Chapter 632 533: "Ah Han, I've Finally Found You!

Trapped within the blood-red ice, Nangong Jin watched the two combatants, shocked to find that he couldn't follow their movements at all!

'At my Void Refining Cultivation level, it's just too difficult to intervene in this battle!'

In that moment, Nangong Jin despised his own weakness, unable to help Brother Pei.

"Fellow Daoist Pei, I'm using a Secret Technique to help you! Don't resist!"

Having rushed over, Chen Tiansheng watched the two figures blur into afterimages as they flashed about and collided. Taking a deep breath, he summoned his Lifebound Magical Treasure, the Profound Celestial Pen, and began to write in midair.

"Qiankun Borrowing Technique, Nine Luminaries Incarnation!"

"Soldiers and fighters, form your ranks and advance—Vanquish all evil! Return all things to their source!"

Chen Tiansheng bit the tip of his tongue and spat his Essence Blood onto the ink characters hanging in midair.

In an instant, incandescent white flames erupted around Pei Yuhang, who was locked in close combat with the Cardinal. He felt his Magical Power, Physique, and speed strengthen in every aspect.

BANG—

Facing the Cardinal's incoming fist, Pei Yuhang raised a hand to block it. Although his arm was still rocked numb by the impact, his strength was now enough to contend with him!

'To cast such a powerful blessing on a Mahayana Stage Cultivator, crossing cultivation realms to do so... Chen Tiansheng must have paid a heavy price. I have to end this quickly!'

Pei Yuhang took a deep breath, gathered Yang Fire into his fist, and smashed it squarely into the Red-robed Pope's face.

CRACK—

With a crisp sound, a crack appeared on the Red-robed Pope's mask.

"You coward, hiding your face! Let me rip that mask off and see what you really are!"

As Pei Yuhang threw another punch, the Red-robed Pope grunted, enduring the soul-rending pain as he split the pupil in his eye once more.

"This farce is over!"

VWOOM—!!

A blood-red curtain of light swept across the battlefield like a tide.

The next instant, he had flashed before Chen Tiansheng, his fingers hooked like talons as they pierced through his chest—

"SPURT!"

The Profound Celestial Pen shattered into dust. Chen Tiansheng slowly lowered his head, looked at the blood gushing from his chest, and a bitter smile touched his lips.

"Chen Tiansheng!"

Pei Yuhang cried out in alarm, rushing over to catch his falling body. He quickly reached out, gathering Pure Yang True Qi to pour into the bloody hole in his chest.

Unfortunately, the Red-robed Pope's Spiritual Qi lingered in the wound on Chen Tiansheng's chest.

This power was incredibly bizarre; in an instant, it aged the wound by what seemed like thousands of years, causing the flesh and blood of the Void Refining Cultivator to turn to dust and scatter in the wind.

Even the life-giving properties of Pure Yang True Qi could not halt this power's corrosion.

"Hah... Fellow Daoist Pei, don't waste your energy..."

Chen Tiansheng's bloodstained fingers gripped Pei Yuhang's wrist tightly, his gaze fixed intently on his eyes.

"That Demon went for Xichan... Saintess Lin and your disciple are still out there! You have to save them first!"

"...You foresaw this day, didn't you? Void Refining Cultivators foresee their own Destined Death during moments of sudden insight.

Is that why you've spent the last few years pushing Ji Xichan on me? Were you trying to entrust her to my care?"

"But... you could have avoided it! All you had to do was make choices that went against fate, and a Destined Death can be averted!"

"Heh... Fellow Daoist Pei, you're brilliant. I couldn't hide it from you."

Chen Tiansheng gave a carefree smile and said weakly, "I foresaw this day after I passed my Void Tribulation...

As for avoiding my fate? There was no need. It's just my nature. Perhaps I was always meant to die here... Fellow Daoist Pei, I do not fear death.

But you are different. Right now, only you... can save everyone."

Suddenly, the loud sound of shattering ice echoed from a distant cliff.

Pei Yuhang whipped his head around, then after a moment of silence, he handed Chen Tiansheng over to Xiao Jiuxing.

"Chen Tiansheng, are you willing to become an Artifact Spirit for a while? Your body is beyond saving, but if you can inhabit a Magical Treasure, at least your Divine Soul can be preserved.

Legend says that the Abyssal Sea Palace holds all sorts of wondrous treasures, including a type of lotus root called the Rebirth White Lotus, which can reconstruct a physical body.

I can go to the Abyssal Sea Palace and find the Rebirth White Lotus for you. As for your disciple, you'd better teach her yourself!"

After saying this, Pei Yuhang left to support Qianqian without looking back. Just as Chen Tiansheng had said, he didn't have time to waste on sentimentality!

"Heh, as you wish, Fellow Daoist Pei..."

Chen Tiansheng watched Pei Yuhang's departing figure and quietly closed his eyes.

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...

"BREAK—!!"

As the last Magical Treasure was shattered by the blood-red light, the layers of defenses Lin Qianyan had set up were finally broken.

She let out a muffled groan, her body suffering a massive backlash as she collapsed into Qing Yueqiu's arms.

"It's over."

The Red-robed Pope walked over silently, preparing to finish them off for good.

"As long as I'm here, you won't harm them."

Pei Yuhang's voice came from behind the Red-robed Pope as layer upon layer of Pure Yang Sword Silk blocked his path forward.

"Pei Yuhang... You're impossible to get rid of. Fine, then! I'll kill you first!"

Sensing the Red-robed Pope's intense killing intent, Pei Yuhang narrowed his eyes, preparing to face the powerful enemy.

But just then, he suddenly sensed a familiar aura.

'Is that... the Silent Sword?'

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...

The blood-red setting sun dyed the seabed, exposed by the receding tide, a stark crimson, as if the entire sea was steeped in blood.

A salty, fetid sea breeze, carrying the stench of death, swept over the corpses scattered haphazardly on the beach.

The corpses were in various poses, but without exception, the fatal wound was a sword mark on the neck as fine as a hair. Their faces were all frozen in utter terror, as if they had witnessed some great, abyss-like horror at the moment of death.

The Golden Celestial Bishop, once second to one and master to ten thousand, had been carved into a human torso, his head now being ground into the dirt like a stray dog's by the cruel, pathological woman before him.

"Ah Han... where is he... tell me."

The voice whispered in his ear, like a Life-Sending Talisman.

The Golden Celestial Bishop said in terror, "I... I really don't know who this Ah Han you speak of is!"

"Please... at least don't kill me with that sword! I am a Chosen One, meant for heaven! I don't want to go to Hell!"

HUMMM—

A sharp hum from the sword cut off the Golden Celestial Bishop's words. He looked up in astonishment to see a pathological blush and a frenzied look appear on Ye Liyuan's paper-white face.

"The Silent Sword hums... Ah Han, my Dao Companion, Liyuan has finally found you!"