Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 947: Chapter 337: Another Innate Gift Added!!

"Die for me!" The Prefect of Wangchuan’s face twitched as his sinister killing intent nearly solidified.

Plop!

Water splashed everywhere. In the critical moment, Qing Chi unhesitatingly, like a moth to a flame, leaped into the River of Oblivion.

Upon contact with the river water, Qing Chi’s entire body erupted with a five-colored smoke, as if a dye workshop had been overturned, like a shattered glass dreamscape.

Each wisp of smoke rising and transforming reflected vibrant and warm scenes of the past. Yet those radiant memories of life were mercilessly swept away by the cold river water, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Unlike Ning Zhuo, Qing Chi had no treasure for protection and couldn’t resist the scouring of the River of Oblivion.

"Qing Chi!" Ning Zhuo witnessed the scene, his heart and mind shaken.

"No matter who you are, I will save you!" Qing Chi had completely forgotten Ning Zhuo’s identity, but the intense emotions filling her heart, deep like magma in her bones, drove her to sacrifice her life to save him.

She dove down with all her strength, swimming towards Ning Zhuo.

The Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors, topped with a thin ice coffin, charged at Ning Zhuo but, at the critical moment, was blocked by Qing Chi.

The powerful impact forced Qing Chi to open her mouth, spitting out scorching blood that stained the icy river with a mournful crimson.

The river water inundated her mouth and body, as if opening the floodgates of her memory, a massive amount of smoke erupted from her body, wildly dispersing.

The ice coffin pressed against the injured Qing Chi, and with momentum, collided into Ning Zhuo.

The two and the coffin were violently propelled by the power of the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors deep into the Wangchuan Tributary.

Along the way, five-colored smoke and blood were scattered everywhere.

"Not good." Luo Si’s heart sank to the bottom, but he could move no longer. Only his eyes, not yet covered by clay, watched helplessly as everything slid into the abyss.

"Qing Chi!" Ning Zhuo shouted in his heart, pressing his hand forcefully against Qing Chi’s back, sharing the power of the Buddha Heart Demon Seal with her.

Buddha Light enveloped Qing Chi’s body and soul, causing her memories and emotions to suddenly reduce, but it was not enough!

"Is it because she opened her mouth earlier, and the water of the River of Oblivion remained inside?" Ning Zhuo was anxious, without solutions. Supporting the Buddha Heart Demon Seal had already exhausted all his strength. To save her required him to surpass his limits!

"Heh, desperate struggle." The Prefect of Wangchuan revealed a grin filled with malice. "Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors, pierce them through!"

The Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors violently shook, sharp tips piercing through the final layer of thin ice, stabbing directly into Qing Chi’s abdomen.

Blood flowed freely!

"Ugh...!" The intense pain made Qing Chi let out a broken whimper. The instinct to survive led her to reflexively clasp her hands together, tightly gripping the cold blade lodged within her!

Blood spurted out, seeping through her fingers, sliding along the blade.

All Qing Chi felt was the pain, but her heart was full of concern for the person behind her. She was determined to sacrifice herself to stop this deadly weapon from injuring the person she loved behind her!

Thud.

Under the distant command of the Prefect of Wangchuan, the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors cruelly advanced again, driving deeper into Qing Chi’s body.

Though Qing Chi resisted the forward thrust of the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors with all her might, how could her strength compare with this National Treasure?

Ning Zhuo pressed closely against Qing Chi’s back, acutely aware that the flame of her life was rapidly fading!

The Ghost Clan girl was using her own life to build a fragile defense line for him. She was willing to act as a meat shield, dying for him!

"No, Qing Chi! Wait for me!!" Ning Zhuo’s eyes reddened, veins in his eyes bulging, his face twisted with rage. He frantically squeezed every ounce of potential from his Dantian, Sea of Consciousness, and soul, once again channeling...

Divine Skills - Life Hanging Thread!

Invisible threads had long connected the two. Through the Life Hanging Thread, he transmitted information.

Yet Qing Chi had no reaction. Her expression was confused, her gaze hollow.

She had lost too many memories and emotions, rendering her unable to respond. She had even forgotten her dire situation, driven only by the strong love in her heart, willing to go to any lengths to protect her beloved!

Ning Zhuo was close to grinding his teeth to dust.

Unable to actively cooperate with Qing Chi, he steeled himself, using the Life Hanging Thread to attempt to control her movements.

At least to change position; otherwise, Ning Zhuo couldn’t even directly touch the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors.

The Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors nearly broke through the ice coffin completely; thirty percent of the blade had already embedded into Qing Chi’s body.

It pressed against Qing Chi, penetrating deeper and deeper, swift as a shooting star, racing through the Wangchuan Tributary.

The Wangchuan Tributary encircled in a loop, allowing the three, along with the coffin and scissors, to cycle endlessly.

Ning Zhuo, sticking closely to Qing Chi’s back, striving to sustain the Buddha Heart Demon Seal, could only deploy minimal power to attempt adjustments.

He was the arrowhead, positioned at the forefront; the impact of the water current exerted enormous pressure, making Ning Zhuo feel as though a mountain was weighing upon him. Any slight movement was akin to ascending the heavens.

He attempted several times, always lacking strength, unable to mobilize the Divine Skills.

Luo Si’s one eye was already covered with clay.

Qing Chi’s body grew colder, she had lost too much blood, and the severe injuries disrupted the balance within her, causing a heavy presence of death, suppressing the vitality.

The life of the Ghost Clan girl was like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.

"No, Qing Chi, hold on, wait for me, wait for me!" Ning Zhuo’s eyes reddened, his expression ghastly, yet he failed again. For a moment, a tremendous sense of powerlessness nearly drowned him.

"Little Ma, Little Ma!" Qing Chi’s expression was numb. Her lips moved, producing a quiet murmur akin to the buzzing of mosquitoes, yet it pierced the heart like a knife. With each utterance, another precious memory fragment peeled away from her soul, dissolving into colored smoke.