Chapter 303: Supreme Bone
Chapter 303: Supreme Bone
Mid-air, three Second Stage of Spirit Martial experts battling Blood River True Monarch noticed the situation below. They abandoned their fight and charged toward Qiu Yu, intending to confront her together.
Qiu Yu seemed different today—beyond her usual coldness, she carried an indefinable aura.
The three Heavenly Palace Spirit Masters descended with overwhelming power, yet their attacks passed through Qiu Yu as if striking empty air.
A faint glow flashed as Qiu Yu split into two figures—one black, one white—shadowy duplicates mirroring each other.
The Spirit Masters’ devastating attacks could shatter mountains and tear through the void itself. Yet the black-and-white Qiu Yu drifted like ghosts, alternating between tangible and ethereal. Her delicate jade fingers pierced the air with lethal precision, claiming a Spirit Master’s life with each strike.
Her movements blended cruel elegance and serene lethality—unlike anything ordinary, yet unforgettable.
A turn, a glance, a wave of her hand. In those fleeting moments, the three Heavenly Palace Spirit Masters vanished.
Hua Yuehong stood stunned. Hu Yuer gaped at Qiu Yu, admiration shining in her eyes.
Cheng Lingyu’s injuries had improved after taking spiritual herbs. He knew Qiu Yu hailed from Mingmo Ridge, but never imagined her killings could be both graceful and terrifying.
Divine Xiu Spirit Master nearly went mad. Cheng Lingyu had slain two holy sons, while Qiu Yu killed four Spirit Masters. The Heavenly Palace faced utter defeat.
“Did you kill Tian Yi and Fang Mu?” Wan Fang demanded, glaring at Divine Xiu Spirit Master.
“Yes,” he admitted, already resigned to his fate.
Feixue spat, “Cowardly backstabber—die!”
“Try it!” Divine Xiu Spirit Master snarled, spreading his towering wings as he lunged at Feixue and Wan Fang.
Qiu Yu materialized before Feixue with a cold laugh. Her delicate jade finger pointed, igniting the fabric of time and space.
Her power now dwarfed her previous strength—something Feixue and Wan Fang couldn’t fathom, though they had no time to question.
Divine Xiu Spirit Master roared, mustering all his strength to counter. But his efforts proved futile.
A thunderous explosion ripped through the sky. Space crumbled outward from Qiu Yu’s fingertip, annihilating everything in its wake. No creature could withstand such force.
This surpassed even a Third Stage of Spirit Martial expert’s endurance. Like Cold Xiu Spirit Master before him, Divine Xiu Spirit Master burst into fragments, his soul shattering.
Qiu Yu’s gaze sharpened. Her thought sword—a lightning-fast mental blade—ensnared the remnants of his soul, tearing it to nothingness.
As Hua Yuehong tried fleeing, Hu Yuer blocked her path.
“Eliminate the Heavenly Palace remnants,” Feixue declared coldly.
Qiu Yu stopped her, staring at the beautiful jade coffin above Hua Yuehong’s head with conflicted eyes.
“Show yourself,” Qiu Yu commanded the sky, then reached toward Hua Yuehong. Her jade hand radiated power enough to kill even Third Stage Spirit Martial experts.
White strands materialized in the void—hair transforming into a silken force that repelled Qiu Yu’s strike and whisked Hua Yuehong away.
Feixue barked, “Who’s there? Reveal yourself!”
Wan Fang frowned slightly and said gravely, “It’s Yang Yan.”
Before his words faded, a figure materialized mid-air, its silver hair gleaming conspicuously – the same Yang Yan who had previously seized the Frozen Heart Blood Jade Lotus.
Hua Yuehong stood beside Yang Yan, visibly agitated.
Bai Ruomei of the Heavenly Fire Sect gasped upon seeing Yang Yan, immediately darting to his side.
“You… you came.”
Yang Yan gazed at Bai Ruomei, his lips curving into a mesmerizing smile as he tenderly stroked her hair with gentle eyes.
Hua Yuehong snorted discontentedly. Her longstanding rivalry with Bai Ruomei stemmed entirely from this silver-haired man.
Yang Yan soothingly stroked both women’s hair, calming their turbulent emotions.
Azure Sky Dragon of the Heavenly Fire Sect glared furiously, barely restraining himself from attacking Yang Yan.
Cheng Lingyu observed the trio with complicated eyes, having partially deduced their relationships unknown to others.
Hu Yuer retreated to Cheng Lingyu’s side, whispering urgently, “What’s happening?”
“Explanation later,” Cheng Lingyu murmured. “First brief me on current developments.”
On the island, experts from Jiu Yang Sacred Palace, Tianlei Sacred Church, Heavenly Fire Sect, and Shanhua Alliance exchanged astonished glances. The formidable Qiu Yu already posed enough challenge, yet now this silver-haired man appeared – the situation had escalated dramatically.
Qiu Yu stared coldly at Yang Yan.
Yang Yan addressed Cheng Lingyu dispassionately: “You’re surprisingly hard to kill.”
“In Life and Death Evaporate,” Cheng Lingyu countered, “I claimed Death while you took Evaporate. Dying doesn’t come easily to me.”
Hua Yuehong sneered, “You’re unworthy to compare with him!”
“Back in Yunyang City,” Cheng Lingyu retorted, “they said I couldn’t measure up to Mo Wuxie – until he turned foolish. Later in Guishun Valley, same with Yu Feilong – now he’s dead by my hand. How long will your current choice survive?”
“Outrageous!” Hua Yuehong snapped.
Bai Ruomei glared daggers. “Cheng Lingyu! Seeking death?”
“Who’ll die first remains unclear,” Cheng Lingyu shot back.
Yang Yan stated frostily, “I could end you now.”
Qiu Yu stepped forward. “Try it then.”
Spiritual patterns erupted around Qiu Yu as black-and-white light coalesced into divine demons kneeling in worship, radiating Holy Demon light.
Yang Yan’s eyes narrowed, scrutinizing Qiu Yu. “You sealed your cultivation level before. Released it now?”
“Does it matter?” Qiu Yu’s icy retort left Yang Yan visibly discomfited.
“Be cautious,” Hua Yuehong warned nervously, recalling Qiu Yu’s terrifying speed when slaying Heavenly Palace’s Spirit Masters.
Yang Yan maintained composure despite knowing Qiu Yu’s capabilities from past encounters.
Suddenly, peculiar energy fluctuations emanated from the cave entrance, drawing everyone’s attention.
“The situation has changed. Hurry inside and check!”
The Daoist of the Three Suns from Jiu Yang Sacred Palace flashed into the cave first.
The other experts followed, ignoring the battle between Qiu Yu and Yang Yan. The cave’s secrets mattered most.
Yang Yan smirked coldly, pulling Bai Ruomei and Hua Yuehong into the cave entrance instead of confronting Qiu Yu.
“Let’s go too.”
Wan Fang grabbed Cheng Lingyu’s arm and led the way. Feixue and Hu Yuer trailed Qiu Yu as the five vanished into the cave.
Mid-air, screams echoed as six Spirit Masters faced three Blood River True Monarchs and three beasts. They were no match for their opponents.
Inside, Shui Yingyue, Ye Anlan, and Yunxiu had worked hard to break the seals on the man in splendid attire. Most were undone, waking him. His body now glowed fiercely.
Experts from various forces watched the man, their expressions mixed.
Cheng Lingyu, entering for the first time, glanced between the man and the red orb, filled with curiosity.
Hu Yuer stood beside him, whispering about earlier events.
Yang Yan studied the man, his handsome face furrowed as he stared at the glowing Supreme Bone on the man’s forehead.
“The Supreme Bone… Is this the Xuan Star Saint’s legacy?”
Bai Ruomei nodded. “Likely.”
Hua Yuehong gazed at the red orb. “What could seal both him and the Supreme Bone?”
Yang Yan’s eyes burned as he looked at the orb. “That is…”
The Heavenly Fire Sect’s Silver Feather Spirit Master pressed, “What?”
Yang Yan stayed silent, uncertain.
Cheng Lingyu pulled his hand from Wan Fang’s grip. “Enough, elder brother. I’m healed.”
Wan Fang smiled, relieved. His healing had cured Cheng Lingyu’s internal injuries.
As Cheng Lingyu stepped forward, his scroll shone with golden light, stirring to life.
“It’s a dragon-shaped jade hook.”
His dreamy eyes reflected the crimson hook within the orb.
Everyone turned to him, shocked. Even Yang Yan hadn’t seen through the orb—how could Cheng Lingyu?
Dongfang Hong demanded, “Are you sure?”
Cheng Lingyu smirked. “Does it matter? What I say doesn’t concern you.”
“Don’t get arrogant!”
“Arrogant? When Yu Feilong and Li Moru tried to kill me, you all watched, hoping I’d die.”
Dongfang Hong sputtered angrily, but Cheng Lingyu ignored him, studying the man and the three women.
In the ancient ruin, Cheng Lingyu had obtained a scroll depicting a woman of unparalleled grace. Her link to the Xuan Star Saint remained unclear. The scroll clashed with the three female saints’ Holy Artifacts, hinting at a complex history.
Qiu Yu observed the Supreme Bone, where spiritual patterns and runes wove into a miraculous phenomenon.