Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 925: Yan King’s Dharma! Brother and Sister Stand Side by Side [1st Update]

Chapter 925: Chapter 925: Yan King’s Dharma! Brother and Sister Stand Side by Side [1st Update]

A piercing sword hum cut through the space, resounding through the skies of Atlantis.

Whether it was Cangyuan or Chongming, everyone could hear this earth-shaking sword hum.

It was like a sharp blade tearing through the firmament, causing ears to ache in an instant.

"What sound is that?! Did you all hear it?"

"It sounds like a weapon, but no weapon has appeared."

"Where exactly is this sound coming from?"

Baili Changkong’s expression suddenly changed: "Lan, this sword hum came from that old priest’s constructed space, it’s truly formidable!"

Just like Atlantis and the land aren’t in the same space, their networks aren’t connected either.

Spaces are independent from each other and shouldn’t affect one another.

Lancelot was overjoyed: "Your Majesty indeed favors swords. Could it be that His Majesty has defeated the old man?"

"Otherwise," Baili Changkong shook his head and said slowly, "If the old man was defeated, the space he constructed would surely shatter, but it hasn’t."

So, what exactly happened?

At this moment, within the different space.

The High Priest suddenly realized that his power was being obstructed as if he couldn’t move even a step forward.

"Swish, swish—"

Something floated out from Ye Wanlan’s chest, fragments of black meteoric iron, dull and not like any divine weapon.

Yet these fragments erupted with a protective power more potent than the Shadow Trailing Sword and Divine Sword.

It was this power that safeguarded Ye Wanlan’s heart, preventing the High Priest from harming her.

"Hmm—?" The High Priest’s gaze froze bit by bit, "Prince Yan’s Sword?!"

He knew the Prince Yan’s Sword fell into Atlantis, and that it had shattered into fragments, impossible to restore.

No matter how powerful He Jia was, he was ultimately deceased and wouldn’t affect his plans.

The shattered Prince Yan’s Sword was less than scrap metal, completely useless.

But now, what’s going on?!

Ye Wanlan’s eyes suddenly stopped, and she couldn’t help but whisper, "Brother..."

She reached out, her fingers covered in blood, which was completely absorbed by these fragments.

"Buzz buzz!"

Space trembled violently, with light bursting out all of a sudden, drawing these fragments together.

The High Priest sensed something was amiss and wanted to command the power to stop, but it was futile.

One second, two seconds... seven seconds, eight seconds passed, and with a "clang" and a following "clash," all the fragments gathered into a complete longsword.

Even Ye Wanlan was surprised that the Prince Yan’s Sword, which had eluded restoration despite her efforts, could become whole at this moment.

Yet in front of her, it wasn’t merely a cold sword.

Suddenly, a tall and heroic apparition emerged behind the sword.

The man wore Gold-threaded Black Iron Armor, with his ink-black hair tied by a crown. Though his eyes were closed, his outstanding and regal appearance couldn’t be hidden, exuding an aura of one in a high position.

He stood like a tall pine, himself akin to an unsheathed sword, emitting a faint glow in the deep purple space, illuminating the long night, and shedding light on the stars.

Yan King’s Dharma!

He Jia was known as "Peerless in Both Spear and Sword" and naturally possessed unfathomable martial arts.

Regardless of the weapon cultivated, it ultimately reached the realm of Human and Weapon Integration.

This realm allowed the body to transform into a weapon and to conjure a grand Dharma to stand tall against the heavens.

Yet, at He Jia’s level, few battles warranted using the Dharma.

In the lifetime of Princess Yongning, Ye Wanlan had never witnessed it.

Though it’s a Dharma, it was a familiar face, a familiar form.

He stood in front of her, shielding her behind like countless times three hundred years ago, allowing no harm to come to her.

Ye Wanlan nearly shed tears, her eyes reddening bit by bit: "Brother."

It was as if this call prompted Yan King’s Dharma to move!

He Jia still closed his eyes but raised his hand, the apparition lifted the sword.

The Prince Yan’s Sword followed his movement, slowly rising, tearing through this small heaven and earth.

Seeing this, the High Priest’s pupils contracted sharply, blurting out, "Impossible!"

He Jia had died so long ago?

How could a Dharma remain in this world?

Could the Prince Yan truly still be alive?!

The High Priest recalled his bet with that voice, his expression turning sharp: "Playing tricks! Let’s see how powerful your Dharma really is!"

With a "boom," an apparition also appeared behind the High Priest.

This was his Dharma.

The time he had cultivated far exceeded that of Prince Yan and Princess Yongning by thousands, even tens of thousands of years!

Even if they joined forces, they were no match for him.

And because Yan King’s Dharma lifted his power off Ye Wanlan, she was freed from control.

Her expression was icy: "Just in time!"

With a step, another Star Shifting Step.

Ye Wanlan slowly raised her hand, her index finger pressing against her brow: "Qiankun Borrowing Power, Five Elements Rotation—"

"Canglong Bone Transformation, White Tiger Casting Tendons!"

"Burning My Essence Blood, Condensing My Soul!"

"Knowing My Will, Gathering My Form!"

"Mountain as Body, Powerful!"

"River and Sea as Veins, Qi Shocking Eight Desolates!"

Ye Wanlan gently recited the final words: "Fatian Xiangdi, Ten Thousand Gods’ Intent—Rise!"

"Boom ——"

A massive apparition also emerged behind Ye Wanlan.

The Dharma rose from the ground, overlooking the bell.

Three Dharmas descended upon this small heaven and earth, their formidable powers tore at the space.

The High Priest concentrated entirely on his Dharma, unable to spare more power to maintain the space.

"Crunch!"

"Crunch crunch—"

The space finally couldn’t withstand and shattered apart.

Amidst the rumbling sound, the three Dharmas appeared before everyone.

Everyone felt the overwhelming pressure descending upon them, even the strongest Lancelot and Baili Changkong felt the immense weight pushing against their backs.

"Heavens..."

"A miracle, it’s truly a miracle!"

"What exactly is this immortal law? Such terrifying pressure."

"Lord Priest is naturally a representative of the gods, but why Your Majesty... and who is the other?"

Everyone stared blankly at the Dharmas confronting each other in the sky, collectively rendered speechless.

Ye Wanlan gripped the Shadow Trailing Sword, Yan King’s Dharma likewise held the Prince Yan’s Sword.

Three hundred years later, Princess Yongning could finally stand side by side with the Prince Yan in battle.