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The ancient divine dragon on Yang Jian’s tri-tipped spear whistled forth, rolling across the sky, as large as the sun and moon. Even the enormous Pine Of Gui Ge seemed to sense Yang Jian’s powers, for its leaves rustled. The Ten Million Destinies thundered down. Given Qi Lin’s current Realm, he was completely unable to resist.
Just at this moment, the Illusionary Flying Snow suddenly spread its wings and struggled free of the last layer of fetters.
The Illusionary Flying Snow transformed into a shining luan, her voice clearly echoing through the sky, moving even the Heaven Sacrifice level itself. This cry was beyond any sound in the world, almost like a call. Then, the bright crystalline light suddenly flew up and spun, instantly turning from a trickling flow to a surging eddy. Then, it abruptly flew towards Yang Jian’s Primordial Dragon Slash.
As the mount of the White Emperor, countless Divine Names had paid her respect in the past. To her, a Ten Million Destinies ability did not have the qualifications to even tickle her. If not for the fact she was trapped in Changliu for millennia, her magical energy would have long been exhausted. She had no need to fear the High Ancient Divine Realm Yang Jian.
A bird cry echoed through the nine firmaments as Heaven and Earth shook.
“Ah, impossible, the Illusionary Flying Snow actually protected a man!!!”
“This is not real.”
“Why.”
The Ten Shamans were overwhelmed with shock. Wu Xian and the others did not dare believe their eyes.
As the mount of the White Emperor, the Illusionary Flying Snow was extraordinarily respected. Tens of millions of Divine Names would bow to it, and only White Emperor Shaohao could command it. But such an honored Holy Beast actually protected a man, sparing no effort to burn its magical energy as if it was protecting the very White Emperor herself.
The Illusionary Flying Snow clashed with the Primordial Dragon Slash.
The flow of time seemed to stop. The swelling and berserk killing intent was snuffed out, and even Yang Jian’s expressionless face showed astonishment in that moment.
The surrounding space all gradually blurred, and the killing intent seemed was like a tsunami that rolled past Changliu, leaving the world dark, dropping the curtain of night.
Yet in this stagnant darkness, the Illusionary Flying Snow’s cicada-wing-thin and light-as-frost body was like a blinding star in the middle of the dark.
It was more glaring than the sun, more moving than the moon.
A thundering din. The Illusionary Flying Snow’s body was like a keen laser ripping the curtain of night apart. This beam seemed to be a sword that revealed Heaven and Earth. It first cut the entire battlefield in two, and then it swiftly cut down half the mountain. Finally, it cleaved the clouds in the sky without stopping, piercing through the three layers of barriers.
The Primordial Dragon Slash was dust and ashes.
Compared to Yang Jian’s Million Destinies, it was much more formidable. The speed was also beyond what even Erlang Shen could react to.
The Illusionary Flying Snow’s ice-cold fury and death sentence passed over the woman’s body in an instant.
Yang Jian was caught unprepared, and she hastily used her Divine Weapon to struggle free, but immediately afterwards, there was a muffled ripping sound. The tri-tipped spear she wielded was unable to withstand the powerful strike and was torn from her. Then, it was rolled into the air by a strong gust, where a series of sparks shot out from the edges. Erlang Shen’s expression was immediately pale.
But the Illusionary Flying Snow’s world-sweeping assault was far from finished. The next moment, its thin, crystalline swords locked onto Yang Jian and ruthlessly cut her to the ground. This meteor-like speed was unable to be inhibited as she accelerated faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, Yang Jian had slammed into the hard cliff face, sending dust skyward.
The expansive darkness then slowly receded into the Illusionary Flying Snow’s body, as if the darkness had emerged from her.
The proud luan flapped its wings through the skies and used an ice-cold, condescending expression to stare at everyone.
“Sky-darkening Light!”
Wu Xian suddenly recalled a record about the Illusionary Flying Snow from the “Book of the White Emperor.”
It possessed a formidable power known as “Sky-darkening Light” that was capable of enshrouding an area of a hundred li in the curtain of night. The target would lose all senses, and in the end, be killed by the Illusionary Flying Snow. The Book of the White Emperor mentioned that this Sky-darkening Light was a power that could turn the tide and was used in dire straits. The technique would consume a century of the Illusionary Flying Snow’s vitality, and it would never use the ability unless it had no choice.
But Wu Xian never imagined that it would actually shield a man at the cost of its own life force.
A nicer way to phrase it would be that a Holy Beast’s lifespan was as long as the heavens’, but since ancient times, Primordial World never had a creature capable of living as long as the heavens. Not even Pangu, who cleaved apart Heaven and Earth, was able to. Not even saints could. Reincarnation was heavenly law, and all creatures would eventually reach the end of their lifespan.
Eternal?
There had never been a living creature that lived for eternity.
“You would actually protect a man without worry of debilitating your own magical energy.” Yang Jian rose. Erlang Shen cut a slightly sorry figure. She patted the dust off her clothes and lowered her voice, “Pity. In the end, you are not the Holy Beast from back then. Even the Qilin from those times is nothing special now.”
“The White Emperor would have grieved for you.”
“I am carrying out orders to protect Master, and I can sense Master’s intentions. You need not say another word.”1 The Illusionary Flying Snow’s voice floated into her ears as if from someplace faraway.
“Is that so?” Yang Jian staggered out from the dust and stood up straight, casting a skeptical glance onto Qi Lin.
Other than being a little stupid in protecting the Illusionary Flying Snow, she honestly could not find a better reason to explain the behavior of the White Emperor’s mount. If she had to say it…perhaps White Emperor Shaohao of the west was the slightly stupid one.
“So what. You will not be able to save him a second time.”
Yang Jian inhaled deeply.
The Divine Energy flowing through her body became even more formidable.
If a Ten Million level Destiny did not work, then Billion was next.
As the Western Continent’s most famous Divine Name, Wu Xian, Holy Mother Turtle Spirit, Yan Zi, and the others finally discovered that Erlang Shen’s Realm was far from being as simple as she had now revealed.
“Qi Lin, you and your friends must escape with me for now. This Yang Jian is unfathomable.”
The Illusionary Flying Snow landed in front of Qi Lin and transformed into a qilin, putting the three of them onto its back. Seeing that it was out of its restraints, Qi Lin did not even need to think. He held on to the weakened Qi Qi and Su Xuesha as the Illusionary Flying Snow walked on clouds as it flew towards the Pine Of Gui Ge.
“Elder Sister.”
Wu Pan shouted.
“Wu Xian, just how long do you plan to keep us trapped. Will you just watch as Yang Jian kills the Illusionary Flying Snow and Sun Wukong?” Yan Zi sneered. “Will you help make her dowry?”
“Dammit.” Wu Xian cursed. Yang Jian and the Illusionary Flying Snow very quickly were outside the range of the Deity-suppressing Plate. Wu Xian hinted to the other Shamans, and they immediately retracted the magic treasure. The Deity-suppressing Plate turned into a ray of divine light that chased after Yang Jian and the Illusionary Flying Snow.
“The Great Sage Equal Of Heaven. Wan’er, we must kill her!! Seize her Destiny.” Bai Yuanzhi shouted in excitement.
Holy Mother Turtle Spirit grunted. Without another word, the Dragon Turtle Bagua Armor turned into an array.
Yan Zi also used all of her power to mobilize the Western Sea Divine Image’s power.
In an instant, Yan Zi, Holy Mother Turtle Spirit, Yang Jian, and the Ten Shamans were all on a chase to kill Qi Lin.
“This is bad.”
Qi Lin looked behind him. The killing intent to his rear surged, simply like a ten thousand zhang tidal wave.
In the blink of an eye, the pursuers were in front of them. QI Lin, Qi Qi, Su Xuesha, and the Illusionary Flying Snow had practically used everything, but they were completely unable to ward off everyone’s greed. Every person harbored their own objective and tried to kill them.
Magic treasures, abilities, and Destined Skills were used without reserve.
There was no escape.
Just when all their hopes were dashed, snow suddenly fell from the sky. The Pine Of Gui Ge’s sunlight and moonlight dimmed, and that flower bud in the center slowly blossomed. It was a slow process; that was because when this bud bloomed, all of Changliu’s time seemed to enter a standstill. Even water droplets were clearly frozen in midair.
Time seemed to have stopped.
Then, white light glowed bright, and radiance like a snowflake filled the sky.
They heard a voice that seemed to come from antiquity. A heavenly, ice-cold, and mysterious voice.
“Please, be silent!”
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- Well, that’s not suspicious at all. I guess the flag has been raised on the White Emperor still being alive. ↩