465: Chapter 98 Turtle Grandpa!
Save Mother!_2 465: Chapter 98 Turtle Grandpa!
Save Mother!_2 Soon after Su He lapsed into silence, a clear and serene Tao rhythm once again emanated from him.
He had recently discovered that when inheriting formation knowledge, unconsciously chanting the Tao Te Ching improved his learning efficiency frightfully.
“Formation, lies within the Tao!”
Or rather, the Tao Te Ching is like an overarching principle, encompassing all formations, talismans, artifacts, and techniques…
Ji Feixue’s upright figure slowly relaxed.
The Tao rhythm from the little master hasn’t changed one bit, it’s just…
The moment the Tao rhythm surged, a white dragon phantom rose from the suppressing barrier surrounding Su He, isolating all auras.
Even the Chaos was partitioned off.
Time passed, day by day.
In the blink of an eye, three days had gone by.
Su He, immersed in his studies, suddenly opened his eyes and looked beyond the Chaos.
Ji Feixue at his side had also turned her gaze outward.
Su He’s breathing grew heavy, his body trembling faintly.
Just now, a heart-palpitating sensation arose as if he had lost the most important thing in his life.
He was flabbergasted and at a loss.
Something had happened to Su Huanian!
Ji Feixue placed a hand on top of his head: “It’s okay, I’m here.”
With Ji Feixue’s words, their surroundings rapidly transformed, swiftly moving through the Chaos.
The space shifted and they were already outside Phoenix Valley.
A cold wind blew through Phoenix Valley, frosting over the exterior of Su He’s shell with a layer of ice.
Carried within the wind was the faintest trace of Su Huanian’s aura.
Ji Feixue pointed toward the mouth of the valley, and an image rose at the entrance.
Through the falling snow that filled the sky, the entire scene within Phoenix Valley was displayed.
A vast expanse of white, not the normal whiteness of snow, but bearing a chilling paleness.
The entire world was silent, the winds fiercely howling.
Yet here, the cold seemed so severe that it froze even sounds from escaping.
Not a single noise was heard.
A beautiful figure walked through the snowstorm, with each step slashing a sword towards herself.
With every sword strike, Su Huanian’s life force weakened slightly, one after another, in the blink of an eye from Demonic to Transcendence.
She was slashing away her own cultivation level.
The earlier palpitations were due to a premonition she had dropped from Stepping Sky to Demonic.
In the Demonic Realm here, it was certain death!
Su He’s breathing became ragged, and he was about to rush into Phoenix Valley but was firmly pressed into the snowy ground by Ji Feixue’s palm.
“Roar!” Su He’s roar was stifled in his throat.
As he struggled, Ji Feixue’s palm was like an entire world, unmoving.
On all fours, he exerted all his strength, his eyes bloodshot.
Turning his head in confusion, he looked towards Ji Feixue.
Ji Feixue softly shook her head: “She seeks to break through her own limits.
The cultivation she slashes away will naturally return once the limits are breached.
But if little master, you go in and interrupt her progress, then your sister will indeed be beyond saving.”
The breakthrough method Su Huanian had chosen was not simply to break through herself at the extreme, but rather like an ancient witch sacrifice.
Every sword that was swung was not merely sword qi, each one was a grand sacrifice with the sword as an offering.
A witch sacrifice must not be interrupted.
Ji Feixue watching, recognized that Su Sister’s origins were not simple!
Such a witch sacrifice was not something ordinary people could wield.
Ji Feixue herself had a witchcraft lineage, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to exhibit such powerful soul-summoning witch dances.
Su He’s struggles gradually subsided, his gaze fixed on the valley.
Within the valley, the flying snow was like knives, carving the valley and breaking stones.
Su Huanian walking amidst seemed to sense something, turning back to look towards the valley entrance.
A gentle smile rose on her lips.
With a rise and fall of her sword, a layer of frost rose from her feet and crept upwards.
The snowstorm blew past, the figure vanished, morphing into an ice sculpture.
Not an indestructible ice sculpture, but one which would shatter upon a single touch.
The Tao rhythm spread out from the ice sculpture, sharing similarities with the Tao Te Ching that Su He chanted silently.
Su He shook like a sieve.