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Chapter 308: Where Inaction Bears Form, Form Becomes Void
Chapter 308: Where Inaction Bears Form, Form Becomes Void
The moment the words faded, the Soul Ravener opened its gaping maw. A tongue like a scarlet torrent unfurled within its bloody jaws, while jagged, ivory fangs gleamed like skeletal remains. A piercing shriek erupted, as if countless damned souls had cried out in unison.
Boom!
Silence shattered. A terrifying radiance of divine ability struck Lv Yang’s Spirit Sea, sending violent tremors through its depths. Golden light flared, encasing his divine consciousness in a protective cocoon—Adamantine Sovereign! This innate technique was a life-saving marvel, shielding even his Spirit Sea from harm, impervious to axes or blades.
Yet the Soul Ravener’s power far surpassed Lv Yang’s. Crafted by Ang Xiao, it was a late-stage Foundation Building True Monarch’s creation. The golden light of Adamantine Sovereign shattered under the Soul Ravener’s shriek, its sonic waves reverberating through Lv Yang’s Spirit Sea. They tore through his consciousness, shattering memories, unraveling his very essence into chaos before the howl finally ceased.
But in the next breath—
“Hn?”
A golden streak erupted. Before the Soul Ravener could react, a sword beam erupted from the ruins of the Spirit Sea, cleaving toward it.
“Still alive?!”
The Soul Ravener barely parried, only to watch its dharma body dissolve like melting ice under the sword’s light—Armaments Sovereign! Lv Yang had never entrusted his Tribulation Tempest Blade to a clone. This was the “Revolution” essence of Armaments Sovereign, a force of transformation. Revolution meant change: turning gold to iron, iron to dust. Under its influence, the Soul Ravener’s ethereal form grew leaden, its once-insubstantial consciousness hardening into something metallic, tangible.
“Impossible!” it roared, bewildered. “His Spirit Sea shattered under my Li Yin Howl. How can he still fight?!”
The answer was simple.
‘The clone’s Spirit Sea is broken. So what? As long as the Golden String Puppet endures, I can force it to battle!’
Yet inwardly, Lv Yang cursed. ‘Where’s Hong Ju? Where’s True Monarch Qingcheng Feixue? Why hasn’t anyone intervened? This monster’s invading my Spirit Sea—don’t they see it?!’
“No allies here,” the Soul Ravener seemed to read his thoughts, sneering. “Since awakening, I’ve spread the Wo Jiao Stone. Here, a thousand years is but a breath. Perhaps someone has tried to save you, but before they succeed, you’ll waste away, your mind crumbling from solitude.”
Lv Yang’s gaze, however, burned not with fear, but greed.
‘Another divine ability… Time condensed into an instant. This targets the soul itself. Could this be… the Underworld path?!’
The Soul Ravener’s existence was unprecedented. Its power felt eerily familiar—like an Immortal Spirit. ‘Could the Underworld birth an Immortal Spirit too? If so… could I harness it? An empty-fruit nascent soul… This might be my path to supremacy!’
But he quickly tempered his excitement. ‘Not so fast. This thing is Ang Xiao’s failsafe inside Yushuzhen. Not naturally born. The Underworld’s mysteries remain unclear.’
As for the Soul Ravener’s threats, he dismissed them. A thousand years in a breath? Easy. He severed the clone’s Golden String link, waited a breath, then reconnected.
Boom!
Hong Ju struck. In truth, she’d acted the moment the Soul Ravener appeared, but its time-altering ability had stretched that instant into eternity. Now, freed from the clone’s shattered Spirit Sea, Lv Yang reclaimed control—just in time to see Qingcheng Feixue’s fist slam into the Soul Ravener, tearing it from the clone’s consciousness.
Damage absorbed. The clone was gone. Lv Yang himself—unscathed.
Watching from the shadows, Ang Xiao sighed. ‘So, the Daoist friend won’t act?’
The Soul Ravener’s survival meant the ally had chosen retreat, surrendering the Primordial Dao Aberration rather than expose their identity. If Lv Yang could hear him, he’d groan: ‘I didn’t want to let it live. I just couldn’t win!’
Then, a vast force descended—True Monarch Qingcheng Feixue, finally intervening from the Overseas Dominion. The Soul Ravener’s uniqueness had piqued her interest.
Yet Ang Xiao remained unimpressed. The Soul Ravener was merely a pawn, infused with Underworld energy to draw attention. Its true purpose? To divert focus while he activated Veil of Cognition, hiding the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner as it silently absorbed the Primordial Dao Aberration.
“Primordial Dao Aberration… mine.”
Silence fell. An invisible veil spread, clouding minds, dulling senses. The banner’s absorption of the Dao Aberration proceeded unnoticed by all—except Lv Yang.
The Veil masked the clone, but through the Golden String Puppet, Lv Yang saw it all. Yet powerless to act.
“Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner!” he shouted, his warning muffled. None heard.
‘Last life… he stole the Chongguang Dao Aberration under the True Monarchs’ noses the same way. Facing True Monarchs, he couldn’t conjure illusions from nothing. He needed distractions—last time, war. This time, that monster. A fishing lure. As long as Qingcheng Feixue bites, he slips away, unseen.’
“Cunning bastard…”
The Primordial Dao Aberration had been his prize. He’d hoped to refine it into a divine ability with the Primordial True Sage’s Golden Nature. Now, it slipped away.
Then—
“Crack!”
A sharp snap shattered the Veil, its barrier dispelled!
“Who dares?!” Qingcheng Feixue’s thunderous voice rang out, her divine consciousness locking onto Ang Xiao.
The ritual was complete. Yet Ang Xiao stiffened, eyes narrowing at the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner in his grip.
‘So heavy…!’
The banner—once mundane—had changed.
A calm voice drifted through the void:
“When illusions masquerade as truth, even presence becomes absence.”
“Mu Changsheng left the ‘Endless Heaven’ here, as legacy for future generations.”
Ang Xiao’s composure cracked. That voice—
“Primordial True Sage… Mu Changsheng?!”
In an instant, he understood. The banner’s weight… was the weight of a Fruit Position.
The Sage, long thought to have failed his quest for the “empty fruit,” had instead succeeded—his death a ruse.
“He truly succeeded!”
(End of Chapter)
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