We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

Chapter 543: I Will Send Miss on Her Way One Last Time (2 in 1)

That snow-white beam of cold light carried a bone-piercing chill as it came surging violently toward Xiao Mo.

Yet Xiao Mo did not even glance at it. His expression remained as calm as still water.

In his hand, he held a white stone and placed the final move steadily upon the chessboard.

In an instant, clear ripples spread in circle after circle beneath Xiao Mo’s feet, layer upon layer.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Mo was standing in the very center of a pond.

A closer look showed that this pond seemed to be the very lotus pond where Tushan Jingci had been attacked as a child and had fallen into the water together with Xiao Mo.

In the lotus pond, the clear water suddenly surged upward, roiling and boiling. In an instant, it condensed into four lifelike human figures identical to Elder Jin, Song Xiu, Xin Xiao’er, and Chen Jue.

Only flowers in a mirror and the moon in water.

But it was enough.

The “Song Xiu” and the others condensed from the pond water each unleashed the exact same moves as their real bodies, attacking their true selves without the slightest mercy.

“BOOM!”

An earth-shaking explosion instantly spread through the entire world inside the scroll.

With Xiao Mo and the others at the center, wild and violent ripples of spiritual power burst outward like stormy waves, sweeping in every direction.

Inside the scroll, several towering mountain peaks were forcibly leveled. Rolling rivers burst their banks and surged wildly, their muddy floods overflowing the shores and swallowing vast stretches of land.

Only after the violent ripples of spiritual power gradually dispersed did Xiao Mo slowly drift down from midair and land lightly upon the devastated ground.

At this moment, his clothes were in tatters, and his face was as pale as frost and snow, without the slightest trace of blood. The spiritual power throughout his body had nearly been exhausted, leaving only one last breath sustaining him.

But Song Xiu and the others were not much better off.

They, too, were badly wounded, covered in blood, and nearly drained of spiritual power.

No matter what, Song Xiu had never imagined that this young cultivator who had stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm only a few short days ago could actually fight the four of them to a draw.

“It seems all of you are still just a little short of being able to kill me.”

The corner of Xiao Mo’s mouth hooked faintly, yet there was not the slightest hint of pride in his expression.

For a moment, even Song Xiu fell into a daze. He did not know whether his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he seemed to catch a trace of disappointment in Xiao Mo’s gaze.

That disappointment seemed almost like regret that he had not been able to die at their hands.

Xiao Mo slowly drew a long sword and walked toward the four of them step by step.

Although this long sword was nothing more than an ordinary sixth-grade spirit sword one could buy at any common shop on the street, completely unremarkable.

In the eyes of the four of them now, however, that utterly ordinary long sword seemed even more terrifying than a legendary immortal weapon.

Yet just as Xiao Mo raised the sword high and was about to slash down viciously at the four of them—

Inside the great hall of the Phoenix-Bird Secret Realm, the long-silent divine statue suddenly erupted with dazzling light, blazing like the scorching sun.

The people still fighting bloody battles inside the great hall also sensed something strange. They all turned to look, their expressions uncertain and alarmed.

The next instant, the divine statue’s light pierced straight in one direction.

Wherever that divine light passed, any cultivator touched by it had both body and dao destroyed, vanishing completely from heaven and earth.

Then a clear, high phoenix cry suddenly rang out inside the great hall, echoing without end.

The feather-clan skeleton suspended above the divine statue seemed to come alive all at once and trembled violently.

Black flames blazed from every inch of the feather-clan skeleton, burning hotter and hotter, until they finally rose into the air and condensed into a lifelike luan bird that chased after the golden divine light.

The divine light rushed straight toward the scroll floating in midair.

In only an instant, the divine light pierced through the scroll.

As if sensing something, Xiao Mo abruptly raised his head and saw a burst of blinding, dazzling light roaring toward him.

Immediately afterward, Xiao Mo felt scorching heat envelop his entire body, as though even the air itself were burning.

At the critical moment, the luan bird formed from black flame threw itself with all its strength in front of Xiao Mo.

But the divine light passed through the black-flame luan bird’s body without the slightest obstruction, then pierced through Xiao Mo’s chest.

Already badly injured, Xiao Mo’s consciousness immediately turned blurred and hazy under this strike.

Dizziness washed over him in waves. One knee slammed heavily to the ground, and he kept panting for breath. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead like beads from a broken string.

Lowering his head, he saw that a bloody hole two fingers wide had been pierced through his chest by that divine light.

Yet in the next instant, the black flames that had not yet dispersed all gathered toward Xiao Mo’s chest, filling that bloody hole layer by layer.

Xiao Mo could clearly feel that these black flames were doing everything they could to repair his injury.

But no matter how hard they tried, it was useless. The wound would not heal at all.

Although Xiao Mo did not know exactly what had happened, he could feel his life source constantly draining away. He knew very clearly that he absolutely could not remain here any longer.

Because the scroll had been pierced through and had lost its original function, Xiao Mo immediately transformed into a streak of light and shot out from inside it.

The people in the great hall still did not know what had happened. By the time they reacted, the man who had rushed out of the scroll had already charged straight to the demon core.

Xiao Mo guarded his palm with water from the yin river and tried to use it to resist the scorching fire aura emitted by the demon core.

As the yin river water and the black flames on the demon core canceled each other out, turning into clouds of spiritual-power steam that rose upward, Xiao Mo seized the demon core, wrapped it layer after layer in yin river water, and carefully placed it into his storage pouch.

The moment the demon core was taken, the entire Phoenix-Bird Secret Realm began shaking violently without stop.

Even the once-indestructible palace started shedding bits of stone, as though the great hall might collapse at any moment.

“Go!”

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Mo wrapped an arm around Gui Junmeng’s slender waist, so delicate it seemed barely enough to fill one hand, and flew rapidly out of the palace.

“Human whelp, don’t run!”

“Leave the demon core, and we’ll spare your life!”

“Chase him!”

How could the other cultivators in the great hall be willing to watch helplessly as the greatest opportunity in the entire secret realm was taken away so easily by another cultivator?

The ones who had still been caught in chaotic battle all turned around and chased after Xiao Mo together.

However, the statues of palace maids and attendants inside the palace seemed to come alive all at once.

Drawn by some unknown force, those statues began attacking the other cultivators.

But that divine statue suddenly erupted with several more dazzling beams of light.

Those beams sank into the bodies of the various cultivators.

“What... what exactly is going on?”

“This spiritual power...”

The cultivators enveloped by the divine light clearly felt an unprecedented power pouring into their bodies.

Under the support of that power, their temperaments became increasingly violent. One by one, their eyes turned blood-red, and they fought back and forth against the statues.

“RUMBLE!”

Earth-shaking booms rang out again and again, making the eardrums ache.

In the sky above the Phoenix-Bird Secret Realm, several distorted void gates suddenly appeared, like deep eyes opening on the face of some giant beast.

Xiao Mo knew these were the exits leading to the outside world.

“Xiao Mo...”

Gui Junmeng turned her head and glanced at Xiao Mo, only to find that his eyelids were growing heavier and heavier. His entire body was on the verge of collapse, as if he might fall from the air at any moment.

Behind Xiao Mo, many people had already caught up, the distance between them shrinking more and more.

“Miss Gui... I’m afraid... I can’t get out.” Xiao Mo slowly spoke, his weak voice like a taut thread high in the air, ready to snap at any moment.

He took the storage pouch from his waist and gently handed it to Gui Junmeng. A pale smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“I will cover Miss’s escape. Inside this is a letter, as well as the demon core I just obtained. If Miss is willing to help, then after leaving, please deliver the demon core and this letter to Tushan together. As for the other things in the storage pouch, they all belong to Miss.”

“Xiao Mo, we can get out together.”

Gui Junmeng lightly bit her thin lip. The horsetail whisk in her hand swept out violently, flinging away a flying sword that attacked them.

She pushed her spiritual power with all her might, carrying Xiao Mo closer and closer to that void exit.

Xiao Mo smiled softly and shook his head, his tone calm and open. “Miss Gui, it’s useless. Even if I get out, what then? My life source has already been destroyed. Even if I barely survive, I won’t last much longer.”

As his words fell, Xiao Mo took a talisman from his robes, bit the tip of his tongue, and used his essence blood as ink, writing swiftly upon it. His strokes moved like dragons and serpents, the characters vivid red.

“I... will send Miss... on her way one last time.”

Xiao Mo pinched that talisman between his fingers and lightly pointed toward the distorted void exit ahead. The talisman suddenly ignited.

The talisman burned away silently at Xiao Mo’s fingertip, transforming into a gentle clear wind that steadily lifted Gui Junmeng and carried her straight into the clouds.

Gui Junmeng wanted to turn back and stand together with Xiao Mo.

But she discovered that, for the moment, she could not break free from this talisman art.

Gui Junmeng could only be wrapped entirely in that gentle wind, carried farther and farther away from Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo raised his head, his gaze passing through the slowly closing void gate until Gui Junmeng’s figure vanished completely. Only then did he let out a long breath in his heart.

Xiao Mo turned around. A Heaven-and-Earth Dharma Form rose behind him, its presence vast as an abyss and heavy as a prison.

The secret realm collapsed faster and faster, and more and more cultivators slowly regained clarity.

They lifted their heads and looked at the world collapsing around them. Realizing that the secret realm was about to cave in completely, and that they would be buried here if they did not escape in time, they no longer cared about chasing any opportunity. They rushed desperately toward the nearest void gate.

However, some cultivators still could not let go of that demon core and clung fiercely to the exit Gui Junmeng had passed through.

Because according to the laws of most secret realms, different exits would transport people to different places in the outside world.

If they wanted that demon core, they had to pass through that gate.

But all these people were suppressed and killed by Xiao Mo with a turn of his hand.

Only Xin Xiao’er seemed to have never cared about the demon core from beginning to end.

In her eyes, there had only ever been Xiao Mo’s life.

Even when she clearly still had a chance to survive, she still chose to bring her blade down on Xiao Mo, trying to complete the task Tushan had given her.

Xiao Mo did not quite understand this kind of persistence from Xin Xiao’er. She seemed to be risking her life a little too desperately.

Xin Xiao’er raised her hand and wiped away the blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. With one step, her figure instantly vanished before Xiao Mo’s eyes, traceless as a ghost.

When Xiao Mo turned his head, he saw that cold, gleaming dagger silently cutting toward his head.

However, the towering Heaven-and-Earth Dharma Form blocked the strike for Xiao Mo in time, and the sharp clang of metal against metal rang out, clear and piercing.

In the next instant, Xin Xiao’er’s figure dispersed into the air once more.

The spiritual power around her began climbing without stop. Behind her, an equally massive Heaven-and-Earth Dharma Form slowly appeared.

But very quickly, that Heaven-and-Earth Dharma Form began shrinking at tremendous speed. In the end, it actually transformed into something like a dazzling golden outer robe, fitting perfectly over Xin Xiao’er’s body without the slightest gap.

Under Xin Xiao’er’s fierce and frenzied assault, Xiao Mo’s towering Heaven-and-Earth Dharma Form gradually could no longer withstand it. Fine cracks appeared across its body.

But Xiao Mo keenly seized a fleeting opportunity. The long rivers of yin and yang abruptly surged, binding Xin Xiao’er firmly in place.

The next instant, Xiao Mo’s Heaven-and-Earth Dharma Form thrust out a giant hand and tightly gripped Xin Xiao’er in its palm.

Blade qi suddenly erupted around Xin Xiao’er, crisscrossing and screaming through the air as it forcibly shook open the giant hand of Xiao Mo’s Heaven-and-Earth Dharma Form.

Then her entire body transformed into a sharp streak of light, pointing without hesitation straight at Xiao Mo’s brow.

But at that very moment, the sixth-grade flying sword came silently from who knew where and pierced Xin Xiao’er’s heart from behind without a sound.

Xin Xiao’er fell straight from the sky like a bird with broken wings.

Her eyes were still as empty and lifeless as ever, but deep in her mind, scenes from her childhood appeared beyond her control.

When she was little, on the day her biological father dragged her into the street to sell her, a beautiful woman happened to pass by, and her gaze landed on Xin Xiao’er.

The woman stopped, crouched down, and slowly said, “Your natural foundation is not bad. Are you willing to leave with me? I can teach you cultivation, but from now on, your life will be mine.”

Back then, the little girl did not understand what cultivation was, and she was afraid of strangers.

But her father was overjoyed that he had sold his daughter for a good price.

Through the long years that followed, Xin Xiao’er cultivated assassination spell arts day after day, killing one person after another for that woman named Tushan Meng.

From men to women, from humans to demons, from newborn babies who had just come crying into the world to elderly people already in their twilight years—none were spared.

Every day, Xin Xiao’er would remember those innocent people who had died miserably beneath her blade.

Every night, she would toss and turn beneath the silent gazes of those dead souls before finally falling asleep.

And when she woke the next day, she never knew how many more people would die beneath her dagger.

“This life... I give back to you...”

Her voice was extremely soft and faint.

She slowly closed her eyes, and the corner of her mouth curved slightly. There was no pain in that smile, and no regret.

Only a kind of release, as though she had waited too long for this moment.

As though only at this moment had she finally truly come alive.

Her body crashed heavily to the ground, smashing a small mountain peak apart. Broken stones flew everywhere.

She, who no longer had even a trace of breath left, was completely buried beneath countless falling rocks.

That chaotic pile of rubble looked like a nameless tombstone.