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Ailee remains above the clouds with her eyes closed, her figure still and untouchable as her spirit spreads outward, extending across the land below and perceiving everything with clarity far beyond ordinary cultivators, yet even with such vast perception, she senses no presence of another Soul Enlightenment Stage cultivator nearby.Her awareness settles on the battlefield below.
On Diexin.
She observes the formation of a rudimentary field gathering around her, unstable yet real, a sign of terrifying talent blooming under pressure.
Ailee’s brows knit slightly.
If she waits any longer,
He Riu may truly be killed.
Her eyes open.
Slowly.
Calmly.
They fall upon Diexin.
For a brief moment, admiration flickers within them.
Such talent.
Such potential.
If this girl were her daughter,
She would have already risen into the Nine Heavens.
But fate is cruel.
Diexin is born to Tian Duyao,
The Heavenly Poison.
A name whispered with dread among mountain tribes.
Ailee exhales softly, letting that thought fade.
Her palm lifts.
Darkness gathers.
Fire follows.
The two elements twist together unnaturally, merging into a massive spectral hand that burns with black flames, its presence distorting the air as it forms completely.
Then,
She strikes.
The hand descends from the sky, slapping downward toward Diexin with overwhelming force.
Below,
Diexin’s eyes sharpen.
She reacts instantly.
The ice mirror above her head turns, its surface facing the descending hand, and in the next moment, a concentrated ray of ice energy shoots upward, colliding directly with the palm.
For a heartbeat,
The two forces meet.
Ice against dark fire.
The beam holds.
But only for a moment.
Cracks begin to form within the ice.
The ray trembles.
The pressure from above is too great.
Too heavy.
The hand presses down.
Relentless.
The ice beam shatters.
Fragments scatter like broken glass in the air.
The mirror above Diexin flickers violently, its surface rippling as if it might collapse at any moment.
Diexin’s body trembles.
Her feet sink into the ground.
Her arms strain as she tries to maintain control, forcing more energy upward, but her breathing becomes uneven, her face paling as the difference in power becomes undeniable.
The hand continues to descend.
Closer.
Closer.
The pressure alone forces the air around her to distort, pressing against her from all directions.
Diexin grits her teeth.
Her aura surges.
She tries to stabilise the field around her.
But it is incomplete.
Unrefined.
Under the crushing force, it begins to break apart.
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Her knees bend.
Her body lowers.
Blood seeps from the corner of her lips.
Still,
She does not retreat.
She does not yield.
But the gap,
Is too great.
The hand presses down further.
Dark flames spread like a suffocating sky, swallowing space itself as they descend and crushing everything beneath them.
Diexin’s vision trembles.
The world narrows.
The pressure grows heavier with every passing breath.
Her arms shake.
Her control wavers.
The Ice Mirror above her flickers again, its light dimming as violent cracks of energy ripple across its surface.
Her feet sink deeper into the earth as the ground fractures and collapses under the crushing force from above.
Blood drips from her lips.
Her breathing turns ragged.
Yet—
Her eyes remain clear.
Unyielding.
She fully activates the power of the Dragon Totem.
Her aura surges.
Her breath rises.
The Ice Mirror stabilises, its fading glow reigniting as it expands outward and reshapes into a solid Ice Dome that encloses her completely.
The descending hand crashes onto the dome.
A violent impact shakes the land.
The dark flames begin to melt the ice, hissing as layers of frost vanish under the relentless heat.
The dome trembles but does not shatter.
In the sky, Ailee’s eyes widen.
Shock flashes across her usually calm face as she senses the sudden surge in Diexin’s cultivation.
“How can this be possible?” she wonders.
She is familiar with totem possession, a sacred power granted only within the presence of the Totem Palace.
But Diexin stands hundreds of miles away from the Dragon Totem.
Yet the power is real.
And growing.
Ailee’s gaze sharpens.
If the Dragon Totem continues to empower Diexin from such a distance, this mission will fail.
Her eyes shift.
They lock onto He Riu.
He stands below, his body covered in wounds, blood staining his robes as he struggles to remain upright.
Their gazes meet.
Ailee’s voice enters his mind.
“Return to Yulan City,” she commands.
“Begin the escape procedure.”
He Riu gives a slight nod.
Without hesitation, he turns and flies away, his battered body cutting through the air as he withdraws from the battlefield.
Inside the Ice Dome, Diexin pours everything into maintaining it.
Her energy surges without restraint.
Her veins burn.
Her control tightens to its limit.
But a deeper crisis unfolds.
She has formed a prototype field.
A step toward the Soul Awakening Stage.
Yet the moment is wrong.
There is no stillness.
No preparation.
No protection.
Only chaos.
And now, her spiritual tribulation begins.
Within her spirit space, the cocoon trembles.
Cracks spread across its surface like fragile glass.
It splits open.
Something inside awakens.
Her consciousness is pulled inward.
She watches.
A serpentine emerald head emerges from the broken cocoon.
Its eyes glow with ancient will.
Its presence presses against her mind.
Her Gu rises.
It writhes.
It fights.
It struggles for control of her spirit space.
Diexin’s breathing falters.
Her focus fractures.
The Ice Dome flickers.
Above, Ailee senses it instantly.
Her expression shifts.
“I forgot…” she murmurs.
“She is not yet a Soul Awakening cultivator.”
“And she has formed a field.”
Her eyes sharpen with cold intent.
Opportunity returns.
Ailee raises her power.
The dark flaming hand surges violently.
Its energy expands and flares.
It pushes harder against the Ice Dome.
The melting accelerates.
Cracks begin to form.
“I can still capture her,” Ailee says softly.
At that moment—
A dragon’s roar erupts from the depths of the Green River.
The roar shakes the heavens.
The Green River explodes upward.
Water rises like a pillar piercing the sky.
From its depths, a massive black form surges forth.
Scales gleam like dark steel.
Wings tear through the mist.
Eyes burn with ancient fury.
Chu Feng emerges in his Black Dragon form.
His body coils through the air, vast and overwhelming, his presence crashing into the battlefield like a storm given life.
Without hesitation, he attacks.
His claws rip forward.
The river answers him.
Endless water rises, spiralling into the sky as if the world itself bends to his will.
Half the sky above Yulan City transforms.
Clouds dissolve.
Space floods.
A vast water domain spreads outward, colliding directly with Ailee’s Demon Fire field.
Steam erupts.
Water and fire clash violently.
The heavens split between blue and black.
Though only at the Soul Awakening Stage, Chu Feng’s dragon body elevates him beyond his realm.
His aura surges.
His power presses forward.
He meets Ailee head-on.
Ailee’s eyes narrow.
She feels it instantly.
The balance has shifted.
With Chu Feng here, capturing Diexin is no longer possible.
Yet she does not retreat.
Her flames intensify.
The dark hand reforms and strikes again.
Fire roars.
Water crashes.
Their powers collide again and again, shaking the sky and tearing the land below.
Shockwaves ripple outward.
The battlefield trembles under their clash.
Time stretches.
Neither side yields.
Then—
A streak of fire rises from Yulan City.
A signal.
Bright.
Urgent.
Ailee sees it.
Her expression changes.
Without hesitation, she releases a final surge of power.
The flaming hand expands and slams forward, forcing Chu Feng back through sheer intensity.
The water domain shudders.
The clash breaks.
Ailee turns.
Her figure dissolves into streaks of dark flame as she retreats, heading deeper south.
The fire fades.
The pressure vanishes.
Silence begins to return.
Chu Feng remains in the sky for a brief moment.
Then the vast water domain collapses.
The sky clears.
His massive dragon body shrinks.
Scales recede.
Wings vanish.
He returns to human form.
Without delay, he descends.
He lands beside Diexin.
The Ice Dome still trembles, half-melted yet holding.
Inside, her aura is chaotic.
Unstable.
On the verge of collapse.
Chu Feng’s expression tightens.
Worry fills his eyes.
He says nothing.
He simply stands guard.
Watching.
Waiting.
As Diexin endures her spiritual tribulation.
Within her spirit space, the battle begins.
The shattered cocoon fully splits apart.
From within, the Wither Dragon reveals itself.
It is small.
Serpentine.
Its body coils through the void like a living curse.
Its scales shimmer in shades of deep emerald and sickly green, pulsing as if breathing.
Its head is shaped like a butterfly, wide and delicate, yet grotesque in its unnatural symmetry.
At the centre of that head sits a single monocle-like eye.
Round.
Clear.
Cold.
It rotates slowly, locking onto Diexin with precise awareness.
From its slender body extend two pairs of butterfly wings.
Thin.
Translucent.
Veined with dark green patterns that glow faintly, scattering drifting motes of withering energy into the surrounding space.
Its tail tapers into a sharp, flickering point, trailing wisps of decay.
Beneath its body, two pairs of legs hang.
Equal in size.
Perfectly mirrored.
Each claw is fine and curved, yet carries an eerie stillness, as if every movement it makes drains life from existence itself.
It breathes.
The space around it dims.
Then—
It roars.
A sound both soft and suffocating, like rot spreading through silence.
Its mouth opens.
Dark green flame erupts outward.
Wither fire.
It spreads like corruption given form, devouring everything in its path as it surges toward Diexin.
From a distance, Yu Diexin stands firm.
Her expression remains calm.
Her eyes steady.
She raises her hand.
White energy gathers.
Pure.
Cold.
Unyielding.
She releases it in a single wave.
The white energy surges forward.
It meets the wither flame head-on.
The two forces collide.
White and dark green intertwine.
They press against each other violently.
Each is trying to break the other down.
Neither yielding.
The entire spirit space trembles under their clash.