The spatial barrier of the Garden of Zhou began to show signs of collapse.
This was the inevitable effect of this battle. Xu Yourong and Nanke's bloodlines were too powerful. Now that they were burning their lives to the limit, the Qi they released had long surpassed the peak of Ethereal Opening, reaching the limit of the Garden of Zhou's laws.
Of course, the Garden of Zhou would not be destroyed, because the laws responsible for maintaining the operation of this world would directly destroy all threats, which were the existences of Xu Yourong and Nanke.
The weapons used in the world of the Garden of Zhou were the shattered fragments of the spatial barrier.
The fragments of the spatial barrier left the night sky, transformed into meteors, and exploded towards the peak of Sunset Valley!
If Xu Yourong and Nanke did not stop fighting and continued to increase their Qi, then they would definitely die. They would be turned into powder by the countless meteors along with Sunset Valley!
They would die.
Nanke was very clear on this point. Previously, when she had thrust the Southern Cross Sword at Xu Yourong, it had already caused the space in the Garden of Zhou to begin to distort. This allowed her to finally confirm the limit of what the world of the Garden of Zhou could contain. What she wanted to do was raise her strength to the limit, force Xu Yourong to the limit as well, and then surpass the limit of what the Garden of Zhou could contain!
This was her strategy.
This represented her absolute will to fight!
Why had her teacher, that flawless Demon Military Advisor Black Robe, given the heavy responsibility of killing Xu Yourong to her? It was because Black Robe was very clear that she was willing to die together with Xu Yourong.
Her fate had been determined by Xu Yourong, so she invited her to walk to the end of her fate with joy, because this represented that she could also determine her fate.
So tonight, Xu Yourong would definitely die in the Garden of Zhou. Although the human girl definitely did not want to accept it, there was no other way. If she continued to burn the true blood of the Heavenly Phoenix, the world of the Garden of Zhou would send down countless meteors, bringing death. If she stopped, she would be killed by Nanke even faster.
This was a predestined battle, a battle that could not be avoided. The conclusion of the battle had already been decided, and it was so sorrowful that it caused one's heart to be at a loss.
It seemed like no one could change all of this.
But at the peak of Sunset Valley, there had always been a spectator.
The zither-playing old man was silent. After watching the battle for so long, he finally could not endure it any longer.
He was extremely certain that Princess Nanke's strategy had definitely obtained Lord Black Robe's approval, but at the same time, he was even more certain that the Demon Lord knew nothing of this matter.
He could not just watch as Princess Nanke died in front of him, because he did not want to endure the Demon Lord's wrath after the matter was over, and he did not want his tribe, which had struggled to survive in Xuelao City, to be struck into the abyss by the Demon Lord's wrath, forever sinking into oblivion.
So his fingers fell on the strings and very seriously plucked out a note.
Hearing the sound of the zither, a hint of anger flashed through Nanke's indifferent eyes. After a while, she gradually recovered her usual indifference — the battle between her and Xu Yourong did not allow others to interfere. But at this moment, all of her spirit and will were with Xu Yourong, so she had no way of stopping the zither-playing old man from helping her.
If he couldn't change it, he could only accept it.
What calmed her was that there was one thing that could not be changed tonight, and that was that Xu You Rong would definitely die.
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The sound of the zither gurgled. It was very gentle, but it also contained killing intent.
As the sound of the zither entered her ears, Xu Yourong's face paled even more. Countless perilous waves rose in her sea of consciousness, and she almost lost her grip on the Solitary Tree Longbow, allowing Nanke's sword to strike her body.
The mental energy attack of that elder from the Candle Shadow Shaman Tribe was extremely powerful and terrifying. She had used her mind to resist the even more terrifying Nanke, but she had been heavily injured in a single blow!
A trickle of blood slowly trickled down from the corner of her lips.
Unlike the blood that flowed from her fingers that gripped the longbow, this blood did not come from her will. It was not the result of her burning her life, but the result of her injury.
Her eyes were still calm, her expression still focused. She calmly gazed at Nanke, not even glancing at the zither-playing old man. Her left hand flew through the night wind and fell into the darkness.
It was not a mystical Daoist technique that could invisibly injure an enemy through the air. She only slapped her hand into the darkness.
There was nothing in the darkness, so what was she slapping?
In the next moment, a black square plate suddenly appeared in the darkness. The black square plate quietly floated in the air by her side, as if it had always been there, but no one had noticed it.
This was Xu Yourong's Fated Star Plate.
Her left hand fell on the center of the Fated Star Plate.
She did not move her fingers. At this moment, she did not have the time to calculate what her fate was.
The only thing she could do, the only thing she could do, was to attempt to control her own fate.
She poured the vigorous true essence that she had silently accumulated for a very long time, prepared to find an opportunity to deal a fatal blow to Nanke. Through this slap, she poured it all into the Fated Star Plate!
A muffled sound!
This sound was very similar to a gong, but it was even more like a broken gong. The sound was not pleasant to listen to, and was rather muffled.
But it was still loud.
This was the sound produced by the Fated Star Plate.
This was the powerful sound produced by fate.
A fierce wind blew on the peak, and the Fated Star Plate flashed with light. Those lines of fate that no one else could understand other than her quickly began to revolve, turning into countless dazzling threads of light.
The gurgling sound of the zither was directly interrupted by the sound of the broken gong.
Several strings on the zither snapped.
The zither-playing old man's face was pale. As if he had been struck by a heavy blow, he continuously vomited blood.
To throw fate into disorder, to heavily injure a powerful enemy, Xu Yourong's attack seemed to be played down, but in reality, it was powerful to an unimaginable degree. But for this, she had also paid an enormous price.
Nanke's childish voice rose again, and the Southern Cross Sword drew closer!
Xu Yourong's hand that held the Solitary Tong longbow began to violently tremble. Her eyes were still calm, but they were no longer as bright as before. They seemed rather dim.
The most shocking thing was that the blood that flowed from the corner of her lips increased in quantity.
The zither-playing old man activated his extremely vigorous spiritual sense, forcefully suppressing the heavy injury in his sea of consciousness. He instantly calmed the berserk true essence in his meridians, disregarding his injuries. With a long howl, he struck again!
He floated away from the zither, and his two hands landed directly on top of Xu Yourong's head. In the darkness, his ten fingers glowed with a faint white light, as if they did not have any flesh, and only white bones remained.
After Xu Yourong's left hand struck the Fated Star Plate and produced that powerful sound, she took the opportunity to grab a corner of the Fated Star Plate.
She did not know what was so strange about this shaman elder's hands, but presumably, they were also poisonous. She did not even think. With a flip of her wrist, she held the Fated Star Plate and smashed it towards her opponent.
This smash seemed simple, like a fight between children, but in reality, it was not simple at all.
This was the final move of the Heavenly Academy's Sword of Hithering Light.
The Heavenly Academy's Sword of Hithering Light was famed for its speed and sharpness, and this final move was unimaginably fast. It was only because it was fast that it seemed extremely simple.
Xu Yourong's Sword of Hithering Light was better than any student of the Heavenly Academy.
Her strike was faster than the final move of the Sword of Hithering Light by any student of the Heavenly Academy.
It was so fast that even the zither-playing old man could not avoid it.
A muffled sound of impact rang out. The zither-playing old man could not avoid it, and used his two hands to directly collide with the Fated Star Plate in her hands. In an instant, his fingers broke, and his bones cracked. He retreated more than thirty meters, and vomited blood without stopping!
Xu Yourong was also shaken by this collision, and her eyes became even dimmer.
Nanke's eyes were still wooden and indifferent, but they were unprecedentedly bright.
The zither-playing old man had suffered a crushing defeat in one move, but it had given her the best opportunity of the night.
A clear and childish whistle once again resounded through the cliff.
Nanke's figure suddenly became incorporeal, and the sword screen vanished. She paid no attention to the dozen or so Wu Arrows. Her two hands came together, fusing the Southern Cross Sword into one, and pierced towards Xu Yourong!
Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh, the Wu Arrows pierced through the night sky!
Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh, the dozen or so arrows pierced deep into her body!
Nanke's expression did not change, as if she could not feel the pain at all.
Two extremely bright sword glows, like two rivers of stars, chopped towards Xu Yourong's face.
There was a grating sound, the sound of the Tong Bow breaking through the rocks of the cliff.
In the end, the Tong Bow was unable to resist the might of the Southern Cross Sword, and left the ground!
The longbow that left the ground was like a rootless wutong tree, and instantly began to wilt.
The bright sword glows broke through the bow, chopping at the left side of Xu Yourong's chest, causing a spurt of blood!
Even at this critical juncture, Xu Yourong's eyes were still calm. With a flick of her wrist, she used the longbow to block Nanke's sword, and then swiftly retreated backwards. The white ceremonial robe unfurled in the night wind. It was stained with blood, like an injured white crane, but still elegant and otherworldly.
How could Nanke give her the chance to leave? She swept forward like a shadow.
The Tong Bow and the Southern Cross Sword clashed, creating countless turbulent currents in the night sky!
Nanke's entire body was covered in blood, but her eyes were even brighter. Her hands left the hilt of her sword, and like lightning, she thrust forward!
Her fingertips glowed with a faint green light!
The peacock had a tail feather, the most venomous, the sharpest, and the fastest in the world.
This was the Peacock Plume, the true Peacock Plume!
Nanke's ten fingers stabbed into Xu Yourong's shoulders, deep into her bones!
Blood splattered everywhere, and the golden light seemed to be covered in many black spots!
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Pain, so pain, it really was very painful.
Xu Yourong had never felt such pain before.
So she was very angry, unprecedentedly angry.
With a tearing sound, the white ceremonial robe shattered into countless pieces.
Countless golden lights, following the direction of her fingers, struck Nanke's body.
The muffled sounds of collisions resounded.
Countless finger holes appeared on Nanke's body, and blood endlessly gushed out from them!
The peacock had feathers.
The phoenix had feathers.
This was Xu Yourong's Myriad Feathers!
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All of her cultivation had been used.
All of her divine artifacts and demonic weapons had been used.
All of her life-saving abilities had been used.
All of her true essence had been used.
All of her blood had almost been drained.
This battle was so bitter, so desperate.
The peak of Sunset Valley was quiet. The dust on the cliff gradually settled, but the blood that had spilled out was still burning. The blazing heat and cold constantly mixed and disappeared, and it was extremely bright.
Xu Yourong stood at the edge of the cliff, her face slightly pale, her clothes speckled with blood.
Nanke looked even more miserable. Her entire body was covered in wounds, and blood endlessly flowed out.
But she had won.
A clear whistle continuously resounded from the peak of Sunset Valley!
Her voice was so young and tender, yet so callous.
This clear whistle was cold! Proud! Tyrannical! In the end, it gave off a feeling of madness!
Although it was somewhat regretful, victory was the most important matter.
Although she had the assistance of experts, death was the fairest judge of victory and defeat.
She and Xu Yourong were already at the end of their rope, but in the next moment, Xu Yourong would die.
Tonight, she had finally defeated her destined opponent.
This signified that she had defeated her fate.
The whistle of the Surpassing Bird gradually became softer, and then stopped.
Nanke returned to her previous indifferent appearance, and woodenly said, "My blood is in your body, and behind you is a bottomless abyss, so you are dead."
Xu Yourong stood at the edge of the cliff, the night wind gently blowing the hair on her face.
She lowered her head, thinking about something.
Was she thinking about what kind of posture she should use to welcome death?
"Please bestow this glory upon me."
Nanke said seriously as she looked at her.
Xu Yourong raised her head to look at her, and a hint of relief and teasing appeared in her eyes. She was like an old woman who had seen through the world and could calmly welcome death, and also like a naughty little girl.
"Why should I make you happy?"
She smiled as she said these words, then turned around and walked into the darkness of the cliff.
As she gazed at the empty cliff, a hint of confusion appeared in Nanke's eyes. She blankly said, "Are you an idiot? Do you really think you're a Phoenix? "
Xu Yourong was the reincarnation of the Heavenly Phoenix, but not a true Phoenix.
She did not have wings, nor had she cultivated to the Saint Realm, so she naturally could not fly freely.
She walked into the night of the cliff, so she naturally fell into the abyss of death.
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It was quiet, whether it was on the cliff or elsewhere.
Xu Yourong … the reincarnation of the Heavenly Phoenix, even in the last ten-odd years of blooming wildflowers, she was unquestionably the most beautiful flower. She was regarded as the future leader of the humans, and the greatest threat of the demons. Was she really going to quietly die in the Garden of Zhou like this?
Nanke walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down into the pitch-black abyss. She silently thought, even if you die, you are not willing to die by my hand. Is this your final pride, or is this returning to your true self?
The Black Dragon was silent in the clouds. She did not like humans, and Chen Changsheng was probably the only exception … especially after she had sensed the past events recounted by her father's heroic spirit in the Garden of Zhou, she was filled with hostility towards the human experts. Naturally, this included Xu Yourong, the human girl who could possibly become the strongest. Logically speaking, she shouldn't have any sympathy or sadness towards Xu You Rong's death. Moreover, she clearly remembered that Chen Chang Sheng had said many times that he didn't like this fiancée of his. But why did she still feel a little confused and even a little uneasy? If Chen Chang Sheng knew that she personally witnessed the scene of Xu You Rong's death and didn't do anything, would he blame her?
Xu Yourong fell into the abyss of death, her eyes tightly closed. The sound of the wind by her ears was so distant. Blood once again flowed from the corner of her lips, and upon meeting the night wind, it began to burn. It became a string of bright flame that floated behind her, but it could only illuminate a very small area around her, not enough to illuminate the path ahead.
Wasn't the ground getting closer and closer? Death was also getting closer and closer, but why was this mountain in the Garden of Zhou so high? Just how long would she have to fall before she could obtain the final peace?
No, death was the end, not peace. That was not the other shore of the sea of stars that she had pursued while cultivating!
She had leapt from the edge of the cliff not to seek refuge in death, but to not die at the hands of that pigweed harvesting girl!
But how could she not die?
She closed her eyes and thought about this question, but where could she find an answer?
She fell faster and faster, and the wind grew stronger and stronger.
As a result, the more she thought, the colder she felt, frustrated and helpless.
Suddenly, she thought of something the Divine Empress had said to her many years ago when she left the capital.
"Little Phoenix, it's fine to be afraid of pain, but don't be afraid of death, especially … you."
Then, her eyes opened.
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(There's a draft. It's just this confident. It's written so calmly and powerfully.)
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