Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 1086 - 683: Where the Soul Mark Is

Chapter 1086: Chapter 683: Where the Soul Mark Is

The Light Blade swept across, but the youth’s massive head showed no intention of detaching and falling, as the gashes quickly healed under the influence of tendrils of black mist.

Xu Yuan was not surprised at all.

This boundless pale space was essentially a manifestation of both parties’ cultivation, and since it was cultivation, there were naturally no deadly injuries like head or heart damage to speak of.

The only way to kill the opponent was to completely shatter their manifested body.

When Xu Yuan struck just now, with the dispersing of the black mist into the surrounding space, Mu Nuo’s massive and towering form shrank slightly, but it was almost imperceptible.

This was actually quite unfair.

Judging by the discrepancy in sizes to calculate cultivation,

Xu Yuan would have to hack at Mu Nuo with a flurry of blows to accomplish the same, whereas Mu Nuo might only need one punch to obliterate him.

If struck truly, he would meet death on the spot.

Put simply, Xu Yuan would have to emerge unscathed to survive.

And this point, Xu Yuan had no confidence.

In Cangyuan Chronicles, he could beat the game with no damage because he could learn a boss’s skills by rote, but reality had too many variables.

There weren’t no ways to cope, though.

As a space for cultivation manifestation, cultivation could manifest almost anything.

If Xu Yuan wanted, he could even use the Saint’s Power in the patterns to manifest a mecha from his past life to enwrap and protect his physical body, engaging Mu Nuo in a brawl akin to Fatian Xiangdi.

But after carefully weighing the pros and cons, Xu Yuan abandoned this thought.

Though this method could increase fault tolerance, competing with Mu Nuo in a battle of attrition was completely a slow death.

This hanger-on not only consumed his own mother but also devoured that energizer ancient beast father, and the Saint’s Power was almost as deep as an ocean.

The ancient pattern within already might be less than a hundredth of it.

If he wanted to kill this kid alive,

then he could only dance on the tip of the knife.

Amidst his thoughts,

tiny crystalline mirrors appeared around Xu Yuan without any warning, as Mu Nuo touched his neck to check the already healed incision and said:

"Xu Changtian, the gap between us is too vast, your struggles are nothing but futile."

With those words,

countless glittering threads suddenly darted out from these mirrors, shooting toward Xu Yuan as fast as lightning!

His eyes flickered rapidly, and Xu Yuan instantly captured the trajectories of all the threads.

A hundred and thirty-two threads, blocking almost all his escape routes, intending to break through by slashing through three above his right arm with the patterns.

His combat instincts made Xu Yuan make the judgment instantly, but just as he was about to act, some inexplicable information suddenly flashed in his mind.

When the threads skim through his body, the threads will further split and shoot hundreds of strands like floral stems thorns.

No time to wonder where this information came from, it was impossible to change his mind in this fleeting moment, and even less possible to believe this inexplicable information.

A three-foot long sword exuding brilliance instantly materialized in Xu Yuan’s hand, the sword light flowing in the air, carving out a splendid beam, cutting through the threads it reached and shattering the mirrors.

But just as Xu Yuan was about to break free from the prison of threads, just like the flash of information in his mind, the threads skimming past his body soared with sudden brilliance again.

"Clang—"

A crisp sound of metal clanging echoed.

And in the center of this sound,

a sea of crystalline thorny threads had already engulfed Xu Yuan’s figure.

Yet, if observed closely, the young man in the brocade robe at the center had not suffered any substantial harm, as all the crystalline threads that aimed to strike his body were precisely blocked by a layer of fine Light Shield.

Dense, numbering in the hundreds.

Narrowly escaping death, Xu Yuan’s expression showed no relief as he surveyed the thorny sea of threads trapping him and the dark light orb at the boy’s fingertips which now aimed directly at him, and a strange look suddenly flashed in Xu Yuan’s eyes.

That strange information came again.

This black light orb was not a direct attack method. During its flight, it would split into a thousand rays of light streaming through the sea of thorny threads, weaving into a spherical cage to trap him completely within.

What was this information?

With doubt stirring in his mind, although still not convinced by this inexplicable information, having had a precedent, Xu Yuan was no longer sitting and waiting for death.

In the next moment,

a sword light slicing the sky blossomed forth.

A gigantic sword blade pierced through the thorny sea of threads, unerringly stabbing into the raised wrist of the giant youth!

Still restrained within the thorny sea, Xu Yuan immediately clenched his hand in the air.

The giant blade obeyed and pivoted, Mu Nuo’s stabbed wrist nearly ready to be severed, yet it was at this moment that the black orb at Mu Nuo’s fingertip fully charged and fired at once.

Because Xu Yuan had manifested a sword blade, the firing direction of the black orb shifted slightly.

However, it did not prevent the information that emerged in his mind from being confirmed once more.

The black orb, after one breath, disintegrated into countless rays of light, which instantaneously prepared to weave a layer of cage.

Upon seeing this, Xu Yuan no longer hesitated.

The tiny Light Shields that blocked the threads’ power fragmented one after another, creating an instant of escape opportunity, with which Xu Yuan’s figure darted away, escaping the coverage area of the light cage in a flash.

Standing several hundred zhang away, Xu Yuan looked at the gigantic Light Blade still embedded in Mu Nuo’s wrist, hesitating whether to completely sever it to see the effect, when suddenly he sensed an enormous resistance emanating from it.

The sliced wrist forcibly dragged the Light Blade little by little back to its original position.

Mu Nuo was forcefully using the Sacred Origin to repair his body.

At the same time,

that inexplicable information appeared in Xu Yuan’s mind for the third time.

It couldn’t block this blade; if he wanted to forcibly sever his own wrist, it would be better to once turn the entire palm into a cage to enclose him.

"......."

Seeing the situation, Xu Yuan had no intention to contend with it and straightforwardly dispelled the giant sword he had manifested.

Mu Nuo’s wrist healed again.

Both stood opposed across the empty space once more.

This first probing, Xu Yuan knew he had lost.

This combat was essentially about hitting the Sacred Origin.

Based on the expenditure from both sides, as the defender, Xu Yuan consumed far less than Mu Nuo, but couldn’t beat the fact that this devoted son had his parents’ legacies.

Such a trade-off was simply not worthwhile for Xu Yuan.

Amidst their staring match,

the young man, tiny as a flea, suddenly revealed a smile to the ancient giant-like boy.

Both parties’ revealed spellcraft were most fundamental manipulation techniques of energy, but Mu Nuo should not have this kind of combat intellect, nor should he have such clear in-the-moment objectives.

This dumb little ghost could actually immediately find the approach most suitable for himself.

Binding him within a certain spatial area and using an overwhelming Sacred Origin to perpetually reinforce the cage, compressing his living space so he had no room for maneuver.

And this thought pattern,

was almost identical to his own!

Xu Yuan glanced past Mu Nuo to look at the space beneath his feet.

Boundless and desolate, without any color to it.

Previously, Xu Yuan had always thought this space underfoot should be the link between his and Mu Nuo’s minds, but now all sorts of signs indicated that this hypothesis was wrong.

If it were the mental linkage, Mu Nuo couldn’t be riddled with holes by the Heavenly Gate Sword Intent, nor could he attempt to possess him.

When that bizarre reminder flashed in his mind for the third time, Xu Yuan was almost certain that this space here was not some mental link but an unknown territory within his own body.

With this revelation,

Xu Yuan abruptly turned to Mu Nuo with a peculiar look in his eyes.

If Mu Nuo could resurrect others using Soul Marks, he could naturally simulate the corresponding thought patterns through Soul Marks, and to simulate his thought pattern means that this space.....

"Kid, is this young lord’s Soul Mark, right?"