Chapter 122: An Absurd Ending
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Teng Xiao was a man obsessed with life. He would do anything to prolong it, even if it meant sacrificing others.
As his spirit power surged, Yu Zhao was overwhelmed by a searing pain. Her face contorted in agony, veins bulging on her forehead as her sea of consciousness threatened to collapse under the immense pressure. The force was unbearable.
“Ahhh!” A silent scream tore from her lips as blood-tinged tears slid down her cheeks.
Just when she thought her mind would shatter completely, a calming blue light appeared within her consciousness. It expanded rapidly, wrapping around her fragile mind, stabilizing it, and pushing back against the overwhelming force.
Her consciousness, which had been on the brink of destruction, suddenly calmed, and in that moment, Teng Xiao’s spirit was forcefully expelled from her mind.
But instead of being enraged, Teng Xiao’s lips curled into a twisted smile.
“So, the Water Spirit Jade is indeed within you,” he sneered.
Without hesitation, Teng Xiao prepared to launch another spiritual attack on Yu Zhao. But before he could act, a flash of white light streaked through the air with a deafening boom, forcing him to stagger back several steps.
Taking advantage of the moment, Yu Zhao broke free from his grasp, collapsing to her knees. The earlier assault on her mind had left her disoriented and weak, barely clinging to consciousness. She was too drained to defend herself any further.
Teng Xiao’s gaze shifted to a large shell that had cracked open in front of him, revealing its contents.
A cold smile played on his lips. “It may have stopped me for a moment, but can it stop me forever? Anyone who dares to interfere with me will die!”
He spread his hand wide, and a black flame ignited in his palm, sending waves of scorching heat through the air. With a swift flick of his wrist, he hurled the flame forward. It transformed into a screeching black phoenix as it shot toward the shell.
The shell, sensing the danger, moved with surprising speed, darting toward Teng Xiao. But he was ready this time.
“You’re courting death!” he roared, his spiritual energy surging as a massive pressure exploded from his body.
The shell, just ten meters away, came to an abrupt halt, unable to move any closer.
Above, the black phoenix descended, its scorching heat intensifying as it neared the shell.
Pop—
At the critical moment, the shell snapped open, and a figure shot out like a blade, slicing through the barrier between them.
Teng Xiao’s eyes widened in shock.
When did that siren sneak into the shell?
But there was no time to think. His body flickered and vanished from the spot.
The old siren’s tail flicked, and with a sharp turn, he darted away, moving faster and faster. Meanwhile, the black phoenix engulfed the shell, filling the air with the acrid stench of burning flesh and the heart-wrenching wail of a baby echoing across the sky.
Tears welled up in the old siren’s eyes, but he did not look back.
Years ago, he had chosen to live in disgrace, hiding in the underwater palace for centuries to preserve the last hope of his tribe. Today, he would finally avenge his people.
Suddenly, a soul-piercing cry rang out, sending invisible sound waves rippling through the air. The ocean churned violently, massive waves crashing and thrashing in response.
For a brief moment, Teng Xiao’s eyes glazed over as a new force bound him in place. He focused his gaze and locked eyes with a pair of blue siren eyes—eyes he had seen countless times before.
But this time, those eyes burned with an unyielding resolve and a grim satisfaction, as if they were about to destroy the world.
A shadow of death loomed over Teng Xiao’s heart.
His eyes widened in terror, and he opened his mouth to speak, but the old siren didn’t give him a chance. With a feral grin, the old siren unleashed a wild surge of energy from deep within.
Boom!
A deafening explosion shook the heavens and the earth, throwing Yu Zhao back by the shockwave, her body tumbling across the ground.
Thud!
She collided with a protruding rock, the impact clearing her mind slightly.
The old siren had self-destructed to save her.
Yu Zhao bit her lip and used the rock to pull herself upright. She stared in the direction of the explosion.
All she could see was a thick mist of blood, obscuring everything.
As the black phoenix disintegrated, a charred, unidentifiable object plummeted from the sky, leaving behind a mournful cry that echoed through the air. Despite her nausea, Yu Zhao quickly channeled her remaining spiritual energy to catch the falling object and bring it closer.
When she looked at it, she realized it was a scorched shell bead.
Yu Zhao cradled the bead in her hands, an indescribable sorrow weighing heavily on her heart.
“Senior…”
Before she could finish her thought, her head snapped up in alarm.
A tiny figure, resembling Teng Xiao with about ninety percent accuracy, but no larger than a fist, shot out of the blood mist.
Yu Zhao’s scalp prickled with horror as she realized the truth—Teng Xiao wasn’t dead!
The greatest difference between a Nascent Soul cultivator and a Golden Core cultivator was that the former’s golden core had been refined into a nascent soul. As long as the soul remained intact, a Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn’t die, even if their physical body was destroyed.
Teng Xiao was now in this very state. His body had been reduced to a pile of flesh by the old siren’s self-destruction, but his soul remained unharmed.
As soon as he found a suitable body to possess, he would immediately regain his power as a formidable Nascent Soul cultivator.
Yu Zhao’s mind raced as she considered her options. She wondered if there was any way to trap Teng Xiao in the deep sea, but the chances were slim. Even in his current state, Teng Xiao could still escape using his teleportation abilities. There was no way she could keep him here.
Once Teng Xiao recovered, he would undoubtedly return for revenge.
And this time, no one else would sacrifice themselves to save her.
Yu Zhao’s heart sank with the realization, but Teng Xiao’s mood was even darker.
Again!
He had clearly held the upper hand, but in the end, he was the one who had suffered!
Hatred burned within him.
But the current situation didn’t allow him to dwell on unfinished business. Souls were too fragile to remain outside the body for long.
His eyes, filled with venom, locked onto Yu Zhao from across the space between them.
He swore a deadly oath. “Shui Qing Yue, as long as I live, I will never stop hunting you!”
Yu Zhao felt the weight of his intense hatred and her heart sank even further.
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As long as Teng Xiao lived, she would never know peace.
Teng Xiao took one last look at Yu Zhao before turning to leave.
But suddenly, there was a loud splash.
A pale pink tongue shot out of the ocean, aiming straight for Teng Xiao’s nascent soul.
Teng Xiao’s eyes widened in horror as he tried to teleport away, but to his shock, he found that the space around him was locked by an invisible force. He couldn’t open a space rift.
He could only watch in terror as the pink tongue wrapped around his soul and dragged him into the water.
Gurgle—
Bubbles surged from the depths, but soon the ocean returned to its calm state.
Yu Zhao, who had witnessed the entire scene, was still trying to process what had just happened. In the blink of an eye, Teng Xiao had been swallowed whole by some unknown sea creature.
The absurdity of it all left her dazed for a long time.
“Is it… over?” Yu Zhao stared out at the vast, endless sea, her eyes vacant as she muttered to herself.
The exhaustion and dizziness she had been holding back finally overwhelmed her. Her body swayed, and she collapsed backward.
Just before she lost consciousness, her hand tightened around the shell bead, and a single tear, clear as crystal, slipped down her blood-stained cheek.