Chapter 493: 488: A Sword Breaks the Rain
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Chapter 493: Chapter 488: A Sword Breaks the Rain
The rain cast a mottled shadow, the wind howled mournfully.
Baili An realized only when she was close that, although the Heart Demon witchâs clothes were soaked by rain,
around her an intangible sword surrounded her for three feet, and any Curse Worms in the rain touched the Sword Qi only to melt like snow, dispersing without a trace.
âThis rain is the âBoundary Sea Rain Techniqueâ of the Demon Clan, Erhe Zangxin borrowed the power of the Four Bronze Seas, and hidden within the rain are Nine Nethers Witch Worms that can rot the foundations of all things.
In the Demon World, there are only two masters at handling wormsâone is Xing Wu, and the other is Ning Feiyan in Si He. The heavier the rain falls, the more powerful this technique becomes.â
Her fingers wove together a blizzard and flowing fire-like Sword Intent, intertwining wildly in the storm.
With a flick of her fingertips, a cold wind suddenly rose among the long stones, her wet clothes fluttering about as Sword Intent tore through the heavy rain, leaving a most conspicuous turbulent Sword Trace in the vast sky, a trace so terrifying that it even subdued the marks between heaven and earth beneath this swordâs elegance.
The Sword Intent flew southward, like a meteor dragging tail flames and frost wind, disappearing into the rain curtain at the horizon.
The boundless ocean, where whale songs resonated like the soul of the sea in the profound world.
The ten-day wind of the Eastern Sea, waves crashing against valleys.
Ancient thunder and fire suffused the seaâs surface, a dark whale bathed in thunder and emerged from the abyss.
Amidst the heavy waters, Ning Feiyan fluttered in purple, like a butterfly riding atop a whale. Her dancing skirt scattered countless fine gray light particles into the sea.
The whale sucked in water and swallowed the sea, the deep seawater integral to her magic merged into the belly of the beast. As it breached, spouting a towering column of water like a soaring water dragon, the dark clouds unpredictably churned, thunder rumbled, and within an unceasing dark sky, torrential rain poured.
âFaster!â came the urging voice of Erhe Zangxin from within the whale.
Ning Feiyan stood gracefully atop the whaleâs back, her black hair cloud-like, her beautiful, charming face although smiling slightly, had a touch of indifference and sacred aura.
From her wide sleeves, she drew a pristine Phoebe zhennan flower, its petals tender white and budding delicately, trembling slightly in the storm, its slender stamen blooming as if facing the wind.
In the dark Abyssal Sea, numerous decaying crimson whale carcasses slowly surfed.
Massive skeletons that had buried everything.
Everything that blossomed from a fallen whale.
Those things were tiny decomposing organisms that were buried with the whale.
In the deep sea, even an ordinary fish wouldnât fear such small organisms.
Yet over years and lifetimes, these organisms numbered in the billions, becoming predators in this part of the sea.
The delicate stamen of the Phoebe zhennan flower in Ning Feiyanâs hand stretched out, like an anglerâs line dropping into the sea.
Countless colossal shadows disintegrated rapidly into colorless light particles with the whale carcasses in the sea, mixing with seawater pouring into the giant whaleâs mouth.
Thunder and lightning filled the sky, as if a gigantic electric net was cast over the heavens.
Inside the thick dark clouds, the color of the lightning began to turn a malevolent crimson.
Standing atop the whaleâs spine, Ning Feiyan danced elegantly over the Chaotic Sea. Under the ancient long night, her graceful dancing figure was quite a sight amongst the flying snow, ethereal as fluff. The flowers of Phoebe blossomed one after another.
At this moment, the aura she emitted was so strong that the whale beneath her began to tremble slightly.
Just then, a sword came from the north, cutting through the wind and rain, its aura vast for thousands of miles.
Across the sky, the sword returned, frost and purple flames, stopping her dance.
Ning Feiyanâs Phoebe broke into two, the relentless Sword Qi continued to pass through her body, flowers withered, scattering amidst the storm.
Her complexion turned pale from blood loss, her beautiful figure like a fallen Purple Butterfly, mixed with mottled blood pearls and rain droplets, a hint of pain flickered in Ning Feiyanâs eyes, yet her expression remained incredibly calm.
She fell onto the whaleâs back, almost weightless, her blood quickly washed into the sea by the rain.
A profound and bone-deep gash blasted open on the dark whaleâs spine by the Sword Qi, the whaleâs mournful cries unstoppable, Zangxin hidden within the whale let out a heart-wrenching cry of pain.
The torrential downpour ceased.
Gradually, the sea returned to calm.
Ning Feiyan pulled at her blood-stained lips, laughing lightly, âHow could I not know, that Tianxi still harbored such a powerful sword?â
Zangxinâs angry voice thundered, âWe failed!â
Ning Feiyan replied relaxedly, âItâs not a failure. This person spent a whole night to determine our exact location through the method of asking the world with his sword heart, and then to strike such a fearsome blow is indeed staggering. However, a nightâs wind and rain are enough to shake and corrode the roots of the Divine Tree.â
Zangxin said, âIn two more days, the humans of this world will embark on their journey, a death rain yet to finish falling, how can it uproot and dig out the towering Divine Tree.â
Ning Feiyan seemed to sigh, âA foundation that has begun to shake obviously needs a hand to give it a push.â
Baili An, watching the woman stop the storm with a single sword, then calmly tucked in her sleeves, said, âYou must have noticed the peculiarity of this rain. In two days, a fierce battle is inevitable. You should be well-rested to prepare for the battle.â
Baili An turned, gathered the Glazed Umbrella, shook off the raindrops, and said, âI have prepared well.â
Yun Rong could not understand exactly what he had prepared.
Early in the morning, he lingered outside Su Jingâs house, which she did not think was of any help for the journey two days later.
âTaixuan Sectâs Su Jing, a recluse and cultivator, is young but possesses great cultivation, which is rare. Taking advantage of these two days, if she can rest and heal in peace, it will greatly assist your tree-climbing expedition in two days.â
She looked at him meaningfully, her tone rather piqued, âAlthough Miss Jing has the bones of a celestial and a graceful demeanor, if you really intend to help people in this realm, donât constantly think about seeing her, disturbing her quiet cultivation.â
Baili An felt unjustly criticized, as if she implied he had improper thoughts about the mortal girl. He hurriedly explained, âIâve never thought of seeing her all the time. Su Jing is cold and her sword fierce, I avoid her whenever possible, why would I rush to provoke her, Miss, donât speak carelessly in the future, others might think you are scolding me for being a playboy drawn to beauty.â
âSo why did youâŚâ Yun Rongâs voice halted abruptly, staring in shock at the white fur cloak Baili An carefully held.
The cold stone in her heart, for some reason, seemed suddenly to vanish.
Baili An looked at her, curiously asking, âWhat was I to do?â
Yun Rong coughed lightly, feeling oddly embarrassed for once as she typically maintained her composure. Attempting nonchalance, she said, âWho else would have the nerve to ask for something back after giving it away?â
Baili An was taken aback, taking a while to realize that the âthingâ referred to the cloak he held in his arms.