Night descended and the silver Ruo reappeared. It was easy to underestimate it; after all, Hua Xiangrong had crushed a silver Ruo with seemingly effortless might. But now that Li Xiaofei faced one himself, he could truly feel its terrifying strength.
This was a being so powerful that it could crush someone like him with a mere flick of its hand, even if he had surpassed the cultivation of the Three Origin Realm.
Li Xiaofei hadn’t even had time to react before his heart was shattered. In that instant, he felt the grim, hideous face of death closing in.
The thought flashed across his mind. In the next instant—
The Silver Ruo's arm shivered, unleashing a surge of violent energy. Li Xiaofei’s body was blasted apart into a mist of blood and pulverized flesh.
The sight made Tan Qingying, Little Aunt, and the others shout in anguish, their eyes wide with fury and despair. Even Little Aunt, who had already lost much of her strength after being separated from the Peach Garden, couldn’t react in time, let alone Tan Qingying and Luo Ge.
In a heartbeat, Tan Qingying let out a soul-rending scream.
Live together, die together. Yet now, he was dead. And he had died right before her very eyes. Tan Qingying instantly wept tears of blood.
She rushed forward without hesitation, desperate to grasp even a single piece of flesh or bone, intent on using her power to transform injuries to revive Li Xiaofei, even if it meant shattering her own body into pieces.
But was it even possible? Tan Qingying knew very clearly in her heart, it was absolutely impossible. In that moment, Death itself seemed to mock the helplessness of love with wild, cruel laughter.
But just then, a hand suddenly pressed down on her shoulder.
"Let me go!" Tan Qingying cried, having completely lost all reason.
She thought it was Little Aunt holding her back and struggled with all her might. "I don’t want to live either!"
But then a voice came from behind her. "Why say so?"
Tan Qingying froze. She turned around in disbelief, and saw a familiar face. Li Xiaofei stood there, alive and breathing, right behind her.
Overwhelming joy crashed over Tan Qingying. The happiness of regaining what had been lost was so immense she didn’t even know what to say.
Li Xiaofei grabbed her hand and pulled her back firmly. "We’ll talk later."
Then he tossed the Eight Trigrams Furnace at Little Aunt and said, "Leave that silver one to me. Little Aunt, you guys find a way to break through!"
With that, he kicked the Black Emperor, sending the little beast flying straight into the swarm of Ruos.
"Stop slacking and clear the path properly," said Li Xiaofei.
The Black Emperor flailed all four limbs in midair, awkwardly twisting its body as it landed. It barked out a series of truly filthy curses.
But in the end, though grumbling in reluctance, it let out a howling roar. In the blink of an eye, its body swelled rapidly, transforming into a colossal black beast over a thousand meters tall. It fell on the swarm of white two-headed Ruos with an unmatched ferocity.
On the other side, a flicker of human-like confusion flashed through the silver Ruo’s eyes. It had clearly crushed that human to death and smashed him into nothingness. Yet somehow, the human’s flesh and blood had miraculously reformed, and he had returned to life.
What kind of divine power is this?
But it was only a fleeting moment of confusion. The silver Ruo’s beastly instincts governed his thoughts, so ultimately it didn't matter. If killing the human once wasn’t enough, then it would kill him several more times.
Yet just as it prepared to act again, the scene before its eyes shifted dramatically. Thin wisps of blue-violet mist appeared, and it was abruptly pulled into a strange, deathly silent space.
At the same time, it could clearly feel his own energy and the very laws supporting its body being relentlessly siphoned away by this space. A suffocating weakness engulfed it.
The swirling blue-violet mist twisted and danced as Li Xiaofei appeared within his Realm of Eternal Samsara! It was a signature divine ability bestowed upon Li Xiaofei by the Secret Time Pavilion!
At the critical moment, Li Xiaofei had no choice but to drag the silver Ruo into the Realm of Eternal Samsara, turning what was originally a killing technique into a control and isolation skill.
The Realm of Eternal Samsara could siphon some energy and laws from his opponent to strengthen Li Xiaofei himself. At this moment, he felt an unprecedented surge of power filling every corner of his body.
But even so, faced with the most terrifying enemy he had ever encountered, Li Xiaofei dared not let his guard down for a single moment. If not for Time Reversal, he would already have died earlier.
Whether it was speed, strength, or defense, this silver Ruo far surpassed anything he could currently match. Thus, this time, he did not aim to kill. He aimed only to delay.
At the same time, Li Xiaofei sensed another force within his body, one neither belonging to the power of the Immortal Peach nor the augmentation from the Realm of Eternal Samsara, quickly spreading outward.
It was the severed tail energy of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox. Each time he died, a tail would break off, and his cultivation would rise. With the combined support of all these trump cards, Li Xiaofei’s confidence finally grew.
He locked onto the silver Ruo, gripping the Golden-Patterned Soaring Dragon Spear tightly in both hands as a sharp and overwhelming spear intent erupted from his body.
The silver Ruo let out a low growl and charged at him, its body transforming into a stream of light faster than the naked eye could catch. It punched forward, and even the barrier of the Realm of Eternal Samsara rippled violently under the force.
Li Xiaofei braced his spear horizontally in front of his chest.
He was blasted backward several hundred meters. The Golden-Patterned Soaring Dragon Spear twisted and deformed, a deep fist mark denting its center and bending it into the shape of a bow.
Li Xiaofei staggered as he landed back on the ground, barely staying upright. The flesh on his arms had already split open, blood pouring freely. The difference in strength was simply too great. Even with all the enhancements he had received, Li Xiaofei was still nowhere near a match for the silver Ruo. He circulated his blood and qi, rapidly healing the wounds on his arms.
Throwing aside the crippled spear, Li Xiaofei reached into the Secret Time Pavilion and retrieved the weapons he had long prepared, a saber in his left hand, and a sword in his right.
In that moment, the full might of the Dual Sacred Body of Blade and Sword was completely unleashed. Li Xiaofei activated his twelve standard meridians and Eight Extraordinary Meridians. His true qi roared like thunder, surging through him, cycling fiercely between his dantian, heart, and brain. The wild and unstoppable aura radiating from him exploded upward.
Across from him, a flicker of confusion once again flashed through the silver Ruo’s eyes. Even he could hardly believe that, in the moment he saw the saber and sword emerge simultaneously, he felt a sliver of fear toward this seemingly insignificant, ant-like human.
The silver Ruo struck again with a furious roar. Silver light surged and flickered within the Realm of Eternal Samsara, moving with the speed of lightning.
Meanwhile, the countless white two-headed Ruos surged forward like an unstoppable tidal wave. Little Aunt wielded the Eight Trigrams Furnace, producing sharp, resonant clangs with every strike. Sixteen vibrant green leaves whirled around her, forming the last protective barrier. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩
Fortunately, the Eight Trigrams Furnace was immensely powerful. Her strikes sent out rippling shockwaves, blasting the oncoming two-headed Ruos into bloody mist and pulverized flesh.
However, each time she struck, her face grew paler. It was clear that controlling the Eight Trigrams Furnace placed a heavy burden on her.
The Black Emperor raged like a beast gone mad, tearing and howling furiously. At the same time, a pale yellow gas sprayed violently from its backside, and any Ruo touched by this foul mist instantly dropped like dumplings into the depths of the Thirty-Three Heavens...
Thanks to their combined efforts, the group finally advanced to within a thousand meters of Doushuai Palace. Victory seemed within reach. But just then, the surrounding white two-headed Ruos suddenly withdrew like a receding tide.
A colossal sub-primal Ruo emerged ahead of them, radiating an aura of despair-inducing terror.