Chapter 841: Chapter 841

"This is a bit hard, it hurts my butt," Li Xiaofei muttered as he sat on the Jade Emperor’s throne. His first impression of the seat was thoroughly unimpressed.

In truth, those seats of power so envied by the masses often prioritized imposing dignity and authority above the user's comfort. It was utterly absurd in his view. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽

Closing his eyes, Li Xiaofei replayed in his mind the motions Song Yu had made earlier when she activated the formation. His hands gently brushed along the armrests of the throne. A few moments later—

A faint hum sounded as the light prison within the great hall swiftly disappeared. Little Aunt burst free while Luo Ge also slowly regained consciousness. Her face was filled with confusion as she glanced around, then she instantly tensed up in wary alertness.

At the same time, the group of longsword-wielding black Ruos seemed to finally react, as they surged toward them like a black tidal wave. Little Aunt grabbed Luo Ge and leaped into the air in one motion, arriving by Li Xiaofei’s side in an instant.

"Move! Head straight to Doushuai Palace!" She shouted.

She transformed into a streak of green light as she darted toward the back of Lingxiao Hall. Li Xiaofei called for Black Emperor while grabbing Lin Yi with one hand. He was soon hot on her heels.

The swarm of longsword black Ruo turned into streams of black light as they chased after them in a crazed pursuit. Little Aunt, who was intimately familiar with Heaven’s layout and terrain, moved like a flash of green lightning as she weaved through the white jade corridors behind the hall.

Meanwhile, more longsword-wielding black Ruos, along with all kinds of bizarre, mutated Ruo creatures, began gathering from all directions to cut off their escape.

One hundred and eight bright green leaves spun rapidly around Little Aunt, forming a deadly zone of slaughter that shredded any approaching mutated Ruos the instant they drew near.

Li Xiaofei continued to sweep the Golden-Patterned Soaring Dragon Spear out in relentless arcs. His cultivation and spear technique were both advancing at an astonishing pace. He had entered a state of pure, undistracted combat.

Meanwhile, the Black Emperor followed behind Li Xiaofei, occasionally sneaking a few kills to feed itself, but for the most part, it simply followed, doing as little as possible.

They fought this grueling battle for another hour. The green leaves swirling around Little Aunt had dwindled to seventy-two. Li Xiaofei, too, was feeling deep exhaustion gnawing at his body.

Doushuai Palace was located at the thirty-third heaven, a realm called the Sky of Parted Sorrow. Going through Lingxiao Hall was the shortest route, but short was only relative.

The sky had begun to darken; a new round of darkness was imminent. Li Xiaofei glanced at the black jade stone; the white life force had reached about two-thirds.

"Little Aunt, let me clear the path!" shouted Li Xiaofei as he quickly surged forward.

Little Aunt shook her head and said, "We’re almost there."

Ten minutes later, the number of bright green leaves circling Little Aunt had dropped below thirty-six. The killing field they had created had shrunk to less than a third of its original size. Visible wounds had begun to appear on her body.

Li Xiaofei wasn’t doing much better. The oncoming waves of mutated Ruos were growing stronger and stronger, and they were beginning to pose real danger to both of them.

Just as Li Xiaofei was about to cheat and activate Time Reversal, Little Aunt’s voice rang out, "We’re here."

Li Xiaofei looked up. Several tens of thousands of meters ahead, amidst swirling white clouds and mist, he caught sight of a distant white jade tower that seemed remarkably well-preserved.

Standing about a hundred meters tall, it was shaped like a column, broad at the base and narrowing toward the top. It was divided into thirty-three levels. From afar, it looked as if it had been carved entirely from a single, massive piece of flawless white jade. It was both fantastical and breathtaking.

Only then did Li Xiaofei realize that he hadn’t even noticed when they had left behind the collapsed walls, burning ruins, and shattered palaces. Now, they were surrounded by misty clouds and ethereal fog.

The white jade tower ahead was radiating a bright yet gentle, moist glow. There was a faint, and almost imperceptible trace of crimson shimmer within the white light. It was like the rhythmic pulse of breathing skin, appearing and disappearing.

Doushuai Palace! We finally arrived!

Joy surged in Li Xiaofei’s heart, but his expression grew grave almost immediately. Countless strange, mutated Ruos blocked the path between them and Doushuai Palace. They each had wings, two heads, and four arms. They clustered together like a swarm of white locusts, forming an impenetrable barrier.

Li Xiaofei didn’t hesitate for even a second. He handed Lin Yi to Little Aunt, gripped his spear tightly, and charged straight forward.

When two forces meet on a narrow path, only the brave would prevail. At this point, any extra words were meaningless. Only by carving a bloody path forward could they truly reach Doushuai Palace.

In an instant, the universe was filled with the sounds of savage roars, furious cries, and the clash of battle. These white, winged, two-headed Ruos were even stronger than the longsword-wielding black Ruos.

Moreover, it seemed they had received some kind of command, as they fought even more fanatically. They fearlessly charged forward, forming battle formations in twos and threes. They were determined to completely block Li Xiaofei and his companions, willing to shatter their own bodies rather than allow them to reach Doushuai Palace.

The battle was unimaginably brutal. Li Xiaofei unleashed all his strength without reservation. He wielded the Golden-Patterned Soaring Dragon Spear in his right hand, while he gripped an alchemy furnace in his left.

He crashed through the enemy ranks like a living battering ram. The white two-headed Ruos showed no fear of death, but neither did Li Xiaofei. Relying on the lingering medicinal strength of the Immortal Peach within his body, his tough physique, his incredible regenerative ability, and the strength of his weapons, he fought with raw, brutal force, smashing and slashing his way forward without finesse or hesitation.

He carved a living path through the tide of enemies step by bloody step. The group rapidly closed in on Doushuai Palace.

"Anyone who stands in my way—dies! Aaaah!" Li Xiaofei’s eyes turned blood-red, his entire being consumed by a berserk madness.

Countless white two-headed Ruos were skewered by his spear or crushed to death beneath the alchemy furnace. When they were five thousand meters away from Doushuai Palace, Li Xiaofei was already bathed in blood.

Most of it was Ruo blood, which splattered and sizzled against his skin, corroding his flesh and making him look as if he had been flayed alive. His appearance was grotesque and terrifying. In fact, he now looked even more ferocious than the Ruos themselves.

Another thousand meters closer.

Another thousand meters...

Now, there were less than two thousand meters left to Doushuai Palace. Li Xiaofei had fallen completely into a state of madness. He was like an unstoppable battering ram smashing through the endless flood of white two-headed Ruos, leaving behind a glistening, blood-soaked path.

Little Aunt’s gaze remained locked tightly onto him. The last twenty-one vibrant green leaves circled around her, forming a protective barrier that shielded herself, Luo Ge, Lin Yi, and the Black Emperor.

Thanks to Li Xiaofei, the human battering ram smashing open a path through the battlefield, she did not have to bear much pressure.

Countless emotions surged through her heart as she watched Li Xiaofei’s blood-soaked figure charging forward. This young man's growth had far surpassed even her most optimistic expectations. He had already surpassed her, and had become the true key to the revival of Heaven.

Doushuai Palace was too close now; even the crazed, swarming white two-headed Ruos could no longer pose a mortal threat to Li Xiaofei in such a short time.

We are going to make it!

Her heart swelled with immense joy. As long as they could enter Doushuai Palace and draw the Blood-Drinking Sword, they could change the tide of destiny. But at that very moment, an unexpected change occurred.

A strange, piercing roar echoed across the Thirty-Three Heavens. The entire ruins of Heaven trembled in response. The daylight vanished almost instantly at the speed of light.

As day receded, darkness fell. A streak of silver light shot through the endless distance, arriving in a blink.

Li Xiaofei's body suddenly froze. A silver claw had pierced through his chest, crushing his heart into fragments. Blood dripped from the wound. Li Xiaofei’s life force collapsed rapidly, ebbing away into the void.