206: I patched up that hole.

A broken roar was squeezed from Cold Moon's throat.

That pain was no longer the pain of stripping away from before, but a more terrifying sensation of being ripped apart.

If she had been a pond on the verge of drying up before, then now, Su Lin was forcibly cramming a rushing Yangtze River into this tiny pond.

"Hold on!"

Veins bulged on Su Lin's forehead as he pressed his hands firmly against her temples, his Divine Sense acting like needle and thread, frantically mending her Sea of Consciousness that was on the verge of shattering.

"This is the Law of the Immortal Realm, a power that transcends this world!"

"Your Physical Body is mortal; it is normal that you cannot withstand it!"

"But your will must hold on! You are the Empress! Your will is the backbone of this continent!"

"For your Revered Master... grit your teeth and hold on!"

Cold Moon heard it.

That voice was her only lighthouse in the endless darkness.

She wanted to respond, wanted to nod, but her body had completely lost control.

The "key" inside her body was melting, turning into a white-gold, scalding fluid that surged wildly along her severed Meridians.

Wherever it passed, her originally withered blood vessels were forcibly stretched open, her fragile bones were crushed inch by inch, and then rapidly reconstructed under that domineering Life Qi.

Shattering, reconstructing.

Destruction, rebirth.

This was a thousand cuts performed at a microscopic level.

"Mas...ter..."

Cold Moon's consciousness began to blur, and countless bizarre illusions appeared before her eyes.

She saw that man in white as snow, descending from the sky and reaching out a hand to her.

"Come with me, I will teach you to cultivate."

She also saw later, when she ascended to the throne as Empress, with ten thousand people bowing to her, yet she could only stare blankly at the man's portrait on countless lonely nights.

"Revered Master... I am in so much pain..."

In reality, Su Lin looked at his Eldest Disciple in his arms, whose aura was growing weaker while her body was becoming hotter, and he was extremely anxious.

Her Physical Body was transforming, but this power was too strong; her Soul was about to be scattered!

"Damn it!"

A flash of determination crossed Su Lin's eyes.

"Since you cannot hold on, then your Revered Master will hold on for you!"

He did not hesitate at all, suddenly lowering his head and pressing his forehead heavily against Cold Moon's.

"Divine Soul... Resonance!"

Hum!

An invisible ripple spread out with the two of them as the center.

Su Lin actively opened his own Sea of Consciousness, guiding half of the violent Immortal Qi rampaging inside Cold Moon's body onto himself!

"Boom!"

Su Lin groaned, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Pain!

A searing pain as if his brain matter were being boiled!

But he did not retreat; instead, he held Cold Moon even tighter.

"Cold Moon, look at me!"

He roared within the connection of their Sea of Consciousness.

"Your life is mine! I do not allow you to die, so you won't even be able to enter the gates of hell!"

"Wake up... for me!"

This roar, carrying the power of Su Lin's Divine Soul, struck Cold Moon's dazed consciousness like a great bell.

Cold Moon opened her eyes abruptly.

Those originally unfocused pupils were now replaced by a brilliant white-gold radiance.

She saw Su Lin, who was close at hand.

She saw the blood at the corner of his mouth, and the undisguised anxiety and heartache in his eyes.

In that instant, an unprecedented power erupted from the depths of her Soul.

That was the power called "possession".

Revered Master is bleeding...

Because of me...

How can I die?

If I die, who will monopolize this tenderness?

Who will drive those three annoying Junior Sisters away?

I must live!

I will become the strongest lock and keep him by my side forever!

"Roar—!!!"

A resounding Dragon roar erupted from within Cold Moon's body.

The nine golden Dragon phantoms that had already dissipated appeared once again.

But this time, they were no longer a dull gold.

Nourished by that Origin of the Immortal Realm, the nine golden Dragons were undergoing a transformation.

Scales fell off, and new white-gold Dragon scales grew; Dragon horns grew, becoming crystal clear; the originally illusory bodies began to condense into substantial pressure.

Nine Dragons merge into one!

It transformed into an Ancestral Dragon made entirely of white-gold, radiating sacred Immortal Might, circling around Cold Moon, letting out a roar that shook the ages towards the pitch-black Void Realm!

...

Meanwhile.

High above, on the ice cap battlefield.

The battle situation had become extremely tragic.

"Bang!"

Su Hongling was knocked flying once again, smashing heavily into the ice layer and creating a bottomless pit.

She was covered in blood, her left arm twisted at a strange angle, and the great sword [no edge] was covered in notches.

"Cough, cough... this bunch of... hard bones..."

She struggled to climb up, spitting out a mouthful of blood foam mixed with organ fragments, her eyes still as fierce as a wolf.

"Come again! You grandsons!"

Opposite them.

Those ten corpses of ancient Immortal soldiers, although injured, some with broken arms and some missing legs, did not know pain or fatigue.

Their aura remained terrifying, and every attack carried the power of Law sufficient to tear through space.

"Second Senior Sister! Watch your left!"

In the distance, Chu Weiwei screamed.

A black shadow flashed by like a ghost, and a rusty long halberd silently stabbed towards Su Hongling's heart.

It was an ambush by an Immortal soldier!

Su Hongling had just climbed up and had no time to dodge.

"Ice Shield!"

Mu Qingxue's face was pale as she forcibly overdrawn her spiritual power, condensing a thick ice wall behind Su Hongling.

"Crack!"

The long halberd instantly pierced through the ice wall, its momentum unabated.

"Myriad Soul Lock!"

Luo Ximei also attacked, with countless black and white chains entangling it, attempting to slow down the long halberd.

But these ten Immortal soldiers were at least at the Peak of Mahayana, or even half-step Undergoing Tribulation existence in their lifetime; even if their strength had plummeted after death, they were not something the current girls could easily contend with.

The chains snapped.

The long halberd continued to stab down.

"Puff!"

The sound of a sharp blade entering flesh.

But it did not pierce the heart.

At the last moment, Su Hongling forcibly twisted her body, and the long halberd pierced through her shoulder, pinning her entire body to the icy ground.

"Ah!!!"

Su Hongling cried out in pain, but the fierce light in her eyes intensified.

"Caught you..."

She actually grabbed the shaft of the long halberd with her backhand, not letting go even though her palms were cut and dripping with blood.

"Get... over here and die, you bastard!!"

She erupted with her final strength and gave a hard tug.

The Immortal soldier that had ambushed her was forcibly dragged in front of her.

"Headbutt!!"

"Bang!"

Su Hongling used her head, which had been trained to be indestructible, to smash heavily into the Immortal soldier's face.

With a crisp sound, the skull of that Immortal soldier was actually cracked by her!

But at the same time, three other Immortal soldiers had already surrounded them.

Desperate situation.

"It's no use..."

Chu Weiwei knelt on the ground, her poison already exhausted, and she looked despairingly at the black shadows closing in.

"Revered Master... why is it not done yet..."

The Ice Sword in Mu Qingxue's hand broke, and Luo Ximei's myriad soul banner became tattered.

They had already tried their best.

Really tried their best.

"Could it be... are we really going to die here?"

Blood tears flowed from Luo Ximei's heterochromatic eye, full of unwillingness.

"I haven't slept with Revered Master yet... how can I die..."

Just at this critical moment.

"Thump."

A dull heartbeat suddenly came from the abyss beneath their feet.

The sound was not loud, but it felt like it struck directly onto everyone's Soul.

Immediately after.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The heartbeat became louder and faster, like the beating of war drums.

The entire underground cavern began to tremble violently.

Those ten emotionless corpses of Immortal soldiers suddenly seemed to sense some extremely terrifying existence; their movements stopped in unison, and they stiffly turned their heads to look at the ice cap beneath their feet.

"Crack..."

A crack appeared on the incomparably hard ten-thousand-year Mystic Ice cap.

Immediately after, countless cracks spread like a spider web.

An indescribable, sacred, and domineering aura seeped out along those cracks.

That was... light.

White-gold light.

"This aura..."

Luo Ximei widened her eyes, feeling that familiar yet strange power.

"Is it Imperial Dao Dragon Qi? No... it is stronger than that... is this... Immortal Qi?!"

"Boom!!!"

A loud noise completely shattered the ice cap.

A white-gold pillar of light, a hundred zhang thick, erupted from the depths of the earth and shot straight into the sky!

Within that pillar of light, it contained Immortal Qi so dense it had liquefied, as well as an imperial will of "I alone am supreme".

Under the impact of this pillar of light, the ten arrogant corpses of Immortal soldiers were like snow meeting the scorching sun, emitting bursts of black smoke and letting out shrill screams.

"Roar—!!!"

They were in fear.

They were retreating.

"This is..."

Su Hongling pulled out the long halberd from her body, staring blankly at the pillar of light.

In the center of that pillar of light, two figures slowly rose.

Su Lin was in his Starlight Dharma Robe; although slightly disheveled, his expression was calm, like an immortal descended to earth.

And in his arms, he was holding a woman.

Cold Moon.

But at this moment, Cold Moon had completely changed her appearance.

The damaged Dragon robe on her body had disappeared, and in its place was a set of white-gold battle armor condensed from pure Immortal Qi.

The battle armor clung to her perfect curves, both heroic and imposing, while exuding a sacred and inviolable majesty.

Her long hair moved without wind behind her head, every strand shimmering with golden light.

And what was most startling were her eyes.

Those originally deep eyes had now turned into a pure gold, like two scorching suns, looking down at the ants of the world.

She did not look at the Immortal soldiers, nor did she look at her injured Junior Sisters.

She just leaned quietly in Su Lin's arms, like a dragon that had just awakened, enjoying the final tenderness.

"Revered Master."

She spoke.

Her voice was no longer weak, but full of power, like the clashing of gold and stone, crisp and pleasant, yet carrying an echo.

"Put me down."

"I am fine now."

Su Lin looked at her, his eyes full of gratification, and also a trace of complexity.

He knew that the Eldest Disciple who always followed behind him, silently handling chores, had completely grown up from today on.

Even... strong enough to make him, her Revered Master, feel a bit of pressure.

"Go."

Su Lin let go.

Cold Moon lightly tapped her toes on the Void Realm, leaving Su Lin's embrace.

She hovered in mid-air, slowly turning around to face the ten corpses.

In that instant.

The tenderness in her eyes completely receded, replaced by killing intent that made heaven and earth change color.

"A bunch of trash that has been dead for tens of thousands of years."

She slightly lifted her chin, her tone indifferent.

"How dare you hurt my Junior Sisters?"

"How dare you... disturb my Revered Master?"

"Roar!!!"

The ten Immortal soldiers seemed to be enraged; they roared, waving the broken Immortal weapons in their hands, and charged towards Cold Moon.

The pressure of half-step Mahayana superimposed together was enough to crush everything.

But Cold Moon just smiled coldly.

She did not draw her sword, nor did she form any seals.

She just slowly raised her right hand towards the Void Realm and squeezed lightly.

"Here..."

"I am the heaven."

Boom!

As her words fell.

The entire underground space seemed to be responding to her command.

Countless white-gold chains emerged from the Void Realm.

It was also the Law of the Upper Realm!

"Lock!"

Cold Moon spat out one word.

Those chains, as if teleporting, instantly entangled the ten charging Immortal soldiers.

"Roar!!"

The Immortal soldiers struggled wildly, erupting with terrifying power, attempting to break the chains.

"Kneel."

Cold Moon's eyes sharpened, and she slammed her right hand downwards.

"Boom!!!"

An Imperial Dao pressure, ten times, a hundred times stronger than before, mixed with the Law of the Immortal Realm, crashed down.

"Crack! Crack!"

The knee bones of the ten indestructible Immortal soldier corpses shattered instantly.

They were like facing a true Emperor, forced to submit, forced to kneel!

This scene was so shocking it left people speechless.

Su Hongling's mouth was wide open, even forgetting to pull out the long halberd on her shoulder.

Luo Ximei's heterochromatic eye was almost popping out, her face full of disbelief.

"Is... is this Eldest Senior Sister?!"

"Did she... did she achieve Immortal Ascension?!"

"No."

Su Lin stood in the back, hands behind his back, a flash of shrewdness in his eyes.

"She did not achieve Immortal Ascension."

"She has refined herself into the [Mortal Immortal Palace]."

"She is now the gatekeeper of that hole."

"As long as she stands here, she can mobilize the Immortal Qi overflowing from within it; within this Domain... she is invincible."

In the center of the battlefield.

Cold Moon looked at the ten Immortal soldiers kneeling before her, without a shred of pity in her eyes.

"Since you are already dead, then let dust return to dust, and earth return to earth."

"Do not be an eyesore in this world."

She extended her finger and tapped lightly towards the ten Immortal soldiers.

"Deprive."

Hum!

A white-gold ripple swept across.

The Death Qi, resentment, and the last trace of broken Law maintaining their actions on the ten Immortal soldiers were instantly stripped away.

Their bodies began to weather, turning into piles of lifeless dry bones.

"Reforge."

Cold Moon flipped her palm.

The stripped energy did not dissipate but gathered in her hand, and after being baptized by the Immortal Qi, it turned into crystal-clear energy spheres.

She waved her hand casually.

Those energy spheres flew towards the four injured Junior Sisters.

"Eat it."

Her tone was still domineering, unquestionable.

"This is the Origin essence of the ancient Immortal soldiers; it is good for you."

Su Hongling subconsciously caught one, and regardless of whether it was clean or not, stuffed it directly into her mouth.

"Gulp."

Energy entered her body.

The wound on her shoulder healed instantly, and even the broken [no edge] great sword began to self-repair under the nourishment of this power, with golden patterns appearing on the blade.

"Holy crap! Good stuff!"

Su Hongling's eyes lit up.

Luo Ximei and Chu Weiwei also quickly swallowed them; that feeling of sweet dew after a long drought made them unable to help but moan aloud.

Their cultivation was recovering, and even advancing.

After solving the enemy and appeasing the Junior Sisters.

Cold Moon slowly turned around, facing Su Lin again.

At this moment, she was radiant, like a goddess.

She walked towards Su Lin step by step; with every step, the battle armor on her body faded by a fraction, and finally, it turned back into that bright yellow Dragon robe.

Only this time, the golden Dragons on the Dragon robe had turned white-gold, more majestic and more mysterious.

She walked up to Su Lin and slightly tilted her head up.

In those golden eyes, Su Lin's figure was reflected.

"Revered Master."

She reached out, her fingertips gently hooking onto Su Lin's belt.

"I... have done it."

"I have mended this hole."

"From now on, every inch of land in this Southern Yu, every wisp of Immortal Qi, belongs to you."

"Of course..."

A familiar smile, carrying strong possessiveness, curled on the corners of her lips.

"I am also yours."

"And the... strongest one."

She deliberately turned around and glanced at the four Junior Sisters who were healing, her eyes full of provocation.

"How about it?"

"Do you still want to fight with me?"

Su Hongling: "..."

Luo Ximei: "..."

Chu Weiwei: "..."

Mu Qingxue: "..."

Cannot beat her.

Really cannot beat her.

The current Cold Moon, with the scar of heaven at her back and Immortal Qi in her hands, is simply cheating.

"Tch..."

Su Hongling turned her head away in annoyance, "What's so great about relying on geographical advantage! If you have the ability, let's have a one-on-one fight outside Southern Yu!"

"Even if we go out, I can still beat two of you."

Cold Moon retorted indifferently, then ignored them, turning her head to look at Su Lin, her eyes becoming fiery.

"Revered Master."

"The matter here is finished."

"Should we... go back and continue what we didn't finish earlier?"

"Earlier?" Su Lin was stunned.

"It's just..."

Cold Moon leaned close to him, biting his ear, her voice so low that only the two of them could hear.

"What we didn't finish... in bed."

"My body now... has been reshaped by Immortal Qi."

"It is very durable, oh."

"..."