The five sword spirits did not dare to hesitate for a single moment. They released five streaks of sword intent, surging toward the black mist...
Fire sword intent,
Nirvana sword intent,
Extreme Cold sword intent,
Life sword intent,
Thunder sword intent,
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...
Yet,
Though the five sword intents were powerful, they felt like heavy fists striking the surface of water when they met the mist. They stirred ripples, but the damage was zero.
“Damn it!”
The expressions of the five sword spirits darkened, their eyes filled with solemnity.
The Little Book Spirit stepped forward, actively swallowing the five sword intents into its mouth. Using that spiritual breath, it manifested its true form.
The Little Book Spirit appeared,
Behind it, the phantom of the Book Sword Immortal also manifested, shielding the meditating Xu Xian within.
Standing at the front, the Little Book Spirit flicked its small sleeve. An aura surpassing the power of a saint spread out, forcibly repelling the charging black mist.
It folded its tiny arms, looking spirited as it barked, “Vile creature! Seeing this Sword Immortal, why have you not retreated?”
The black mist dispersed and then gathered, finally forming a flickering silhouette. It looked down from above, facing the Book Sword Immortal with a tone full of mockery.
“Paltry tricks. You dare show off your meager skills before me?”
The Little Book Spirit had long recognized the newcomer, its momentum remaining undiminished. “Sovereign, you truly are persistent.”
The black mist silhouette revealed its face.
Its sword-like brows were raised high as it said arrogantly, “Since you recognize me, why haven't you bowed?”
“Are you even worthy?” the Little Book Spirit spat.
The shadow manifested by the Sovereign was neither angry nor annoyed. Instead, it spoke with great interest, “Interesting. So you are the spirit behind this boy. No wonder he could run so fast.”
The Little Book Spirit abandoned its usual demeanor, speaking with extreme arrogance, “Stop your nonsense. Sooner or later, I will have my master kill you.”
The Sovereign laughed loudly. “Hahahaha! Then you’d better pray he can wake up.”
The Little Book Spirit’s brows furrowed, its eyes turning as gloomy as ash. “What? A grand Emperor of the Upper Realm has to use such underhanded means to deal with a mere mortal being junior? Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by future generations?”
The Sovereign was amused.
Ridicule?
Means?
He teased, “History is written by the victors. People only remember who won; no one cares how they won. Whether it was fair and square or sinister and ruthless matters not to me. To me, living beings are only divided into the useful and the useless, and methods are only divided into the effective and the ineffective.”
The Little Book Spirit did not argue back,
Because it knew that even if it won the argument, it would change nothing.
It raised its small hand and drew the sword from its small book chest. “Then you must pass me first.”
“Fine. Let’s see how a single spirit can stop me.”
The Sovereign moved.
The silhouette formed of black mist suddenly exploded.
It transformed into countless wisps of black aura, dense and pervasive, rushing toward the meditating Xu Xian.
The Little Book Spirit drew its sword, held it, and swung...
It intercepted frantically.
In the entire subterranean world, magma churned, stone walls crumbled, and space distorted.
The cold chains swayed and collided, their sharp clanging piercing the ears.
Magma splashed and surged, sending out waves of heat.
Amidst the humming of swords and the roaring of flames, the Sovereign’s vile laughter and mockery echoed incessantly...
“Jie jie jie!”
“You can block me for a moment, but can you block me for a lifetime?”
“To tell you the truth,”
“I have waited for this moment for a long time...”
“He will sink into his own state of mind, lost for all eternity...”
“Falling into despair amidst pain,”
“Compromising amidst despair,”
“Unable to distinguish truth from falsehood, unable to see through reality,”
“And you shall be buried with him!”
“Hahaha!”
The Little Book Spirit’s eyes widened in rage. “Stop your prattling! Shut up!”
It did not dare to make too much noise,
Fearing that this place would collapse,
The Sky Gate would be destroyed, and the formation would be broken.
It could only continuously intercept the stray wisps of black mist.
However, there were too many wisps, and they could not be cut down. The Little Book Spirit could only watch helplessly as wisp after wisp of black mist broke through its defense.
Before it could react, they submerged into Xu Xian’s body.
One wisp.
Ten wisps.
A hundred wisps.
A thousand wisps.
An incense stick of time passed.
A quarter of an hour.
An hour.
As its energy was depleted, the phantom of the Book Sword Immortal wavered and flickered, on the verge of collapse. The Little Book Spirit’s face was also filled with exhaustion.
The frequency of its sword swings slowed, and more and more black mist broke through the line, flooding into Xu Xian’s physical body.
The Sovereign’s laughter gradually faded until it was no longer heard.
The Little Book Spirit also gave up its resistance.
The Book Sword Immortal vanished like a dream or a bubble.
It broke apart.
Its figure once again hid in the void.
It slumped onto the ground.
Exhaling a mouthful of turbid air.
“Whew...”
It lifted its drooping head, looking at its master and saying weakly:
“Master.”
“It’s up to you now...”
The black mist was formed from the thoughts of the Twilight Emperor. The thoughts of an Emperor were thousands of threads, pervasive and inescapable.
Block it?
With what?
Moreover,
The master was still in a state of meditation.
One could block for a moment but not a lifetime. As for the five sword spirits, they were even more powerless.
They were originally just thoughts within the divine swords.
Only with Xu Xian’s permission could they leave the swords and manifest in the mortal realm.
Using the power of Fanzhou’s fortune to seal the Sky Gate had already exhausted all their focus.
Facing the current situation,
The spirit was willing, but the strength was lacking.
Fortunately,
This black mist was merely the thoughts of that unknown Emperor.
Its appearance would not cause physical harm to Xu Xian’s body.
It would only interfere with his state of mind.
If it were any other time,
The damage would be zero.
But right now,
The master was undergoing his heart demon.
This made things troublesome.
With his state of mind disturbed, the heart demon would surely run wild and grow stronger...
The difficulty would also increase.
One could only say that this scoundrel’s timing was impeccable.
It must have been planned for a long time.
Now.
The black aura had completely entered Xu Xian’s body, and the Heart Demon Tribulation could not be interrupted. The Little Book Spirit and the five sword spirits could do nothing.
They could only wait,
Placing all their hope on Xu Xian alone.
Praying that he could pass through the heart demon without danger,
And must not be influenced by it.
...
In Fanzhou,
Within the dark abyss, the Twilight Emperor, whose plan had succeeded, had blood-red eyes filled with malicious joy.
It gazed at a corner of the thousands of images before it, looking triumphant.
Its mouth curled into a grin, revealing rows of sharp, cold teeth.
“Little brat.”
“Can you distinguish such a realistic preview of the future?”
“If you don’t wake up, I shall awaken...”
“Even if you can wake up, you will surely fulfill my wishes...”
“Hahaha!”
...
On the other side, completely unaware, Xu Xian was still immersed in the heart demon illusion, yet he remained conscious.
He stayed in that small mountain village with extreme reluctance, passing one peaceful day after another.
He enjoyed and loved this kind of life very much.
But he knew,
He still had unfinished business to attend to.
He could not stop here.
He stood by the water’s edge in the illusion, looking down at the youthful face reflected in the water.
His gaze gradually darkened,
Mist clouding his eyes,
His sister’s smile,
His mother’s worry,
His father’s sternness,
The village chief’s kindness,
Face after face flashed by, appearing continuously. In his ears, calls echoed one after another.
It seemed,
The heart demon had also sensed that Xu Xian was about to wake up.
Therefore,
It was doing its utmost to make him stay.
“Ah Xian...”
“Xian’er...”
“Little Xian...”
Xu Xian reached out, stirring the clear spring water,
Xu Xian closed his eyes, dispelling the pool of illusions.
“Dream!”
“It’s time to wake up!”
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