Chai Asi had once imagined countless times that he could be this imposing.

But for the weak, even anger is laughable.

One word, "Scram," wasn’t particularly ferocious.

Yet with that swing of the iron bar that sent Lingxihua flying as annotation, it manifested awe-inspiring authority.

At this moment he was feeling himself from within, with a hidden spectator’s Perspective, so strange, so alien.

He could still feel his own ears, eyes, mouth, nose, limbs, even his qi and blood and Path Origin, but everything of this body he could not control. Only a single right eye was left to him, like the skylight of a Prison, his last scrap of freedom.

Involuntary, like a puppet in a play.

Strangely, there was no fear in his heart.

If he had to say what, in the end, that Chi Yun Mountain God who fell into Eternal slumber had taught him, he thought it should be three words—"Go face it."

So he kept that one eye open, seriously watching everything within the range of his sight, not missing a single detail. And he seriously felt the changes happening to this body.

As for what Lingxihua was feeling at this moment...

It was the single word "dazed."

That one swing of the iron bar had completely knocked him senseless!

In his duel with Jiang Wang, he had at least known where he lost. If he could do it all over again, he was sure he could perform better.

But this swing from "Chai Asi" had knocked his Five Spirits into chaos.

He didn’t know how his spiritual flame had been broken apart, didn’t know how his defenses had been opened, didn’t know why that iron bar could land on his face!

He only knew...even if it came a thousand times, ten thousand times, he still couldn’t dodge it.

Clutching half his face, almost beaten to pulp by that blow, Lingxihua let himself naturally tumble backwards through the air; in his eyes he did not dare show resentment, nor did he dare look at Chai Asi. He saw—

that blossom clinging to the cliff face rippling out dreamlike waves.

Upon it the night’s hue gradually faded, the color of snow deepened.

This was the clash of two Dao Principles!

Then at a certain instant, night roared in, the Night Bodhisattva retracted what little strength he had left, and met the flying-snow, rainbow-stepping Xie Ai in head-on battle!

The first considerations were still the same.

The Knowledge and Hearing Bell in Quan Yingyang’s hand and in Jiang Wang’s hand were no different; so long as the power that had descended into this world remained, it could be taken back at any time.

At that time Xiong Sansi had been at death’s door, and the chance to turn the Spirit Clan into Moroughna had flickered by in an instant. At this moment the Trilobite Flower was likewise about to be plucked in the blink of an eye.

He had already grasped Moroughna; of course he could also grasp the Trilobite Flower!

He raised his palm like a blade and thrust straight toward Xie Ai’s heart.

The Trilobite Flower trembled and shook, night seeping back into the snow’s color.

In the End of Dharma Era, even snow is black; the world is not permitted to see pure white!

But Xie Ai’s understanding of the Trilobite Flower far exceeded his imagination. Xie Ai’s resolve to seize the Trilobite Flower also far surpassed his momentary, covetous impulse.

At the instant she saw Xu Xiangqian upon the Sky Stele Snow Ridge, she had already sensed, from the feedback of the Brocade Divine Skills, the power of the Lan Yin fluff-fruit...At that time she already knew the Trilobite Flower was about to bloom.

No matter the time, the place, the circumstance, there was no way she would let go of the chance tied to the Trilobite Flower.

Even if the brocade was weak, even if Shenxiao was distant.

She had placed a heavy wager!

As the first beauty of Snow Country, Xie Ai was born with a kind of fragile aesthetic. But now the flying snow of the whole sky spread and danced for her, the chill of the world beating the War Drum; her danger was beyond all doubt!

She came stepping on the Rainbow, and with the hand that plucked the flower she lightly flicked a finger...

Frost-lightning streaked across the heavens!

It was visible in the field of sight, yet seeped through within the Standards of reality.

From that knife-like raised palm, the Night Bodhisattva forged by Ji Xingkong’s grasp of Shenxiao’s yin was frozen inch by inch, the chill spreading across his entire body in an instant.

He seemed to become a crystal ice amber. The surface of the ice slowly hardened into the shape of a coffin, and within the layers of ice, shadows darted like flight. Following strange trajectories, you could faintly discern beaks and feathers—it was clearly the Bird of Death!

Nine in total...exhausting the path of life!

Immortal Technique · Thousand-Autumn Coffin!

Among the Nine Great Immortal Palaces that suppressed an era, the Cold Winter Immortal Palace had the deepest research into lifespan.

The Immortals of Cold Winter were also called Longevity Immortals.

They specialized in methods of lengthening life, with Immortal Techniques like the Thirty-Nine Winter Cicadas that were said to exhaust the logic of life and death, withering and flourishing without molting. But as the saying goes, medicine and poison are one family...those who understand the living, likewise understand the dead!

Now that the Thousand-Autumn Coffin had descended, even one as strong as the Night Bodhisattva had his Dao Principles frozen, his lifespan withered.

Above the Sea of Ten Thousand Gods, Jiang Wang had already taken up his sword and opened yet another round of his escape journey, darting left and right under the pursuit of that Guardian Gods General.

His eyes took in six directions, and naturally he saw that flick of Xie Ai’s finger; for a moment, he too was moved.

Outside of Walk in the Sky, this was the first time he had seen a complete version of an Immortal Technique, and it was this terrifying Frostwinter Immortal Technique, the Thousand-Autumn Coffin! The sweeping shadow of the Nine Great Immortal Palaces that spanned the world was contained within this Skill!

Within the Ice Coffin, the night retreated like a tide; Ji Xingkong’s face, unexpectedly somewhat cold and austere, clearly appeared in the Shenxiao World for the first time. And it swiftly wrinkled, lines spreading, drying out and aging.

A Bodhisattva body that relied on only a single message-insect was indeed too strained for combat at this level. In terms of raw Power, it might not even surpass a True Monster; it was only by relying on a higher Realm in the use of power that it could press a True Monster down by a head.

Tiger Taisui had left a hidden hand to Manipulation the Zhu Xuan, using the God Enthronement Platform to enter the game; at least a Heavenly Demon’s perspective was not constrained.

This one message-insect was like a tiny house opening a tiny window—however far a Heavenly Demon might mu jian, what it could see was still quite limited.

Among the three Heavenly Demons who could still interfere in the Shenxiao situation later on.

Xuan South Duke used the Heavenly Demon’s perspective to mobilize the bodies of countless Furry Gods. Tiger Taisui used the Heavenly Demon’s perspective to mobilize a True Monster’s body. The two could be said to be evenly matched.

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