C607 Blood Bone Fruits
Whoosh!
The snow-white robe, suspended in midair, began to stir without a hint of wind, slowly unfurling as its master finished speaking.
The statue, towering above the earth, dazzled with divine radiance from its outstretched hands!
The open cavity in the statue's chest, reminiscent of a revered wooden idol, subtly shifted in expression, its benevolent smile now tinged with the essence of offering and devotion.
Facing the gathered crowd, the statue, hewn from the Sword Prison, emitted a thunderous, otherworldly sound.
Soon after, a mélange of forces—vital energy, sword intent, spiritual power, lightning, and the flow of souls—merged into vibrant, bowl-thick columns of light.
These radiant beams burst forth from the navel, chest, and shoulders of the statue, piercing through the air.
The murky, darkened sky was abruptly illuminated as if by daylight, the brilliance overwhelming to the eyes.
The energy radiating from each column reverberated through heaven and earth, seemingly stretching the very fabric of space.
The master and disciple from the Babel Chamber of Commerce exchanged a glance, compelled to weave new spells to reinforce the fabric of space.
All the while, the dazzling columns of light converged upon the floating, snow-white robe.
The robe swelled frenetically, quickly engulfing the sky within moments.
Within its hollow folds, a symphony of crackling and snapping sounds echoed incessantly.
Rich life force, potent spiritual energy, elusive soul power, and razor-sharp sword intent surged within the fabric.
Despite its rapid expansion—now covering hundreds of acres and magnified several hundredfold—the robe that had devoured the radiant columns began to contract.
The brilliance was drawn inward, distilling and extracting its most quintessential elements.
As the robe contracted, an awe-inspiring vision gradually took shape within.
A dark-golden spine, the first to materialize in the robe's core, coalesced from blood and spiritual energy.
From this central column, a complex network of veins, bones, and sinews emerged, meticulously assembling piece by piece.
Flesh began to cloak the blood and bones, while the blood vessels extended methodically, like the life-giving arteries of the earth.
The sound of flowing blood marked the moment when a layer of skin, taut as a drumhead, swiftly enveloped the burgeoning form, infused with a surge of energy.
At last, a new head emerged atop the robe's neck, swiftly becoming fleshed out with blood and life.
In no time, the once empty snow-white robe morphed into a living, breathing man. He had flesh, limbs, and organs, his entire being pulsating with the essence of life, his features bearing the marks of age.
The only thing he lacked were his eyes.
His hollow sockets were suddenly ablaze with two orbs of golden flame that burst forth with a resounding "boom."
The master of this realm had effortlessly crafted a corporeal soul before the eyes of all present, utilizing a portion of the power bestowed by the Sword Prison's statue.
With eyes now aflame with golden fire, he gazed once more upon Lim Zhuyun.
"Remarkable, she's either the Cold Yin Sect maiden herself or under the thrall of a Devaputra."
The elder, who had once worked alongside Yan Qiling to maintain the stability of this space, appeared both shocked and intrigued.
"Guard this space diligently!"
His master admonished him, urging focus on the task at hand.
Lim Zhuyun, ensconced within the verdant Ice Flame, remained silent and unmoved by the exchange between the master and the figure that might be Yu Yuan.
Even as the master used the statue's gift to forge a body of flesh and blood, she showed no reaction.
But when the master's newly formed body ignited with golden flames in its eye sockets, Lim Zhuyun's calm facade finally cracked.
With a swift whoosh, the green flames condensed and streaked away as a luminous green lightning bolt.
"Having been summoned here, did you think you could simply slip away?"
The flesh-and-blood master's eyes roared with golden fire. With a soft chuckle, he gave chase in the direction Lim Zhuyun had fled.
In an instant, he traversed thousands of yards to intercept the fleeing green lightning.
A crescent moon radiating sheer coldness emerged from the green flames, hurtling towards the white-robed master.
Then, a myriad of Ice Soul Crystals burst forth from the flames.
"Harvesting Ice Soul Crystals from the Nether Abyss and branding them with the ultimate chill, this girl truly is astonishing," Yan Qiling remarked with amazement.
Convinced by the fat old man, President Lyi, that the one wrapped in the green Ice Flame was indeed Lim Zhuyun and not an otherworldly devil, he accepted this as the truth.
Yan Qiling was the Artifact Soul of the Splitting Soul Staff, with part of his essence residing within the staff and the other within the Fallen Moon Forbidden Area. Despite his long tenure in the Forbidden Area, he was well aware of the formidable reputation of the Babel Chamber of Commerce's former President Lyi, having heard of his exploits from those who had been banished there. He knew the man's capabilities were not to be underestimated.
"President Lyi's judgment is not likely to be mistaken," Yan Qiling mused. "I've heard that the Devaputra who possessed that girl at the bottom of the Ember Waters hailed from the Nether Abyss." He paused, reflecting on the information. "President Lyi even claimed to have known this Devaputra from the Nether Abyss personally. It appears there are more hidden secrets than I initially thought."
With this realization, Yan Qiling's gaze returned to Yu Yuan, who stood within the Evil Cauldron.
"Is it still you?" he wondered silently, keeping his thoughts to himself.
Suddenly, a frigid shadow burst forth from the Evil Cauldron beneath Yu Yuan, speeding towards Zhan Yun, the Sect Master of the Bright Sect. The aura it exuded was strikingly similar to the emerald Ice Flames that surrounded Lim Zhuyun, suggesting a shared essence of extreme cold.
Upon closer inspection, Yan Qiling noticed that the shadow possessed a human's upper body and a scorpion's lower half, its ice-blue, crystal-like form clear and pure, with the essence of profound coldness coursing through it.
Zhan Yun let out a soft huff.
From her form emerged two distinct entities: a radiant Yang God and an ethereal Yin God. The Yang God shone brilliantly, its resplendence akin to a condensed rainbow, its beauty otherworldly, as if a celestial nymph had descended from the heavens, making onlookers feel their own unworthiness. The Yin God, by contrast, exuded a beguiling charm, its seductive and untamed allure reminiscent of a siren easily enticing those around her.
As the Ice Concubine left the Evil Cauldron, Zhan Yun's Yang God advanced to meet her, while the Yin God made a beeline for Yu Yuan, chuckling mischievously, "Whether you're human or demon, with the soul imprint, I can awaken your memories of me and ensure your allegiance once more."
With a soft 'puff,' the scene unfolded.
As Zhan Yun uttered her words, a sudden wave of dizziness overcame her.
Her bold declarations ended abruptly as she spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.
Her face drained of color in horror.
For at that moment, she sensed that the seductive image she had branded in Yu Yuan's Consciousness Little World using the nefarious "Soul Seal" technique was being seized by a phantom hand.
The moment that hand clutched the image, it felt as though her main soul was being throttled.
Instantly, her elusive Yin God vanished into thin air.
Her Yang God, resplendent as a rainbow, let out a piercing scream as it hovered midair.
Overwhelmed by fear, Zhan Yun looked towards Yu Yuan in the Evil Cauldron, her gaze filled with both awe and palpitations.
Their eyes locked.
Blood streamed from all seven orifices of Zhan Yun's physical form, and within the depths of her pupils, countless seductive shadows flickered like fish before swiftly perishing.
These shadows were the myriad incarnations of her ultimate enchantment skills, capable of captivating men of various ages, dispositions, and preferences.
With a mere thought, she could transform into any of these alluring figures, using the Bright Sect's enchantments to leave an indelible imprint on the hearts and minds of others.
But now, these diverse Charm Shadows were rapidly fading away.
