Part 3
【It’s an ultimate move used by a Mo Jun. Similar to the ‘Heaven and Earth Dharma Form’ in mythological novels. The one that looks like a phoenix is the Temple Master.】
Yun Xinyang didn’t understand magic, but he could tell those two behemoths were fighting. He silently cheered: “Phoenix, guaranteed victory!”
“How could the form of a Phoenix Bird lose to a long worm?”
Who was talking?
Yun Xinyang turned his head and met a patch of pitch-black mist. He leaned back to create distance, only to realize the mist was shaped like a bird.
“You know my brother?”
Black Mist Bird: “Of course I know him. He is the successor I set my sights on.”
“Then can you go help my brother fight the long worm?” Yun Xinyang asked.
Black Mist Bird: “No. He has not yet passed my test.”
Yun Xinyang instantly lost interest in it and continued staring at the battlefield.
What use is a bird that can’t help?
“I can teach you a cultivation method. Once you learn it, you can leave this cage.”
“I don’t need to leave the cage. How about I learn it, and you go help my brother fight?” Yun Xinyang turned his head back, attempting to bargain.
Black Mist Bird leisurely replied: “If you don’t learn the method within ten days, I will go assist that Wood Demon.”
Yun Xinyang grabbed the bird’s leg in one swift motion: “I’ll learn! You stay right here and teach me well. I learn slowly; I need someone with me.”
Seeing the face identical to Yun Wuxiang’s bowing to it, the Black Mist Bird flicked its tail feathers. In a comfortable mood, it began to instruct him in the cultivation method.
A few minutes later, Yun Xinyang fell asleep again.
The Black Mist Bird reached out a claw and poked the person, opening its double pupils for a glance: “The soul is damaged. How did Song Yilou do this? His methods are so crude. Just because it’s not his Dao Companion’s soul, he acts so casually. Narrow-minded.”
When Yun Xinyang opened his eyes again, deafening explosions pierced his eardrums. Looking up, the battle over there had reached a white-hot phase. The majestic Wood Dragon and Demonic Phoenix were already covered in scars, their battle damage exceeding half. It made his heart palpitate with fear: “What time is it? How long did I sleep?”
【Seven days.】
“Seven days.”
The System and the Black Mist Bird’s voices sounded at the same time. Those two words sent a chill down Yun Xinyang’s spine: “How did I sleep for so long? Why didn’t you wake me up!”
Black Mist Bird: “Your soul was unstable. Before it was repaired, you couldn’t practice the method. Waking up would have been useless.”
Yun Xinyang turned to look at the battlefield.
The flaming Demonic Phoenix and the thorny Wood Dragon tore at each other. The demonic flames scorched the brambles, while sharp thorns pierced the phoenix wings. The shattered brambles and splattering flames looked like blood spraying from wounds.
“Roar!” The Wood Dragon let out an earth-shattering roar carrying monstrous killing intent, biting down on the Demonic Phoenix’s neck. Its massive body pressed the Demonic Phoenix down toward the ground.
The clusters of flames on the thorny dragon’s body instantly ignited. The entire Wood Dragon became kindling for the fire, and a sky-piercing blaze erupted.
The two colossal demonic apparitions dissipated within the firelight. The bottom of the valley, originally filled with frenzied beasts, was left with nothing but scorched earth and ruins.
In a corner of the rift valley, a barrier shattered. The demons inside all collapsed exhaustedly, leaning against the surrounding ground and broken rocks.
Yan Ye leaned against a rock, looking up at the spot where the demonic apparitions vanished. Panting heavily, he said: “Is this… the battle of a Mo Jun?”
Lu Tu gnawed on a Tianqing Fruit, denying his words: “Not every Mo Jun can use a Demonic Apparition. Congratulations, you just witnessed a life-and-death struggle between two Mo Jun with extraordinary potential.”
Zhan Beichen was so exhausted his body struggled just to stand up, yet his eyes were full of the excitement and yearning stirred up by the battle: “I want to know more about who won.”
Black mist drifted to the center of the battlefield. Double pupils opened, looking down: “Both suffered heavy losses.”
The brambles in the Wood Demon’s hands were wrapped around Yun Wuxiang’s collar, the sharp thorns piercing his throat. It was terrifyingly gruesome, with countless large and small gashes and puncture wounds all over his body.
A pitch-black longsword had pierced straight through Mu Miao’s chest. Chains bound his entire body, biting deep into his flesh.
Just as the Black Mist Bird said, both suffered heavy losses.
But mutual destruction didn’t mean there was no victor.
With their power exhausted, both the brambles and the chains dissipated at the same time.
The various wounds on Yun Wuxiang’s body began to heal slowly.
Mu Miao stumbled two steps. Looking at Yun Wuxiang’s healing wounds, he said unwillingly: “How can you… still have power? The arrays also had…”
“Heh… I lost, but you didn’t win either. The one you love died for you. Using this cultivation, you will surely be plagued by nightmares.”
Yun Wuxiang stood in place, coldly watching him fall. He was a soul body now, without flesh and blood, without weight. He wouldn’t collapse under gravity. He looked breezy and calm, as if he still had strength to spare, but in reality, he was equally unable to move.
“Wuxiang, how are you? Oh my god, your neck! Hold on, don’t die! We just met… Ugh, the smell of blood is so strong. Ugh, cough cough cough…”
Yun Xinyang rushed to Yun Wuxiang’s front. His sense of smell, which couldn’t detect odors before, suddenly revived. The thick scent of blood rushed into his nasal cavity, instantly triggering the bloody nightmare that felt like it had just happened yesterday in his consciousness.
“Ugh! Blood, so much blood…”
A finger pressed against his forehead. From Yun Wuxiang’s broken throat squeezed out a tuneless syllable: “Sleep.”
Smack. Yun Xinyang, his face as pale as gold foil, closed his eyes and collapsed to the ground.
Yun Wuxiang didn’t have the energy to catch him. The tiny bit of power he had just recovered was spent on the sleep spell.
He looked at a certain bird with an unkind gaze: “What did you bring him here for?”
Black Mist Bird: “To let him witness the slaughter of high-tier cultivators. His state of mind is too fragile; he can’t handle a bit of gore. He truly lacks tempering.”
“It’s not your place to meddle with him.” Yun Wuxiang’s voice gradually smoothed out.
“Between Song Yilou and me, there’s also no need for you… to meddle in our business.”
Demonic pupils condensed with killing intent swept over. That gaze, seemingly intending to crush everything in its path, made even the Black Mist Bird shudder for a fraction of a second.
The Black Mist Bird felt very satisfied with this look in its heart. It has killing intent. That’s very good. But it shouldn’t be revealed in front of me. “Nice look in your eyes, but exposing killing intent to a strong expert when you have no power to resist is a foolish action.”
【Demon Fiend Prison! What did you do?! The Temple Master is going to self-destruct! You fat, dead chicken! Ahhhhhh! I’m going to die!!!】
The Black Mist Bird’s pupils trembled. Looking again at Yun Wuxiang’s calm face, the feathers beneath its black mist were about to explode.
“Young man, don’t be impulsive when doing things… If you have something to say, we can talk it out. Don’t touch that ruined tower! It has nothing to do with this!”
Translator’s Notes: Whew, what an intense finish to the battle!
- Mo Jun (Demon Lord): High rank of demon capable of great feats.
- Shenfu: Divine Mansion.
- Demon Fiend Prison (Mo Sha Yu): Also known as the Illusion Tower, which Yun Wuxiang currently controls. It seems he’s threatening to blow it up as a last resort against the Black Mist Bird! See you in the next chapter!
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