598: Lu Xueqi (75)

Every wisp of escaping Devilish Qi was as heavy as a thousand jun.

The air let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the burden.

The ground began to crack and sink.

The Black Witch Clan's protective light shield shattered with a loud crash after lasting less than a single breath.

All the Cultivators, friend or foe, felt their Divine Souls tremble, and their spiritual power circulation stagnated.

That was a terrifying pressure far exceeding the Nascent Soul Stage.

It was the power of this world's Peak—the Soul Transformation Stage!

The Holy Cult Leader had personally made a move!

The greed on Ghost Eye Demon Lord's face had long been replaced by terror.

He retreated frantically, afraid of being caught in the aftershock.

True Man Chiyang and Protector Bai looked ashen-faced; before such an existence, Golden Core and Nascent Soul Cultivators were no different from ants.

Wang Shouren's hair and beard stood on end, and he roared, channeling his entire lifetime of cultivation into the ancient scroll in his hand.

The ancient scroll erupted with an unprecedented majestic, pure light, transforming into a resilient light screen that blocked above everyone.

However, under the black giant palm, the light screen was like paper, rapidly dimming and disintegrating.

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot."

A faint, indifferent snort came from the clouds, as if from the Nine Hells.

The speed of the descending giant palm increased slightly.

Su Han felt his bones creaking throughout his body, and his blood almost froze.

But the three fragments fusing above his head erupted with an even more intense Chaos light.

The fragments vibrated with a humming sound, transmitting an unyielding, ancient will.

It seemed to be responding to the challenge of that Heavenly Demon Palm.

"Reincarnation... Rebirth..."

Su Han experienced a moment of spiritual insight, forgetting fear, forgetting life and death.

All his focus was immersed in resonating with the fragments.

The Golden Core inside his body spun at an unprecedented speed.

That sliver of Reincarnation Concept he had initially grasped became several times clearer.

He saw life.

He saw death.

He saw the flourishing and withering of vegetation, the birth and extinction of stars.

He saw the single thread of eternal constancy—the "Truth"—within the Reincarnation of all things.

"A single thought of Reincarnation is not about reversing, but about... witnessing," he murmured to himself.

His hands involuntarily lifted, forming an ancient and complex hand seal.

This hand seal did not come from any known Cultivation Technique, but was an instinct directly reflected into the depths of his Divine Soul by the resonance of the reincarnation mirror fragment.

"Buzz—"

The Chaos light emitted by the three fragments suddenly retracted.

It did not disappear, but was compressed to the extreme.

Immediately afterward, a beam of light of an indescribable color surged upward from the incomplete mirror disk!

This light beam was neither black nor white, neither gold nor jade.

It seemed to contain all colors, yet seemed to possess no color at all.

It was silent, yet seemed to contain the immense sound of the world being split open.

The light beam and the sky-covering giant palm collided head-on!

There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected.

Time seemed to stretch and twist at this moment.

The downward pressure of the black giant palm abruptly halted.

The destructive Devilish Qi in the palm, upon contact with the Chaos light beam, began to strangely dissolve.

It wasn't scattered, nor was it canceled out.

It simply 'melted away' silently, like ice and snow encountering a scorching sun.

To be more precise, it 'returned to nothingness,' as if sent to some unknown end by the power of Reincarnation contained within the light beam.

"Oh?"

A slight sound of surprise came from the clouds.

Clearly, even the Holy Cult Leader had not expected that a mere three fragments, held by a mere Golden Core boy, could unleash such a strange power.

But that was all.

"It possesses the form, but lacks the spirit."

The indifferent voice sounded again.

The black giant palm trembled slightly, and even more vast and terrifying Devilish Qi surged out.

Within the Devilish Qi, terrifying visions of endless wailing vengeful spirits and mountains of corpses and seas of blood evolved.

This was the manifestation of the Law of Slaughter and Destruction.

The Chaos light beam was immediately suppressed and began to retreat steadily, its light rapidly dimming.

Su Han felt as if struck by lightning, blood overflowing from his seven orifices simultaneously.

He felt his vitality, spiritual power, and even the Origin of his Divine Soul being frantically drawn out by the fragments above his head.

This was a power far exceeding his Realm; even with the fragments guiding it, it was absolutely not something he could withstand.

"Su Han!"

Lu Xueqi cried out in alarm, urging the tianya divine sword regardless of everything.

A cyan sword light shot toward the sky, transforming into an icy sword rainbow that slashed toward the side of the giant palm.

"Ice Seal a Thousand Miles!"

Wherever the extremely cold Sword Qi passed, even the Devilish Qi was slightly frozen.

However, this was too weak against the angry strike of a Soul Transformation Stage expert.

The giant palm didn't even acknowledge this sword light.

Bi Yao bit the tip of her tongue, spitting out a mouthful of essence blood, which she sprinkled onto the rapidly drawn Wu Gu runes before her.

"Bloodline Forbidden Art—Ten Thousand Gu Devour the Heart!"

The essence blood runes burned, transforming into countless blood-colored Gu insects as fine as dust, which crazily drilled into the depths of the giant palm through the gaps in the Devilish Qi.

Attempting to erode its energy core.

This time, the giant palm seemed to sense a faint 'itch'.

A wisp of Devilish Qi differentiated into fine threads and gave a gentle twist.

All the blood-colored Gu insects were instantly annihilated.

Bi Yao groaned softly, her face pale, her aura withered.

"Fellow Daoist Su!"

Wang Shouren's eyes were split with rage; he wanted to rush forward to help, but was tightly entangled by Ghost Eye Demon Lord.

At this moment, Ghost Eye Demon Lord's eyes flickered with madness and a sense of lucky survival.

As long as the Holy Cult Leader succeeded, he might still have a chance to get a share.

True Man Chiyang, Protector Bai, and the others retreated far away, watching the confrontation in the sky and the incomplete mirror disk radiating an alluring aura with suspicion.

They were waiting, waiting for the final result before deciding their next move.

Su Han's consciousness began to blur.

His body felt like it was about to completely fall apart.

The Fusion process of the reincarnation mirror fragments also became sluggish and unstable due to insufficient energy supply.

Just as he was about to collapse.

In his embrace, the ancient jade pendant obtained from the Yunmengze Secret Realm suddenly became scorching hot.

A cool, pure aura, brimming with vibrant life force, surged out from the jade pendant, flowing along his heart meridians straight into his Sea of Consciousness.

This aura was completely different from the ancient, chaotic aura of the reincarnation mirror fragment.

It was full of the beauty of life and the power of continuation.

It was like a green lamp lit in endless darkness.

"This is... the Concept of Life and Death?"

Su Han realized vaguely.

Reincarnation was not a simple switch between life and death.

Life and death were the two sides of Reincarnation, the forces that propelled Reincarnation, and the most direct manifestation within Reincarnation.

Previously, he had only grasped the 'operation' and 'witnessing' of Reincarnation.

Now, stimulated by the mysterious life force from the jade pendant and facing the desperate situation of imminent death, he experienced the piercing pain of 'death' and an extreme craving for 'life'.

The Concept of the cycle of life and death quietly sprouted.

"Rebirth... is not the end, but the beginning of another journey..."

A glimmer of light reappeared in Su Han's dim eyes.

That glimmer was faint yet firm, containing infinite attachment and persistence toward 'life'.

Above his head, the Chaos light beam, which was about to dissipate, suddenly underwent a change.

The core of the light beam, the Chaos color, quietly differentiated.

One part became dim and void, like the final resting place of all things.

The other part, however, radiated a faint, hopeful cyan-white light, like the first ray of dawn in early spring, the first guiding star after the dark night.

The auras of life and death intertwined and rotated.

Although far inferior to the vast and magnificent power contained in the giant palm, it possessed an ineffable 'Dao Rhyme'.