Chapter 1217, Can I also call you Brother Qingyu?
In approximately less than the time to have a cup of tea, the blood in Song Xiaojun's body had been drained away completely. Fortunately, she was at the peak of the ninth step Quasi-emperor realm. Thus, even if the blood had disintegrated to light, her life would not be in any danger for a period of time. However, the power of darkness had already begun to disperse.
The pale-faced girl still wore a smile on her face, without the slightest hint of regret.
She was standing in the glow of the [Cloud Top Cauldron], like a little white flower trembling in the wind, weak and helpless, but with pride and stubbornness.
“Now, you can plant the [True Nirvana Flame].” Song Xiaojun nervously looked at the Celestial Phoenix Maiden with a fear that the latter would take back her words. “I have listened to everything you said, I only ask you to not kill me now.”
“Fine.”
The Celestial Phoenix Maiden nodded.
She lifted her hand, sending a scorching True Fire penetrating into Song Xiaojun's body, flowing along all the channels, eight veins and each blood vessel in her body. It was only when she checked again in the most cautious manner to confirm that Song Xiaojun did not have any little tricks that she nodded and said, “Well, as long as you keep to your promise…”
That True Fire soon entered the dantian world of Song Xiaojun, which had already begun to wither, and was undergoing the nine changes. In the heart of the dantian world, it turned into a beautiful red flame flower, incomparably bright, containing astonishing energy. And at the same time, each petal was still and motionless, as if frozen. It was extremely strange.
This was the [True Nirvana Flame].
This strange but beautiful flower, if it begins to flash and jump, would signify that its power was triggered and that Song Xiaojun wold be burned into a cloud of ashes in an instant. Given her present strength, there was no way she could withstand at all.
Having done all this, the Celestial Phoenix Maiden couldn’t help asking, “Regret it?”
“Regret…” Song Xiaojun smiled with indescribable reluctance and unwillingness. She turned to look into the distance, where the ongoing battle was. Then as if answering the Celestial Phoenix Maiden’s question, but also talking to herself she said, “I regret that I did not decided to abandon everything earlier to accompany him. I regret that I never had the courage to abandon everything to follow him. I regret that I have ignored him all these years because of the Unmoving City of Darkness… There are too many things I regret. What I did today is the only thing that I don’t regret at all. I really should have made a decision earlier. Unfortunately, people only cherish what they have at the most desperate and lost times.”
Her beautiful eyes were full of love and affection for Ye Qingyu.
The Celestial Phoenix Maiden kept silent.
Rumble!
From the battlefield in the distance, there was the most terrifying explosion, frightening laws and Dao sounds frantically spread out from the center of the battlefield. The turbulent flow of the Emperor power had disturbed the law of order, giving rise to the chaotic ashes of destruction that like dark smoke, enveloped the battlefield.
This moment, the two women felt their heart tightening.
Had the outcome of the battle been decided?
Time froze for a short period.
Then within the chaos of ashes, a huge human figure was seen stumbling back, blood had dyed his huge body red, and there was a visible huge scar between his waist and abdomen. His hair was similarly blood-stained, beads of blood trickling down the ends…
“Hahaha, don't you think it's very unfair?”
The six-winged golden Hou flew out from the ashes of chaos, his body badly mangled, and four of the six wings were already lost. His set of fangs had also all shattered, but still as though he planned to take Ye Qingyu down with him, he crazily charged over.
The Sky Emperor was only borrowing the body of Sovereign Skyreach to kill Ye Qingyu. Therefore, from the beginning he had already planned to end in mutual destruction. As to whether Sovereign Skyreach's body would remain after the end of the battle was something he did not need to consider. On the other hand, each time Ye Qingyu’s original form was damaged, it was an unbearable injury to him.
Exchanging injury for injury was the Sky Emperor's plan.
Ye Qingyu did not speak, clasped the long sword in his hand, and returned to fight again.
But anyone could tell that his situation was very bad.
“Everything about you is within my calculation. Your struggle is futile. Today, you and the Emperor of Darkness will die together. I’ll let you two live the same fate, go together to the underworld.” The tone of the Sky Emperor was cold and venomous. There was no majesty and dignity of a Martial Emperor. Instead, he resembled a poisonous snake.
Ye Qingyu remained silent.
He waved his sword, even knowing that the other side planned to take him down with him, he would not take a step back, because behind him was the [Cloud Top Cauldron], and below the [Cloud Top Cauldron] was the most important person in his life.
Throughout the battle, the feeling that this so-called Sky Emperor gave Ye Qingyu was like a madman, an abnormal madman. His mind seemed to be incomplete. Ye Qingyu was really surprised that a person like him could become an Emperor.
The bitter battle resumed.
Emperor blood had dyed the starry sky red.
It was the first time that Ye Qingyu's injury was so serious that he began to stumble when he walked.
After a while, Ye Qingyu's arm was slashed off. Although he also severed the feet of the six-winged golden Hou, it was of no use. Ye Qingyu had attempted to use the power of consciousness to kill the consciousness of the Sky Emperor hidden in the six-winged golden Hou. But very strangely, wherever part of the body he slashed off, the six-winged golden Hou’s corpse was empty. There was no divine spiritual power in it, and it was not known how the Sky Emperor controls the corpse.
This made it impossible for Ye Qingyu to beat his opponent from the consciousness aspect.
The only thing he could do now was to completely sever the body of the six-winged golden Hou, forcing the Sky Emperor to appear again.
Ye Qingyu could already tell that this was not the Sky Emperor's real body. Previously, he only used the ghost-faced grey-copper ball as a carrier, and this time he chose to use the Emperor body of Sovereign Skyreach as a carrier. These were all foreign objects, so it was very likely that if there were no foreign objects for him to hold onto, the Sky Emperor's power would disappear completely.
But it was hard to destroy the Emperor body of Sovereign Skyreach.
The power of the six-winged golden Hou that had been strengthened tremendously by the strange blue colour. Not even the [Blood Drinker Sword] could destroy it.
The battle continued.
Ye Qingyu was constantly wounded.
Under the [Cloud Top Cauldron], Song Xiaojun stood quietly. Her body was unprecedentedly weak, exhausted and in severe pain. Her expression was peaceful and her hands were put together in front of her chest, sincerely praying with her eyes closed. Shrouded in the golden light of the [Cloud Top Cauldron], she looked like a goddess saving the living creatures from suffering.
And behind her, the Celestial Phoenix Maiden fixedly looked at the distant battlefield.
Her eyes were fluttering, as if recalling some of the good memories of the past.
Then on that beautiful noble face, an unrelievable regret, an unthinkable pain, an irreparable struggle… this incomparably complex expression appeared on the beautiful and noble face that made countless heroes and men in this world crazy, before it finally turned into an iron-like resoluteness.
She let out a long sigh.
“He has lost, he can't win,” the Celestial Phoenix Maiden said.
Song Xiaojun's body slightly trembled. She did not turn her head back, nor did she reply, but continued to pray sincerely.
“Since he is destined to die, you might as well die in front of him.” The expression that the Celestial Phoenix Maiden revealed all of a sudden was as though it was better to be a shattered vessel of jade than an unbroken piece of pottery. Song Xiaojun stopped praying to look back at the Celestial Phoenix Maiden, who was as calm and indifferent as before, there was not the slightest guilt, “You first go to the underworld to find a path for Ye Qingyu, is that not better? If your death will throw his mind into disorder causing him to lose, then that is even better. That would save him from enduring so much pain in this battle.”
Song Xiaojun's delicate and weak face was crossed with disbelief. Her big eyes flickering rapidly. “Why? You… you shouldn't do this, you…”
“No reason, I just, suddenly changed my mind, it's as simple as that.” The Celestial Phoenix Maiden looked directly into Song Xiaojun's eyes, and under the watchful eye of the latter, she stretched out her hand, gently formed a hand seal, and injected a strange force into Song Xiaojun's body.
The petals of the flower of the [True Nirvana Flame] in Song Xiaojun's dantian world began to leap. The terrifying power of the flame instantly swept across Song Xiaojun's entire dantian world, incinerating everything, before it spread along the veins toward the surroundings.
Indescribable pain attacked Song Xiaojun's whole body.
As though she did not feel anything, she was still staring intently at the Celestial Phoenix Maiden, large crystal-like beads of tears slipping down her cheeks, “No, I beg you, don't… don't let my Brother Qingyu see me die… I… whatever it is… I will promise you!”
Even in the moment of death, what she was thinking about was still Ye Qingyu and not herself.
The fire of the True Phoenix spurted out her mouth, and soon there were fire snakes coiling around her nostrils and ears. Her limbs had already been vaporized by the scorching flames, but she was still wearing an imploring expression. In the last moment of life, she was looking at the Celestial Phoenix Maiden, begging her not to kill her in front of Ye Qingyu who was fighting on the battlefield.
However, the Celestial Phoenix Maiden's response was only the determined look.
When the last wisp of consciousness dissipated, Song Xiaojun had completely fallen into a kind of despair.
“Brother Qingyu…” She used her last bit of strength to cry out in a low voice. There was incomparable affection and reluctance to part, but she could not do anything. Her body was incinerated by the flames, and finally turned into a cloud of green smoke, lingering where she was.
Song Xiaojun was dead.
The high and mighty Emperor of Darkness seemed to have ended her life in such a way.
It wasn't until this moment that the icy-cold Celestial Phoenix Maiden, who was like a cold-blooded slaughterer, had tears welling up in her eyes, which then uncontrollably gushed from her eyes.
“Don't worry, Ye Qingyu won't see this scene,” the Celestial Phoenix Maiden said in a low voice.
The moment she made a move, she had already performed a secret technique to isolate everything that was happening here. Ye Qingyu, who was in the fierce battle, had no way to know what was happening here.
The cloud of green smoke that Song Xiaojun's body had turned to was still lingering in a strange form, and had not completely dissipated.
The Celestial Phoenix Maiden affectionately gazed at the bloodied figure in the distant battlefield, a sad but beautiful smile spread across her face as she whispered to herself, “If time is reversed, I really hope that I had never met you in my life… Ye Qingyu, can I also, like her, call you Brother Qingyu?”
With that, she stretched out her hands and held the puff of smoke in front of her——
