"Actually, I think it's not that difficult for you to break this barrier."
Chu Lingwei smiled and reached out towards the barrier. A spiritual light flashed, and before Chu Lingwei's hand could touch it, it was repelled.
"Weiwei, do you have any good ideas?" Mei Ji's interest was piqued.
"Mu Shuyang can open this barrier without any effort," Chu Lingwei smiled at Mei Ji, knowing that Mu Shuyang would never let Mei Ji struggle with this barrier. "Don't you think so?"
Mei Ji's expression instantly darkened upon hearing this, her eyes filled with coldness.
A chilling wind swept through the surroundings. Huan Mao and Feng Ming quickly moved in front of Chu Lingwei, glaring angrily at Mei Ji.
"Mei Ji, you have no conscience. If it weren't for Weiwei, you would surely not be alive now," Feng Ming said, hands on her hips, staring at Mei Ji. If she had known Mei Ji would treat Weiwei like this, she wouldn't have saved her. "You are a cultivator, aren't you afraid of developing inner demons and never being able to break through to the Master realm?"
"Oh, I'll see if I can break through the Master realm." Mei Ji's eyes turned cold, and killing intent flared.
"You certainly won't."
Chu Lingwei waved her hand, drawing Huan Mao and Feng Ming back behind her. The ancient bronze sword in her hand flew up, colliding with Mei Ji's spiritual power.
"Chu Lingwei, you shouldn't be here," Mei Ji's voice echoed softly.
"Is that so?" Chu Lingwei sneered. "Then you should be here?"
Mysterious Sky Burning Fire.
Nine Heavens Nine Styles.
Chu Lingwei's every move was filled with killing intent, giving her opponent no chance.
"You've always considered yourself superior, but you're nothing more than this."
Mei Ji's figure flickered slightly. Chu Lingwei seized the opportunity, and the divine power of the ancient bronze sword struck Mei Ji directly in the chest.
"Chu Lingwei, you are very clever."
Struck by the divine artifact, Mei Ji spat out a mouthful of blood and stumbled back two steps. With blood staining her lips, she stood up and let out a sinister, charming smile.
"Unfortunately, this world has no need for variables."
"This world?"
Hearing this, Chu Lingwei burst into laughter as if she had heard the greatest joke.
"Mu Shuyang, by what right do you decide everything for this world?"
Mei Ji's enchanting eyes slowly shifted, her alluring figure transforming into Mu Shuyang. He stood before Chu Lingwei, exuding an imposing aura that pressed down on her. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Chu Lingwei forcefully plunged the ancient bronze sword into the ground, channeling divine power deep into the earth. The entire Jingliang Forest began to tremble.
"Chu Lingwei, from the moment I first saw you, you should have died."
Mu Shuyang sensed that a variable was about to appear on the Xuanyuan Continent, which was why he appeared within the barrier guarding the Ice Pole Cliff.
"Unfortunately, I didn't die. This is destiny."
Her fate was always in her own hands. No one could dictate her life. Chu Lingwei's gaze grew firmer, a hint of mockery on her lips. "Mu Shuyang, after cultivating for a thousand years, you still don't understand this simple truth. No wonder you're still just a spirit beast."
As Chu Lingwei spoke, she rose with all her might, pulled out the ancient bronze sword, and charged at Mu Shuyang.
The Nine Heavens Nine Styles combined with the divine power of the artifact plunged the entire world into a bloody crimson. Chu Lingwei's body and soul merged with the divine power of the ancient bronze sword, her eyes fixed only on her opponent.
Man and sword as one, where the heart wills, the sword follows.
This was a realm that no mere magical artifact could help Chu Lingwei achieve.
"Die."
Chu Lingwei roared, and the divine power of the ancient bronze sword split through Mu Shuyang's powerful defense, piercing deeply into his body.
Shock flickered in Mu Shuyang's eyes. He broke free from the ancient bronze sword and unleashed a torrent of spiritual power to suppress Chu Lingwei.
"Weiwei, be careful."
Seeing Chu Lingwei in danger, Feng Ming flew forward, transforming into a fire phoenix and spewing netherworld fire at Mu Shuyang.
"Illusion formation."
Huan Mao quickly set up a formation. The more advanced cultivators were, the more their transformed spirit beasts feared not direct combat, but rather their own inner demons.
Chu Lingwei propped herself up with the ancient bronze sword, enduring Mu Shuyang's suppression, a trickle of blood flowing from her lips.
"Mu Shuyang, you're nothing more than this. You're not worried about me being the variable; you're afraid." Chu Lingwei looked up at the murderous Mu Shuyang and smiled. "You're actually afraid of me, aren't you?"
Mu Shuyang was startled. With a shift of his consciousness, he found himself in a desolate wasteland.
"Illusion formation."
Mu Shuyang recognized it as an illusion formation and quickly circulated his spiritual power to break through by force. However, his spiritual power only seemed to make the formation more robust.
The oppressive aura before Chu Lingwei vanished. Holding the ancient bronze sword, she gestured to Huan Mao and stepped into the illusion formation.
Huan Mao was her spirit beast, and they had long been in sync. Huan Mao had set up the illusion formation, and Chu Lingwei had intentionally spoken those words to lure Mu Shuyang into it. She hadn't expected it to be so easy.
"Mu Shuyang, am I really that terrifying?" Chu Lingwei crossed her arms, laughing freely.
Mu Shuyang stood still, staring at Chu Lingwei before him, his eyes deep and silent.
"Tsk, tsk." Chu Lingwei clicked her tongue twice and shook her head with a sigh. In an illusion formation, only by arousing the deepest hidden matters in the heart of the trapped person could they be eternally imprisoned. "It seems you are just a spirit beast nearing the end of its lifespan, afraid of death on one hand, yet seeking a sliver of hope on the other."
Mu Shuyang held his breath. In an illusion formation, every breath could be a trap.
When he heard Chu Lingwei's words, a string in his heart seemed on the verge of snapping.
"Chu Lingwei, you are provoking me."
"Provoking? I am merely stating your true inner thoughts." Chu Lingwei shook her head regretfully. "It's laughable, really. How can a spirit beast that cannot even face its own heart possibly overcome the heavenly tribulation?"
"You..."
Mu Shuyang was choked with anger. He was now unsure if the Chu Lingwei before him was real or his own inner demon.
"It seems I was right."
Chu Lingwei chuckled, then her laughter subsided. Her gaze slowly focused, a profound smile appearing before she gradually vanished from Mu Shuyang's sight.
"Mu Shuyang, in this life, you will never be able to overcome the heavenly tribulation. You will forever remain just a spirit beast..."
Chu Lingwei's voice was like a series of talismans, striking Mu Shuyang's soul word by word.
Chu Lingwei was shaking its Dao heart.
Mu Shuyang realized this and immediately calmed his mind, dispelling the inner demons.
"Chu Lingwei, I will kill you."
"Weiwei, why not kill it?" Feng Ming saw that Huan Mao was struggling to maintain the illusion formation. Mu Shuyang was too powerful, and he had to constantly chant incantations to keep him trapped.
"I want him to develop inner demons."
It would be difficult for her to kill Mu Shuyang in her current state, but Chu Lingwei would not let this opportunity for revenge pass. "Protect Cat Cat."
"Alright."
Chu Lingwei reappeared within the illusion formation, taking on Mei Ji's form, smiling charmingly.