LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 210: 132. She wanted to know what it feels like up there.
A seemingly simple sentence appeared to contain an overwhelming authority and command.
The disciple from the Confucian-Mo Pavilion felt an even more terrifying pressure than before crash down upon him.
It was like the relation between a king and his subjects, or like inherent shackles born with one, the mere touch of this pressure left him utterly defeated.
At this moment, the beliefs and proud spirit he had cultivated in the Confucian-Mo Pavilion shattered to dust, as an irresistible urge to bow spread through his heart.
"No! I will never admit defeat!"
Yet still, he glared fiercely, teeth clenched tight.
Scholars have their pride!
Xu Yuan's gaze was cold and dismissive, utterly disregarding his pride.
Even if he was not playing a king to align with the spirit of the Inheritance Space, he would not consider it important.
Pride of a scholar?
Unfortunately,
When a king orders death, the subject has no choice but to die!
As this thought surfaced, in the depths of his being, he could feel the lingering will of the departed Divine Emperor converging towards him.
"Die! Scholars are meant to die!"
The late Divine Emperor seemed to harbor an intense resentment toward the Confucian-Mo Pavilion, as if he had been deeply wronged by them once.
This made it all the easier for Xu Yuan to call upon the Power of Heaven and Earth within the Inheritance Space to deal with him.
His eyes half-closed, hair fluttering, Xu Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his robes billowing, as endless light and heat converged to form a great sun, hanging behind his head.
The Confucian-Mo Pavilion disciple had cracked lips and a flushed jaw, yet showed no fear, instead, there was a brave resolve to give it his all.
"Just the White Tiger Inheritance, what damn Divine Emperor! Dare to block our path, we will shatter you too!"
He shouted, his face contorted with emotion.
As he shouted, the Wind Thunder Tornado that enveloped him suddenly came to a halt and, astonishingly, began to spin in the opposite direction.
Not only that, but its speed was increasing rapidly, until at last, a black hole gradually unfolded from the eye of the storm.
And at its center, a slightly illusory figure, as if layered upon itself, slowly emerged.
Was this the Primordial Spirit Incarnation?!
Xu Yuan's heart shook, his expression solemn.
It was said that upon reaching the Primordial Spirit realm, one could harness the Power of Heaven and Earth to project a body from thousands of miles away, sending a fragment of one's spirit to manifest their might.
The figure appearing before him was clearly such an incarnation.
...
Outside the grand hall, Jing Lixue, who had relaxed her grip on the railing, furrowed her brows tightly.
Her intention was only to use this incident to help Xu Yuan see the truth.
But, she had never anticipated they would go this far, to the extent of manifesting a Primordial Spirit Incarnation.
"The Confucian-Mo Pavilion dares to behave so recklessly within our clan's Inheritance Space, they must really not think much of us," she said, her gaze cold and distant.
With his face as calm as still water, White Ink bowed his hands courteously and said softly, "That is now, not necessarily the future."
"Good," Jing Lixue's delicate fingers paused from tapping the railing, and a rare flash of anger crossed her fair, jade-like face.
"You wish to turn against me before even obtaining the inheritance?"
She narrowed her eyes, her clear, Liuli-like pupils now emanating a naked chill.
White Ink's heart grew cold; eventually, he remembered the fact that the inheritance had not yet been secured and reined in his arrogance, revealing a smile, "We dare not, and after this matter, my sect will surely present a suitable apology."
Jing Lixue stared at him for a long while before slowly exhaling a breath of white air.
The time was not right!
In her gaze, not only was there his nauseating smile, but also a flickering book of Fate Skill.
At the moment, a page that signified soaring ambitions was slowly turning over to reveal the next, and amidst the twinkling golden light, the words "Wedding Dress" could faintly be seen!
...
The Inheritance Space was filled with murderous intent as if it turned into a torrential downpour. Even though it seemed like Xu Yuan had the entire atmosphere of Heaven and Earth at his fingertips.
Facing the Primordial Spirit Incarnation, he still didn't feel very confident.
After all, it was a Primordial Spirit Incarnation.
Even Tian Liuli could not guarantee victory against such a being.
All he had to rely on was the residual resentment left by a departed Divine Emperor.
But remember, back in the Xuanwu Inheritance Space, Tian Liuli had relied on her strength to force the inheritance will to compromise.
Even with the support of this Inheritance Space, could he truly defeat his opponent?
The shadow stepping out of the black hole finally took shape; it was a kindly middle-aged scholar. When he stepped forth, he looked around with a smile, as if admiring the scenery around him.
Yet upon seeing Xu Yuan, the smile on his face disappeared into nothingness.
"So difficult to kill?"
He was somewhat surprised, raising his eyebrows slightly. He was supposed to appear only during the final contest for the inheritance, yet he hadn't expected these disciples to fail repeatedly in exterminating the foreign evil.
Immediately then, he dismissed all distractions, seizing this hard-earned opportunity to bridge realms and reached out to point from afar.
The moment he lifted his hand, Xu Yuan's heart began pounding uncontrollably.
An intense sense of crisis warned him in the depths of his being that he must not be touched by this pointing finger.
Following his premonition, without hesitation, he utilized the spiritual power he'd accumulated over this time to activate the Illusory Realm.