Chapter 93: Life and Death Evaporate

Hua Yuehong shouted softly and summoned her beautiful jade coffin, releasing a sacred aura that flew toward the stone.

The beautiful jade coffin expanded on its own, glowing with dazzling brilliance as it enveloped the stone. No matter how the stone tried to dodge, it couldn’t escape.

With a crisp clink, the beautiful jade coffin landed atop the skateboard-shaped stone, pinning it firmly.

Hua Yuehong smiled faintly, struggled closer, and withdrew the coffin into her jade hand. Her feet then settled onto the skateboard.

With a whoosh, the gleaming skateboard shot forward, darting swiftly between stone pillars in the chasm toward a specific destination.

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the skateboard carried Hua Yuehong into a cave filled with towering stones. In a shadowy corner, a shimmering light cloud swirled like a dream, its churning runes holding the profound truths of the Great Path.

Hua Yuehong’s eyes lit with awe. As the beautiful jade coffin melted into her body, she radiated divine purity.

“Life and Death Evaporate—this is the secret of transformation.”

Her face grew solemn as she studied the phenomenon.

On the chasm’s opposite side, Bai Ruomei, despite her late-stage Soul Martial cultivation level, trudged with heavy effort.

After half a day of moving only a few hundred zhang, she collapsed to rest.

A faint hissing sound made her tense. Scanning her surroundings, she spotted a dark red giant snake coiled on a boulder, watching her intently.

Bai Ruomei’s heart raced at first—but then confusion replaced fear.

How could a snake exist in this lifeless chasm?

Narrowing her eyes, light waves flickered in her gaze. The snake’s form shifted under her scrutiny, revealing it wasn’t a living creature but a mineral source that had gained sentience through millennia of cultivation.

The giant snake lunged with unnatural agility, attacking.

Trapped by the supergravity field, Bai Ruomei couldn’t dodge. At the critical moment, holy light burst from her forehead—a divine will freezing the snake mid-air.

The creature thudded to the ground, now docile, swaying its head and tail.

Bai Ruomei leaped onto its back and patted its head. The snake sped away, carrying her through the stone forest.

Half an hour later, they reached an icy underground cave. Frost crusted the walls, and a cold spring bubbled at its heart. There, a sacred flower bloomed—woven from runes, radiating eternal light.

A faint mark glimmered on Bai Ruomei’s forehead as she whispered in wonder:

“Water births life, creation unbound. This is the cradle of vitality.”

Overjoyed at this Fortuitous Encounter, she approached the spring, drawn by the flower’s holy glow.

Meanwhile, a silver-haired man cloaked in shimmering light stood atop a boulder. His gaze fixed on the chasm’s central peak dozens of miles away.

He sprang like a leopard. The boulder beneath him exploded as he surged forward with lightning speed, each leap shaking the earth and pulverizing stone to dust.

Reaching the peak, he slammed down from the sky. The massive stone shattered instantly into powder.

With a sweep of his left hand, the dust parted to expose a deep pit. Inside, a black light cloud writhed—its runes morphing into blades, spears, towers, and banners, all seething with destruction.

“Life and Death Evaporate; this is exactly what I want—destruction and rebirth, breaking through to rebuild.”

The silver-haired man’s voice dripped with arrogance as he leaped into the Deep Pit. The black light cloud swallowed his form while blades, spears, axes, towers, and banners assaulted him from all sides.

Fighting desperately, the silver-haired man sought rebirth through annihilation, striving for reincarnation through nirvana’s trials.

Cheng Lingyu encountered no fortuitous encounters but witnessed peculiar events. When Hua Yuehong touched the illusion’s secret, the mid-air palace shifted. A faint light beam struck precisely where she gained her opportunity.

Later, as Bai Ruomei discovered the cold spring in an underground cave, another light shot forth—noticed again by Cheng Lingyu. When the silver-haired man entered the pit, a third beam revealed all three’s positions to Cheng Lingyu, confirming their gained advantages.

Perched on a rock, Cheng Lingyu calculated the final chance’s location. Skilled in formations and basic divination, he deduced it must lie near him.

After an hour’s search across miles, he spotted odd stone piles. From afar, their hexagonal arrangement resembled a crude altar exuding ancient strangeness.

Circling the six piles revealed nothing. Doubting himself, he stood at their center—still nothing. Exhausted by the supergravity field, he lay down.

His Dreamless Technique worked instantly. As he slept, time flowed unseen.

A disturbance shook Hua Yuehong’s direction—the palace withdrew its light, signaling her completion of the illusion legacy. Soon after, Bai Ruomei’s light vanished as she mastered life’s mystery.

The silver-haired man still battled annihilation’s deadly trial.

When both women soared into the rotating palace, the Sun God Tablet blazed. Divine lights reshaped the chasm as stone peaks crumbled. Energy surged toward the altar as grand talismans materialized—towers, bells, swords—while sounds of the Great Dao echoed.

The central area remained untouched, but elsewhere, stone mountains flattened into dust. The chasm’s buried elemental energy ignited the six stones with hellfire, forming a purple-tinged “death” character.

This dark energy “death” siphoned all surrounding power, drifting toward Cheng Lingyu. Its corrosive force shattered spacetime before contact.

Unaware, Cheng Lingyu’s body autonomously absorbed the black death light. Purple flashed—the “death” seared his clothes away, leaving a lightning-like chest scar.

His trembling body reacted violently despite his dreamless state. Once immune to blades and poison, he now struggled against this corrosive assault.

The “death” struck again. Blood seeped from his seven orifices as his body shuddered, nearing collapse.