Chapter 381: Mortal Enemy of Ages Past, Ten Thousand Years Undying p1
Cheng Yishi’s eyes flickered, her heart filled with even more astonishment.
What nonsense was this woman spouting?
Solitary Emperor of the Six Heavenly Realms? Nan Lishang? She had never heard of such things.
Even if her ancestors from thousands of years ago were related to this so-called Solitary Star of the Southern Region, as Yang Chanzhen had said, what did it have to do with her?
“…Is that so?”
‘Mao Ruoyu’s’ eyes dimmed slightly, and she murmured, as if talking to herself: “Unlike me, your soul was completely destroyed, erased from this world, you’ve forgotten everything from the past, truly reborn as a mortal.”
Cheng Yishi’s gaze sharpened, blood-red flames flickering on her axe blade, and she shouted in a deep voice: “I don’t care about your sentimental musings, release Yun Yue and let us leave this place. If you still want to talk about the past, I’ll gladly listen later.”
“…If you truly had the strength, I would naturally listen to you.”
The darkness in ‘Mao Ruoyu’s’ eyes vanished, replaced by indifference, her gaze cold and condescending: “It’s a pity that you’re so weak now. Forget about displaying the power of the Solitary Star of the Southern Region, single-handedly resisting the might of thirteen realms, you’re now more like a wild beast, charging blindly, truly pathetic.”
Bam!
Cheng Yishi stomped on the ground, her eyebrows furrowing, and she charged forward fiercely.
Her battle-axe swung, creating a crimson whirlwind.
Clang, clang, clang—!
Metal clashed against metal, sharp and piercing sounds echoing.
But Cheng Yishi’s expression turned grimmer.
No matter how fiercely she attacked, ‘Mao Ruoyu’s’ figure remained unmoving, her sword effortlessly blocking every strike, the axe blade’s wind not even ruffling her hair.
“By today’s standards, you’re only at the Crimson Demon Realm.”
‘Mao Ruoyu’ blocked a fierce attack with her sword, sparks flying past her indifferent face.
“Against a Savage Realm being, you can only rely on brute force for a while. If you encounter a true expert, you would be dead in an instant.”
Cheng Yishi snorted coldly, twisting her waist and swinging her battle-axe. With a flick of her wrist, a blade of blood shot out, aiming for the bound Yun Yue.
But the moment the blood blade touched the silver threads, it was repelled and shattered.
This—
Cheng Yishi’s face paled slightly, her heart sinking.
No wonder Yun Yue was completely bound and unable to move, these seemingly thin silver threads were incredibly strong!
“Foolish.”
A cold voice suddenly echoed beside her ear. Cheng Yishi’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively raised her axe to block, but she felt a terrifying force strike her, sending her flying!
“How… How could Ruoyu’s body possess such power?!”
Cheng Yishi was shocked, quickly landing back on her feet, stumbling backward several feet before finally stopping.
But before she could react, ‘Mao Ruoyu’ had already appeared before her, sword in hand, thrusting forward!
“Ugh?!”
The axe blade and sword tip collided with a clang.
Cheng Yishi stumbled backward repeatedly, gritting her teeth, her face pale and tense, enduring the pain as she raised her axe to counterattack.
But ‘Mao Ruoyu’ seemed to have seen through her every move, her sword flashing, effortlessly blocking and deflecting every attack, anticipating her every action, making Cheng Yishi feel increasingly frustrated and suppressed.
Suddenly, in a moment of distraction, a sword light flashed before her eyes!
Slap!
Using her sword like a whip, this strike made Cheng Yishi’s expression change drastically. She groaned and fell to the ground, her clothes torn, a bloody gash appearing on her shoulder.
She endured the pain and swung her axe upwards, but ‘Mao Ruoyu’ dodged sideways with an indifferent expression, kicking her and sending her stumbling back.
Her swordsmanship transformed into a relentless barrage of attacks, like a storm, driving Cheng Yishi back, her body covered in wounds, her black gauze dress torn and tattered.
Crack!
Her black battle-axe was shattered by a sword strike, Cheng Yishi still frozen in her attacking stance, dazed and dumbfounded.
Until ‘Mao Ruoyu’ kicked her, sending her flying like a cannonball, crashing onto the lake surface.
“Pfft… Cough, cough, cough—!”
After tumbling through the water for dozens of feet, Cheng Yishi finally managed to crawl out, drenched and pathetic.
Although this strange lake allowed her to float, her body was still soaked, and her wounds burned.
She clutched her abdomen and let out a pained moan, her legs trembling as she stood up again.
But just as she was about to condense her battle-axe with Yin energy, she was shocked to find that her limbs were bound by invisible silver threads, a terrifying force pulling her back towards the lotus platform!
‘Mao Ruoyu’ stood there, her sword pointed forward, her expression indifferent.
—Clang!
A humming sound, and the sword tip, which should have pierced her flesh, was blocked by a bloody light, unable to advance.
‘Mao Ruoyu’s’ eyebrows rose slightly, and she saw Cheng Yishi’s face tense, her brows furrowed, seemingly using all her strength to channel her baleful energy as a defense, barely managing to block the deadly sword strike.
“Truly a shadow of your former self.”
‘Mao Ruoyu’ murmured, her gaze distant and hazy, as if recalling distant memories.
“Tens of thousands of years ago, you and I fought on this very lotus platform, competing for dominance, seeking enlightenment. We both wanted to completely suppress the other.”
“That deadly battle… it feels like yesterday. But today, there’s no longer that passion or fighting spirit.”
“I… don’t understand… what you’re saying…”
Cheng Yishi struggled, her hoarse voice barely a whisper, using all her strength to maintain her defense. A single lapse in concentration, and that sword would pierce through her body!
“…Then I’ll help you remember.” ‘Mao Ruoyu’s’ lips moved slightly, and she said indifferently: “At least, you shouldn’t be living like this, so weak and pathetic.”
Pfft!
The sword tip suddenly thrust forward, effortlessly piercing through the bloody barrier, through skin, flesh, and bone, making Cheng Yishi’s pupils constrict, her lips parting slightly in a silent scream.
But the next moment, a massive wave of energy surged through her bone marrow and meridians, towards her head and soul!
Cheng Yishi’s head jerked back, her eyes flickering, her body tensing and convulsing uncontrollably, her beautiful figure, barely concealed by a few strands of black gauze, trembling and swaying.
And in a daze, countless images flickered through her mind, swords, spears, axes, and halberds swirling like shadows. In the distance, she vaguely saw a familiar figure standing with its back to her, its hair and skirt billowing, exuding an awe-inspiring power, its every move bringing annihilation and destruction.
Its power was like a prison, its demonic flames reaching the heavens, the life and death of all things seemingly within its grasp!
…
After a while—
‘Mao Ruoyu’ withdrew the Transformation Threads.
And Cheng Yishi, as if all her bones had been pulled out, collapsed to the ground, her silver hair disheveled, her eyes empty and vacant, only her faint breathing remaining, the black and red baleful energy around her completely dissipated.
Her clothes were torn and tattered, as if she had just been brutally ravaged, a pitiful sight.
“Remember your past, remember your techniques and skills.”
‘Mao Ruoyu’ looked down at the woman lying at her feet, trembling slightly with fear, and said coldly: “If you continue to wallow in this state, you’re nothing but an insignificant ant, no longer worthy of competing for power. When the worlds are reshaped, the name ‘Nan Lishang’ will be completely erased from history.”
“…”
Silence.
But ‘Mao Ruoyu’ just looked down at her calmly, waiting patiently.
Until—
A few streaks of red light suddenly emanated from Cheng Yishi’s body.
Cheng Yishi, her hair disheveled, stood up unsteadily, stumbling a few times, the outline of a battle-axe faintly materializing in her hand.
“Still clinging to your delusions.” ‘Mao Ruoyu’s’ gaze darkened: “Such crude methods, even if you dedicate your life to cultivation, it’s still useless. You can’t even withstand a single blow from me.”
“What Nan Lishang… what Solitary Star of the Southern Region…”
Cheng Yishi suddenly spoke, her head lowered, murmuring as if in a daze: “Even if my past cultivation was heaven-defying… what does it matter… Do I really want… to be Nan Lishang again?”
‘Mao Ruoyu’s’ face darkened slightly: “If you are not Nan Lishang, then you are nothing!”
“I… am not Nan Lishang—”
Her silver hair suddenly rose, as if burning with blood-red flames.
Cheng Yishi slowly opened her bloodshot eyes, her face gradually calming, her hands clenched by her sides: Blood-red light swirled, turning almost black, and a gruesome and sinister battle-axe materialized.
“These techniques… are not mine… I won’t… learn them…”
“Stubborn!”
‘Mao Ruoyu’ raised her sword, a displeased look appearing on her face, and she thrust forward angrily.
Instantly, a black light seemed to tear through the sky, shattering the Soul Origin Heart Realm!
“…”
The dust settled, the waves calmed.
Only a few strands of silver hair fluttered in the wind, a streak of blood appearing on Cheng Yishi’s cheek.
‘Mao Ruoyu’s’ expression changed slightly as she saw that her sword was now broken in half, the remaining black light ripples slowly dissipating.
This strike hadn’t been hers.
But ‘wielded’ by Cheng Yishi.
The young woman lowered her arms, her crimson eyes deep and bottomless, and with a step forward, she struck out with her palm, slamming ‘Mao Ruoyu’ to the ground and straddling her waist.
“I…”
Cheng Yishi condensed black light in her hand, looking down at the surprised woman beneath her, and shouted: “My name is… Cheng Yishi!”
The black light struck, creating an explosion on the lotus platform.
“…”
