Volume 3 - Chapter 383: The Monstrous Genius from a Hundred Thousand Years Ago - Part 2
A streak of light shot forward, but before it could reach its target, another figure appeared—old, yet far more imposing. An even vaster and more terrifying domain surged into being, locking down Wang Shanhe where he stood, rendering him completely immobile.
The pressure and aura that radiated from this elder instantly drew the attention of every Immortal King present from the Dream Clan, Wind Spirit Clan, Hidden Sea Clan, and more. Their expressions all changed in shock.
This man was a ninth-tier Immortal King!
Just one step short of perfection in the Immortal King realm!
Such figures were rare across the entire Southern Domain, each capable of anchoring a major clan or sect in the top hundred.
Yet this powerhouse appeared to be nothing more than an attendant of the quasi-emperor’s heir.
“Silence,” the elder of the Imperial Clan said coldly as he held Wang Shanhe in place.
As his words fell, heaven and earth suddenly roared with a thunderous boom.
Boom!!
A deafening explosion followed as the hand of the quasi-emperor descended from the heavens, crashing down with apocalyptic might. But beneath that palm, a blinding seven-colored radiance erupted.
With a piercing screech, a seven-colored light blade slashed upward like a divine sword aimed at the firmament, severing the emperor's palm in a single stroke!
The sudden reversal stunned the crowd into silence.
The Immortal Kings of various major factions were the first to react, their shocked gazes shooting toward the boy’s side.
There, a figure stood garbed in flowing cyan-blue robes, wrapped in resplendent seven-colored brilliance. She held the boy upright in her arms, her face turned away from the world, eyes filled with nothing but heartache as she gazed at him.
Silence.
Utter silence engulfed the entire Southern Domain. Only after a long pause did waves of astonished voices erupt.
“Who is that?”
“She blocked an attack from the quasi-emperor’s heir!”
“Her cultivation… she’s just at the Immortal Lord realm? That’s impossible!”
Everyone was stunned. None expected someone would intervene at this moment—and dare to oppose the Imperial Clan.
Suspended in midair, Li Hao, too, was momentarily dazed. He hadn’t expected the one to appear before him to be none other than the person he’d been searching for—Ying Xiaoxiao.
Not far away, Wang Shanhe—still restrained by the domain—was equally stunned. His mind had been entirely on Li Hao, not noticing how she had crossed through space to arrive here.
But that familiar aura, that familiar face… wasn't she the very Shi Miao he had seen countless times ten thousand years ago?
The personal disciple of Emperor Tianyang.
A time spirit born from primordial chaos.
One of the greatest prodigies of the True Realm, whose name had shaken all four domains ten thousand years ago. Her soul had not faded. Though none knew where she had reincarnated, he had followed her trail endlessly—and now, she stood before him!
“You… it’s you?”
Li Hao finally snapped out of his daze. The sorrow and tenderness in her eyes stirred something inexplicable within him. It all felt like a dream.
He recalled that his connection with her had never run that deep. Yet her eyes looked at him as though they’d known each other for ten thousand years. There was a strange, almost mystical familiarity that made his heart quiver.
Then it struck him—what Wang Lao had shown him earlier, the vision of that master’s disciple, Shi Miao’s reincarnation.
So, was the girl before him Ying Xiaoxiao… or Shi Miao?
The aura radiating from her—the oppressive might of an Immortal Lord, the vast, unfathomable waves of time—made Li Hao’s heart tremble.
“You don’t need to fear me. I won’t hurt you,”
Ying Xiaoxiao’s voice was soft, gentle. Seeing the doubt in his eyes, she added, “Never.”
Only those who truly grasped the Dao of Time understood the weight of that word: “never.” It carried a meaning beyond what ordinary mortals could even begin to fathom.
As she held Li Hao’s hand, time itself flowed between her fingers. In the blink of an eye, the weakened aura around Li Hao withdrew. His shattered meridians knit back together. The time around him rewound—his body returning to the state it was in several breaths ago.
Li Hao stood still, stunned. Such powerful reversal of time—even with his own mastery of the time source at the fourth tier—was something he could never achieve. Especially since he had just used his own temporal powers. Reversing that would require unweaving a tangle of time within time—reversing even the reversal itself!
“I’ll take you away,”
Ying Xiaoxiao said as her gaze locked onto Li Hao’s. There was an unfathomable depth in her eyes, as if she meant to etch his face into her very soul.
Li Hao faltered. Something about that gaze—those eyes filled with the weight of countless ages—made his heart tremble inexplicably. He didn’t understand why she looked at him like that, as if they had spent endless lifetimes together.
“Who are you?”
At that moment, a cold voice rang out. Unlike before, this time it was laced with unmistakable fury.
Li Hao turned toward the voice and saw the icy face of Ji Ming, his eyes brimming with a bone-chilling cold.
Ying Xiaoxiao’s soft expression vanished the moment she heard that voice. As if remembering the existence of an outsider, she slowly raised her gaze and looked at him. In her eyes now gleamed a killing intent so sharp it could pierce the heavens.
“That palm… I took it for him.”
Her voice was cold as frost. “If you can take one strike from me, then in the name of the Imperial Clan, withdraw your people and let him leave. Do we have a deal?”
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