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Chapter 643 - Four Hundred and Twelve: The Source

Chapter 643: Chapter Four Hundred and Twelve: The Source

Within the indescribable mist, countless roots breaking the ground surged and boiled like living tentacles, engulfing a dozen miles around with their massive branches and willow limbs.

This sudden incident took everyone present by surprise.

Why had the ghost willow suddenly appeared above ground?

Why was Xu Yuan sitting atop that ghost willow?

Now, was it the ghost willow within him, or was he still himself?

If it was the former, why was Tian Ye, bound by the same life shackles, still intact?

If it was the latter, how did Primordial resist possession by the Saint Level Ghost?

But soon,

the man in white robes sitting on top of the ancient willow began to move.

He slowly propped himself up from his knees and stood, looking down from on high at the three people below and the golden runes nearly enveloping Tianyan.

Where his gaze fell,

the willow leaves stirred, gradually adding the fall of luminescent cherry blossoms, casting a striking beauty to the eerie and somber mists.

Then,

Xu Yuan raised his hand emotionlessly towards where the three stood.

At this sight,

the girl in a black dress with a bewitching figure suddenly laughed.

The connection of the life shackles assured her that the man was still himself, not the ghost willow that had succeeded in possession.

Looking at the man in white on the ancient willow, Tian Ye asked with a friendly smile,

"Xu Yuan, you even found the time to change your clothes. It seems you’ve succeeded. Congratulations..."

Mid sentence,

Tian Ye paused for a moment, staring at Xu Yuan’s brow with a chilling smile,

"However... I am quite curious, how did you resist the possession of the Saint Level Ghost?"

"....."

Responding to her greeting, Xu Yuan’s reply was simple; he slightly clenched his hand aimed at the three, and the light flickering in his devilishly charming eyes passed by, prompting the roots and willow limbs that enshrouded miles to begin writhing.

Seeing this, Luo Zhiyuan immediately looked around at the swamps and his expression suddenly changed.

Under his perception, the entire underground had been hollowed out by the ghost willow’s roots, stirring restlessly below.

His hoary voice carried extreme gravity,

"Saintess, retreat! The underground has been hollowed out by the ghost willow."

Tian Ye’s eyebrows lifted slightly, her eyes showing a touch of surprise when looking at Xu Yuan.

She hadn’t expected such a swift reaction from him.

In a mere instant, he had grasped the situation of the scene above.

But more than Xu Yuan’s response, Tian Ye appreciated his decisive action even more.

An hour ago, they had been so affectionate, yet now he was striking to kill without the slightest hesitation.

Excitement flickered in her golden phoenix eyes; Tian Ye had no intention of retreating and quickly ordered,

"Help me control Tianyan first."

There is always a priority in matters, and one must always see the essence through the problems.

Although she didn’t know the specifics, Xu Yuan seemed to have successfully controlled the ghost willow with the Enchantress Divine Tree Seed.

His making it appear here was clearly to rescue Tianyan from Luo Zhiyuan’s grasp.

As long as she first controlled Tianyan, Xu Yuan would surely hesitate to act rashly.

While speaking, the tens of thousands of golden runes that had already condensed in the air shone brightly, binding towards Tianyan’s delicate form.

In a flash,

Tianyan’s golden eyes dazzled, observing all around her as if time slowed.

Just now, in order to save Xu Yuan and while Tian Ye was activating the ’Four Symbols Divine Seal,’ she had made no attempt to resist.

At their level, being even a breath or two late meant there was no room left to resist, let alone that she was in the presence of a Saint.

Amidst these thoughts,

Luo Zhiyuan’s attack had already arrived.

For Primordial, resisting the power of a Saint was nearly impossible.

"Pu-chi!"

With a gesture from Luo Zhiyuan, the arc of lightning that shot forth pierced through Tianyan’s slender body, her immense force flinging her through the air.

An intense pain assaulted her mind, and Tianyan could clearly feel the injuries she had sustained.

Her Dantian had been pierced, and the fine arcs of electricity seeped into her meridians through the wounds, instantly spreading and paralyzing all her meridians.

Yet even so, Tianyan’s delicate face remained expressionless.

And seeing this, Tian Ye’s eyes immediately filled with a hint of regret.

It had failed.

Luo Zhiyuan, that indestructible old man, had employed a method fitting for ordinary Cultivators against Tianyan.

Piercing the Dantian might be enough for most people, but the woman in question was Tianyan, also a master of the Life Substitution Secret Technique, just like her.

As long as either the Sea of Consciousness or the Dantian remained intact, the Life Substitution Secret Technique could still be activated.

Tian Ye wanted to try to invoke the ’Zhen Yan’ to delay the other’s Life Substitution Secret Technique, but she was unable due to her own injuries. Even operating the ’Four Symbols Divine Seal’ was already somewhat forced, let alone diverting attention to cast another spellcraft.

Just as if it happened in the blink of an eye, Tian Ye communicated telepathically,

"Lock onto Tianyan’s Energy Mechanism, she can reincarnate through another body."

Luo Zhiyuan subconsciously looked back at Tian Ye, his eyes puzzled,

"What did you say?"

Tian Ye’s beautiful voice carried a hint of urgency,

"Don’t dawdle, waste her one more time! She’s too weak to escape death now..."

Before the words finished,

Luo Zhiyuan’s pupils contracted slightly as he suddenly understood the Saintess’s intention.

Under his perception, the girl whose Dantian he had pierced suddenly exploded, and almost simultaneously, a mysterious fluctuation emanated from a hundred yards away.

In that split second,

Tianyan’s figure appeared in the void a hundred yards off, her previously somewhat rosy complexion now as pale as paper.