r18novel Chapter 155 Obsession, Reunion
Chapter 155 Obsession, Reunion
Chapter 155 Obsession, Reunion
Zhao Chenfeng felt he couldn't hold on much longer. There were just too many monsters around him, and the omnipresent blood mist was constantly taking away his life.
With each breath, not only energy is lost, but also body temperature and blood.
Even if he used divine will and true essence, he could not completely stop the loss of the three.
This blood mist is too strange. Could it be that the divine will that the Taoist priest condensed is the same as that of the first Blood Demon, belonging to the evil path of divine will?
Amidst his racing thoughts, Zhao Chenfeng turned and swung his sword, just managing to block a large cleaver that was slashing down at him.
Meanwhile, the burned man's metal claws stabbed at him again.
Not far away, the masked man who had just been cut in half emerged from the fog again, pulling on his weapon that made a strange roar, and charged towards Zhao Chenfeng.
In addition, there were other bizarre figures, such as a pig-headed butcher wielding a sharp axe and a court musician with his face painted with thick greasepaint, who also joined in the attack on Zhao Chenfeng.
"Oh no, we have to use divine will."
A resolute look flashed across Zhao Chenfeng's face. After deflecting the large cleaver with his sword, he endured the pain and activated his damaged divine will.
Unlike other sects, Hidden Sword Peak is an extreme sect, where everyone, from the Supreme Elder Wan Jinghan to the newly initiated disciples, is a sword cultivator.
From the moment they began learning, their lives were almost entirely devoted to swords.
Therefore, the divine will that the disciples of Cangjian Peak gather is often related to swords.
Zhao Chenfeng is a very traditional disciple of Cangjian Peak, and the divine intent he has condensed is called "Azure Sword Intent".
Body and sword become one, and a single sword strike is unleashed.
Azure light formed a net, and sword light enveloped all directions.
Each of these thin, thread-like sword lights carries the azure sword intent and contains immense power.
All the surrounding monsters, along with the blood mist they inhabited, froze instantly upon contact with the sword light that had been separated from them, ceasing all movement.
Moments later, the blood mist was dispelled, and the monsters shattered into countless pieces, slowly dissolving in the blood mist.
After clearing out the surrounding monsters, the sword light converged into one, suddenly rising and tearing through the blood mist, attempting to leave the area shrouded in blood mist.
"Hmph, trying to escape?"
Mo Di's eyes turned crimson, reflecting the dead spot of the sword light in his pupils. He formed a sword incantation with one hand, using the sword control technique from the "Evil-Slaying Sword Manual," and drew his sword finger diagonally upwards.
Yuan Tu and A Bi's twin swords shot out in an instant, chasing after the azure sword light.
The two sword lights, one blue and one white, were clearly faster, easily breaking the sound barrier and leaving behind a series of sonic booms.
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"Damn it, both of these swords are actually divine weapons with the ninth level of divine power."
Zhao Chenfeng was so anxious that he gritted his teeth and could only desperately squeeze out his nearly exhausted divine will to increase the altitude as much as possible.
However, he soon realized something was wrong.
"Why is the area covered by this blood mist so large? Logically speaking, I should have escaped it long ago."
He glanced at the ground and was surprised to find that his distance from the ground had not changed. He didn't know when he had touched the boundary of the blood mist, but what he didn't expect was that this blood mist had separated the inside and outside into two spaces.
Simply increasing altitude is not enough to escape.
"I discovered it too late," Zhao Chenfeng thought in despair.
Before he could change direction, two sword lights below had already caught up with him.
Yuan Tu and A Bi crossed paths with the azure sword light for a fleeting moment, one on the left and one on the right.
With the dead point destroyed, the azure faded instantly, the sword light shattered, and Zhao Chenfeng didn't even know what had happened before he was reduced to fragments.
The blue and white sword lights flew back to the red-robed Taoist, circling him affectionately for a while before he patted them one by one and they finally crawled back into his sleeve, satisfied.
As he watched the fragments fall from the sky, the crimson in Modi's eyes gradually faded.
As the blind spots in his field of vision disappeared one after another, he breathed a sigh of relief, finally no longer needing to carefully restrain his behavior.
While the blind spot vision is powerful, keeping it on all the time would actually restrict his movement.
Even the slightest touch could cause something to break, making everything seem exceptionally difficult.
Fortunately, he can turn this ability on and off at will, so it won't interfere with his daily life.
"The ability of 'Death Point Destruction' is certainly useful, but it's like 'Magic Duncan Disintegration Technique,' which kills a thousand enemies but also injures eight hundred of your own. After the enemy dies, nothing is left except some fragments that dissipate."
Modi picked up a "Zhao Chenfeng fragment" and watched it dissipate in his hand.
"Why can the Seed of the Soul grant such power? If I weren't an isolated case, how many people on Earth would have been bathed in the Light of Eternity? If they all possessed the Seed of the Soul, how chaotic would Earth have become?"
Now he gradually understands the effects of the Seed of the Soul. In general, the Seed of the Soul provides an opportunity, an opportunity for people to confront their inner selves.
Suffering a major blow, or experiencing extreme emotions due to other events, can stimulate it, forcing one to confront their inner self and their true nature.
If one fails to fully understand oneself, one will become distorted, lose one's human form, grow limbs that are not human, and gain great power from them.
Unless the twister fully understands themselves during the twisting process, such changes are generally irreversible; Mordy is an exception.
After all, most of the extreme emotions he induced and twisted came from the pages of the book, which was equivalent to exploiting a loophole.
It wasn't until he faced Audurian that the burden of the entire Bloodstained Book accumulated, causing him to fall into a deep distortion, leaving him with aftereffects and forcing him to enter the Mind Space to confront his true nature.
The twisted form goes a step further, which Modi calls awakening. Those who complete awakening will not be alienated and can materialize the Seed of the Soul into their own power, which is called awakened weaponry.
"Whether they are twisted individuals or awakened individuals, they are all fanatical madmen. The former can only recognize a part of themselves, while ignoring the rest, and only act according to their own inner desires, completely disregarding the consequences, while the latter..."
"Although the latter fully understands himself, he is just a more rational madman. He is stubborn and only identifies with his own ideas, just like I denied my own nature after I understood myself."
Both types of people are fanatics; in other words, they are people with unwavering faith in their beliefs and will only go down one path to the bitter end.
What's even more deadly is that both distortion and awakening bring immense power, turning both types of madmen into powerful and proactive madmen.
"I can't imagine how chaotic and miserable Earth must be... Could it be that the purpose of the fragments of the God of Light is to force everyone to confront their inner selves and create a group of 'people with unwavering Dao hearts'?"
After a few seconds of silence for the only apprentice he had taken on Earth, Modi retracted his incomplete awakened weapon, and blood mist surged into his body.
Within a few breaths, the blood mist that enveloped the Zhao residence vanished completely.
Everything in sight appeared normal, with no trace of blood.
Some servants and retainers, judged by the Red Lotus Mark to be innocent of death, lay on the ground unconscious, while those with grave sins were all swallowed by the blood mist.
Except for one person.
Modi plans to find him now and ask him a few questions.
The red-robed Taoist had just taken a step and was about to go to his study when his spiritual intuition gave him a special premonition. He had only taken two steps when he stopped.
A familiar fluctuation of true energy emanated from not far away, accompanied by a familiar feeling.
He judged that this fluctuation of true essence should belong to the Hidden Sword Peak technique, and the person who came should be a disciple of the Hidden Sword Peak.
Modi was prepared that the newcomer harbored ill intentions and sought revenge for the other two. He turned around, and Yuan Tu Abi, hidden within his sleeve, was poised to strike.
"Um?"
A sharp sword light streaked across the sky and landed directly in the courtyard, revealing a cold and aloof figure.
She was dressed in white, which accentuated her graceful figure. Her long, flaxen-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes were like deep, still pools, calm yet subtly hinting at anticipation.
The woman's familiar face came into view. Mo Di was stunned for a moment before his gaze met hers.
Upon seeing him, the woman's eyes lit up, and disregarding her appearance, she ran towards him.
Amidst the fluttering of his brown hair, Modi instinctively opened his arms and embraced the woman.
The air was filled with a pleasant fragrance, and his brown hair made his cheeks itch slightly.
With a soft, fragrant body in his arms, Modi savored the moment before half-jokingly saying, "You're too late. The battle here has just ended."
"Really?" The woman buried her face in his chest, her warm breath seeping into his clothes and touching his skin. "I think it's just right. This way, no one will disturb us."
"What should I call you? Should I call you Elena, or...?"
"Su Youli, just call me by my real name. That's what I call me in this world too."
"You seem to have arrived a while earlier than me. Around what time did you arrive?"
"Three years ago, I became the only disciple of Kushan of Cangjian Peak as soon as I arrived, and not long after, my master passed away."
"Three years...you've had a tough time during this time."
The two hugged for a while and exchanged some information before Su Youli reluctantly let go of him.
"After leaving Itnity, I waited a month, or thirty days, in the original world for the simulator to cool down and I could start simulating again."
"The simulator showed that I could simulate you using that blood ring, so I did it without hesitation. As a result, I arrived here three years earlier than you."
"During that time, I tried to find you and even drew your portrait, asking the Su family for help in finding you."
She leaned against Modi, drawing circles on his chest with a hint of resentment, and continued:
"Fortunately, Su Qiao'er, who is my niece, happened to be one of the three girls you saved. She pointed out to me that your appearance is very similar to the one in my painting."
"Given your personality, once you clash with the Zhao family, you'll definitely rush over immediately. I also happen to have a score to settle with the Zhao family, so I came here, and just happened to find you... By the way, how did you end up like this?"
Su Youli pinched his cheek and poked his waist, looking on with curiosity.
Compared to before, Modi looks much younger now and seems more energetic, which is good.
"My old figure was too attractive to both men and women, so I decided to change it to what it is now."
Modi stroked her long hair, his gaze lingering on her face, which was indistinguishable from that of a young girl. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Speaking of which, you already have a niece, so how old is this body now?"
Su Youli was silent for a moment, staring into his eyes, and said softly, "You're over thirty. Seriously, don't you think it's very impolite to ask a lady her age?"
Modi dared not speak.