C1259 Demon Tide!
The massive copper bell soared through the void, its surface etched with numerous fiery symbols and crimson demonic clouds that unleashed torrents of flame, making the heavenly-grade spiritual weapon appear as though it were a glowing, red-hot slab of iron.
Yuan Lianyao, in her Solar Spirit form, stood at the bell's mouth, her body engulfed in deep red flames. Within the fire, tiny crystals sparkled like stars, dazzling to behold. Below her, a churning magma pool seemed to boil, its fiery liquid endlessly surging, infusing her Solar Spirit Body with intense heat.
She was enveloped by a bewitching lotus that served as a wondrous armor, protecting her figure. With a grave expression, she frequently glanced back. The crackling remnant soul at her side acted like a flash of lightning, aiding her in detecting nearby movements.
Yuan Lianyao was on high alert for the pursuing Shura warriors, fearing they might launch a surprise attack from the shadows of passing meteorites. She held no trust for Elena, the young lady revered by the Shura, suspecting the Shura's calls for a halt might be a silent, agreed-upon strategy, allowing the fierce warriors to employ different tactics against her.
In the renowned extraterritorial battlefield, facing the infamous Shura, Yuan Lianyao couldn't afford to let her guard down.
Only when Faang Yao's message reached her did she finally breathe a sigh of relief. She pinpointed the exact location and relayed the coordinates to the artifact soul of the Red Demon Bell.
With newfound speed, the Red Demon Bell surged forward!
Shortly thereafter, Yuan Lianyao, aboard the Red Demon Bell, rendezvoused with Faang Yao, who had hurried to meet her.
"Where are the Shura?" she inquired.
Faang Yao, his bald head gleaming, had three enormous fireballs hovering behind him, each capable of engulfing over a dozen Otherkin warriors in a single burst. The fireballs were a fierce blend of earthfire and heavenfire, teeming with volatile energy.
Several cultivators from the Skyblight Cult and Poison Cult were also scanning the area.
Trailing behind, Chu Yao from the Order of Healing, showed a hint of embarrassment upon Yuan Lianyao's arrival. Having fled the enigmatic meteorite, leaving Pei Yuling behind without a second thought, Chu Yao had soon encountered Faang Yao and a group of fellow cultivators from the Land of Quiescence.
Seeking refuge, he turned to Faang Yao and the others, eager to depart swiftly via the Starway.
Faang Yao, upon hearing the tale, became intrigued by the dramatic events in the Kuvrepros and the meteor into which Pei Yuling had plunged, now undergoing terrifying transformations.
Subsequently, Faang Yao picked up Yuan Lianyao's distress signal and promptly led his group to her aid.
Upon their meeting, Yuan Lianyao let out a sigh of relief. "We might have lost them," she said, nodding to Faang Yao. "The Shura we encountered likely hailed from the Glimmerdrift Nebula. There's a girl named Elena who wields a silver hammer and possesses an eighth-level bloodline. Her combat prowess is astonishingly formidable."
After sharing the essentials, Yuan Lianyao noticed the peculiar looks on the faces of Faang Yao, the Skyblight Cult, and the Poison Cult members. Among them stood an unfamiliar face.
"Cough, cough," Faang Yao chuckled, scratching his head. He gestured toward Chu Yao and said, "You must recognize this man. He's from the Order of Healing, named Chu Yao. Recently, he ventured into the Kuvrepros alongside Cao Jiaze, Fu Xuanwen, and others."
"Chu Yao, the Divine Healer!" Yuan Lianyao's tone was icy, her face etched with undisguised contempt. Yu Yuan's favorite hand-chosen disciple from three centuries past had now become Zhong Chichen's favored son-in-law, the presumptive next leader of the Order of Healing.
How could she be unaware?
"In the Kuvrepros, Chu Yao encountered Yu Yuan, who was accompanied by a Shura girl named Elena. Once a rogue, she has been reclaimed by the Blood King." Faang Yao deliberately omitted any mention of Hong Qi, focusing solely on Yu Yuan.
Yuan Lianyao's brows knitted together. Newly arrived in the extraterrestrial realms, she was unfamiliar with Yu Yuan's exploits since his departure from the Everlands. The Ruby Hand's cultivators had also kept silent about Yu Yuan's deeds, leaving her in the dark.
Faang Yao came to the realization through Chu Yao that Elena of the Shura had made her appearance in the Brugeth Astral Domain. Given her presence in the Extraterritorial Battlefield, it was highly likely that Yu Yuan, who had left the Kuvrepros Astral Domain with her and the secular bird that had transformed into Chen Qinghuang, might also be there.
Out of caution, Faang Yao decided to open up to Yuan Lianyao and share the true situation with her.
Yuan Lianyao listened and nodded in silence, her eyes gradually beginning to sparkle with understanding.
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Yan Ziyang, under the guidance of the Wraithcult, once again redirected the icy meteorite. Full of uncertainty, he couldn't fathom what Yu Yuan was planning.
Initially, he was instructed to avoid the central region, taking detours to bypass the heart of the Brugeth. However, Yu Yuan had abruptly altered his instructions, directing him towards the central area instead. With no other option, Yan Ziyang complied.
Within the confines of the Dragon Slaying Stage, Yu Yuan's Lunar Spirit, forged through the practice of Wraithbinding, conversed with the Frostfiend and experienced a sudden revelation.
In a trance-like state, he sensed that his Lunar Spirit could effortlessly craft various offensive maneuvers within the two miniature worlds of the Dragon Slaying Stage.
With a mere thought, the Lunar Spirit acted.
Eighth and ninth level frost wyrms, as well as the tenth level Dragon God, succumbed to the manipulation of his Lunar Spirit.
The cosmic order of this realm abruptly shifted!
Crack! Crack!
With his intent, the frost wyrms combined their power with the strange forces of this world, swiftly refining it into crystalline ice spikes.
In an instant, a dozen ice spikes materialized as if summoned by deities wielding the rule of bitter cold.
The tips of these ice spikes gleamed with a captivating chill, each containing countless slender ice filaments in the likeness of dragons, as if the very essence of icy law had taken physical form.
The ice spikes converged on the recovering Sky Fiend.
The Sky Fiend, targeted by the multitude of ice spikes, found its shimmering demonform frozen in place, too terrified to move.
"What are you planning to do?"
His devil soul quivered in fear, suddenly aware that the sovereign of this peculiar world was invoking the foundational principles of the Cosmic Order to obliterate his spirit and form.
It was akin to the time he had pierced through the Ice Shard not so long ago.
In this miniature realm, the piercing intensity of the hundred-meter-long ice spikes overwhelmed the Sky Fiend, who knew he was powerless to resist. His understanding of ice magic would be ruthlessly erased in the instant of contact.
For within lay the power of a tenth-level frost wyrm!
That was the Dragon God!
"Wonderful!"
Yu Yuan, his Lunar Spirit floating high above, laughed contentedly, savoring the moment.
In the blink of an eye, the dozen ice spikes mysteriously disintegrated, transforming into a frigid dragon's breath that dispersed into the foundational forces of this world, merging back into the Dragon Slaying Stage.
His thoughts shifted once more.
The residual breath of a ninth-level thunder dragon became a fierce lightning storm, instantly coalescing.
Yu Yuan's Lunar Spirit then turned to the Jade Wyrm, inherently venomous. With a mere thought, murky rivers of deadly poison formed from the dragon's breath lingering within the corpse.
The powers held within the dragon corpses could be harnessed at will.
They could also take any shape, solid or ethereal, to strike at enemies with precision.
As long as he was within the Dragon Slaying Stage, within these two miniature realms, he was like a supreme cultivator of the Unbound realm, wielding all the power of the dragon corpses!
Swoosh!
His Lunar Spirit instantly reappeared in the little world of the Chronowyrm. With a mere shift in thought, the residual power of the Chronowyrm manifested as a spatial shield and solidified into a gleaming Rift Cutter.
Time itself, under the manipulation of his will, could rewind or freeze at a specific moment.
"Like a god!"
Yu Yuan couldn't help but spread his arms, adopting a pose as if embracing the heavens and the earth.
Such a wondrous epiphany was something he had never encountered in either his past or present life.
For the first time, he vividly felt that his soul, honed in the art of Wraithbinding, was the true sovereign within the two realms of the Dragon Slaying Stage, an undeniable deity in his own right!
