Amidst the rising tension, the audience of seven beauties of various races, origins, charms, and dispositions watched on with increasingly vivid expressions. Using Lin Xianxian’s jointly-shared spiritual perception, they had seen Wei Wuyin suffer an injury. Then, they gasped when ten dragons formed.
They shook the world and their anxiety-filled hearts!
Those dragons roared ferociously, dancing majestically about and bestowing upon Wei Wuyin a visual imagery that resembled a literal Divinity, his draconic transformation aiding in his portrayal as a humanoid dragon that ruled over dragonkind.
“Praise the Holy Son!” Si De clasped her hands together and solemnly prayed. She murmured in a unique language developed in the War Devil Realm’s Four Extreme Continent, propagated as the language of the elemental children, those born from the grace of the nine Elemental Divinities.
Her pious behavior only elicited a small reaction from the others, mostly from Ai Yin who similarly, instinctively, clasped her hands too. While she wasn’t devoted to religion, she had been raised on the religious beliefs regarding the nine Elemental Divinities.
With their spiritual senses connected, their speed of communication was abnormally fast. Mei Yang exclaimed, “I thought Ascended beings were invincible to all Mortals! But he…” Her question was echoed through the hearts of everyone, especially Lin Xianxian who was acutely aware of the tremendous difference between Ascended and Mortal beings.
They weren’t simply a simple realm away in distance, but different on a fundamental and existential level. Those of the Mystic Ascendant Realm were largely classified and considered as higher lifeforms. They wield greater power and could achieve heaven-defying feats, such as reviving the recently deceased through Temporal Reversion or traveling vast distances in a blink through Spatial Shifting or creating Solar Stars!
They were beings that grasped the Mortal Dao entirely, and they were invincible to all non-Ascended. Of course, ‘were’ being the operative word in her thoughts. Wei Wuyin, a Timelord, was fighting against three Ascended beings and withstood a direct attack.
What happened next left their jaws nearly to the floor! The dragons launched an assault against the strongest being present, the enemy Demi-Mortal Lord! The Ascended being was besieged, seemingly distressed, and was soon caught in a heaven-shaking explosion.
“Did he do it?!” Xiang Ling asked joyously. If the Demi-Mortal Lord was killed then the other two with noticeably weaker auras, likely at the Soul of Mysticism Phase, would be far easier to handle. Her eyes were absolutely radiant with hope and pride.
Seeing your lover fearlessly fight against the impossible and claim victory was a sight that could inspire all sorts of heated feelings.
“No.” Lin Xianxian calmly asserted using her experience as an Ascended being as a reference. While Wei Wuyin’s power was definitely exceptional, the Mystic Rune at the Demi-Mortal Lord’s chest was a type of talismanic spiritual rune that could be prepared by those of the Mystic Ascendant Realm, infusing wisps of power to passively unleash arts or spells. It was clearly a defensive rune, so the Demi-Mortal Lord shouldn’t be defeated so easily. Wu Yu had used this same type of talismanic spiritual rune to protect Na Xinyi or inscribe a spell to block off Heavenly Seer’s investigations.
Furthermore, Wei Wuyin might seem majestic and mighty to mortals, but his power output wasn’t enough to threaten a Demi-Mortal Lord’s refined physique. She knew that all too well, especially given the trump card of those at that stage, capable of invoking the Demi-Mystic State.
The hearts of everyone fell. As if to verify Lin Xianxian’s assertion, the Demi-Mortal Lord escaped unscathed. Then, he silently took an alchemical product and closed his eyes to refine it.
“What?!” Da Shan was stunned and angry, especially seeing how nonchalant the Ascended being was acting. It was one of the highest forms of disrespect to refine products and meditate within a battle. It was a literal indication of telling your opponent that they were no threat. “That bastard!” She cursed, wanting to smash him into a bloody pulp.
“It’s not so simple,” Lin Xianxian grimly explained.
“Wei Wuyin’s transformation has ended!” Nyla Shur was the first to note that Wei Wuyin’s bloodline energies were depleted.
“I didn’t know Wei Wuyin cultivated a Bloodline Cultivation Method,” Lin Xianxian furrowed her brows as she said this. Many humans had strange bloodlines, such as the Aquatica Clan, Multi-World Clan, and Tang Clan were renowned for using powerful Bloodline Cultivation Methods to generate terrifying affinity towards certain elements, such as the Aquatica Clan’s Water Arts, or unique cultivation deviations like possessing multiple Spirits of Cultivation, or the Tang Clan that infused Vermillion Bird’s Bloodline Energy into their physiques, allowing them to have the highest number of Demi-Mortal Lords of any individual family Clan.
These Bloodline Cultivation Methods often had unique transformations tethered to them, such as the Aquatica Clan’s ability to transform into various aquatic lifeforms. While they weren’t beastmen, they could transform into beasts.
Nyla Shur blushed slightly; she remembered the first time she swallowed Wei Wuyin’s Yang Essence and felt the vigorous Bloodline Energy within. As a Beastwoman, she was the most sensitive to this power, especially since Bloodline Energy was nigh-indistinguishable from Blood Energy, a type of Innate Physical Energy. That day, she treated him like a hose.
She felt embarrassed just thinking of it.
“Does that mean the battle is over?” With the Demi-Mortal Lord refining in meditation and the other two Ascended beings either unconscious in the distance or quietly standing there while protected, it seemed to them that the battle had concluded.
Da Shan shook her head as those golden irises of hers shone, “It’s not. I can feel their fighting spirits and killing intent; this isn’t over.” She was an experienced fighter and while connected to Lin Xianxian’s spiritual perception, she could acutely feel the seething killing intent from the Demi-Mortal Lord. He was waiting for a moment to strike.
Xiang Ling grew increasingly anxious. Not only was Wei Wuyin injured, but that summoning of ten dragons must’ve consumed copious amounts of his astral force, and his transformation had ended. Despite exhausting his powers that shook her soul, these were genuine Ascended beings, and one was definitely a Highlord! These beings were top-tier, only inferior to Earthly Saints in the entire Grand Cyclic Stellar Region.
How could she not feel anxious?
Where was Wu Yu?!
She looked around and didn’t notice Bai Lin anywhere either. Why were they so useless?!
A strong hand pressed against Xiang Ling’s shoulder, causing her to shudder slightly and look at its owner. It was the fearsome giantess that towered over her considerably. She gulped slightly, but then she heard words that dipped her heart and mind in a calming bath of reassurance.
“Trust him.”
Two words were all that was needed for her to vividly remember who Wei Wuyin was, and he wasn’t simply a mere mortal nor a mere man, but a figure that had defied conventions and possessed heaven-defying talents, both at home and in the outside world. She suddenly felt that her anxiety was wasted as warmth filled her heart, a warmth that could be described as trust.
She strongly nodded, her eyes reflecting her renewed feelings, not of hope but of belief. And with their connected spiritual perception, the other women here all found themselves feeling the same. The image of Wei Wuyin floating there in his white robes was etched in their hearts as someone that could hold the sky and overturn the world.
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“…” Lin Xianxian could feel that each one of these women had already fallen for Wei Wuyin, and their willingness to share him was a sign of their completely devoted states. He didn’t know their origins or backstories, but the way they looked at him showed that, in their lives, Wei Wuyin had established a permanent, unerasable mark. This was highly atypical for a harem, but somehow…it felt extremely comforting to know that she was now a part of it.
SHIING!
—–
While the women watched, Wei Wuyin gripped Element’s hilt. The Level Three Nascent Saber Soul imbued within the high Mystic-World grade saber, a sub-grade higher than his Elemental Robes, exuded the faintest and dimmest of saber light the world may have ever seen.
Immediately, Highlord Bluecloud and Venerable Slayingsword both opened their eyes, shock infecting everywhere within their respective gazes. Kun Yiming was breathing heavily, but her breath became muted to her own ears. She couldn’t hear anything through her spiritual sense, only the faint sounds of…<> ing a deep-blue figure with rumbling and animated clouds existing beneath his skin, and didn’t hesitate to bring forth his mightiest spell!
World-Engulfing Sea of Clouds!
He thrust out his two palms with the ferocity of lances, and a cloudy light shot out at speeds that exceeded imagination! Even other Highlords with more experience wouldn’t be able to dodge, and some slower Earthly Saints might’ve been caught after a moment of carelessness, so Wei Wuyin definitely couldn’t react, especially as it was concealed further by his Mystic Aura, and to a mortal, it’ll be all but invisible.
WOOO!
DUNNNN!
A strange sound echoed out as the cloudy, ghastly spiritual light cascaded upon Wei Wuyin. Venerable Slayingsword and Kun Yiming were too slow, unable to react despite Highlord Bluecloud’s order, and so they hadn’t moved yet. By the same time the spiritual light dispersed, they had just received the order.
But it was too late.
Wei Wuyin had unsheathed his saber in full, and the Omega Saber Light was enveloping him. The cloudy spiritual light was rebuffed by the light, and while it pulsated with world-engulfing spiritual power, it was kept at bay with a few inches of distance between them. Whenever it tried to push forward, it would vanish—forever.
“By its edge, all things end.” Wei Wuyin profoundly muttered as he held his saber, the killing intent within his heart was rising to unprecedented levels. Throughout his life, since he first learned about the saber from his older brother, Wei Wuyin wholeheartedly believed that, should he unsheathe his saber, a life must be taken.
Either taken in safety or taken in death.
But a life must be taken.
This sharpened his Saber Dao to the utmost limits, treating his saber as an ultimate tool to bring everything and anything to an end, danger, life, and even death. As such, his Saber Intent and King’s personality embodied this principle to an extreme.
He turned his silver eyes to Kun Yiming. He didn’t do any superfluous moves or anything flashy, merely slashed in her direction. It was an extremely simple slash that emitted six-inch wide saber light from its edge.
Kun Yiming’s frowned despite her fear as she readied to attack.
“DODG-“
A horrified shout resounded as Kun Yiming felt herself grow lighter. The Dark Void spun around slightly. Her consciousness soon faded to everlasting darkness.
Highlord Bluecloud watched as the saber light decapitated Kun Yiming. It was so disgustingly fast that he couldn’t even move, barely capable of sending out a spiritual warning. And those were extremely fast!
Realizing something, he turned to see Venerable Slayingsword standing in his barrier, sword in hand.
His head was gone.
The once head-possessing swordsman’s body began to glow with a type of annihilating light that stung the senses. It consumed him entirely.
Highlord Bluecloud felt his heart cease beating, held firmly by the grips of fear.
Then, a faint sound resounded behind him and his eyes widened. He explosively turned around and saw a white-robed figure with a saber beside him, appearing as if he traversed time and space, the Endless Void, in a single step and appeared before him.
SHIIING!
He felt a distinctively foreign coldness sweep across his neck and the glint of a saber shone in his eyes. Losing sensation to the rest of his enhanced body, his mind was unable to reconcile with reality.
Did he die?
When the creeping darkness consumed his senses, visual and spiritual, he knew the truth—this was the end. The last thing he saw was his headless body facing front, and then as if prompted by some stimuli, it turned to face the saber-wielded, white-robed, silver-eyed Mortal.
Didn’t he already turn? Unable to figure out what happened, all ceased with endless questions.
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