Chapter 1381: Chapter 1382 Concluding (Part 1)
“These were Beichen Feng’s final words. As soon as he spoke, his chest exploded violently.”
“Yet the Spider Woman did not stop there. Her single hand traced talismans into the void, and the shattered remains of Beichen Feng miraculously knit back together. Reversing life and death—a skill that flaunted the pride of the Immortal Gods. She sought to dismantle him using the very methods he was most proficient with.”
“Witness it clearly now: mere body regeneration, nothing more. Such livestock are so enamored of themselves that they prefer to call it Yin and Yang Qi, daring to boast about reversing life and death. Behold, your life and death hang entirely on my will. If I want you dead, you die; if I want you alive, you live. Even wishing for death is beyond your grasp!”
“This is what true mastery over life and death looks like!”
“With a snap of her fingers, Beichen Feng’s body shattered once again, torn asunder. Blood mist erupted into the void, his own techniques reflected back to him. Yet, to the Immortal Gods, such tricks were petty and trivial, able to be employed repeatedly with effortless precision. The Spider Woman intended to use these attacks to thoroughly torment him, trampling his pride and crushing it underfoot. Only when his spirit was entirely extinguished would she finally kill him—so great was her thirst for vengeance!”
“Sever!”
“Li Xiaobai swept his longsword horizontally, sending the Demon Sealing Sword Intent slicing ruthlessly toward the Spider Woman.”
“You’re not next. Step aside for now,” she said dismissively. Li Xiaobai’s Sword Intent failed to inflict even the slightest harm, no more than a buzzing fly merely swatted aside with a casual vibration of her hand.
“In this moment, I will show you the true meaning of mastering life and death—not resurrection, but the absolute command to grant life or extinguish it!”
“Another snap of her fingers, and Beichen Feng’s body ruptured once again, dispersing into a rain of blood, too stunned to even utter a word of protest. Moments later, his shattered form slowly reassembled, his injuries wholly restored.”
“So? Is this what you meant by reversing life and death? Is this the Decay-Prosperity Divine Skill you’ve spent millennia comprehending?”
“The Spider Woman mocked Beichen Feng mercilessly. It wasn’t that the Decay-Prosperity Divine Skill lacked potency—it was quite formidable. Yet her level was so elevated above his that the technique’s features of converting vitality and the Aura of Death into lethal strikes paled into irrelevance. For someone at the Saint Realm like Beichen Feng, it was no more than a futile attempt, its effects even backfiring on him.”
“You’re not going to kill me now?”
“Are you giving me a chance after all?”
“Beichen Feng’s face was pale as paper money, his gaze locked tightly onto the Spider Woman.”
“What I want is to hear you say that you willingly submit to me!”
“From her perch above him, the Spider Woman radiated contempt, intent on breaking him completely.”
“In that case, how about if I try struggling once more?”
“The corner of Beichen Feng’s lips curled faintly.”
“Suit yourself,” the Spider Woman shrugged indifferently. “Do your worst.”
“Tome Spirit Fairy!”
“Beichen Feng threw his head back in a furious roar, dismissing the Yin and Yang Qi from his body and abandoning use of the Decay-Prosperity Divine Skill, its inadequacy evident.
“A faint golden halo emanated from within him, spreading outward. The surrounding scenery transformed drastically, stars shifting and skies overturning. Above the clouds, a golden sea unfolded, its shimmering waves coalescing into clusters of modest thatched cottages. Against this backdrop, the faint sound of children reciting from their books whispered into the air.”
“An illusion born from his own recollections. The imagery mirrored his childhood—a nostalgic echo of the days when he studied books and delved into learning, imbued with a wistfulness that traversed time.”
“So, is this your final struggle?”
“If this is all there is, then you might as well die now.”
“The Spider Woman surveyed the scene with disdain. As figures materialized and mingled within the marketplace-like reflections, gold-painted pavilions and bustling crowds emerged, immersing all within the illusion of a thriving cityscape.”
“A manifestation of Beichen Feng’s Domain Power, reshaping the environment and displacing the heavens.”
“Do you dare look closely at this character?”
“Beichen Feng spoke softly as a middle-aged man stepped forward from one of the cottages, holding aloft a tome etched with an ancient character.”
“What is this…”
“The Spider Woman’s focus faltered for a brief moment, almost captivated by the character’s intricacies, pondering its meaning. A mere heartbeat later, she realized the ploy—a potent trap targeting her Divine Soul, its allure exceptionally beguiling.”
“For a fleeting instant, she had fallen into his trap.”
“Her vivid eyes shone with eerie brilliance as her immense Divine Soul surged fiercely outward, enveloping Beichen Feng in its overwhelming aura. From his perspective, her form had inexplicably morphed into the visage of Xueshenzi from long ago.”
“So, tell me—how should this character be read?”
“The Spider Woman casually traced a bizarre glyph in the air and turned toward Beichen Feng.”
“This…” Beichen Feng broke into a cold sweat, staring at the incomprehensible symbol. He couldn’t decipher it, nor understand why his old master had appeared here.”
“Traitor. Ignorant fool. You die!”
“The Spider Woman’s face twisted into a grotesque snarling mask as she slashed through the void with a vicious motion, reducing Beichen Feng’s body to a misty spray of blood and severed remains scattered like vapor. Only his dazed, disembodied head, its expression frozen in bewilderment, landed on the earth with a roll.”
This time, Beichen Feng was truly annihilated. No restoration, no resurrection. Playtime was over—the Spider Woman intended to end everything.”
“The shimmering golden silhouettes dissolved into particles, fading calmly into starry motes.”
“Dammit, I’m the only one left!”
“Maybe I can still drag this out for a while.”
“Li Xiaobai unleashed a Saint Realm barrage of Godzilla echoes, magnified countless times over and hurtling toward the Spider Woman in a suffocating descent.”
“This creature you call Godzilla—no matter how I examine it, I still can’t identify which faction of the Immortal Gods Realm it belongs to.”
“Speak: Who is your patron? Tell me, and I shall grant you an intact corpse,” the Spider Woman demanded, fixing her gaze on Li Xiaobai. There was a deliberate reason he was left for last—she intended to interrogate him thoroughly.”
“The healing sky fissure… has slowed down?”
“Li Xiaobai’s peripheral glance caught sight of the immense celestial crack. Where once it had been rapidly mending, now it had stagnated, coated by a faint golden sheen.”
“Looks like whoever is controlling the Divine Skills from the Immortal Gods Realm has locked the fissure down. Your plans are ruined. Now, what will you do?”
“The Spider Woman’s face twisted into a sneer as she observed the halted fissure.”
“Forget it—hit her hard and retreat, kite her for a bit!”
“Li Xiaobai adjusted his grip on the longsword, prepared for a reckless skirmish. His talismans were ready—plan in motion: strike and withdraw swiftly, luring her into pursuit, ensuring safety for the people below.”
“But just as he stepped forward, a decrepit hand rested upon his shoulder, forcefully pulling him back.”
“Turning around, his face paled in shock. The figure before him was ghostly white—devoid of blood, seemingly lifeless yet undeniably aware. It was a face he knew all too well.”
“Senior Xiao Lao Di?”