OBS Chapter 2105 One Sword Falls from Nine Heavens
Chapter 2105 One Sword Falls from Nine Heavens
Chapter 2105 A Sword Falls from the Nine Heavens
The illusion dissipated, the demonic presence was revealed, and the situation seemed to reverse instantly.
However, Cao Feiyu, who was at the center of the storm, did not react with the relief that Chen Fei had expected.
In the instant the mirror shone and the illusion vanished, Cao Feiyu's sword-wielding motion abruptly froze. She stared blankly at the empty battlefield before her; her fellow disciples who had attacked her so fiercely, the corpses of those who had died tragically, including Chen Fei, who had caused her such heartache, had all disappeared, as if it had all been a nightmare.
She slowly turned her neck to look at the shadowy, humanoid demon in the distance, its form forced into shape by the mirror's light, radiating intense malice and resentment. Those cruel, eerie green eyes were now fixed on her and Chen Fei in the distance.
Then, Cao Feiyu's gaze, filled with a deep-seated weariness and bewilderment, shifted to Chen Fei. She looked at Chen Fei, who had spoken up to her, used his mysterious mirror light to dispel the illusion, and was now looking at her with concern.
However, Cao Feiyu's face did not show much joy, nor did it show any relief at surviving a disaster, nor any raging anger towards the vengeful demon.
There was only a near-numb calm, and beneath that calm surging, unresolvable doubt.
Suffering multiple mental blows in succession, especially witnessing Chen Fei's tragic death, completely ignited the old wounds in her heart about Chu Xuanyu's demise, causing her mental state to suffer unprecedented damage.
At this moment, she was like a frightened bird, or someone who had just woken up from a nightmare, yet doubted whether she had truly woken up or had fallen into another, more real and terrifying nightmare.
The illusion I just experienced was too real. The madness of my fellow disciples, Chen Fei's death, the heart-wrenching pain and regret... everything was vivid in my mind and etched in my heart.
Now, the illusion suddenly disappears, and a Chen Fei appears, telling her that it was all fake and that the vengeful demon is over there... Could this be a new conspiracy by the vengeful demon?
He saw through her pain over Chen Fei's death and deliberately conjured up a perfect Chen Fei to further break down her defenses.
Or is the scene that breaks the illusion itself another, more sophisticated illusion, designed to lower her guard or lure her into attacking the vengeful demon that was forced out?
Truth and falsehood, reality and illusion.
When a person's deepest fears actually occur in a hallucination and cause them immense psychological trauma, showing them that this is reality significantly diminishes its credibility.
Therefore, Cao Feiyu simply looked at Chen Fei with empty and confused eyes, her hand holding the sword trembling slightly, unsure whether to point it at the vengeful demon or to be wary of Chen Fei in front of her.
She was trapped in the prison of her own mind, even more helpless than when she was besieged by illusions before. The illusions only attacked her body and magic, but now, doubt was eroding her last shred of reason and ability to act.
When Chen Fei saw Cao Feiyu's expression, his heart sank, and he immediately understood her state.
It's easy to dispel external illusions, but soothing her inner wounds and suspicions is by no means easy. The vengeful demon's series of psychological attacks is truly vicious to the extreme.
Meanwhile, the vengeful demon Rong Xiuyuan, after his initial shock and anger, seemed to have sensed Cao Feiyu's confusion and distrust. A cruel and mocking light reappeared in his eerie green eyes, and he even let out a low, hoarse laugh, like a broken bellows.
"Interesting, merely the early stage of the Tai Cang Realm!"
A sharp, strange sound, mixed with a metallic, grating noise, came from the mouth of the Vengeful Demon Rong Xiuyuan.
Rong Xiuyuan noticed Chen Fei as soon as he stepped into this area.
But in his view, this was just another insignificant prey that had walked right into his trap.
A cultivator at the early stage of the Tai Cang Realm would be considered lucky to unleash 60-70% of their strength under the influence of demonic energy in this place. Their mind would be easily bewitched, so how could they possibly resist his illusions?
He didn't even bother to deal with it properly, just waiting for Cao Feiyu to completely break down before casually reaping this sweet treat that was delivered to his door.
After all, even that female cultivator at the peak of the mid-stage of the Tai Cang Realm, with a solid foundation and a resolute will, was struggling painfully in the series of illusions he had meticulously designed, and her Dao heart was on the verge of shattering. What could an early-stage Tai Cang Realm cultivator do besides blindly rushing up to his death?
As it turned out, Chen Fei was not affected by the aftereffects of the illusion as he had expected. Instead, he saw through his trick at a glance and directly purified the core of the illusion that he had constructed, which had almost driven Cao Feiyu to the brink of despair.
Rong Xiuyuan would not allow the cooked duck to fly away, nor would he allow a mere early-stage Tai Cang Realm cultivator to flaunt his power in front of him and break his spell.
"Sink into depravity!"
A roar filled with resentment and icy will came from Rong Xiuyuan's mouth, an impact of resentment that directly affected the soul, carrying endless hatred and the evil intention to drag people into the abyss.
Rong Xiuyuan suddenly raised his right arm, pointing it towards the direction where Chen Fei and Cao Feiyu were, his five fingers spread wide, then clenched tightly.
"boom!"
Centered on Rong Xiuyuan, the dense demonic energy within a radius of hundreds of miles surged violently like boiling water, emitting a silent roar.
At the same time, deep within the earth on the shady side of this ancient celestial court ruins, a low and ancient hum seemed to emanate. It was the remnant, broken remnants of an ancient formation that resonated with Rong Xiuyuan's resentment.
Demonic energy, resentment, and the power of the remnant formation merged together, forming an illusionary force far larger and more pervasive than before.
This force was no longer a simple mental influence, but rather transformed the illusory into the real, forming an independent, distorted, and malicious mental domain, like an overturned, pitch-black giant bowl, which instantly swallowed up Cao Feiyu, who had just escaped the previous illusion, and Chen Fei, who was on high alert.
This time, Rong Xiuyuan held nothing back and no longer distinguished between primary and secondary matters.
He would drag these two intruders into the ultimate nightmare. He would make them distrust each other and kill each other in a painful, illusory world where reality and illusion were indistinguishable, until they finally succumbed to endless despair and became a feast to nourish his power.
Cao Feiyu felt as if the surrounding scenery had been violently crushed and then instantly reassembled by an invisible giant hand. Her vision, which had just regained a sliver of clarity, was once again filled with distorted light and shadow and cacophony.
Chen Fei, who had spoken up to warn others and used his mirror light to break the illusion, was gone.
The shadowy demon, its form revealed by the mirror's light, its eerie green eyes filled with malice, had vanished. It was as if that brief moment of reality was merely another illusion born of her extreme exhaustion and confusion, a fleeting straw grasped at in despair.
The suffocating scene unfolded before her once again.
The disciple from Cuiping Peak, who appeared crazed and whose eyes were bloodshot, still brandished his black gold short halberd and charged at her with a suicidal intent. The halberd's wind was fierce, and his killing intent was bone-chilling.
On the ground, the corpses of those fellow disciples still lay scattered, and the air was filled with a strong stench of blood and the aura of dissipated spiritual energy.
Not far away, Chen Fei, her chest stained with blood and lifeless, still lay there quietly, silently accusing her of incompetence and mistakes.
Everything has returned to square one.
Cao Feiyu's hand holding the sword trembled violently, not from exhaustion, but from the immense shock and confusion in her mind.
She struggled to fend off the frenzied attacks of her fellow disciples, her steps already faltering. The pain, regret, and self-doubt that had just been temporarily dispelled by Chen Fei's Mirror Light surged back like a flood bursting its banks, instantly engulfing her.
"Were Chen Fei and the vengeful demon that just appeared real? Or was it all just an illusion?"
This thought, like a venomous snake, gnawed at Cao Feiyu's reason.
If the Chen Fei who broke through the illusion just now was real, then what's going on with this scene now? Has he been swallowed up by the illusion again?
Or is it that... Chen Fei and the vengeful demon were just a cruel scene deliberately set up by the vengeful demon to make her completely break down, giving her hope only to cruelly extinguish it?
Cao Feiyu couldn't tell; she felt as if she had fallen into an endless abyss of mist, where everything around her was an illusion, with no reliable reference point.
The sword in her hand grew heavier and heavier, and the flow of her internal energy became sluggish due to the intense fluctuations in her emotions. She seemed to be slipping back into that numb, desperate state of resistance based solely on instinct.
Just as Cao Feiyu's mind was about to be swallowed by darkness again, and her swordplay was losing its rhythm...
"Senior sister, this is the power captured by the Immortal True Light Mirror. If you follow the fluctuations, you will naturally be able to see through what is in front of you."
A clear, steady voice, with a strange penetrating power, resounded directly in the depths of Cao Feiyu's mind. It did not enter through her ears, but was like a telepathic transmission, yet it was even more mysterious, directly affecting her spiritual perception.
It was Chen Fei's voice, but it didn't come from any specific location outside. Instead, it seemed to originate from her own perception, carrying a clear quality that made people involuntarily trust her.
As the sound rang out, Cao Feiyu suddenly felt that the world around her had undergone a strange change.
It is not a vibration of physical space, but a subtle oscillation at the level of perception and rules.
The source of this tremor seemed to be the undying truth of the Mirror of Truth contained in Chen Fei's voice just now, or it seemed that Chen Fei had forcibly resonated briefly with a part of his own perception frequency with a real anchor point in the outside world in some way.
Under this strange vibration and resonance, Cao Feiyu's vision and even some of her spiritual senses experienced eerie double images and layering.
She still saw that crazed fellow disciple attacking her, and saw the corpses of her fellow disciples and Chen Fei on the ground, but above this scene, as if a thin veil had been lifted, she saw a completely different picture.
A swirling, shadowy humanoid figure, radiating intense malice, hovered in the distance, its eerie green eyes coldly watching them.
Further away, closer to the edge of the battlefield, Chen Fei stood intently, the ancient mirror above her head shimmering with a clear light, continuously transmitting a strange and invisible fluctuation in her direction.
Two layers of scenes, one real and one fake, one inside and one outside, overlapped and intertwined in Cao Feiyu's perception. Although the real scene in the inner layer was still somewhat blurry, like a reflection in water, the aura that was completely different from the illusion instantly pierced through the layers of mist.
This isn't simply telling her it's fake, but presenting her with both the real and the fake at the same time, letting her compare and distinguish for herself.
Chen Fei knew that for Cao Feiyu, who had suffered a severe blow to her mind and was in deep self-doubt, any external answer could be suspected as another trick of the illusion.
Only by guiding her to see and discover for herself, and letting her find that real anchor point, can we break through the confusion in her heart.
When the inner and outer scenes appeared in her perception at the same time, Cao Feiyu's originally empty, confused, and painful eyes suddenly burst forth with an amazing brilliance.
It wasn't just simple joy, but a complex radiance—the kind of light a drowning person feels when they grab onto a piece of driftwood, or a lost traveler sees a lighthouse—a mixture of sudden realization and the ecstasy of escaping a desperate situation.
The stark contrast instantly activated her basic judgment and survival instincts as a peak mid-stage Tai Cang Realm expert.
No matter how realistic an illusion may be, it is ultimately a fabrication of illusion, and its aura and texture are fundamentally different from the real world.
Previously, she was deeply trapped in the illusion, unable to extricate herself, because she was alone in the illusion, without any reference point. Now, with Chen Fei forcibly tearing open a corner of the illusion with the power of the Undying True Light Mirror, presenting the true scene before her eyes, this difference was magnified infinitely.
Cao Feiyu's cultivation level and mental foundation are, after all, what they are.
In an instant, a raging fire, mixed with the humiliation of being fooled, the relief of surviving a disaster, and a trace of shame for his previous weakness, instantly overwhelmed the confusion and fear in his heart, transforming into the purest and most intense killing intent.
A clear and sharp shout burst forth from Cao Feiyu's throat.
The voice no longer trembled or sounded confused; it was filled with the majesty and power of a peak mid-stage Tai Cang Realm expert. Like a long-suppressed phoenix cry, it soared into the sky, even causing the surrounding dense demonic energy to ripple slightly.
The azure-blue longsword in Cao Feiyu's hand, as clear as autumn water, burst forth with unprecedented brilliance. The blade rang out, as if cheering for its master to break free from shackles and regain her fighting spirit.
She poured all her energy, all her anger, and all her frustration at being toyed with by the illusion into this one sword strike.
The sword light was like a blue rainbow piercing the sun, or like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens, carrying an unparalleled momentum to cut through falsehood and cleanse evil, locking onto the vengeful demon Rong Xiuyuan in the distance.
Wherever the sword light passed, the illusionary realm, which had merged with demonic energy and the power of the remnant array, was violently distorted and trembled like a lake surface tossed with a boulder, before being forcibly torn open with a huge rift burning with azure flames.
At the edge of the rift, illusions crumbled and vanished, revealing the true, churning ruins behind it.
The overwhelming sword energy instantly traversed space, carrying a chilling killing intent and a fierce sword intent to purify evil spirits, heading straight for Rong Xiuyuan's face.
Faced with this sudden and earth-shattering sword strike, the Vengeful Demon Rong Xiuyuan's eyes widened slightly.
He never expected that the female cultivator, who was almost collapsing and whose Dao heart was on the verge of collapse in the illusion he had carefully woven, would not only break free from the illusion's influence in such a short time, but also unleash such a terrifying attack.
Moreover, this sword was clearly aimed at his true body, with unparalleled precision, indicating that the sword had thoroughly seen through his location and true form.
In Rong Xiuyuan's deep green eyes, resentment and killing intent almost materialized, like two venomous snakes biting at Chen Fei, who was maintaining the mirror light in the distance.
Cao Feiyu's ability to break free from the illusion that locked her was entirely due to this kid. This seemingly weakest cultivator was the biggest variable.
Faced with Cao Feiyu's powerful and furious sword strike, Rong Xiuyuan did not attempt to meet it head-on.
His figure suddenly swayed, becoming blurry as he merged directly into the omnipresent dark demonic energy around him.
At the same time, the ancient array patterns on the ground beneath his feet and the surrounding ruins began to glow faintly, resonating with the surging demonic energy and forming a strange, distorted force field.
"call out!"
The sword light slashed down, but it seemed to cut into a viscous, ever-flowing shadow, pulverizing the demonic energy and shadow in that area, but only grazed the edge of Rong Xiuyuan's phantom, failing to truly hit its core.
Rong Xiuyuan's figure re-formed in another shadow in the distance. Although his aura fluctuated slightly, he dodged it in an instant by relying on his absolute control over the environment of the ruins and his instantaneous teleportation technique.
However, avoiding it doesn't mean nothing will happen.
Cao Feiyu's decisive sword strike completely disrupted Rong Xiuyuan's rhythm and made him realize that without first eliminating the variable that could break his illusion, he would find it difficult to control Cao Feiyu as easily as before.
Without the slightest hesitation, Rong Xiuyuan's eyes flashed with a fierce light, abandoning his plan to confront Cao Feiyu head-on.
His shadowy figure suddenly elongated and twisted, transforming into a dark stream of light, carrying boundless resentment and icy killing intent, rushing straight towards Chen Fei in the distance.
Once Chen Fei dies, Cao Feiyu will inevitably fall back into his illusionary trap. At that time, he will have plenty of time to slowly prepare and enjoy this feast.
In Rong Xiuyuan's view, although Chen Fei's technique was special and could break illusions, he was ultimately only at the early stage of the Tai Cang Realm, and in a direct confrontation, he was no match for him.
A soft, sonic boom suddenly erupted in the air beside Chen Fei.
A slender figure in green, arriving before Chen Fei with a speed far exceeding Rong Xiuyuan's ghostly movements, instantly blocked his path. It was Cao Feiyu.
She didn't move only after Rong Xiuyuan lunged forward; rather, the instant she unleashed that earth-shattering sword strike and forced Rong Xiuyuan back, her figure shot towards Chen Fei's location like an arrow released from a bow.
This keen combat intuition and precise control of the battle situation fully demonstrate his profound foundation as a mid-stage peak Tai Cang Realm cultivator.
Cao Feiyu knew that Chen Fei, who could break through illusions and lock onto the true form of the vengeful demon, had become the key to this battle, and was undoubtedly a thorn in the demon's side. Protecting Chen Fei was protecting her own eyes that could break the stalemate, and the foundation for winning this battle.
Cao Feiyu's dress fluttered in the wind. Although her face was still somewhat pale and her breathing was slightly uneven due to the angry attack she had just delivered, her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness. They were burning with raging anger and icy killing intent, with no trace of her previous confusion and pain.
The tip of the longsword in his hand trembled slightly, emitting a clear and melodious hum, and exhaling a chilling azure sword aura, firmly protecting Chen Fei behind him.
There was no unnecessary talk, no fancy opening moves.
Facing the rapidly approaching, dark streak of light that pierced the air with a mournful, wailing sound, Cao Feiyu merely flicked her wrist, and her longsword transformed into a streak of azure light, slashing out once more.
Unlike before, this time when Cao Feiyu drew her sword, there seemed to be an indescribable spirituality in her sword intent, a spirituality that saw through the illusion.
It wasn't that Chen Fei directly helped, but rather that the moment Cao Feiyu broke free from the illusion and saw the truth, her spiritual sense resonated in some mysterious way with the True Mirror above Chen Fei's head, which was still radiating a clear light.
The mirror light acts like a stable beacon, continuously radiating outwards waves that dispel illusions.
Cao Feiyu's divine sense detected this fluctuation and used it as a guide to instantly penetrate Rong Xiuyuan's illusory and ever-changing movements, which were trying to blend into the environment, and firmly locked onto the most solid and essential source of resentment in the core of his shadow.
At this moment, in Cao Feiyu's perception, Rong Xiuyuan was no longer a fleeting shadow, but a target with a clear energy core and trajectory.
No matter how strange his movements were or how much demonic energy he concealed, his true form was as clear as a firefly in the dark, giving Rong Xiuyuan a sense of frustration that he had nowhere to hide.
"boom!"
The azure sword rainbow and the dark, flowing light collided without any frills, producing no crisp sound like metal clashing, only a dull rumble caused by the violent collision of energies.
In an instant, a visible circular shockwave, mixed with shattered sword energy and dissipating resentful demonic energy, exploded outwards from the point of impact, sweeping in all directions.
The hard rock of the ground was as if it had been turned over by an invisible giant plow, cracking, breaking, and flying away layer by layer. The remaining broken walls and ruins around it groaned under the weight of this violent impact, collapsing and disintegrating one after another.
From Rong Xiuyuan's right hand, which was formed by shadows, a strangely shaped, pitch-black scimitar with an astonishing curve had materialized at some point.
The scimitar was neither gold nor iron; wisps of black energy, seemingly alive, swirled around its blade, radiating a sharpness and chilling coldness that seemed to sever souls. At this moment, the scimitar was perilously positioned in front of him, barely managing to block the sharp edge of the azure sword light.
Where the swords clashed, a blinding burst of energy erupted, the blue and black colors intertwining and annihilating each other with a sizzling sound.
Rong Xiuyuan was only at the mid-stage of the Tai Cang Realm. Although the environment of the ruins' demonic energy enhanced his power, making him unpredictable, his ability to directly attack was still significantly inferior to that of Cao Feiyu, a peak mid-stage Tai Cang Realm expert with a solid foundation.
The stalemate lasted less than a breath before the black scimitar emitted a soft creaking sound as it began to break under the strain, revealing fine cracks.
Rong Xiuyuan's shadowy body trembled violently, and the demonic energy surrounding him was constantly torn apart by the sharp sword energy.
The next instant, accompanied by a muffled groan, Rong Xiuyuan could no longer withstand the overwhelming power within the sword rainbow. He was struck head-on by a siege hammer, turning into a distorted afterimage and flying backward in a sorry state at an even faster speed than when he arrived.
It smashed through several remaining stone pillars along the way, carving a deep trench in the ground before barely managing to steady itself. The demonic energy churning around it had noticeably dimmed and become much more chaotic.
The vengeful demon Rong Xiuyuan, having regained his footing, had his shadow churning violently, revealing the extreme turmoil within him.
On his blurred face, his eerie green eyes were fixed on Cao Feiyu and Chen Fei in the distance, their light flickering, filled with disbelief, rage, and a hint of barely perceptible fear.
The carefully laid hunting trap was completely ruined. What shocked and puzzled him the most was how Cao Feiyu could not only get rid of the series of illusions that targeted his mental weaknesses in such a short time, but also pinpoint his true identity so accurately.
It should be noted that he had long since become one with the demonic energy and resentment of the remnant formations in his surroundings, and concealing his form and shifting between reality and illusion had become second nature to him.
In the blink of an eye, the eerie green light in Rong Xiuyuan's eyes flickered rapidly a few times. He gave Chen Fei a deep look, as if he wanted to remember the appearance of this ant who had ruined his plans.
Without hesitation, Rong Xiuyuan's figure, which had just stabilized, blurred again. Instead of rushing towards Chen Fei or Cao Feiyu, he transformed into a shadowy figure and sped off in the opposite direction from Chen Fei and Cao Feiyu.
escape!
There were no harsh words, and the decisiveness was astonishing. This is the Demon of Vengeance: cunning, cautious, and valuing life. Once it realizes that things are hopeless, it will not hesitate to act decisively.