643: Chapter 643 The Undying True Body

["But you know—this is just an illusion."]

["The power of this sword, what you can currently unleash, is likely not even one ten-thousandth."]

["However, it is enough."]

["You close your eyes."]

["Immortal Slaying Sword Art, First Form—Lonely Slaying Annihilation."]

["Person and sword, merged into one."]

["Your body is dissipating—not truly dissipating, but your existence is being melted into the sword."]

["There is no you or me, only the sword."]

["Sword Intent locks onto Liu Xuerong."]

["It is not a Divine Sense lock, nor a gaze lock."]

["It is a lock of the 'Dao'."]

["No matter where she flees, no matter what space she hides in, no matter what escape technique she uses—this sword strike will hit."]

[Liu Xuerong felt that lock.]

[Her pupils constricted violently.]

[The intuition of a Mahayana Cultivator told her—this sword strike cannot be dodged.]

[Only now did she understand why she had felt a momentary palpitation earlier; it was because of this sword.]

[She did not hesitate at all.]

[She raised her hand.]

[An ancient bell emerged from within her body.]

[The body of the bell was archaic, entirely mysterious yellow, with no runes or patterns on its surface, as smooth as a bronze mirror.]

[This was the Innate Spirit Treasure—the Chaos Bell.]

[The Chaos Bell, known as the strongest defense in the Immortal Realm.]

[The moment it hung there—the entire world went quiet.]

["It was not the quiet of the 'oppressive feeling' from the previous two times."]

["It was the quiet of 'non-existence'."]

[It did not emit any Aura.]

[Because it did not need to.]

[The bell body vibrated slightly.]

[There was no sound.]

[But the Void Realm for ten thousand million miles simultaneously rippled.]

["It was not an attack."]

["It was a declaration—a declaration that this world was now its Domain."]

[The Chaos Bell slowly descended, covering Liu Xuerong entirely within it.]

[The bell walls were as thin as cicada wings, transparent as if they were nothing.]

["But you could no longer 'see' Liu Xuerong."]

["It was not that she was invisible."]

["It was that she no longer existed."]

["What the Chaos Bell isolated was not space, not time, not Law—it was 'existence'."]

["Inside the bell and outside the bell were two different worlds."]

["Not two worlds in terms of space, but two in terms of the 'Dao'."]

["She was inside the bell, you were outside."]

["She was in that world, you were in this world."]

["There was no intersection."]

["There was no connection."]

["There was no 'anchor point' that could be attacked."]

["Because it isolated all Karma and connections."]

[Liu Tianxing looked at that bell, a trace of awe flashing in his eyes: "The Chaos Bell... with this bell here, who could hurt her?"]

[Elder Qi did not speak, but he nodded.]

[They seemed to have forgotten—that a Mahayana Cultivator actually needed to defend against an Integration Stage Cultivator.]

[If this spread, it would already be a joke.]

[Xuanyuan Ziyan's expression became even uglier.]

[She had originally thought your six swords were already terrifying enough.]

[She did not expect you to be able to summon such a terrifying ancient sword.]

[She could feel that this ancient sword of yours was no less than their Family's Xuanyuan Immortal Sword.]

[But now, one was hiding in another world, and the other could cut through everything.]

["Spear and shield."]

["Who would win?"]

[You moved.]

[There was no sound.]

[There was no spiritual light.]

[There were no Law fluctuations.]

[There was only a trail of light.]

[Extending from your position to the position of the Chaos Bell.]

[Wherever the light trail passed, space was like paper—it was cut open.]

["Not torn, not collapsed."]

["It was cut open."]

["Like a knife cutting tofu, like tailoring fabric, like slicing through the water's surface."]

[The cut was neat and smooth as a mirror.]

[The light trail slammed into the Chaos Bell.]

[The bell body hummed—not the hum of being struck.]

["It was the hum of 'something is actually able to touch me'."]

[The Chaos Bell isolated everything.]

[Laws could not hit it, the Dao could not hit it, space could not hit it, time could not hit it.]

[But this light trail—it hit.]

[The light trail did not stop.]

[It passed through the Chaos Bell.]

["Like passing through a layer of water, like passing through a layer of fog, like passing through a layer of shadows."]

[The bell wall did not shatter.]

[It did not crack.]

[It was not damaged.]

["It was just—passed through, ignored."]

["As if the Chaos Bell's 'isolation', before that light trail, did not exist."]

[What everyone did not know was that this ancient sword was of an extremely high level; at its Peak, when in the hands of its master, it could even cross the river of time to kill.]

[Liu Tianxing's pupils constricted violently.]

["Impossible..." His voice was as dry as sandpaper.]

["The Chaos Bell can isolate everything... How could it..."]

[He did not finish.]

[Because he saw—the light trail passed through the Chaos Bell.]

[Passed through Liu Xuerong.]

[At the waist.]

[Two halves, upper and lower.]

[Liu Xuerong's upper body hung on this end of the starry sky, her lower body hung on that end.]

[The Chaos Bell still hung in its original place, completely undamaged.]

[It had isolated everything.]

[But that sword strike had passed through "everything".]

[The entire starry sky went quiet.]

["It was not silence."]

["It was deathly stillness."]

[Qin Yu's pupils constricted violently.]

[Qin Han narrowed his eyes, his body frozen.]

[Yun Xiaozi put away his smile, his mouth slightly agape.]

[Xuanyuan Ziyan's hands were trembling.]

["Not because of fear."]

["It was because she had fought a battle with you."]

["You monster, how much did you hold back against her?"]

[Liu Tianxing's face was deathly pale.]

[He suddenly realized—if Liu Xuerong was defeated, what would be the fate of the Liu Clan Immortal Family? He did not dare to think further.]

[Elder Qi remained silent, but his back was already soaked with cold sweat.]

[Venerable Cang Xuan's eyes finally moved.]

[He looked at that ancient sword, watching for a long time.]

["Immortal Sword..." He said in a low voice.]

["The Wuji Immortal Sect's sect-protecting Immortal Sword..."]

["How could he summon an Immortal Sword?"]

[He looked again at Liu Xuerong's two severed body halves, sighed, and then shook his head.]

[Liu Xuerong's upper body hung on this end of the starry sky, her lower body hung on that end.]

[There was no blood.]

[The cut was a smooth cross-section, as if sliced by the sharpest knife at the most precise angle.]

[Then—the two body halves moved.]

["Not pushed over by anything."]

["They moved on their own."]

["The upper body floated toward the lower body, the lower body floated toward the upper body."]

["Slowly, steadily."]

["Like two magnets, attracting each other."]

["The cut aligned."]

[A flash of golden light—Liu Xuerong stood complete in the starry sky.]

[Her robes were complete, her body was complete, her Aura—not chaotic.]

[But her face was much paler.]

["Not pale, but ghostly white."]

["Like someone just recovering from a major illness, like someone who had had most of their life drained away by something."]

[She lowered her head, looking at her waist.]

[There was a thin cut on her robes.]

["It was not torn, it had been cut open, and then closed back up."]