Chapter 99: The Strongest Saint-rank
One minute earlier, at the Ice Shield Palace defensive line—
At the very top of the palace, a green-haired girl scanned the distant sky, as if searching for something.
A moment later, her gaze settled on a powerful life force at the edge of the Wind Valley.
The Tyrant Demon Seed was there.
Swish!
The green spirit energy swirling around the girl dissipated, the aura of the Misty Heart Lotus fading. Then, a cherry-blossom pink hue washed over her hair.
Like a magical girl transformation, her shimmering green hair instantly turned a vibrant pink.
At the same time, a flower bloomed.
A beautiful, delicate cherry blossom, more like a sword than a flower, appeared beside her.
The small flower stretched languidly, swaying gently, as if enjoying the moment.
The moment the pink cherry blossom sword appeared, the girl’s face turned pale, her body weakened, as if all her energy had been drained.
Enduring the dizziness and pain, she pointed towards the Wind Valley, then brought her fingers to her head, mimicking rabbit ears.
“Poo, poo, poo, poo, poo” (A sound of amusement, like a human giggling)
The little flower covered its… mouth… with a petal and giggled, a sound like a human passing gas.
Although her actions seemed frivolous, no one at the Ice Shield Palace defensive line was in any state to judge. A terrifying, overwhelming aura, radiating for miles, had knocked all the Spirit Masters below the Dead Sea Stage unconscious.
This was the true power of a Saint-rank spirit beast, the Seven-Foot Sword Princess Flower!
The little flower’s petals straightened, pointing towards the sky, and a magnificent, seven-foot-long, cherry blossom-colored sword slowly emerged from its center.
The petals closed around the blade, resembling an arrow more than a sword…
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The next second, a pink comet shot towards the sky at an impossible speed, tearing through the hurricane and vanishing into the distance.
The palace tower, unable to withstand the recoil, crumbled into ruins.
Edge of the Wind Valley
The pink comet streaked across the sky, the sonic boom echoing through the valley, the air distorting, the mountains trembling.
A blurry sword, enveloped in cherry blossom petals, filled the silver rabbit’s widening, bloodshot eyes, its terrifying sword intent piercing its gaze.
Swish!!!!
Before it could react, the falling sword struck the kneeling silver rabbit head-on.
The illusory sword pierced its body. The rabbit turned its head, looking for injuries, but found none. There wasn’t a single scratch on its skin.
The next second, its world shattered—
Its vision fragmented, sliced by pink lines.
Not just its vision, but its very existence began to unravel.
Like a shattered mirror, shimmering cherry blossom cuts flickered in the air around it, as if space itself was being torn apart.
The sword cuts didn’t disappear, but remained suspended in the air, embedded in the rabbit’s body, a gruesome sight.
Flash, flash, flash, flash, flash!!!
Finally, the countless cherry blossom sword energies erupted simultaneously, and the silver rabbit’s body exploded.
Cherry blossoms scattered, blood and flesh flew.
A bloody rain fell, drenching the abyss, painting the chasm crimson.
Completely unexpected. The invincible Tyrant Demon Seed, defeated by a single strike from the Seven-Foot Sword Princess Flower!
Witnessing this entire scene, Gong Lianyue’s heart pounded. So this was a battle between Saint-ranks…
What had the Wrathful Saintess done? Could the Misty Heart Lotus, a support-type spirit beast, unleash such a powerful attack?
Regardless, the two of them, working together, had defeated an offensive Saint-rank spirit beast!
The silver rabbit, its body destroyed, was dead, leaving behind only a shimmering, silver life core, floating and rotating gently in the air.
The Tyrant Demon Seed’s life core!
Gong Lianyue had expected Luo Kuxin to rush forward and claim it, but the green-haired girl simply stared at the core, her eyes filled with dread.
Around the core, a grating, whirring sound, like a loom, echoed as silver fur materialized.
As the two girls watched in despair, more than ten identical silver rabbits emerged from the void.
Their fur, physique, eyes, and auras were all exactly the same.
This wasn’t the Tyrant Demon Seed’s true form, but a mere puppet, a disposable toy.
They had exhausted all their strength, all their trump cards, even pushing their spirit beasts to the brink of death, only to defeat… a single clone of the Tyrant Demon Seed…
Luo Kuxin stared at the silver core, then at the Sorrowful Saintess, a strange sense of familiarity washing over her.
“So, even now, you’re not going to reveal your true power?”
“…”
Hearing the Wrathful Saintess’s sarcastic tone, Gong Lianyue remained silent, resigned to her fate.
However, just as she was composing her last words, the silver rabbits suddenly froze.
Motionless, their life force dimming.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!!
Suddenly, the rabbits exploded, their flesh and blood converging into a single, dense blood sphere.
The sphere expanded rapidly, growing to the size of a house, then covered itself in a layer of silver fur.
Floating in the air, the silver, furry sphere pulsed gently, like a giant, fluffy rabbit tail.
“…”
“Whoosh!”
The next second, as the two girls watched in disbelief, a delicate, white arm emerged from within the sphere, followed by a long, shapely leg.
Finally, a silver-haired woman, covered in a white, viscous fluid, was… expelled from the rabbit tail, two soft, fluffy rabbit ears twitching adorably on her head.
The silver-haired, rabbit-eared woman slowly raised her head, her body barely covered by a few strands of fur.
Her figure was perfect, her beauty captivating even by human standards, a bewitching, otherworldly allure. The only unusual feature was—
The massive rabbit tail, larger than a house, swaying gently behind her, as if she were carrying a building on her back…
The silver-haired woman straightened, her vacant eyes colder than a god’s, looking down at the two girls as if they were insects.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
A terrifying pressure erupted, a wave of despairing aura sweeping outwards, the air itself cracking.
A violent Saint-rank aura instantly suppressed everything in sight. This was the Tyrant Demon Seed’s true form.
Pushed back by the silver-haired rabbit woman’s chilling aura, although she hadn’t even moved, Gong Lianyue felt her heart pounding, a sensation likely shared by Luo Kuxin beside her.
Her vision dimmed, a sense of despairing helplessness overwhelming all other emotions…
This was… beyond comprehension. The surrounding aura had completely transformed.
The Swallow God hadn’t been lying. No one would willingly face this being twice.
What had driven them to the brink of despair before had been merely a clone. Now, facing its true form, Gong Lianyue felt true despair.
Not just herself, powerless, but even the Wrathful Saintess and the Swallow God, who had reached the Dead Sea Stage, even with their access to a fraction of Saint-rank power, couldn’t possibly defeat a wild Saint-rank spirit beast at its full strength.
This Wind Realm Gatekeeper, the Tyrant Demon Seed, was undoubtedly the strongest Saint-rank they had ever encountered!!!
Chapter 100: Saint-Rank Contract!!!
Having encountered the Tyrant Demon Seed just before entering the Storm Realm, and after exhausting all their strength to defeat it, they discovered it had merely been the first phase of the boss battle.
The despair they faced now was even more profound, any resistance futile…
As the silver-haired rabbit woman revealed her true form, a terrifying, oppressive aura filled the valley, making it difficult to even breathe.
The surrounding air distorted into a chaotic storm of spirit energy, a crushing weight pressing down on their minds.
“It’s useless. We can’t defeat this thing. Let’s escape and find another way,” Luo Kuxin said, a bitter smile on her face.
Having just contracted the Seven-Foot Sword Princess Flower, she seemed to have overestimated her own strength, humbled by this harsh reality check.
If the Sword Princess Flower were still wild and uncontracted, it might have been able to exchange a few blows with this monster. But with her current meager spirit energy, she could barely unleash a single attack before being drained, unable to access its true Saint-rank power.
Escape…?
Gong Lianyue didn’t react, not even a flicker in her cold, indifferent eyes.
She didn’t know what gave Luo Kuxin the confidence to even consider escape, but under the silver rabbit woman’s gaze, she could barely even breathe, on the verge of suffocating.
Any sudden movement, and they would explode like balloons, their deaths swift and meaningless.
The silver-eyed rabbit woman, her massive tail swaying behind her, finally moved, her gaze fixed on the two motionless girls.
Creak—
A sickening crunch echoed as the rabbit woman’s muscles tensed, her body bending slightly under the weight of her massive tail.
She crouched down, the muscles in her slender legs bulging, swelling to several times their normal size. The crescent moon patterns on her inner thighs glowed, almost sparking against the air.
Her body, honed and tempered to perfection, her legs like sculpted marble, their density incredible.
Boom!!
The next second, the rabbit woman vanished, the ground beneath her feet pulverized.
Like a white meteor, she streaked across the sky, the terrifying impact echoing through the valley.
“Ugh!”
Luo Kuxin, caught completely off guard, her eyes bulging, her body arching like a shrimp, was struck.
The rabbit woman’s powerful kick, delivered with a deceptively soft yet incredibly dense leg, sent the green-haired girl flying, her body exploding in a shower of gore.
Luo Kuxin died instantly. Gong Lianyue’s gaze, however, was still fixed on the spot where the rabbit woman had been standing a moment ago, her mind unable to process the terrifying speed.
Planting her foot firmly on the ground to stop her momentum, the silver rabbit woman, without pausing, spun around and kicked the blue-haired girl in the face.
Bang!
Just as the blow was about to land, a purple star-shaped barrier materialized, shielding the girl.
A powerful shockwave rippled outwards, and Gong Lianyue was sent flying like a rag doll, tumbling across the ground before collapsing at the edge of the chasm.
She shook her head groggily, her vision blurry, unsure of what had just happened.
The spot where she had been standing was now a crater, the ground shattered for hundreds of meters.
It seemed the kick had missed…
The silver rabbit woman didn’t pursue, but looked up at the sky, seemingly admiring her own power.
Unlike the Wrathful Saintess and the Swallow God, who merely played with borrowed Saint-rank power, this was true Saint-rank might, a force of nature, a world-destroying beast!
“I’m dying. Please take my ashes back to the Ice Shield Palace.”
A weak voice came from below.
A faint, glowing green figure emerged from the ground, its expression pitiful.
Gong Lianyue was speechless. Who would believe that? This probably wasn’t even her real body!
Besides, she couldn’t even escape herself. How was she supposed to carry someone’s ashes back?
Exhaling deeply, Gong Lianyue’s heart calmed, her ice-blue, teardrop eyes returning to normal.
“Seventeen seconds…” she said.
“What?”
“If I’m still alive in seventeen seconds, we can escape!!”
Hearing the specific number, Luo Kuxin paused. Why seventeen?
She herself had said “one minute,” but had actually meant 64 seconds. What was the significance of this precise number?
Click—
Suddenly, the blue-haired girl’s teardrop eyes flipped over like mirrors, revealing a spinning, ice-blue stopwatch.
Her eye socket the face of the watch, her pupil the hand, slowly ticking backwards.
This wasn’t the usual sideways rotation, but a complete flip, revealing the back of her iris…
The back of the Sorrowful Saintess’s eyes… was a stopwatch!
And it was about to reach a specific time.
This stopwatch within her eyes had been ticking for a long, long time, counting down to this precise moment.
What would happen in seventeen seconds?
Luo Kuxin stared at Gong Lianyue, then her green eyes widened in sudden realization.
At the same time, the silver rabbit woman, seemingly having recovered, stretched casually. Her slender, white legs bent, her muscles tensing and bulging, a white aura swirling around her.
The same move as before. Impossible to dodge, a guaranteed kill.
Facing death, Gong Lianyue’s expression remained calm. She slowly pulled out an exquisite wooden box from the void.
[Blazing Soul Grass]
Without even looking, she opened the box, grabbed the blood-red herb inside, and shoved it into her mouth, a surge of potent spirit energy rushing through her body.
The silver rabbit woman’s leg was now coiled like a spring about to unleash its devastating power, the white aura at her heel intensifying.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Just as the rabbit woman launched herself forward, a strange sound echoed in their minds.
With a whoosh, at the very last moment, both Gong Lianyue and the Wrathful Saintess vanished.
[Soul Prison Trial, Session 217]
[Soul Prison Trial, Third Level: The Dark Ages]
Within the foul-smelling, oppressive cell, the blue-haired, teardrop-eyed girl sat in meditation, cultivating.
Trapped in this pig-infested prison, she had given up on everything, focusing solely on absorbing the Blazing Soul Grass’s spirit energy.
Facing death in the real world, what did her Soul Prison Trial qualifications even matter?
Whether due to the Blazing Soul Grass’s effect or the Dual Soul Body sensing her predicament, instead of simply absorbing the elixir’s energy, her soul cores began to release their own stored spirit energy, further accelerating her cultivation.
As the spirit energy surged through her, the two soul cores gradually dimmed, like sinking into a dark, lifeless abyss.
Sinking into the Dead Sea, giving birth to Samsara.
Illumination, Dawn and Dusk, Dead Sea. Gong Lianyue was pushing towards the third stage.
For most Spirit Masters, the Dead Sea Stage wasn’t particularly significant, merely a quantitative increase in spirit energy compared to the Dawn and Dusk Stage, not a qualitative one.
Only for Saint-rank Spirit Masters did the massive spirit energy reserves of the Dead Sea Stage allow them to access a fraction of their Saint-rank power…
Gong Lianyue wasn’t a Saint-rank Spirit Master, but she had a reason to reach the Dead Sea Stage, a reason related to this Soul Prison Trial.
“Sigh…”
The girl with seven stars on her face sighed. It seemed Her Highness was facing some trouble in the real world.
Entering the trial and immediately starting to cultivate without a word… what could be more important than the Soul Prison Trial?
Whatever, she had learned many powerful spirit techniques after returning last week. She would definitely protect Her Highness from these pig-men!
The Blazing Soul Grass’s potent energy, like a raging fire, exploded within Gong Lianyue’s soul cores. Her face turned pale, but her consciousness grew colder and heavier, sinking into a dark, despairing sea.
Whoosh~~~~
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of flowing water echoed.
As Gong Lianyue’s consciousness returned and her eyes opened, a torrent of spirit energy, like a tidal wave, erupted from her cores, washing over the darkness.
A beautiful, shimmering purple sea of stars appeared, while in the distant, black void, an endless aura of death lingered.
Her soul transformed into a sea, her spirit energy increasing tenfold. This was the sign of reaching the Dead Sea Stage.
The Sorrowful Saintess, sinking into the Dead Sea!!!
“I’ll leave the rest to you…”
Gong Lianyue exhaled, a sense of relief washing over her, as a frosty white core materialized in her soul’s sea, held gently in her hand.
[Soul Prison Trial, Session 217, concluded.]
As the voice echoed in her mind, Luo Kuxin, prepared, immediately opened her eyes.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
At the same time, a white streak, like a beam of light, tore through the valley, a deafening roar echoing for miles.
The Tyrant Demon Seed, its power earth-shattering, unleashed a devastating kick. Although it felt the impact, it hadn’t connected.
With its strength, this was impossible.
As the dust settled, the silver rabbit woman’s cold expression shifted to shock.
A massive ice coffin had appeared before her, a chilling aura emanating from the crack in its lid, completely unharmed by her attack.
The blue-haired girl was frozen within a dreamlike purple crystal, her legs drawn up, like a sleeping beauty.
To the girl’s right, a mysterious purple, elemental, female figure floated, its translucent body shimmering with star-like patterns.
And to her left, a beautiful Snow Woman in a shroud-like robe, her long hair swirling, her hands weaving threads of energy, radiated an icy aura.
In a single second, the world had changed.
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