C1237 Could It be like This?

The Songbird Queen's gaze pierced through the boundless sea of stars, fixating on Yu Yuan from a great distance.

It settled upon Yu Yuan's form.

The spiritual energy and strange power that Pei Yuling and Fu Xuanwen had recently deployed near Yu Yuan were obliterated as if by the fierce rays of the sun, vanishing in an instant.

Apart from Yu Yuan, none of the Otherkin or mortal cultivators present could detect her presence.

She had not descended...

Yet, there was no need for sight or perception; in the depths of everyone's Mindscape, it was as though a towering deity had taken its stand, exuding an authority that was inviolable and beyond direct confrontation.

To even attempt such a confrontation was sacrilege!

Hua! Hua!

The arm bone, weighed down by the five Marks of the Celestials, was teeming with death force, causing Fu Xuanwen unspeakable agony and fear.

He had invoked five Marks of the Celestials, unleashing a torrential river of spiritual energy from within, which he shaped into several arcane techniques of the Ebon Star, managing only to barely stem the tide of the death force's spread.

The further diffusion of the death force was halted for the moment, but he was powerless to eradicate it swiftly.

"Chen Qinghuang!"

Fu Xuanwen cried out, instinctively facing the starry expanse that Yu Yuan was gazing into.

Boom!

His mind was rocked by a sudden tremor, and he beheld a magnificent bird bathed in emerald glow, its dance scattering death and destruction as it soared through his Mindscape.

The flapping wings of death and destruction rained down the essence of the cosmic order's power of destruction, threatening to shatter his soul.

Fu Xuanwen grunted, blood spraying from his mouth as he plummeted downwards.

The blood he expelled carried the pungent stench of decay, reminiscent of a long-dead corpse exhaling its last breath.

The bizarre spectacle surrounding Fu Xuanwen brought the ongoing battle to an abrupt halt.

The two ninth-level platinum Shura ceased their assault on Zhu Huan, instead retreating to a safe distance and delving into the Absolute Darkness, their spirits weighed down by the turn of events.

Sizzle sizzle!

Thanks to Pei Yuling's power, his silhouette, manipulating the Mirror of the Infinite, flickered in and out of visibility within the space rifts.

He was opportunistically erasing the gray-white specks of light within the space rifts.

It was evident to all that Pei Yuling had to constantly traverse the void to counteract the encroachment of the death force.

He dared not reveal himself in the true world of Kuvrepros.

The Mirror of the Infinite, once a countermeasure against the Frost Well, had long since vanished.

After Ciara activated her bloodline talent, the enigmatic well could connect to the Dark Realm, allowing them to report the situation and the casualties of their kin to Sabonis without omission.

Yet...

Ciara's face was etched with bitterness.

Demian, recognizing her sense of helplessness, shook his head emphatically and commanded, "No!"

"I understand," Ciara exhaled in resignation.

But what good was a connection to the Dark Realm?

The Blood King was still recovering from severe injuries. Even if he were to learn of the cataclysmic events in Kuvrepros and rashly traverse the void to intervene, could he truly alter the course of events?

Fu Xuanwen could hardly bear the sight of the newly awakened secular bird, its corpse ravaged by death force.

The Divine Bird, a harbinger of death and destruction in ancient lore, was relentlessly pursued and besieged by numerous tenth-level experts until it finally plummeted to its demise in the Annihilation Nebula.

Could the chieftain, alone and wounded, truly stand a chance against such a formidable entity?

Ciara and Demian, both platinum Shura, exchanged a knowing, rueful glance and swiftly came to a resolution.

They would not connect to the Dark Realm or trouble the Blood King, even if it meant the extinction of their people.

As long as Sabonis lived, the glory of the Shura remained intact. Their race could still thrive, filled with boundless hope and the prospect of rebirth, continuing to stand proudly at the forefront.

"Yu, Yu Yuan!"

Han Dan of the Starmoon Sect, now liberated by Fu Xuanwen's use of the Mark of the Celestials, radiated admiration as if she were a young girl in the presence of her hero. "Liu Ying of our sect truly has remarkable insight!"

Jin Haolong's smile was radiant as he nodded in agreement.

The two cultivators from the Starmoon Sect had been wandering the cosmos in recent years, only hearing of the interactions between Yu Yuan and Liu Ying.

Until recently, they had been dismissive, finding it beneath Liu Ying, the heir apparent to the Star Sect, to associate with Yu Yuan, a connection they deemed embarrassing for their sect.

After all, the Starmoon Sect had ascended a rung on the ladder of status within the Moon Sect due to the elevation of one of their own to the rank of primordial spirit.

Upon encountering Yu Yuan in the extraterrestrial realm, they realized that despite not having refined even a Solar Spirit, Yu Yuan was neither intimidated nor outshone among the likes of Fu Xuanwen, Zhu Huan, Wei Zhuo, Cao Jiaze, Xu Jingyao, and other formidable cultivators and prodigies. Their attitudes shifted immediately.

Even the Songbird Queen, who had transformed from a secular bird and been reborn under a new identity, favored him greatly.

What did this signify?

It demonstrated that Liu Ying truly possessed a discernment akin to the Third Eye!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Xie Bin, Rong Xun, Han Dan, and Jin Haolong, having been liberated, naturally gravitated towards Yu Yuan's position in the stars, aligning themselves with his cause.

Leo and Beru, after being sent flying, gradually regained their composure and made their way over to Yu Yuan.

Gheirat followed shortly after.

The surviving Shura warriors seized the moment to join forces with Ciara and Demian, plunging into the frigid darkness. They drew upon the power flowing from the Dark Realm to replenish their depleted energies and heal their wounds.

Chu Yao, standing in solitude within the Dark Nebula, had an expression of profound complexity.

He could never have imagined that his master, once feeble and powerless three hundred years ago, would, after assuming a new visage and a youthful body, wield control over the mythic Dragon Slaying Stage, master Nie Qingtian's sword spell, and even win the favor of the secular bird.

Chu Yao rubbed his eyes, questioning whether he was caught in a dream.

"Time, space..."

Yu Yuan whispered to himself as he gripped the Dragon Slaying Stage, feeling the colorful ripples of the Chronowyrm flowing back into his palm and fingertips.

The silhouettes that had just begun to emerge in his mind were swiftly drawn back into his body.

The life experiences of Hong Qi from his past life were once vivid and clear.

Yet, the more unsavory memories from the end of that life remained obstinately obscured, refusing to surface.

"Hmm!"

Inside the Dragon Slaying Stage, the still-developing young beast let out an indistinct roar.

Yu Yuan listened intently, deciphering the message within the roar.

The young beast conveyed to him that there was another version of himself that could not be revealed through the power of time, possibly because that other self was from an era too distant from the present.

Perhaps he was so powerful that even the forces of time couldn't touch him.

"Just as I suspected!"

Yu Yuan understood the young beast's implication.

"The secular bird... it's nearby, isn't it?"

Zhu Huan of the Sunlit Order no longer pursued his vendetta against Yu Yuan. Instead, he joined Fu Xuanwen, watching him succumb to his fate. Zhu Huan gazed at the ghastly white arm bone and asked with a furrowed brow, "What do we do now?"

Wei Zhuo, Cao Jiaze, and the other Solar Spirit cultivators all turned their attention to Fu Xuanwen, who was deeply afflicted by the death force.

With a whoosh, Pei Yuling finally managed to rid himself of the death force, trapping it within several ruptured space rifts, before he awkwardly returned to the present world.

"That one only cares about whether Yu Yuan lives or dies. The rest are of no concern."

Pei Yuling, still visibly shaken, spoke while scanning his surroundings warily.

It was clear that at the slightest hint of the death force, he would not hesitate to open a space rift and flee without a second glance.

He had already resigned himself to abandoning Chu Yao.

"Yu Yuan, you should go first. Take Mr. Xie and the others with you."

Cao Jiaze managed a wry smile as he steered an enigmatic palace next to Fu Xuanwen. "The Starborn and the Shura have no quarrel with you. Let's act as if we never saw you, as if you were never in Kuvrepros. Does that work for you?"

This suggestion left all the human cultivators from the Everlands somewhat bewildered.

Is that even possible?

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