1024: Chapter 1023 A Narrow Escape, Both Sides Suffer Heavy Losses

Jia Lan knew that the Zixuan Flower Immortal would not stop.

The next attack would only be more violent.

And she herself was already reaching her limit.

Her eyes were fixed on the dark golden "light spot" ahead, and she suddenly looked down at the broken saber in her hand, which was buzzing more and more urgently, with gray light and cold airflow flickering alternately.

The faint, almost broken "line" connecting the two trembled slightly in her perception.

An almost suicidal thought emerged uncontrollably.

Break the balance!

Since this balance was being destabilized by her and Immortal Lord Zixuan, why not... completely detonate it?

Borrow the power of that dragon-shaped Sword Intent core?

Or trigger the remnant soul of the Rakshasa Saber Intent sealed within the broken saber?

Either side would be enough to tear her, a tiny Fourth-Rank Cultivator, into pieces in an instant.

But... perhaps it was also the only way to possibly force back or even heavily injure Immortal Lord Zixuan, winning a slim chance of survival for herself!

No, there was another possibility...

Jia Lan's gaze fell on that "line" once more.

Since they counterbalanced and pulled each other... what if, instead of detonating one side, she... triggered both simultaneously?

Not to make them annihilate each other, but to let that residual "bond" of mutual destruction create some kind of "resonance" at this moment, due to her intervention and the threat of the Zixuan Flower Immortal?

This idea was extremely crazy, with a minuscule success rate; it was more likely she would be crushed by the torrent of two wills the moment she triggered them.

But she had no time to hesitate.

Immortal Lord Zixuan had already neutralized the backlash from the first willpower impact. The purple light around her grew even more intense, and hundred-flower patterns flowed on the sword blade, clearly brewing an even stronger strike.

Her eyes were cold and certain, as if looking at prey already caught in a net.

Jia Lan gritted her teeth fiercely, the last trace of hesitation fading from her eyes, leaving only the determination of someone burning their bridges.

She no longer tried to stabilize her own dao marks. Instead, she forcibly activated her newly grown but now crack-filled Sword Dao Traces, turning them into a sharp "fuse," and without hesitation, pierced both the dark golden "light spot" and the "gloom" inside the broken saber simultaneously!

It wasn't an attack, but a request for "resonance," a touch of "awakening," carrying her own unyielding Sword Intent, all her longing for survival in a desperate situation, and even a hint of the sorrow and respect for that ancient duel she had sensed from those fragmented images.

"If there is still a spirit... please help me!"

BOOM—!!!

The entire cave—no, it felt as if the entire Sealed Abyss shook violently!

The dark golden "light spot" suddenly erupted with a sun-like dazzling but cold light. A dragon roar that seemed to come from the ancient primordial era fully materialized, turning into a translucent giant dragon phantom composed purely of Sword Intent, with scales and claws flying and sword light swirling!

The bit of "gloom" inside the broken saber expanded suddenly, and a terrifying Saber Intent, ten times more ferocious and a hundred times colder than before, rushed out along with a shrill and domineering roar.

Above the broken saber, it condensed into a blurred Rakshasa figure clad in tattered blood-armor and holding a phantom war saber, its blood-red eyes like two black holes swallowing everything!

The moment the giant dragon sword phantom and the Rakshasa Saber Soul manifested, the first thing their eyes—or rather, their intent—locked onto was neither each other nor Jia Lan, but the powerful, threatening purple Sword Intent behind them—the Zixuan Flower Immortal!

In their residual wills, the hostility toward "foreign invaders" and "powerful threats" was triggered by Jia Lan's weak resonance and amplified to the extreme at this moment!

Two ancient wills capable of extinguishing stars, carrying the tragic afterglow of mutual destruction, actually "ignored" their eternal counterbalance for a moment, and together turned their "spearheads," pouring down toward Immortal Lord Zixuan!

That was the ultimate sharpness of the Sword Dao!

That was the endless madness of the Saber Intent!

Even more, it was the combined strike of the unwillingness and anger entangled for eternity after their fall!

For the first time, a look of horror appeared on the Zixuan Flower Immortal's beautiful face!

The purple longsword in her hand let out an overburdened wail, and the Protective Immortal Qi around her body flickered and dimmed violently.

She wanted to retreat, but the surrounding space had been completely locked and solidified by those two revived ancient wills!

"No—!!!"

Amidst a shrill scream of shock and anger, Immortal Lord Zixuan exerted all her strength, pouring all her cultivation into the longsword to perform her strongest defensive Divine Ability, "Ten Thousand Flower Barrier." Countless purple petals layered over each other, wrapping her into a giant flower cocoon.

THUMP—!!!

The silent collision made everyone's Divine Soul feel as if they had been struck hard by a heavy hammer!

The purple flower cocoon lasted for less than a breath before it shattered inch by inch like glass!

The Zixuan Flower Immortal's figure was thrown backward like a broken kite, blood spraying wildly from her mouth, drawing a tragic and beautiful arc in the air.

Her palace dress was torn in several places, her aura instantly withered, and her eyes were filled with unbelievable fear and malice.

As for the giant dragon sword phantom and the Rakshasa Saber Soul, after delivering this world-shaking blow, their phantoms also quickly dimmed and dissipated, turning back into a speck of dark golden light and a wisp of gloomy airflow, shrinking back to their original places. The "line" between them seemed even thinner, as if they had exhausted their last strength.

Inside the cave, the vast Sword Intent and ferocious Saber Intent also subsided for the most part. Although they still existed, they were no longer violent, but rather had a kind of silence after exhaustion.

Jia Lan knelt on one knee, thin streaks of blood seeping from her seven orifices. Triggering two wills simultaneously just now had caused her an extremely severe backlash. Her Sea of Consciousness felt as if it had been plowed through, her Sword Dao Traces were dim and lusterless, and it was difficult for her body to move even a finger.

But she was still alive.

And the Zixuan Flower Immortal was also heavily injured because of it!

She raised her head with difficulty, looking at the Zixuan Flower Immortal who had fallen into the dust in the distance and was barely leaning on her sword to avoid collapsing, then at the broken saber in her hand which had completely fallen silent, with even the last trace of gray light dissipated.

Finally, her gaze turned toward the location of that faint light in the depths.

The road ahead was unknown, she was heavily injured and near death, and the powerful enemy, though injured, had not retreated.

But that slim chance of survival... it seemed she had truly torn a crack in that eternal dead end.

Panting, she used the saber to prop herself up and used her last bit of strength to stagger and crawl toward the direction of the faint light.

Behind her, Immortal Lord Zixuan's malicious gaze was like a maggot on a bone, fixed firmly on her back.

Further away, toward the cave entrance, the faint sound of other pursuers' uncertain commotion could be heard.

The abyss remained silent, swallowing all sound and light.

Only that bit of faint light, deep in the gloom, flickered quietly like a guide, or perhaps a trap.

Her consciousness drifted in the viscous darkness, every struggle pulling at the cracks all over her Divine Soul, bringing a tearing pain.

Galan didn't know how long she had been crawling; perhaps it was only a few steps, but it had exhausted her last remaining bit of strength.

The puncture wound on her shoulder had long since gone numb, her internal organs felt as if they had been burned by fire and then thrown into an ice cellar, cold and heat intertwining, her Spiritual Qi in total disarray.

Only that figure in her mind became the sole support keeping her from falling into a complete coma.

"For Master, I absolutely cannot die!"