, emitting an unparalleled aura of rage, power, and righteous yang, creating an extremely strong energy contrast with the surrounding gloomy and viscous demonic energy.
The timing of the lightning pillar's appearance was absolutely perfect, perfectly blocking Rong Xiuyuan's escape route and completely sealing off his path.
With Rong Xiuyuan's strength, breaking through this lightning pillar wouldn't be difficult. However, the timing of its appearance was too clever; it occurred when Rong Xiuyuan wanted to activate the surrounding remnants of the formation and use their power to escape.
This is the truly fatal aspect of Chen Fei's move. The vengeful demon was not blindly running around, but rather intended to activate the power of the remnant array of the ruins once again, just as it had done when it dodged Cao Feiyu's attack, in order to completely escape Cao Feiyu's pursuit.
The appearance of the lightning pillar caused a momentary delay in the power of the remaining formation.
Such interference might be insignificant to a complete array, but for these ancient, dilapidated arrays that are already broken, operate sluggishly, and barely maintain their vitality with the help of resentment and demonic energy, it is tantamount to suddenly inserting a magnet into a precision instrument during operation.
Under normal circumstances, Rong Xiuyuan's cultivation level and adaptability to the environment would allow him to easily calm down and even utilize this level of energy interference.
However, at this very moment, Rong Xiuyuan was in the midst of a desperate escape, and was using most of his mind and energy to communicate, activate the remaining formations for leaps or cover.
The entire escape process was like a smooth and flowing spell, requiring precise control and a stable energy output. This sudden interference from a powerful external yang energy caused a momentary instability and disorder in the feedback power of the remaining formation.
This seemingly insignificant moment was fatal for Rong Xiuyuan.
His shadowy figure, almost one with the demonic energy, trembled violently in mid-air. The smooth escape light showed obvious pauses and distortions, its speed dropped sharply, and there were even faint signs that it was being squeezed out of its highly integrated state of concealment.
This pause, which might normally be just a blink of an eye, was, under the relentless pursuit of a powerful figure like Cao Feiyu, undoubtedly exposing his most vulnerable back to the menacing, murderous azure sword light that was closing in.
Before the sword even arrived, its incomparably sharp sword intent, seemingly capable of piercing the heavens, already stung Rong Xiuyuan's soul core, composed of shadows and resentment, like a tangible ice needle.
Cao Feiyu's eyes flashed with a cold light. The long sword in her hand, which was as clear as autumn water, no longer shone. All the power and all the sharpness were contained in a single point of cold star at the tip of the sword, as if the murderous intent of an entire blue sky had been compressed into the size of a needle tip.
The sword's edge was not aimed at Rong Xiuyuan's shadowy body's heart or other vital organs, but rather at the core divine soul origin behind his face, where the two points of eerie green light were located—a convergence of resentment and consciousness.
When faced with a life-or-death situation, there is no escaping it.
For the first time, Rong Xiuyuan's deep green eyes revealed genuine horror and madness.
Cao Feiyu's sword strike, aimed straight at his soul, was too fast and too timely, sealing off all his space to dodge and maneuver, and directly targeting his most fundamental weakness.
In dire straits, the vengeful demon's ferocity erupts completely, and a sense of pride and savagery ingrained in its ancient memories is ignited.
Do you know who you're targeting?
A sharp, hoarse roar, which suddenly became incredibly majestic and solemn, as if carrying the weight of countless ages and supreme authority, erupted from Rong Xiuyuan's shadowy body.
The sound was no longer just the wailing of a vengeful spirit, but contained a kind of inviolable will, as if a sleeping giant had opened its eyes at this moment.
With this roar, Rong Xiuyuan instantly became extremely solemn, even exuding an indifferent and majestic aura that seemed to look down upon all living beings.
In the next instant, in the perception of Cao Feiyu and even Chen Fei in the distance, Rong Xiuyuan's shadowy body, which was originally no bigger than an ordinary person, suddenly became towering and filled the field of vision, as if it had merged into the world on the dark side of this ancient heavenly court ruins.
It exuded an overwhelming pressure, like the sky pressing down and the Milky Way hanging upside down.
This oppressive force was invisible and intangible, yet heavier than the heavens and more terrifying than the abyss, directly affecting the depths of Cao Feiyu's soul.
It was not a simple mental shock, but a higher level of suppression and intimidation, seemingly originating from the very essence of life, carrying the divine power of the remnants of the ancient Heavenly Court's righteous gods.
The secret method, the power of Tianlin!
The name Tianlin actually means "Heavenly might is like a prison," implying that it can awe and terrify the soul.
When this technique is cultivated to a high level, every word and action can invoke the power of heaven and earth, suppressing and killing the enemy's soul invisibly.
Although Rong Xiuyuan had fallen from grace and his cultivation was far inferior to before, Tian Linwei's foundation was still intact. At this critical moment of life and death, he spared no effort to activate his remaining divine power, which was still terrifyingly powerful, directly targeting the cultivator's most vulnerable soul.
Cao Feiyu's forward thrust abruptly halted, and the azure light emanating from her sword dimmed slightly. Her thrusting sword intent seemed to have struck an invisible yet indestructible barrier, its sharpness diminished.
She felt as if her soul had been dragged into an endless deep sea, bearing the terrifying pressure surging from all directions. Her thoughts became sluggish, and an uncontrollable sense of fear, originating from the depths of her soul and a desire to worship, arose within her.
Do you know who you're targeting?
The same magnificent and solemn roar, carrying the weight of time and supreme majesty, rang out once more.
This time, however, the sound did not come from Rong Xiuyuan, who was unleashing the power of the Heavenly Rain, but from the depths of his own perception, exploding directly in his sea of consciousness.
It was exactly the same as the words he had just shouted, in terms of tone, rhythm, and the majesty of the will it contained, and even more magnificent and closer to the true meaning of Tian Linwei's origin.
It was as if an older, more majestic version of himself was questioning and rebuking him.
This sudden rebuke, coming from within himself, startled Rong Xiuyuan.
He was fully focused on suppressing Cao Feiyu with the power of Tianlin, and his mind was highly concentrated. This voice, which was so familiar to his very bones, yet also carried a strange and unfamiliar quality, made him instinctively move to the side where the voice came from.
In Rong Xiuyuan's spiritual perception, he suddenly saw a majestic figure, equally towering and exuding boundless heavenly might, stepping out from the void to the side and walking towards him.
The figure was blurry yet majestic, with an imposing aura and the majesty to suppress all heavens. It was exactly the same as the Heavenly Rain Majesty Dharma Form that he was currently unleashing at full power.
In an instant, Rong Xiuyuan's mind and spirit were shaken, and a huge wave of shock surged up.
How could this be? Tianlinwei was his most treasured secret technique, originating from his ancient, remnant memories, and was unique.
Is it an illusion? Or a more sophisticated illusionary counterattack? Or perhaps... there is another being here who also wields the power of Heavenly Rain?
Surprise, confusion, and a hint of instinctive fear instantly entwined his mind like poisonous vines.
When using a high-level divine soul technique like Tianlinwei, the most important thing to avoid is being restless and having distracting thoughts.
This secret technique is extremely taxing on the power of the soul, and requires the caster's mind to be in perfect harmony with the true meaning of the technique in order to draw upon the last remaining divine power of the Heavenly Court.
Any hesitation, doubt, or fear will cause flaws in this divine power and greatly reduce its effectiveness.
However, Rong Xiuyuan was, after all, a vengeful demon transformed from an ancient god, and his combat experience was extremely rich.
After a brief moment of shock, he immediately sensed something was wrong. The approaching figure, though imposing and remarkably similar to his Heavenly Rain Majesty Dharma Image, lacked a core essence upon closer inspection; it seemed more like a meticulously crafted imitation.
Just as Rong Xiuyuan realized that this was an illusion, the towering, imposing figure that was walking towards him shattered like a burst bubble, silently dissipating into specks of light that vanished into the void, as if it had never existed.
However, even such a moment of distraction was a fatal disruption to the soul technique of Tianlinwei, which was being maintained with all its might and was extremely energy-consuming.
Rong Xiuyuan's originally overwhelming and unparalleled divine soul pressure inevitably showed a slight weakening and dissipation.
The terrifying power that was suppressing Cao Feiyu's soul immediately weakened considerably.
At the very moment that imposing figure shattered to the side of Rong Xiuyuan, in the distance, the head of the puppet beside Chen Fei suddenly tilted back with a muffled clang. The once steady light in its eyes flickered uncertainly, as if it had suffered some kind of invisible, enormous impact.
The Dharma Image that just interfered with Rong Xiuyuan Tianlinwei was the Soul Yuan Reflection Array, an auxiliary array inscribed in the core of the array puppet.
This formation has no direct offensive or defensive capabilities. Its core function lies in its ability to capture, analyze, and mimic powerful spiritual fluctuations that erupt nearby in a very short time, and project them back into the caster's perception in the form of a reflection, creating an interference effect similar to an echo or mirror image.
The moment Rong Xiuyuan unleashed the Heavenly Rain Might, Chen Fei keenly perceived the essence of this divine soul secret technique through the Immortal True Light Mirror.
It would be unwise to confront its power head-on, but if we can disrupt it at the crucial moment when it is unleashing its full potential...
Thus, at the moment when Cao Feiyu's sword momentum was blocked and Rong Xiuyuan unleashed the full power of Tianlin to suppress Cao Feiyu's soul, Chen Fei activated the Soul Reflection Array of the puppets.
Of course, the puppet itself has a limited grade, and its core formation is not specifically designed for high-intensity spiritual combat.
The Soul Essence Reflection Array has its limits in imitation, and its duration is extremely short. Once the target recognizes it, it will collapse on its own.
The disruption he caused was more of a psychological attack and a tactical interruption than any real damage to the soul. To think that this formation alone could severely injure Rong Xiuyuan was nothing short of wishful thinking.
If it were only the puppet array and Rong Xiuyuan fighting at this moment, the impact just now would be insignificant to Rong Xiuyuan.
Rong Xiuyuan was only slightly taken aback, and the power of the secret technique was reduced. He quickly realized what was happening and, in his anger and embarrassment, he would probably tear the puppet to pieces in the next moment.
However, the battlefield at this moment is not one-on-one. Beside them is Cao Feiyu, a sword cultivator at the peak of the mid-stage of the Tai Cang Realm.
She was only briefly hindered by Tian Linwei's sudden outburst and terrifying pressure; her sword aura had not dissipated and her killing intent had not vanished.
Rong Xiuyuan, even with all his might, could only barely suppress Cao Feiyu's sword momentum, causing it to stagnate. Now, due to a momentary distraction and interference, the power of Tianlinwei has visibly diminished.
For a powerhouse like Cao Feiyu, any flaw in her opponent's attack, any weakening of force, is as clear as a firefly in the dark, and is an opportunity for a desperate counterattack.
"I'm going to kill you!"
A chilling, piercing shout erupted from Cao Feiyu's throat, like the cry of a phoenix from the heavens, tearing apart the heavy atmosphere created by the aftershocks of Tian Linwei.
She did not waste the opportunity Chen Fei had cleverly created. The immense Yuan Power of the mid-stage Tai Cang Realm within her body surged at an unprecedented speed and poured into the longsword.
The Autumn Water Longsword emitted a clear and resonant tremor, and the sword light, which had been slightly dimmed by Tian Linwei's suppression, blazed brightly again, becoming even more condensed, with all its power converging on that single, cold star-like tip.
The longsword, carrying the will to pierce through all illusions and annihilate all evil, pierced straight into the core of Rong Xiuyuan's soul.
In Rong Xiuyuan's deep green eyes, the cold star that was rapidly magnifying in his field of vision was reflected.
He could clearly feel the terrifying power on the tip of the sword, enough to annihilate his very soul. An unprecedented shadow of death, like a cold tide, instantly engulfed him.
Rong Xiuyuan wanted to dodge, but the momentary delay caused by the interference with his Heavenly Rain Might had deprived him of his best reaction time. He wanted to activate his teleportation or defensive secret technique again, but Cao Feiyu's sword was too fast and her killing intent too strong, already locking down all his energy.
At the critical moment, Rong Xiuyuan only had time to let out a sharp shriek filled with resentment and bitterness, and quickly held the black curved blade in his hand in front of the core of his soul.
"clang!"
It wasn't the crisp sound of metal clashing, but a duller, more muffled sound, like a sharp blade cutting through rotten wood. Cao Feiyu's sword tip, imbued with all her strength and will, struck the weakest point of the black scimitar's blade with perfect precision.
There was no stalemate, no power struggle.
The black scimitar let out a mournful cry, and its blade was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks. Then, with a bang, it exploded into scattered black mist and fragments of resentment, completely dissipating.
The sword's momentum showed almost no weakening, as if piercing through a thin sheet of paper, easily breaking through the obstruction of the curved blade, and continuing forward with unwavering determination.
However, the scimitar's obstruction ultimately bought Rong Xiuyuan a negligible amount of reaction time. It was this slight difference that caused the fatal sword, which was originally aimed straight at the core of the soul, to deviate slightly.
"Pfft!"
The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh was not from flesh and blood, but rather like the sound of piercing viscous glue or tearing tattered cotton.
Cao Feiyu's longsword pierced through Rong Xiuyuan's left shoulder.
Rong Xiuyuan let out a shrill scream that was inhuman. Although the longsword did not directly hit the core of his soul, the terrifying power contained within it completely erupted within his body.
Under the onslaught of the azure sword light, his shadowy body, including his left shoulder, half of his chest, and part of his arm, melted and disintegrated instantly, turning into large clumps of billowing, dissipating black mist.
Rong Xiuyuan's entire body became much more transparent and dim, and his aura plummeted at an alarming rate. The light in his two eerie green eyes flickered rapidly, filled with pain and fear.
Undoubtedly a serious injury!
Although he narrowly escaped the fatal wound of having his soul core pierced, half of his body was shredded by the sword energy containing the demon-slaying sword intent, causing unimaginable damage to the source of his resentment.
At this moment, Rong Xiuyuan was at his last gasp, his strength reduced to less than one-tenth.
"kill!"
A sharp shout, filled with chilling killing intent and unwavering determination, burst forth from Cao Feiyu's cherry lips. In the shadowy area of this ancient ruin, stained with demonic energy, it resounded like a thunderclap or a phoenix's cry from the heavens, instantly drowning out the mournful howl of the vengeful demon Rong Xiuyuan.
With that murderous sound, Cao Feiyu's wrist flicked gently in an extremely mysterious trajectory, and the longsword emitted a clear and long hum. On the sword, the terrifying sword energy that had been restrained to the extreme before suddenly erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed for thousands of years.
"Shhhhhh!"
Centered on Rong Xiuyuan, countless sword energies gleaming with dazzling blue light materialized out of thin air within a radius of several tens of feet.
These sword energies were not chaotic, but rather crisscrossed and intertwined in a mysterious and unpredictable pattern, instantly weaving together a chilling and impenetrable cage of swords.
As soon as the sword formation was completed, an immense pressure descended, completely sealing and solidifying the space within the formation.
Rong Xiuyuan's body, which had just barely stabilized, was suppressed by the sword formation as if it had sunk into an invisible quagmire. His movements became extremely sluggish, and even the resentful demonic energy churning around his body was suppressed to the point that it could hardly leave his body.
Chen Fei could see it clearly from a distance: this was the Heavenly Sword Technique of the Danchen Sect, a top-tier Tai Cang Realm inheritance that leaned towards Yuan Power.
This technique does not emphasize the strangeness of the moves, but rather the vastness of the mental cultivation, the strength of the vital energy, and the grandeur and righteousness of the sword intent. Those who cultivate this technique must use their own sword energy as a guide to communicate with the sharpest and most yang energy in the world, transforming the vital energy into endless sword light and setting up a deadly sword formation.
It emphasizes the ultimate crushing of power and force, like the descent of heavenly might to cleanse evil, hence the name "Heavenly Descent." When this technique is cultivated to its deepest level, the sword formation can seal off heaven and earth, making it a top-tier offensive method among its peers.
Cao Feiyu's face was as cold as ice, and her eyes held only pure killing intent and absolute focus.
With a light flick of her wrist, the longsword in her hand traced a perfect arc, its tip pointing towards Rong Xiuyuan, as she made a casual downward slash.
As Cao Feiyu made this move, the thousands upon thousands of cyan sword energies within the entire sword formation emitted a deafening buzzing sound at the same instant.
Immediately afterwards, it transformed into an extremely violent storm of azure sword blades, frantically attacking Rong Xiuyuan, the dim and twisted shadow at the center of the formation, from all directions and every possible angle.
The sword light flashed like rain, so dense that there wasn't a single gap. The sword cries were like thunder, so sharp that they seemed to tear at the eardrums.
Each sword light contains a majestic sword intent that can cleanse evil and destroy all laws.
Wherever the sword light passed, countless fine black cracks were cut into the space. The hard rocks on the ground were easily plowed and crushed like tofu, and the dissipated demonic energy evaporated instantly like boiling water poured on snow.
This was no longer a simple attack, but the arrival of a storm of death, the crushing force of a world of swords.
The goal is to completely shred and purify Rong Xiuyuan, along with the space he inhabited, into nothingness.
Rong Xiuyuan's two eerie green eyes suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints due to extreme horror and despair.
He felt death, the true, inescapable aura of death, closing in from all directions, threatening to completely engulf him.