246 - Elasia Saga

Chapter 246 - Safely Together Lu Xiao Wen's talisman successfully severed Fu Yan from the oppressive space, and the surroundings gradually regained their peace. He tried to stand up slowly from the black dragon's back. However, his strength was utterly drained, leaving his body weak and unsteady, nearly causing him to slip off the front. Fortunately, at the critical moment, he managed to stabilize himself with a surprisingly agile step, preventing himself from experiencing the same fate as Mo Ling's head. On the other side, Bai Yue Li, upon seeing that Mo Ling's head was trapped amidst the dragon flames, finally let out a small sigh of relief and slowly stood up. At that moment, the two of them wasted no time. They immediately retrieved pills that could rapidly restore their strength from their storage rings and swallowed them swiftly. Within moments, the pallor on their faces began to recede, gradually restoring some vitality to their complexion. Seeing this, the black dragon then gently lowered them down and shifted into Fu Juan's human form, landing not far from Bai Yue Li. Bai Yue Li nodded toward Fu Juan, not entirely steady on her feet, leaping directly into the sky and stopping in front of Fu Yan at the array's center, her gaze locked intently on her. The space around Fu Yan, now separated, seemed devoid of any absorbable strength. The area fell into a brief silence, though her body, faintly visible amidst the demonic aura, radiated a terrifying presence akin to a dreadful demon. “Swish!” Soon, Lu Xiao Wen flew up to join them, while Fu Juan stayed vigilant atop the mountain, her eyes fixed on the head trapped within the dragon flames, ensuring Mo Ling didn't manage a sly escape. “Thank goodness, it's finally calmed down,” Lu Xiao Wen murmured, breathing a sigh of relief as he observed the tranquilized Fu Yan. Bai Yue Li’s face retained its worry, her hands clenched tightly as she gazed at the seemingly asleep Fu Yan. Amidst the chaos, they hardly had the chance to scrutinize the situation, but now they could finally examine Fu Yan's condition closely. Fu Yan, her head slightly bowed, arms hanging limply at her sides, emanated a fierce demonic aura, yet seemed harmless without its oppressive presence. “For a cultivator, spiritual energy and demonic aura can't coexist. Once they clash, they repel each other,” Lu Xiao Wen explained carefully, gazing at Fu Yan. According to Bai Yue Li, Fu Yan's energy sea was unique, absorbing both spiritual energy and some demonic aura harmlessly. But the recent phenomenon was unprecedented. He still struggled to comprehend how a cultivator could safely absorb demonic energy for cultivation. Hearing this, Bai Yue Li paused briefly, recalling the moment Fu Yan had confided in her this secret. Though she was initially startled, she never doubted it. Looking back, she shouldn't have brought Fu Yan to the demonic realm, encouraging her to cultivate using demonic aura. As Lu Xiao Wen mentioned, demonic aura and spiritual energy are distinct forces that cannot coexist. Perhaps it had been ordinary demonic aura before, which Fu Yan could manage to neutralize. However, this dense demonic energy, accumulated over nearly two millennia, overwhelmed her, causing internal conflicts and driving her toward a crisis. This was what led to the earlier dire situation. Lu Xiao Wen, noticing Bai Yue Li's silence and understanding her distress, sighed gently, offering, “You don't need to worry too much. Fu Yan has always been resilient and steadfast. She will overcome the demonic aura’s power.” Even as he reassured her, Lu Xiao Wen harbored doubts. The power Fu Yan absorbed was immense, not just demonic aura, but also involving Mo Ling's and their own energy. For Fu Yan, these forces were alien intrusions, a chaotic mix difficult to unravel. Helping her was beyond them now; it was all up to Fu Yan herself. Bai Yue Li understood this truth, though the agony of helplessly watching was tormenting. She fixed her gaze on Fu Yan's condition, dreading any further incidents. Lu Xiao Wen observed her but could only let her be. Until Fu Yan regained consciousness, Bai Yue Li’s anxiety would not subside. With no other choice, he quietly continued ingesting pills, gradually restoring his strength. Moments later, Bai Yue Li's eyes lit up with surprise. “The power of the demonic aura is slowly weakening,” she said with delight. Lu Xiao Wen, startled, quickly looked over. The demonic aura surrounding Fu Yan was noticeably thinning, its overwhelming force subsiding toward calmness. Lu Xiao Wen couldn't help but be amazed, struggling to believe it. In such a short time, Fu Yan had begun digesting this massive force; witnessing it was astonishing. “Ah…” But in the next instant, Fu Yan suddenly threw her head back, a terrifying surge of power erupting from within her, and she groaned in unbearable pain. “Not good!” Lu Xiao Wen realized something amiss, his eyes widening. Without hesitating, he instinctively dashed to Bai Yue Li's side, raising his hand swiftly. A shield of invisible energy materialized instantly between them. Bai Yue Li snapped back to reality, hurriedly retrieving a defensive treasure to strengthen the barrier before them. In the next moment, a tremendous power burst from Fu Yan, visibly rippling through the sky and shaking the entire Frost Moon Palace ruins. However, Fu Juan on the mountain peak and Mo Ling's head remained largely unaffected, although both glanced in astonishment at the figure in the sky. The demonic aura once coursing through Fu Yan had vanished, replaced by a terrifying force seeping from every pore, almost palpable enough to peel skin on contact. “Crack—” In less than two breaths, a cracking sound emanated from the barrier before Bai Yue Li and Lu Xiao Wen, revealing a fine fracture. Shocked, Lu Xiao Wen murmured incredulously, “Truly, combined with all our powers, how fearsome.” He increased his primordial force, his spiritual strength forming an intricate net, tightly monitoring the incoming force. Bai Yue Li, too, remained active. Though her strength had not fully returned, as the new Lord of the Demonic Realm, she wielded numerous treasures. She quickly retrieved another defensive artifact, placing it between them for added protection. “Buzz—” Finally, the space's tremors subsided, the oncoming power progressively weakening, with the energy within Fu Yan returning to a stable state in less than half an hour. Lu Xiao Wen let out a deep sigh of relief. “Fu Yan!” Observing Fu Yan's gradual stabilization, Bai Yue Li, unable to suppress her concern, swiftly moved to her side, gingerly cradling her wavering form. This time, Lu Xiao Wen did not intervene. “Fu Yan,” Bai Yue Li softly called, her heart aching as she beheld the frail figure in her embrace. “Mm…” Groggily, Fu Yan mumbled, gradually awakening. Though her thoughts were still cloudy, she heard Bai Yue Li's voice. Her sister was calling her, and she heard it. “Sister.” Fu Yan struggled to open her eyes, gazing at Bai Yue Li, her sister's flawless complexion devoid of all color, her clear eyes misty. Though she yearned to reach out, her arms felt unbearably heavy, so she relented, weakly murmuring, “Sister, I’m… I’m okay.” Bai Yue Li couldn't find words, merely clumsily holding Fu Yan tighter, as if she were a fragile porcelain doll, always at risk of shattering. Feeling the embrace’s strength, Fu Yan managed a faint smile, her lips curving slightly. “Cough…” Nearby, Lu Xiao Wen awkwardly cleared his throat, bringing Bai Yue Li back to reality. At last, she broke her silence, comforting, “It’s alright, I’m here.” "Mm." Fu Yan paused, her smile deepening. "Whoosh—" At that moment, a golden script unexpectedly illuminated, and Fu Yan’s memories came rushing back. Her eyes widened in surprise. This golden script encircled her wrist. As she struggled to lift her arm, the golden light intensified, revealing mysterious, undecipherable glyphs that flickered in and out of view. "What is this...?" Fu Yan and Bai Yue Li's voices overlapped in astonishment. ... On the mountaintop. Within the circle of roaring dragon flames, Mo Ling's head suddenly lifted, its gaze fixed intently on the golden script glowing on Fu Yan’s wrist in the sky. Sensing the power emanating from it, Mo Ling felt a chill run down its spine. Despite suspecting this outcome, the sight of it in reality was something it could hardly believe. How could an ordinary cultivator possess such power within their body? When Fu Yan had absorbed its power, Mo Ling had detected an indomitable force within her, yet had refused to accept it at the time. Now, the fact was undeniable. Fu Yan’s body indeed contained the essence of a cosmic law—the golden script. Swish! In the next instant, Mo Ling's head forcefully propelled itself through the surrounding dragon flames. If not now, then when? This site is free from pop-up ads, permanent domain (xbanxia.com).