svetikya Chapter 43 Snatching a Saintess Zhangshi Village
Chapter 43 Snatching a Saintess Zhangshi Village
The underground palace returned to its deathly silence.
Zixia's nerves, which had been stretched to the limit, snapped completely at this moment.
She glanced at Li Xian, her cold eyes slowly closed, and she collapsed to the ground.
Her Dao embryonic origin was exhausted, her vitality dried up, she was completely out of breath, and her primordial spirit was about to be extinguished.
Li Xian stood still, without offering to help.
He waited quietly for three breaths.
After confirming that there was no sign of any living creature in the underground palace, he stepped towards the Heavenly Demon Lamp.
Bending down, I picked it up.
This lamp has lost its dominant spirit, and the deity within it has vanished into the annals of time, but its material remains a regal artifact woven with reason and law.
He carefully placed the Heavenly Demon Lamp into the Sea of Bitterness and then used the Blood Source Coffin to enshrine the dried corpse of the Heavenly Demon.
Then, Li Xian walked to Zixia's side.
Looking down from his vantage point at the unconscious Holy Maiden of the Purple Mansion.
To silence them.
One hundred.
However, this kind of constitution is extremely rare.
It requires 100,000 years to develop and can perfectly inherit the Western Emperor's Daoist teachings.
"Dark turmoil is coming. I need allies. The Dao Embryo can take over the Western Emperor's body for the final battle. At the very least, it will be a top-tier magic support."
The route of the Speedrunner Emperor.
This waste of resources cannot be tolerated.
Zixia is not an enemy, but a key.
Li Xian bent down, grasped the saintess's wrist with one hand, and examined her injuries.
Extremely bad.
More than 60% of the original source has been lost.
The five internal organs and spiritual treasures decline, the spiritual bridge shatters, the life spring dries up, and the sea of suffering sinks into silence.
Without timely treatment, he wouldn't survive more than a few days.
"Tsk, even worse than the current Heavenly Demon Body, which had half of its origin severed in the womb. In the original story, Zixia should have suffered this fate; her Dao Embryo's origin was lost, otherwise her constitution wouldn't be so weak, barely reaching the Great Sage level..."
Li Xian frowned.
He took out a drop of divine spring water from the ancient forbidden land, pried open Zixia's mouth, and dripped it in.
The divine spring water entered her body, and the immense life essence protected the Purple Mansion Saintess's heart meridian, forcibly keeping her alive.
"I'm gone."
Li Xian carried Zixia on his shoulder, and the golden lotus phantom beneath his feet bloomed, transforming into a golden light as he rushed out of the Heavenly Demon Palace.
Taking advantage of the chaos, the people of the Purple Mansion Holy Land fled.
They must seek help from the holy land; otherwise, they'll be caught.
Along the way, Li Xian used the Chaos Millstone with extreme caution to crush and smooth out all traces, fluctuations, and scents left by the two.
……
Half a day later.
Above the Heavenly Demon Palace.
The once clear sky suddenly darkened.
The void was forcibly torn apart by an invisible hand.
Purple clouds rise from the east, stretching for 30,000 miles.
A majestic figure with a purple-gold Dao seal hanging above his head stepped out from the void rift.
The Holy Lord of the Purple Palace.
Top powerhouse in the Eastern Wilderness.
Holding a sacred weapon, his aura was so overwhelming that all the birds and beasts within a radius of ten thousand miles prostrated themselves and trembled in fear.
"Holy Son and Holy Daughter plead for help; the guardian's soul lamp has gone out..."
The Purple Mansion Saint Lord's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion, but the suppressed rage was so intense that it distorted the surrounding space.
The powerful being's gaze was like lightning, instantly piercing through the earth's layers to see the scene inside the Heavenly Demon Palace.
With one step, the Holy Lord of the Purple Mansion stood at the bottom of the underground palace.
The ground was in mess.
The protector of the Six Transformations of the Dragon.
It was split in two from head to toe, the cut as smooth as a mirror.
Granny Chen, who had reached the peak of the Nine Transformations of the Dragon, had her chest pierced and her head devoured.
A pile of charred, dried corpses and a clump of eerie red hair.
Zixia was nowhere to be seen.
The Holy Lord of the Purple Mansion walked to Granny Chen's corpse, his eyes slightly closed, and the purple-gold Dao seal between his brows radiated divine light.
"Backtrack!"
Using powerful methods, they attempted to reenact the battle that took place here.
however.
The Purple Gold Dao Seal had just projected a blurry light and shadow.
In the interplay of light and shadow, a wisp of grayish-brown sword energy suddenly appeared.
"Click."
The purple-gold Dao Seal trembled violently, and the light and shadow shattered instantly.
The Holy Lord of the Purple Mansion let out a muffled groan, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with horror.
"Such terrifying sword intent...it even severed the secrets of heaven?!"
He turned his head and looked at the tuft of red hair.
With just one glance, the Purple Mansion Saint Lord felt a sharp pain in his soul, as an extremely cold and evil aura tried to climb over him through his gaze.
"Master Yuan's later years were ominous!"
The Holy Lord of the Purple Mansion gasped, abruptly averting his gaze. With a wave of his sleeve, the purple energy transformed into a seal, suppressing the red-haired man.
"A peerless old monster has made a move."
The Holy Lord of the Purple Mansion had a somber expression.
He can kill a dragon in six transformations with a single sword strike, control the ominous fate of the Source Celestial Master in his later years, and erase all heavenly secrets.
This is not a dispute between juniors; it is a shocking killing plot targeting the Purple Mansion Holy Land!
"Pass on the order."
The voice of the Holy Lord of the Purple Mansion penetrated the earth.
The message was relayed back to the Zifuyuan City headquarters, 30,000 miles away.
"Seal off Source City! Offer a reward and investigate anyone connected to Source Technique and the ominous red-haired man!"
"We must find her, alive or dead! We must bring back the Holy Maiden!"
……
Li Xian spent ten days rushing back to Shizhai.
Along the way, they changed routes several times, crushing the traces of energy with the Chaos Millstone, and even deliberately detoured around two desolate cities, leaving seven or eight false clues in the crowd.
The Purple Mansion Saint Lord's kill order has spread throughout the Northern Wilderness.
The area under lockdown radiates outward from the Heavenly Demon Palace for 100,000 miles.
Li Xian was experienced in escaping and had the initiative, perfectly avoiding numerous encirclements and interceptions.
The people of Zifu would never have imagined that their Holy Maiden would be carried on the shoulders of an "ant" at the first level of the Dao Palace and brought into an inconspicuous stone village on the edge of the Northern Region.
Zixia was in a coma for nineteen days.
Li Xian vacated her bedroom.
A soft animal skin cushion was laid on the stone bed, and a drop of diluted divine spring water was fed to the child every six hours.
For the rest of the time, he sat cross-legged by the bed and used his divine sense to examine the remaining state of the Dao Embryo Origin within Zixia's body. Thirty percent was consumed, and thirty percent was swallowed, for a total loss of sixty percent of the Origin.
Even if only 40% of the original essence remains, the innate Dao embryo is still repairing itself.
The purple Daoist aura, as delicate as spider silk, slowly began to weave anew in the desolate sea of suffering.
'The Dao Embryo's self-healing speed is faster than expected. This type of physique is naturally in harmony with the Dao, and after being injured, it will instinctively absorb the Dao essence of heaven and earth to repair itself, but the primordial spirit...'
Li Xian frowned.
Zixia's primordial spirit was severely damaged.
The origin of the Dao embryo is connected to the root system of the primordial spirit. If the origin is lost in sixty percent, the primordial spirit will inevitably have a large area of emptiness.
He withdrew his consciousness.
He stood up, pushed open the door, and went out.
Lei Ying waited outside the door with a bowl of ginseng soup in her hand.
"Master, she looks better today."
The girl's voice was soft, and her gaze unconsciously fell on the stone bed behind Li Xian.
The woman in purple lay quietly, her long hair spread out, her face illuminated by the lamplight, her beauty beyond compare.
Lei Ying carried the ginseng soup inside, her hands steady, but her mind wandering.
Nine days have passed.
She had never seen Li Xian care about anyone so much.
This man is otherworldly, ethereal, and doesn't seem to exist in this world.
For those nine days, he fed her medicine every six hours without fail, and even personally wiped the sweat from the woman's face.
"An immortal should be paired with a fairy."
Lei Ying placed the ginseng soup by the bedside and muttered something softly, so softly that only she could hear it.
She looked down at her coarse linen clothes.
"...A little bumpkin is just a little bumpkin."
"It's something I shouldn't have hoped for..."