The prison was cold and devoid of light due to the surrounding iron walls.
Feiyun sat on a chair made of special eaglewood and stared at Supreme in the cell. A hint of gentle sentiment flashed in his eyes as he said: “Sit down.”
Supreme didn’t do so. The ropes traced her wondrous figure while the white veil made her look mysterious.
She didn’t sit down because he said so. This was part of her pride; no one in this world could command her.
“I didn’t expect you to reach this level, I should have killed you back in Jin regardless of the cost.” Supreme closed her eyes and exuded white rays. As she raised her hands, the iron shackles on her wrists clanked repeatedly.
“You won’t be able to break free, no need to try.” Feiyun said.
“The heaven is not on my side, hence my loss. But don’t think about obtaining Supreme’s divine source, I will take it down with me.” She started burning both her spirit energy and her body, wanting to commit suicide.
“That’s not up to you.” Feiyun activated his Buddhist light and flew into the cell. Both palms became resplendent as he sent energy waves into her body.
“Haha, Feng Feiyun, you’ve fallen into my trap, Soul Seed!” Supreme smiled as she recalled her burning energy and soul back into her body.
A maelstrom appeared in her heart and started sucking in his Buddhist energy. Her skin glowed brightly and her power increased.
“Let’s see how much you can hold then, Tribulation Break!” Feiyun activated his technique and changed his energy into the death affinity.
The smile on Supreme’s face started disappearing. Each second made her feel the cycle of life and death.
“Boom!” She got knocked backward and fell to the ground.
She strugglingly got up and the veil has fallen off, revealing her exquisite face. Blood streamed down her pink lips as she murmured: “Tribulat-ion… power…”
Feiyun took a deep breath and regained his energy. He said: “Empress, I actually admire you if it wasn’t for your stubbornness. Unfortunately, you are my enemy and our feud shall end today.”
Feiyun drew a circle with both hands. The core of a saint the size of a rice grain flew out with a blinding radiance. It slashed one of Long Jiangling’s spirits inside Supreme.
She gritted her teeth while staggering backward: “You have won… but you will only be Azure’s dog, never a king. This… this is my end but I am always an empress…”
“I am subservient to no one. I’ll have you know that the guardian tribe will return soon to fight a battle to the death against Azure. The outcome doesn’t matter to me, I only want to revive Hongyan.” He said and used the saint energy again to cut down the second spirit.
“The Long will return then, but who will they support as the next lord? The current one is a piece of trash, I alone am worthy. Feng Feiyun, we can still work together, support me and I will give you all the cultivation resources you need.” Supreme stabilized her stance and said with confidence.
He paused for a moment before sending out another two slashes to cut down her third and fourth spirit.
“Ugh…” She vomited blood and became pale, needing to lean against the wall to stand.
“A new lord will take over after I kill you.” He said.
“Who is worthy outside of me?” Her imperial aura didn’t decrease despite the grievous injuries.
“Long Luofu.” Feiyun revealed.
Supreme’s eyes became sad and her confidence wavered. After a brief silence, she sighed and said: “Fine, I have lost. Finish me.”
Feiyun nodded and performed six slashes this time, severing her remaining three souls and three spirits. Long Jiangling was no more.
“Whoosh!” A body flew out from Supreme - Long Jiangling’s corpse.
“Dust to dust. This is inevitable for all cultivators.” Feiyun shot out flames from his finger and reduced the supreme beauty into ashes.
Meanwhile, Supreme’s body became ethereal since it was no longer physical. Her eyes were innocent like a young girl's. They blinked as she tried to remember who he was.
“Hongyan.” He had a hard time controlling his emotion and wanted to embrace her. Alas, his hands went through her.
He knew that she didn’t have an actual body and calmed down. He touched her face and thought that he could feel her temperature: “Don’t worry, I will find medicines capable of reincarnation, the blood of a great saint, and the soul spirit stone to craft you an indestructible body.”
Reviving someone without a soul and body was difficult. Even the mythical Grand Saints couldn’t do so.
However, he had five drops of blood from her. With this, he could bring back her memories and a strand of her original soul. This made the rebirth relatively easier.
Using a puppet body was far easier but she would only be a high-level puppet with Hongyan’s memories. He wanted a real person with sentient thoughts and reproductive capabilities, not a puppet.
Therefore, he required three different materials - an alchemy ingredient known as Tribulation Reincarnation, the refined blood of a Grand Saint, and the Soul Spirit Stone.
They were virtually impossible to find. For example, the Soul Spirit Stone was ranked third with a value of 1,000,000,000,000,000 regular spirit stones.
In fact, just possessing this much wealth wasn’t enough to buy one. Only saints had them to use for crafting saint artifacts, adding a soul to them.
Of course, not all saints had them since only a few had a saint artifact. The problem was gathering all the rare materials.
The other two were even harder to find. They have been gone since the Immemorial Era.
“What are you talking about, who are you?” Supreme seemed to be afraid of Feiyun and backed away: “I am Supreme Goddess with many followers. If you dare to do anything to me, they won’t forgive you.”
He smiled bitterly, aware that her only memories consisted of the times back at Jin. She was a new soul that has yet to reach maturity.
“I would never hurt you.” He pulled his hand back and put on a friendly smile.
“Really?”
He nodded.
“But why am I here? I was cultivating back in my temple, who are you then?” She stood by the corner and felt an uncomfortable evil aura coming from him.
“I am…”
Divine fiends had an acute sense of danger and disliked those with an evil affinity.
He activated his Buddhist aura and said: “How do you not remember me? Don’t you know I was the first to carve your statue back in Jin? The rain was unceasing that day, the same with blood spilling from my injuries, my hands were about to break along with the stone…”
She listened to him attentively like a little girl, becoming less and less afraid.
He sat down and continued: “The waves from the Jin River that day broke dams while I kept on carving for three months straight. My eyes were about to dry out but I didn’t blink once, my body writhed in agony but that was nothing compared to the pain in my heart…”
The prison was cold and devoid of light due to the surrounding iron walls.
Feiyun sat on a chair made of special eaglewood and stared at Supreme in the cell. A hint of gentle sentiment flashed in his eyes as he said: “Sit down.”
Supreme didn’t do so. The ropes traced her wondrous figure while the white veil made her look mysterious.
She didn’t sit down because he said so. This was part of her pride; no one in this world could command her.
“I didn’t expect you to reach this level, I should have killed you back in Jin regardless of the cost.” Supreme closed her eyes and exuded white rays. As she raised her hands, the iron shackles on her wrists clanked repeatedly.
“You won’t be able to break free, no need to try.” Feiyun said.
“The heaven is not on my side, hence my loss. But don’t think about obtaining Supreme’s divine source, I will take it down with me.” She started burning both her spirit energy and her body, wanting to commit suicide.
“That’s not up to you.” Feiyun activated his Buddhist light and flew into the cell. Both palms became resplendent as he sent energy waves into her body.
“Haha, Feng Feiyun, you’ve fallen into my trap, Soul Seed!” Supreme smiled as she recalled her burning energy and soul back into her body.
A maelstrom appeared in her heart and started sucking in his Buddhist energy. Her skin glowed brightly and her power increased.
“Let’s see how much you can hold then, Tribulation Break!” Feiyun activated his technique and changed his energy into the death affinity.
The smile on Supreme’s face started disappearing. Each second made her feel the cycle of life and death.
“Boom!” She got knocked backward and fell to the ground.
She strugglingly got up and the veil has fallen off, revealing her exquisite face. Blood streamed down her pink lips as she murmured: “Tribulat-ion… power…”
Feiyun took a deep breath and regained his energy. He said: “Empress, I actually admire you if it wasn’t for your stubbornness. Unfortunately, you are my enemy and our feud shall end today.”
Feiyun drew a circle with both hands. The core of a saint the size of a rice grain flew out with a blinding radiance. It slashed one of Long Jiangling’s spirits inside Supreme.
She gritted her teeth while staggering backward: “You have won… but you will only be Azure’s dog, never a king. This… this is my end but I am always an empress…”
“I am subservient to no one. I’ll have you know that the guardian tribe will return soon to fight a battle to the death against Azure. The outcome doesn’t matter to me, I only want to revive Hongyan.” He said and used the saint energy again to cut down the second spirit.
“The Long will return then, but who will they support as the next lord? The current one is a piece of trash, I alone am worthy. Feng Feiyun, we can still work together, support me and I will give you all the cultivation resources you need.” Supreme stabilized her stance and said with confidence.
He paused for a moment before sending out another two slashes to cut down her third and fourth spirit.
“Ugh…” She vomited blood and became pale, needing to lean against the wall to stand.
“A new lord will take over after I kill you.” He said.
“Who is worthy outside of me?” Her imperial aura didn’t decrease despite the grievous injuries.
“Long Luofu.” Feiyun revealed.
Supreme’s eyes became sad and her confidence wavered. After a brief silence, she sighed and said: “Fine, I have lost. Finish me.”
Feiyun nodded and performed six slashes this time, severing her remaining three souls and three spirits. Long Jiangling was no more.
“Whoosh!” A body flew out from Supreme - Long Jiangling’s corpse.
“Dust to dust. This is inevitable for all cultivators.” Feiyun shot out flames from his finger and reduced the supreme beauty into ashes.
Meanwhile, Supreme’s body became ethereal since it was no longer physical. Her eyes were innocent like a young girl's. They blinked as she tried to remember who he was.
“Hongyan.” He had a hard time controlling his emotion and wanted to embrace her. Alas, his hands went through her.
He knew that she didn’t have an actual body and calmed down. He touched her face and thought that he could feel her temperature: “Don’t worry, I will find medicines capable of reincarnation, the blood of a great saint, and the soul spirit stone to craft you an indestructible body.”
Reviving someone without a soul and body was difficult. Even the mythical Grand Saints couldn’t do so.
However, he had five drops of blood from her. With this, he could bring back her memories and a strand of her original soul. This made the rebirth relatively easier.
Using a puppet body was far easier but she would only be a high-level puppet with Hongyan’s memories. He wanted a real person with sentient thoughts and reproductive capabilities, not a puppet.
Therefore, he required three different materials - an alchemy ingredient known as Tribulation Reincarnation, the refined blood of a Grand Saint, and the Soul Spirit Stone.
They were virtually impossible to find. For example, the Soul Spirit Stone was ranked third with a value of 1,000,000,000,000,000 regular spirit stones.
In fact, just possessing this much wealth wasn’t enough to buy one. Only saints had them to use for crafting saint artifacts, adding a soul to them.
Of course, not all saints had them since only a few had a saint artifact. The problem was gathering all the rare materials.
The other two were even harder to find. They have been gone since the Immemorial Era.
“What are you talking about, who are you?” Supreme seemed to be afraid of Feiyun and backed away: “I am Supreme Goddess with many followers. If you dare to do anything to me, they won’t forgive you.”
He smiled bitterly, aware that her only memories consisted of the times back at Jin. She was a new soul that has yet to reach maturity.
“I would never hurt you.” He pulled his hand back and put on a friendly smile.
“Really?”
He nodded.
“But why am I here? I was cultivating back in my temple, who are you then?” She stood by the corner and felt an uncomfortable evil aura coming from him.
“I am…”
Divine fiends had an acute sense of danger and disliked those with an evil affinity.
He activated his Buddhist aura and said: “How do you not remember me? Don’t you know I was the first to carve your statue back in Jin? The rain was unceasing that day, the same with blood spilling from my injuries, my hands were about to break along with the stone…”
She listened to him attentively like a little girl, becoming less and less afraid.
He sat down and continued: “The waves from the Jin River that day broke dams while I kept on carving for three months straight. My eyes were about to dry out but I didn’t blink once, my body writhed in agony but that was nothing compared to the pain in my heart…”
