Chapter 643 - 39: Breaking into the Taixu Gate (2)

Beiming Yong loosed a volley from his Celestial Bow Divine Arrow, firing nineteen shots in the blink of an eye, but none could pierce the Golden Crow Incarnation’s wooden armor.

Beiming Yong’s heart sank. His opponent couldn’t break through his defenses either, but this was already the worst-case scenario.

He looked to the other side.

The portly Beiming Yan wielded his Cold Qilin Giant Scissors, locked in a struggle with the terrifying light of a Tier Six Flying Sword. It was only thanks to his astonishing Divine Techniques and nimble reflexes that he managed to hold the sword light at bay, giving the other Cultivators of the Beiming Immortal Race a moment of respite.

But when Fang Cheng’s Ascendant Pu Hua incarnation personally joined the fight, the pressure on Beiming Yan skyrocketed.

Nearby, Beiming Long, who had already lost the Earth Book Fragment, came to his aid. But after just a few exchanges, he was trapped by the Broken Ancient Bell summoned by Fang Cheng.

DANG!

With a single chime, a cloud of ash drifted out from within the ancient bell. Beiming Long had once again painfully lost one of his incarnations.

The ancient bell wavered, then plummeted toward Beiming Yan’s head. The Nine Tribulation Expert was instantly aghast.

These few top Cultivators of the Beiming Immortal Race each possessed astonishing Divine Techniques.

Beiming Long’s greatest trump card was that he had refined several incarnations with power no less than his true self, allowing him to completely dominate other Cultivators of the same realm.

Since his opponent could obliterate one of Beiming Long’s incarnations in a mere instant, Beiming Yan knew that even with every trick up his sleeve, he stood no chance against the Broken Ancient Bell.

He decisively recalled his Cold Qilin Giant Scissors to parry the Broken Ancient Bell and bellowed, "Beiming Yong, lend me your Earth-Opening Universe Leaf!"

With that, he transformed into a streak of iridescent light and shot toward Beiming Yong.

Then, the two joined forces to activate the Earth-Opening Universe Leaf, which was just enough to save their skins. Relying on the Celestial Bow Divine Arrow and the Cold Qilin Giant Scissors, they engaged Fang Cheng’s two incarnations in a ferocious battle.

「On the other side.」

Feng Yan unleashed her full arsenal, single-handedly taking on the five remaining Tribulation Realm Cultivators of the Beiming Immortal Race.

The weakest among these five had already passed the Seventh Celestial Tribulation. One was from the main line of the Beiming Immortal Race, and the other four were Guest Elders from the various subordinate heavens under their rule.

The six of them fought with such intensity that the heavens dimmed and the void itself began to crack. Yet Feng Yan remained just one step away, unable to breach the Taixu Gate.

While the Divine Techniques and Magical Artifacts of these five couldn’t compare to those of Beiming Yong and Beiming Yan, their combined might was still formidable.

Feng Yan relied entirely on the protection of her tomb, enabling her to fight with her full, ferocious power.

Each time her cyan-black tomb was struck, cracks would appear on its surface, only to vanish in an instant, restoring it to its original, pristine state. It was as if time itself was being reversed to a moment before the damage was dealt.

Practically indestructible!

Any discerning eye could see that this tomb was inextricably linked to the Taixu Token, the Undying Jade.

The five members of the Beiming Immortal Race were also monitoring the battle with Beiming Yong and Beiming Yan. They knew the only way to break the current stalemate was to seize the tomb.

This treasure was surely the key to obtaining the immortal destiny that lay beyond the Taixu Gate.

With this in mind, the five exchanged spiritual messages and contacted Beiming Yong and Beiming Yan, telling them to hold back the legendary Spiritual Mechanic Cultivator, Ascendant Pu Hua, and the other mysterious powerhouse at all costs.

The five of them intensified their assault.

Feng Yan, however, remained unhurried. Commanding ten Demon Saint Illusions, she expertly countered their every move. The radiant light of their Divine Techniques illuminated the heavens, and the aftershocks of their battle rippled for hundreds of miles.

She had waited for this moment for too many years.

Too many years had passed since she first avenged her late husband and her family by washing the Jade Flower Realm in blood, and since she had slaughtered all her enemies to gather the fragments of the Undying Jade.

It had been over a hundred years since she had comprehended the secrets of the Undying Jade and realized it was the legendary Taixu Token.

Now, having passed the Ninth Celestial Tribulation and ascended to the Spiritual Sky Realm, she was only a single step away.

If she could just enter the Taixu Gate and obtain the cultivation experience and Spiritual Memories of the legendary Spirit Immortals, she had a high chance of validating her own learning and stepping into the realm of "Dao-Entry."

At this moment, the peerlessly elegant and devastatingly beautiful Female Cultivator gave a soft laugh. The peach blossom branch in her hair suddenly shot out, transforming into a streak of pink light that effortlessly pierced through the body of an Eight Tribulation Cultivator.

Countless peach blossoms sprouted from the Eight Tribulation Cultivator’s body, bursting into full, vibrant bloom!

In a flash, the endless blossoms viciously drained the Cultivator of his vital essence and Magical Power, leaving him a withered husk of skin and bone—a mummified corpse.

The streak of pink light flashed out of the void and streaked toward the next opponent.

Seeing the danger, the man cried out in alarm and hastily used a life-saving Divine Technique. With a flicker, he teleported over a hundred li away, staring back with his heart still pounding in fear.

The stream of pink light, as dazzlingly beautiful as it was deadly, swept toward a third person.

The man tried to defend himself, but the moment his Divine Technique made contact with the pink light, countless pink peach blossoms spontaneously sprouted within his Qi Sea.

The blossoms frantically devoured his Magical Power, spreading from the inside out until they covered his entire body in the blink of an eye.

The man opened his mouth to speak, but countless branches burst from his lips, their blossoms dazzlingly bright and teeming with a perverse life force.

Branches erupted from his eyes and ears as well.

He looked as if he had transformed into a peach tree in full bloom. His years of ascetic cultivation, his Magical Power, his very lifeblood—all had become nutrients for the blossoms.

The remaining two could no longer withstand Feng Yan’s assault. They were defeated in quick succession and fled in disgrace.

Before the Taixu Gate, all that remained was the Tier Six Immortal Mirror, the "Mysterious Sky Illusion-Shattering Mirror."

This mirror could peer into the Nine Netherworld and shatter all illusions to reveal the truth, but it was powerless to stop Feng Yan.

She recalled the pink stream of light and, holding the peach blossom branch, strolled leisurely to the Taixu Gate. She glanced back at Fang Cheng’s two incarnations. "Fellow Daoist, come, let us enter and seek our immortal destiny together!"

"Excellent!"

The two incarnations let out a long roar. They unleashed their Divine Techniques to force back Beiming Yong and Beiming Yan. A streak of fire and a flash of sword light cut through the void, appearing at Feng Yan’s sides.

The three entered the cyan-black tomb, which then plunged into the Yin Yang Vortex within the Taixu Gate, vanishing in an instant.

Beiming Yong and Beiming Yan watched with complex expressions as an unprecedented feeling of despair and defeat overtook their Dao Hearts.

"Such is the time, such is fate... It seems this immortal destiny was never meant for our Beiming Race..."

The portly Beiming Yan, with his sack-like sleeves and full-moon face, gave a bitter laugh. He surveyed the surroundings, deeply feeling the brutality of the battle.

It was a pity that after years of meticulous planning and effort from every branch of the Beiming Immortal Race, their wish was still unfulfilled.

Compared to how easily they had obtained the Taixu Token the previous three times, the losses they suffered this time were simply appalling.

Though this battle had not grievously wounded the Beiming Immortal Race, their mid-tier strength had been drastically reduced. Problems would surely arise in their control over the seven subordinate heavens.

"That Ascendant Pu Hua truly lives up to his rank as number two on the Immortal Ascension List. Who knows where he came from, to possess such astonishing techniques... Heh, I fear even a Spirit Immortal Incarnation wouldn’t be able to stop him..."

Beiming Yan shook his head, preparing to leave.

Beiming Yong’s brow was tightly furrowed. He asked, "Are we just going to let it go like this?"

Beiming Yan gave a wry laugh. "What else can we do?"

"I entered that place once myself, years ago. These Cold Qilin Scissors and the Earth-Opening Universe Leaf you hold were what our race gained from that expedition. If that man gets his hands on just one more Sixth-rank Magical Artifact, our defeat will be certain."

"And you still want to lie in wait for them here?"

Beiming Yong said grimly, "I’ve heard Ascendant Pu Hua has offended the Cultivators of Yuelang Heaven. What if our family joins forces with them? We could lay a Sixth Rank Array here, and when those two emerge, we can trap, kill, and refine them."

’Joining forces meant sharing the spoils.’ But at this point, he had no other choice.

Beiming Yan chuckled. "Too risky. I’ve lost heart for this. I think I’ll just go back and peacefully pursue the Dao on my own. Whether one can ascend is already decided by fate; it’s best to let things run their course."

With a smile, he summoned an auspicious cloud and drifted away.

Beiming Yong watched Beiming Yan’s retreating back, his gaze gradually turning cold.

’How could I not see through his intentions? The man simply doesn’t want to see my Taiyi Lineage grow stronger. As long as the Taixu Token doesn’t fall into my hands, he doesn’t care who gets it.’

’Sooner or later, I will show you all who the true master of the Beiming Immortal Race’s resurgence is.’

Beiming Yong tightened his grip on the giant bow, his gaze growing ever more resolute.

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