Chapter 843: Chapter 843

The combat prowess of the sub-primal Ruo had already been vividly displayed during the earlier battle at the Peach Garden. With her strength nearly depleted, Little Aunt, despite wielding the Eight Trigrams Furnace, was no longer certain she had the ability to defeat it.

The Black Emperor let out a thunderous roar and leaped forward to battle the sub-primal Ruo. However, the fight quickly turned against it. The creature’s four powerful arms grabbed hold of its mane and slammed the Black Emperor to the ground. There remained a clear gap in strength between the two.

In desperation, Little Aunt burned her blood essence and struck the Eight Trigrams Furnace, sending its energy to aid the Black Emperor in battle.

Suddenly, Luo Ge grabbed Tan Qingying’s arm and said, “Transfer it to me.”

Tan Qingying looked at her in surprise.

Luo Ge continued, “Transfer her injuries to me.”

She had long known that Tan Qingying possessed the ability to transmute life and death, an art that allowed her to shift Little Aunt’s wounds and burdens onto another person. Luo Ge was willing to bear the injuries in her place. It was the only thing she could do now.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Tan Qingying nodded and placed one hand gently on Little Aunt’s back, while the other grasped Luo Ge’s wrist. The transference of injuries began.

Luo Ge let out a muffled groan, and blood immediately spilled from the corner of her lips. Yet she didn’t resist in the slightest. Instead, she channeled all her strength to endure it.

Tan Qingying carefully controlled the amount being transferred, ensuring that Luo Ge’s life wouldn’t be endangered. At the same time, she also began to shoulder part of Little Aunt’s pain herself.

Though Little Aunt was aware of what they were doing, she had no time to react. She could only focus on striking with the Eight Trigrams Furnace. A strange, multicolored sonic wave erupted from it, blasting straight toward the sub-primal Ruo.

Black Emperor roared in furious rage and lunged forward, sinking its fangs deep into the sub-primal Ruo’s neck. It was a desperate reversal, one final counterattack from the brink.

Even Lin Yi couldn’t help but reveal a hint of excitement on her face. She knew all too well that with Song Yu gone, her death would be inevitable if she were to fall into the Ruo swarm alone.

But in the very next moment, her expression froze completely. More sub-primal Ruos began to appear.

One... two... three...

These terrifying beasts weren’t alone. Multiple figures emerged, blocking the path ahead to Doushuai Palace, forming an impenetrable wall that cut off any chance of retreat.

The evolution of the Ruo swarm accelerated as night descended. And somewhere in the darkness, the imprinted presence of the Mother of All Beasts had sensed them, and was willing to pay any price to prevent the Eight Trigrams Furnace from returning to Doushuai Palace.

A heavy, unprecedented seriousness appeared on Little Aunt’s face. Black Emperor’s massive body leaned forward slightly. He let out a low growl, poised to pounce again. But none of them had a path to escape anymore.

The sub-primal Ruos launched their assault. They had no sense of honor or fairness. From the moment the battle began, they had swarmed their opponents in a brutal ambush. The Black Emperor was pinned down in seconds, his limbs yanked in all directions as the beasts prepared to tear him apart.

Desperate and relentless, Little Aunt struck the Eight Trigrams Furnace again and again.

The metallic clangor rang out in defiance. Yet the tide refused to turn. After all, she was not Ximen Qianxue, the master of the Doushuai Palace, and the furnace in her hands was no longer complete. Right before their eyes, the Black Emperor was on the verge of being torn limb from limb...

Two crisp metallic clinks echoed through the air. Two shards of metal suddenly shot out from Lin Yi’s body, flying like homing swallows returning to their nest, embedding themselves precisely into the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

In that instant, the wind and clouds shifted, and the air filled with the swirling rhythm of Daoist resonance. The final two missing pieces of the Eight Trigrams Furnace were now restored, transforming the artifact into a fully complete whole.

All of its minute cracks vanished instantly. It was as though the furnace had come alive as it blazed with a radiant light. The patterns of the eight trigrams flowed across its surface, evolving into countless changing symbols. The furnace trembled, layers of dark rust flaking off to reveal a shining silver-white body. Beams of resplendent Great Dao brilliance burst forth in all directions.

The suddenness of this transformation caught everyone completely off guard. Little Aunt froze for a moment, realizing that the alchemy furnace in her hands had suddenly become as light as a feather.

At the same time, a strange spiritual connection began to form between her and the furnace. She struck the alchemy furnace once again.

The first strike sent a thunderous boom of Great Dao resounding through the heavens. Invisible waves of power surged outward. The white twin-headed Ruos around them disintegrated in droves, as if they were ash in a hurricane, vanishing completely into the void.

The second strike. White celestial mist from the thirty three heavens spread outward. Ripples of the Great Dao's laws became visible to the naked eye, expanding outward in wave after wave.

The sub-primal Ruos that had been tearing at the Black Emperor were struck by this divine resonance. Their exoskeletons burned away like parchment in a blazing fire, crumbling into ash, while the flesh and bones beneath began to ignite as well. They let out piercing, miserable shrieks.

Then came the third strike. As Little Aunt struck the furnace once more, the wave of Great Dao thunder rolled out again, instantly obliterating the remaining sub-primal Ruos. Their bodies disintegrated into ash and scattered across the world.

“Go—” Little Aunt managed to say only that single word before she collapsed, unable to stay conscious.

Not everyone could wield a treasure like the Eight Trigrams Furnace without paying a price. She had nearly exhausted all of her life force and essence.

Tan Qingying didn’t hesitate. She caught the Eight Trigrams Furnace with one hand, and used the other to support Little Aunt. Then, with a glance, she signaled to the pale-faced Luo Ge to carry Lin Yi. They all swiftly leaped on Black Emperor’s back. Latest content publıshed on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⁂𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⁂𝓷𝓮𝓽

Black Emperor let out a sharp cry and dashed forward. He shot straight toward the Doushuai Palace like a bolt of black lightning. But the palace gates were still closed.

Behind them, a colossal golden vertical pupil appeared in the depths of the boundless darkness. It was cold and indifferent, radiating pressure like that of a star. Its frigid gaze locked onto the fleeing Black Emperor.

When they were within ten meters of Doushuai Palace, the Eight Trigrams Furnace emitted a fourth resonant chime. This time, it had rung of its own accord, and the gates of Doushuai Palace instantly opened. The Black Emperor shot inside like a flash of lightning and the doors closed behind them once more.

The golden vertical pupil’s gaze slammed against the gates of Doushuai Palace, erupting with a deafening roar. The immense palace, towering over a hundred meters high, trembled violently. The entire thirty three heavens quaked as though struck by a powerful earthquake.

But just as the pressure mounted to its peak, a sharp sword cry suddenly rang out from within Doushuai Palace. The massive golden pupil was forced to shut its eye, and the terrifying golden radiance gradually faded into nothingness.

Li Xiaofei’s body crashed heavily to the ground. Despite wielding both sword and saber, he had only managed to hold out for twenty minutes before the silver Ruo.

Now, flung away once more, his weapons broken and useless, Li Xiaofei coughed up mouthfuls of blood, along with fragments of internal organs. This was the first time he had suffered such a crushing defeat since stepping into the world of martial arts.

He had revealed every trump card he possessed in combat, yet he had been utterly overwhelmed.

The silver Ruo’s gaze remained icy and merciless. There was not a shred of hesitation as it attacked again. It transformed into a streak of silvery light as it lunged forward. Its claws, sharp as divine weapons, lunged straight toward Li Xiaofei’s heart, intending to crush it once more.

A soft chime rang out. Suddenly, a golden radiance enveloped Li Xiaofei’s entire body. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a golden statue, glowing with a radiant luster. The silver Ruo’s claws struck the statue, but it was like colliding with the laws of the Great Dao itself. Not even the faintest scratch was left on the golden surface.

In the depths of the creature’s cold, brutal eyes, a flicker of confusion and astonishment appeared again.

This human, this fragile creature, keeps unleashing divine techniques one after another. Why, despite being as weak as an ant, was he so incredibly hard to kill?