The Prodigies War

Moon-Catch!

Dreamy brilliance erupted from the Broken Blade and spread out while the blade rose like the moon on a river.

It was a hazy scene, but it instantly dispelled all the nearby wraiths, like snow dissolving in water.

It was no doubt one of Lin Xun’s strongest attacks. Coupled with the Broken Blade, the power of Moon-Catch was brought to a whole new level.

It was sacred, ethereal and destroyed everything in its way!

However, the cold and eerie-looking lotus flower ignored the attack and landed on the Broken Blade. Black light circulated its body like it was breathing.

It was gentle and graceful, but exuded an eerie demonic aura.

Lin Xun felt his hand sink, as though a sacred mountain was crashing down on the Broken Blade. The terrifying force made his bones crackle and his blood and qi riot. It was so unbearable that he almost coughed up blood.

Boom!

The strange black lotus flower bloomed on the Broken Blade. Its petals were dark, sparkling and translucent like eternal night, and the aura it released could submerge any spirit.

Lin Xun’s eyes glazed over, and he was about to lose control of his mind and spirit. The power of the lotus was too peculiar and powerful. He couldn’t fight back as it spread across the Broken Blade.

Vaguely, Lin Xun seemed to see a black skull floating in the depths of the wraith army like a ghostly light.

To his astonishment, a figure was sitting cross-legged on the skull. A tattered blood-colored kasaya was draped over the figure’s body, and a broken and mottled white bone rosary was in his grip.

On his shiny, smooth head was a blossoming black lotus flower symbol, emitting a demonic glow like it was alive.

His eyes were closed, and he sat there motionless like he had passed away, but he had an imposing presence like he was the ruler of hell.

Who is that?

Lin Xun’s heart churned, and his consciousness felt hazy like it was a hallucination.

It was too bizarre of a scene.

Lin Xun felt like he was about to collapse. The power of the black lotus flower was spreading across the Broken Blade, making him feel imprisoned and oppressed like he was nearing death.

Why would this be happening?

Why is there a strange Buddha-like figure in the wraith army in addition to the king with a crown on its head?

Who is he?

Could it be another king?

Otherwise, how could it possess such terrifying powers that fill people with despair?

Lin Xun felt his consciousness becoming more and more blurred and his vision turning illusory. The strong feeling of death made him tremble all over.

Buzz!

At that moment, the Broken Blade produced an earthshaking clear cry in his hand and erupted with dazzling flame-like light, setting the black lotus flower aflame!

Suddenly, Lin Xun snapped awake like he had broken the shackles that imprisoned him and regained his consciousness.

Only then did he see dao symbols appear across the Broken Blade that he had never seen before. Although there were many, they were all incomplete and indistinct.

But even so, the appearance of the dao symbols provided the Broken Blade with an indescribably unique power. It incinerated the demonic black lotus flower in an instant!

A surprised cry rang out.

The Buddha figure sitting cross-legged on the black skull in the depths of the army had opened his eyes.

However, his eye sockets were empty like a pair of deep abysses leading to hell.

Lin Xun’s breathing stopped for a second when he saw the horrifying sight. Although the figure had no eyes, Lin Xun still felt like an ancient demon god was watching him closely. His back was soaked in cold sweat, and he couldn’t even move a finger.

The mysterious and incomplete Dao symbols disappeared from the Broken Blade, and it fell still and silent. It couldn’t help Lin Xun at all.

When Lin Xun faced Shui Qianshan, a Life Death Stage King of the water tribe, he also felt unprecedented danger.

However, compared to Shui Qianshan, the demonic Buddha figure was even more terrifying!

“It is him…”

A hoarse and low voice sounded. It was as if the speaker hadn’t spoken in a long time so their voice was faint and difficult to understand.

Lin Xun’s heart pounded violently in his chest. The Buddha figure was talking to him!

But who was he talking about?

Lin Xun could tell that the Buddha’s eyes, which were as empty and deep as the abyss of hell, were not looking at him but at the Broken Blade in his hand!

Could it be that the “him” he was referring to is the Broken Blade?

“Boundless years have passed. He is already dead…” another voice sounded. It was clear, but biting cold. Lin Xun’s eardrum almost ruptured, and his mind felt like it was being cut open. A stream of blood trickled down the corner of his lips.

It was just a voice, but it inflicted such damage on him even if it wasn’t directed at him.

Vaguely, Lin Xun noticed a graceful, familiar-looking figure. Then, he suddenly thought of the corpse floating on the sea not long ago.

The corpse was an expert of the Three-Eyed Spirit Clan from ancient times. At the time, wraiths were endlessly lingering around it, but Lin Xun had inadvertently caught a glimpse of a graceful figure before it vanished in an instant.

Lin Xun had thought it was an illusion, but he was now seeing the graceful figure again, standing next to the Buddha figure!

However, the figure was enveloped in a layer of obscure gray light, like an illusion. It was impossible to see its true face.

“It’s him!” The Buddha figure seemed unwilling to accept it, his voice was tinged with anger.

The graceful figure was silent for a moment and then said aloud, “Let's go, we are all wrong…”

There was infinite sadness and melancholy in the voice.

“Wrong?” The Buddha figure sighed, shifted his empty eye sockets away from Lin Xun’s Broken Blade before closing them again.

Then, both the beautiful figure and the Buddha figure vanished like a popped bubble as though they were an illusion.

However, Lin Xun felt a huge weight off his body as if he had gained a new life. All the oppression in his body and mind was gone.

He glanced at the wraith army. It was as though he had experienced a strange nightmare. The Buddha figure and graceful figure seemed to have never existed.

His face was pale, and his body was soaked in a cold sweat. He was certain that it was not an illusion but real!

Until now, he still couldn’t forget the peculiar Buddha figure, his empty eye sockets, the black skull, the blood-stained kasaya, the mottled white bone rosary, and the demonic black lotus symbol on the top of his head...

The graceful figure was even more mysterious. Its entire body was enveloped in dark gray light, making it impossible to peep at its face...

Who are they?

Why did they suddenly appear and then disappear?

Lin Xun couldn’t understand.

Kill!

However, he couldn’t care about them anymore. The wraith army was charging over in a mighty manner from all directions!

Lin Xun had lost the desire to fight. With a flash, he darted in the direction of the ship.

Everything he had encountered was too bizarre and unpredictable. He needed to compose himself first.

……

The sea region was raging, and the thick murderous intent agitated the wind and clouds.

Xiao Ran, Yun Che, Su Xingfeng and Zhao Jingxuan were still battling around the ship.

Soon, a low, deep horn sounded like an order, and the wraith army receded like the tide.

The army retreated!

Zhao Jingxuan and the others were stunned for a moment. Then, they breathed a sigh of relief. They were all wounded to some extent and couldn’t hide the fatigue on their faces.

As for their servants, the casualties were more severe. Half of them had died tragically in battle.

The rest were seriously wounded and taken onto the ship for treatment.

“Junior Sister Zhao, it seems like your servant also encountered an accident,” Su Xingfeng remarked playfully as he glanced at Zhao Jingxuan.

His remark took everyone aback. They didn’t expect Su Xingfeng would care about a servant of Zhao Jingxuan at such a time.

Then, a ruminative look came to their faces as if they had guessed something.

“Senior Brother Su, are you laughing at me?” Zhao Jingxuan frowned, her voice quivering with anger.

She had lost her usual calmness.

She was anxious and deeply worried. She had seen a powerful wraith attack Lin Xun, but she couldn’t do anything at the time.

She had never thought that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.

The enemy army had retreated, but Lin Xun was still missing. How could she not be worried?

The others regarded Lin Xun as a servant, but she knew about his special identity and never regarded him as a servant. If something happened to him, she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.

“Okay, let’s all return to the ship first and wait for Elder Gao Yang to return,” Xiao Ran said softly

Although his voice wasn’t powerful, the others did not dare to ignore him.

Moreover, their chest all tensed up at the mention of Elder Gao Yang. They had seen Elder Gao Yang summon the Myriad Bird Divine Furnace to face off against a Wraith King. They couldn’t help but worry whether Elder Gao Yang would be able to return safely...

Their hearts felt heavy. Spirit Burial Sea was riddled with danger and calamities. It would be troublesome without a master such as Elder Gao Yang with them.

“Hey, Senior Sister Zhao, look, your servant is still alive.” Wen Xiang pointed to the distance.

Zhao Jingxuan quickly turned around and saw a slender and handsome figure gliding across the mist-shrouded sea.

Her eyes instantly lit up, and her worries and guilt were swept away.

Su Xingfeng furrowed his brows imperceptibly. He was trapped in the depths of the enemy army yet he could come back alive. How is that possible for a little cultivator from a lower domain world?