Chapter 1493 - 806: Reduced to Nothingness (Double Update 2-in-1)_2

However, this obstructive force ultimately caused an extremely subtle deflection in the trajectory of the Tai Sha Sword. The blade grazed past Master Yunzhou's left rib, drawing a trail of blood flowers, and deeply embedded itself into the black ebony altar table behind him, sinking in up to the hilt. The table shook violently, causing several memorial plaques to topple over with a crash.

The White Lotus Saint Mother was severely injured by the Heavenly Thunder, and half of her body was already numb. The mighty aura she wielded in her previous encounter with Chen Yi was instantly reduced to less than a tenth.

Her pupils constricted with fear.

Heavenly Thunder?!

Seizing this moment gained by the White Lotus Saint Mother, Master Yunzhou placed his hand on her shoulder, once again activating the Divine Realm Communication.

Inside the Ancestor Hall, the figures of the two flickered violently like reflections in water, and then disappeared into thin air.

In the next instant, the two appeared outside the mountain gate of Liuyun Palace. As soon as Master Yunzhou materialized, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his aura rapidly wilting, and the wound on his chest burst open, blood gushing out.

The White Lotus Saint Mother immediately supported him with her backhand. Without pausing, she tapped her toe and prepared to fly away with him down to the dense forest below.

However, just as their forms began to move, before they had even traversed ten meters, a blood streak reappeared on the horizon. From the direction of the Ancestor Hall, the rooftop suddenly exploded into a massive hole, with broken tiles and splintered wood falling all around. The Tai Sha Sword shot skyward, dashing forward violently.

The Sword Intent locked onto the White Lotus Saint Mother and Master Yunzhou from across the air again, making them feel a chill down their spines, as if they were being pricked by thorns.

Master Yunzhou's complexion changed dramatically, almost instinctively, he forced the Divine Realm Communication once more.

In the next moment, Master Yunzhou and the White Lotus Saint Mother's figures staggered back in front of the Ancestor Hall, only a dozen meters away from their previous location. Moments later, the sound of the Tai Sha Sword clashing against the mountain gate was heard.

Choosing the spot in front of the Ancestor Hall was a desperate clever tactic by Master Yunzhou. The extreme changes in direction during the two flashes might slightly disrupt the ruthless sword that seemed to predict his landing point, but more importantly, he couldn't sustain a longer-distance move.

However, before a breath fully fell, as their figures just hit the ground, a sword shadow flowing with a hint of brilliant golden light suddenly thrust forward.

Suddenly, a person and a sword had already reached them.

Destruction Zen Sword.

Master Yunzhou's expression turned to shock.

This sword was timed so intricately during the moment he exerted the Divine Realm Communication twice in succession, when his internal Primordial Qi was at its most stagnant, unable to alternate between new and old Primordial Qi.

Master Yunzhou's eyes widened, wanting to dodge, to block, to teleport again, but his severely injured body and stagnant Primordial Qi delayed his response by half a beat.

No means to dodge, no power to block, the Divine Realm Communication... with nowhere to land.

The White Lotus Saint Mother abruptly pushed Master Yunzhou away, using one hand to counter the sword.

She swiftly formed a peculiar seal with her still bleeding left hand, and without dodging, struck directly at the sword's spine, attempting to deflect it.

The muffled sounds of the sword sinking into flesh and the impact of the seal hitting the sword body rang out almost simultaneously.

Master Yunzhou could no longer scrutinize what happened; in this hasty response, Chen Yi was jolted away, and then a blood-colored blur filled his vision, something smashed against him—it was half an arm.

He only felt both eyes turn crimson, unable to see anything clearly. An aged man's throat emitted a hoarse roar.

Then, in an instant, he used his hand as a blade across his leg.

His feet suddenly separated from his body, blood oozing, staining the now desolate Ancestor Hall.

Chen Yi paused slightly, his sword momentum disrupted by the White Lotus Saint Mother.

But in midair, seeing Master Yunzhou's crimson eyes and raging aura, seeming ready for a desperate move, a warning surged in Chen Yi's heart; he absolutely couldn't let this old man resort to any more tricks!

Whatever he intended to do, interrupt it!

Chen Yi forcibly suppressed his turbulent blood energy, folding his form like an arrow from a bowstring, rushing forward again. The Hou Kang Sword slashed a dark golden gleam, directly toward Master Yunzhou.

This sword was faster, more urgent; before the blade arrived, the fierce Sword Intent already stung Master Yunzhou's skin.

Master Yunzhou saw the sword light approaching, and unexpectedly neither dodged nor avoided it, bellowing with arms raised to block.

Plop!

Blood spattered!

Master Yunzhou was struck hard, his whole body thrown backward like a kite with a broken string, limbs flailing, crashing heavily into the altar table dedicated to ancestors inside the hall.

The altar broke apart with a resounding crash.

The five tiers of plaques, as if hit by a hurricane, cascaded down with a roar, the founding master's plaque snapping in half upon hitting the ground; the second and third generation True Men's plaques collided and tumbled; the incense burner toppled, ashes swirling; the Everlasting Lamp shattered, oil splattering... The names that once cultivated and preached at this Zhongnan Mountain, guarding this temple and view, scattered everywhere upon this collision.

Master Yunzhou struggled to rise from the disordered plaques, and Chen Yi noticed that the calf he held had disappeared.

Whose hand held it?

He abruptly turned back, noticing the White Lotus Saint Mother holding Master Yunzhou's bloodied feet, while behind him, Master Yunzhou spit out a single word with effort:

"Go!"

As the sound fell, the deathly energy in the White Lotus Saint Mother's hand instantly completed the infection of those feet, erasing herself from the Ancestor Hall.

At this moment, Chen Yi finally realized what Master Yunzhou was doing; he had stripped his Divine Skills out in that brief instant and offered them to the White Lotus Saint Mother.

At this moment, Chen Yi suddenly felt at a loss for words.

The swift escape of Divine Realm Communication spans thousands of miles in an instant, and the White Lotus Saint Mother was momentarily out of sight.

Chen Yi stood with his sword amid the desolate Ancestor Hall, while outside, the lead-gray sky pressed down, thunder rumbling more frequently and heavily.

No catching up.

Chen Yi understood inwardly.

The escape of Divine Realm Communication, unless previously arranged or vastly superior in cultivation realm, signifies leaving the battlefield at the moment of its activation, making it difficult to track.

The White Lotus Saint Mother is likely already tens of miles, or even hundreds of miles away.

As his thoughts turned, suddenly another crash was heard, another Heavenly Thunder fell.

A colossal explosion in the distant high-cloud layers shattered the sky. A thick, dragon-like purple lightning tore through the dark clouds, mercilessly striking down upon the base of Zhongnan Mountain a few miles southeast.

Chen Yi's pupils suddenly constricted.

The White Lotus Saint Mother hadn't entirely fled a thousand miles away, still unwilling to give up on rescuing.

As this thought flashed like lightning in Chen Yi's mind, his figure shook, intending to utilize his movement technique and pursue the direction of the thunderbolt swiftly. If he could intercept her before she escaped again, perhaps there was still a chance.

Just then, a hoarse gasp came from behind. Master Yunzhou, thumping a hand on the ground, turned himself into a dim and murky flow of light, soaring into the sky, now attempting to ascend in defiance.

Almost instantaneously, he leaped out of the Ancestor Hall.

Chen Yi watched the gray-red flow of light leap into the sky like a moth to flame. Suspended briefly at that open line of heaven, the redirecting Heavenly Thunder, as if realizing an Evil Immortal is trying to ascend into madness, inevitably descends to execute him.

Roar!

After the thunder, Master Yunzhou, blocking the Heavenly Thunder alone, fell like charcoal amidst half the sky, landing with a thud into the already ruined Ancestor Hall.

That line in the Heavenly Gate finally slowly closed, leaving only the howling wind.

This ascension ceremony thus settled into dust.

Master Yunzhou's eyes, growing weary, raised slightly to glance into the distance, seemingly witnessing a figure growing farther away until it vanished into the sea of humanity, melting into the Jianghu.

His throat moved, whispering: "Is she gone? This old man can no longer see clearly..."

"Gone."

"..."

Master Yunzhou's sight blurred, murmuring:

"Young friend, this old man is also leaving."

"Farewell."

A bloodline appeared on his neck, and his head slipped from his body.

A blood-soaked vestment robe fluttered powerlessly downward.

Ninety years of arduous cultivation, entering madness, turning into nothing.