Mahayana 101
BGM: Wuthering Waves 3.0 Ost(Opening)
Chapter 101: The One Xiao Yifeng Cannot Erase from His Heart
TL : Cnine
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Part 1
Xiao Yifeng darted backwards in a blur, slipping away from the vicious strike. His opponent’s blade was sharp and powerful, every bit as strong as his own. If he kept trading blows like this, it would only end badly for him.
During the chase, Xiao Yifeng frowned, sensing that the person pursuing him was at least his equal, perhaps even suppressing him slightly, a master of the Mahayana realm. In his haste he couldn’t see what artefact they were using, let alone their gender.
But the ferocious blood-qi, and the wails drifting through the blood mist, left no doubt: this was someone from the Demon Sect.
Had he really been away from the world so long that such a monstrous figure had emerged?
With a sharp motion, Xiao Yifeng tossed the Immortal-Slayer Sword into the air. It split into countless copies, an enormous formation spreading wide as tens of thousands of sword silhouette circled around him.
He single-handedly activated a colossal mountain-protection sword formation that normally required thousands people to deploy. Wrapped in its protection, he was in no real danger.
Though his mind worked furiously, his tone remained composed and almost leisurely: “A Mahayana-level master hiding your face, could you be someone I’ve crossed paths with? Which old acquaintance are you?”
His pursuer let out a wild laugh. “So that’s all the great Blood Sword Demon Lord amounts to? And you think this will hold me? As for who I am, ask King Yama when you get there!”
Then a raging river—like a furious Yellow River—swept through the sky toward the sword formation. Countless wronged souls churned within it, the wails of vengeful ghosts echoing beneath the surface. The entire torrent was formed of resentful spirits.
In an instant, the blood-qi in the area surged wildly. The spectral Yellow River crashed into the sword formation, and every sword silhouette it touched vanished on contact, the river possessed the terrifying power to corrupt even magical treasures.
Xiao Yifeng dared not let down his guard. He pushed the formation to its limit, sending countless swords of light roaring outward, merging into a long river of sword silhouettes that collided with the rushing torrent. Water exploded in all directions; sword of light sputtered and died.
But whenever the wronged souls scattered, they were swept back into the Yellow River and reformed as part of it. The sword torrent simply could not harm them. Locked in deadlock, Xiao Yifeng steeled himself and shouted, “Explode!”
The formation detonated, its massive shockwave blasting back both the blood mist and the ghostly river. In the next moment, his body transformed into a colossal golden Buddha radiating endless light.
A massive Buddha hand reached out and seized the Yellow River formed from countless tormented souls. Their agonised wails pierced the air, but the moment they touched the Buddha’s hand, the spirits were purified one after another.
"BOOM!"
The figure abruptly detonated the Yellow River, catching the giant Buddha off guard and blowing it to pieces.
A massive white flood dragon appeared across the heavens, Little Snow had revealed their true form to catch the backward-flung Xiao Yifeng.
Xiao Yifeng stood atop the huge dragon head, his face pale as paper; he was clearly gravely injured. But the shadowy figure facing him was also blasted backwards, and someone within the blood mist let out a pained groan, the other party weren’t faring any better.
“To think you could break my Yellow Springs secret art… you really have grown strong. But it matters little. I never intended to leave here alive. Yifeng, come die with me! Nethergate of Nine Deaths!”
A soft voice drifted out from within the blood mist—this time, unmistakably a woman’s.
Her voice was breathtakingly beautiful, yet when it reached Xiao Yifeng’s ears, it struck him like a bolt of lightning. He froze on the spot, caught between joy and heartbreak.
Then a shrill cry rang out. A streak of blood-red light shot into the sky, tearing the mist apart as it pierced the clouds. High above, it unfurled into a vast crescent-shaped array that loomed over everything.
The blood mist suddenly churned violently, collapsing inward between the two of them. Xiao Yifeng couldn’t even see his own hand; all around him rose the wails of countless vengeful spirits.
Xiao Yifeng finally saw the artefact clearly, a crescent-shaped, half-moon treasure spinning brilliantly in the sky.
Heart Severing Crescent! The words popped unbidden into his thoughts, making his heart feel as though it had fallen into an ice cave. He stared up at the dazzling, rapidly spinning artefact.
“No way. She’s dead. Whoever you are, daring to imitate her, I’ll kill you!”
He was stunned for only a heartbeat before snapping back, blood-red eyes wide with fury. But at the same time, a thought persisted, why was that strange, familiar feeling growing stronger and stronger?
He froze for only a heartbeat, but in that moment the crescent moon-shadow above had already spread out, sealing the entire area.
Behind the blood-red figure, a colossal stone gate rose between heaven and earth, its surface packed with intricate carvings, dragons and phoenixes, humans and spirits, immortals and demons, every kind of creature etched into the ancient stone.
A primordial, ancient aura surged forth, crushing the spiritual power in every direction. And for some reason, that gate felt uncannily familiar to Xiao Yifeng.
He had no time to dwell on it. The gate creaked open just a fraction, enough for enormous chains to burst out from within, snapping straight towards him.
The chains shot out with terrifying speed. Xiao Yifeng slashed at them repeatedly, but every blade of sword-qi slipped uselessly through the gaps. Before he could adjust, one chain coiled around his left hand, an icy force stabbing straight into his soul as it dragged him toward the massive stone gate.
He was alarmed but not rattled. Lifting his sword to the sky, fiery red lines flared into existence and rapidly formed a mysterious array. A giant head of a fire dragon emerged from within it.
With a thunderous roar, the dragon lunged at the blood-coloured figure casting the spell, while endless golden flames rained down from above, turning into clusters of heavenly fire as they crashed toward the black robed stranger.
But the chains binding Xiao Yifeng only increased, wrapping around him in dense layers. They didn’t even acknowledge Little Snow’s presence.
No matter what Little Snow tried, their attacks couldn’t harm a single link. Forced to watch helplessly as Xiao Yifeng was dragged closer to the gate, they could only dart around in panic.
The gigantic fire dragon, carrying the power to burn all things to oblivion, hurled itself at the blood-coloured figure before the great gate. It was an attack made out of necessity, kill her, and the chains would disperse.
The vast sea of blood mist was blown apart by the dragon’s blazing heat. The golden flames seemed capable of burning anything; even the mist ignited, clearing the heavens in an instant and leaving the land below scorched like the end of days.
Luckily, there were no settlements at the foot of this mountain. Had anyone lived there, not a single life would have survived such devastation.
Finally, the blood-shadow revealed their true form. Hovering before the stone gate was a peerless figure clad in crimson, as though every trace of spiritual energy between heaven and earth had gathered upon her.
Several wisps of ghostly mist swirled around her as she hovered in the air. Her crimson dress rippled through the blazing flames, outlining a devilishly seductive figure. Each sweep of the hem revealed long, jade-like legs, and her chest boldly displayed swathes of snowy white skin.
In this apocalyptic scene, she looked at once like a celestial enchantress or a messenger straight out of hell.
“So then, would you fall into eternal damnation with me, my Demon Lord?” A taunting smile played across her stunning face.
Her mesmerising eyes stayed fixed on Xiao Yifeng, dragged ever closer by the chains, completely ignoring the fire dragon lunging right at her.