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The phantom of the Nine-Eyed Butterfly Gu, still wrapped within its cocoon, releases an invisible pulse, and in an instant, the vast swarm of bees halts midair as if time itself has frozen.Diexin’s forehead beads with sweat.
She is not controlling one or a hundred,
But hundreds of thousands.
Each bee possesses a faint consciousness, insignificant on its own, yet these are no ordinary insects.
They are Hunting Blood Bees.
Each one carries intelligence comparable to a human child, and when gathered together, their minds can merge, forming a unified consciousness capable of erecting a spiritual shield against mental interference.
Diexin is only able to suppress them through the power of her Nine-Eyed Butterfly Gu and the hidden strength within her bloodline, which unconsciously amplifies her control.
She does not understand her bloodline.
But she feels it.
As she struggles to dominate the swarm, her blood begins to burn.
The sensation catches her off guard, her control wavering for a brief moment as panic rises within her.
This is the first time her power has been pushed to such a limit.
But she forces herself to calm down.
If she loses control now,
Everything will collapse.
The cocoon behind her pulses again.
This time,
The pulse is visible.
Dark green.
The moment it spreads outward, every cultivator present feels it.
Their bodies instinctively recoil.
A primal fear grips them, as if death itself has brushed against their skin.
The Wither Power descends.
It strikes the swarm.
The hardened bodies of the Hunting Blood Bees, strong as iron, offer no resistance.
They fall.
In waves.
Like rain.
The moment they touch the ground, their bodies wither into dust, their vitality stripped away completely.
That energy,
Flows back.
Drawn into Diexin.
It enters her spirit space and is absorbed directly into the cocoon.
Diexin’s heart trembles slightly.
She can feel it.
The Nine-Eyed Butterfly Gu is on the verge of emerging.
At any moment,
It could break free.
Yet even as the last of the bees fall and vanish into dust,
The cocoon remains intact.
It does not break.
Instead,
The sound within grows louder.
A roar.
Deep.
Resonant.
Not the flutter of a butterfly,
But the roar of a dragon.
Diexin’s gaze turns toward the army of the Holy Gu Sect, and for a fleeting moment, an overwhelming urge to slaughter them rises within her mind like a dark tide.
She immediately closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, suppressing that impulse before it can take root.
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Cultivators who walk extreme paths often fall into corruption, and her Wither Path is one of the most extreme Laws, immensely powerful, yet dangerously difficult to control.
If its strength surpasses her cultivation,
It will devour her in return.
Steadying her emotions, she opens her eyes again, her expression composed, and shouts,
“Charge, warriors of Dragon City!”
A thunderous roar answers her command as the army surges forward once more.
From the side, Yuanheng’s voice rises as well, filled with resolve.
“My brothers, charge with me!”
The Song Kingdom’s army follows, advancing alongside Dragon City’s forces.
Under the combined assault, the Holy Gu Sect’s army begins to falter, their morale shaken, their lines gradually collapsing as they are forced backwards.
Then,
From within Yulan City, a figure rises into the sky.
Ren Yao.
Diexin’s eyes narrow the moment she sees her.
She stares directly at that face,
Her own face.
And deep within, she feels something strange.
A faint connection.
A subtle resonance.
Her brows furrow as suspicion grows.
What kind of forbidden technique did Ren Yao cultivate to become like this?
Ren Yao’s voice rings out across the battlefield.
“Cai Wenji, come, let us fight!”
Diexin’s eyes sharpen instantly at the name.
Her false identity.
She rises higher into the air, stopping a few meters away from Ren Yao.
“Ren Yao,” she says coldly, “you dare to challenge me?”
Ren Yao smiles faintly and replies,
“Who is Ren Yao?”
“I am Yu Diexin.”
Diexin’s gaze grows colder.
“Then show your natal object,” she says. “Let us see if it is truly the Nine-Eyed Gu.”
Ren Yao remains calm.
“You question my identity?”
“Why don’t you show yours?”
Diexin’s eyes narrow further.
At this moment,
She cannot.
Her Gu remains within its cocoon, unprotected, mid-transformation.
If she releases it now,
Even the slightest damage could cause irreversible harm.
Diexin’s expression remains calm as she speaks,
“You called me out to fight, so let us fight. Whoever wins will be Yu Diexin.”
The power of Wither begins to flow from her Gu, passing through her body like a silent current.
Ren Yao smiles faintly.
“As you wish.”
She strikes first.
From her palm, a runic circle forms, glowing with a deep crimson light.
From within that circle,
Blood vines surge out.
Not one.
Not ten.
But hundreds.
Each vine thick and pulsing, covered in sharp thorns, sweeping forward like a raging sea toward Diexin.
Diexin watches the incoming tide of blood-colored vines as they crash toward her like waves.
She raises her hand and responds calmly.
“Ice Hell.”
A surge of ice erupts from her body, spreading outward in all directions.
The advancing vines begin to freeze instantly, frost crawling over them, slowing their movement.
Her Ice Law remains intact.
It has not disappeared.
It has become a part of her Wither Law.
The freezing energy continues forward, turning the battlefield into a domain of cold as it pushes toward Ren Yao.
Ren Yao’s power clearly combines Blood Law and Wood Law,
Both were inherently weaker before Wither.
Yet Diexin does not use her Wither Law to end the battle immediately.
Something feels wrong.
Ren Yao invited this fight.
So she remains cautious.
Diexin raises her hand again.
“Winter Howl.”
Her ice energy condenses and takes form,
A massive white bear emerges, its body armoured with jagged icicles, exuding a chilling presence.
It roars.
A wave of freezing sound bursts forth, shattering the frozen vines in its path as it charges directly toward Ren Yao.
Ren Yao’s eyes flash as she counters instantly.
“Blood Vein Net.”
Hundreds of droplets of blood appear before her, floating in the air.
In the next moment, each droplet fires a beam of crimson energy.
The rays intersect and weave together, forming a dense net that blocks the advancing sound wave.
The net itself freezes under the cold assault,
But it holds.
The attack is stopped.
Without pause, Ren Yao casts again.
“Blood Curse.”
Above them, a portal of blood opens, swirling ominously.
From within it, a massive bloody hand emerges, palm open, descending toward Diexin.
At its centre,
A dark cross symbol pulses with sinister energy.
Diexin’s eyes sharpen.
She reacts instantly.
“Gu Poison Cloud.”
A cloud of microscopic Gu forms before her, spreading rapidly outward.
The moment the bloody hand descends into it,
The swarm begins to devour it.
Piece by piece,
Eating away at the curse itself.
Ren Yao does not pause.
She immediately casts another spell.
“Blood Tree.”
Before her, a massive tree forms from condensed blood and wood energy, its trunk pulsing like a living organism.
Its branches extend outward violently,
Some like whips, others like spears,
All striking toward Diexin from multiple directions.
Diexin remains calm.
“Ice Sword.”
A blade of pure ice forms in her hand, its edge gleaming with cold brilliance.
She grasps the hilt and swings.
From the sword, waves of Ice Sword Qi surge outward, sharp and precise, cutting through the incoming branches one after another.
The attacking limbs shatter into frozen fragments, falling apart before they can reach her.
Without giving Ren Yao a moment to recover, Diexin steps forward and points her sword.
From its tip,
An ice beam shoots forward, striking directly into the trunk of the Blood Tree.
Frost spreads instantly, racing across the surface, freezing it from within.
Ren Yao reacts quickly.
“Growth.”
Her spell falls upon the tree, and it expands violently, growing larger as new branches burst out and roots spread across the ground like writhing serpents.
Diexin’s eyes narrow.
If this continues,
She will be forced to reveal her Wither Law.
That cannot happen yet.
She whispers, recalling a technique she once learned on the island.
“Avalanche.”
Her energy gathers, forming the phantom of a snow-covered mountain above.
Then,
The snow falls.
Like a collapsing world.
The avalanche crashes down, overwhelming the Blood Tree, crushing and breaking its trunk under immense force.
The two powers collide violently, dissolving into a chaotic explosion of energy that spreads outward in all directions.
From within that storm,
Diexin bursts forward, her Ice Sword leading the way as she closes in on Ren Yao.
Ren Yao is momentarily shocked and barely dodges, evading the strike by a hair’s breadth.
She immediately forms a weapon of her own, condensing blood and wood energy into a blade.
Their swords collide.
The impact sends ripples through the air as they push against each other, locked in close combat.
Diexin speaks coldly,
“Did they send you here to die?”
Before Ren Yao can respond,
Diexin suddenly exerts force, pushing her back.
Caught off guard, Ren Yao stumbles for a fraction of a second.
Diexin strikes.
Her blade cuts horizontally across Ren Yao’s chest.
Sparks erupt,
Her clothing, a low-level spiritual treasure, absorbs part of the blow.
Diexin follows instantly with another strike.
Ren Yao dodges again,
But not completely.
The edge of the sword slices through the end of her hair.
Another strike,
Another near miss.
By a hair’s breadth.