Chapter 62: Burning Heart with Fire (Part 1)

  As the giant sword disappeared, the sword energy between heaven and earth also gradually dissipated, and the strong wind brought by the sword energy also slowly dispersed. The purple mist, once again, quietly and silently gathered together, layer by layer wrapping the large clusters of purple crystal stones in front of it, and also shrouding the mysterious land of this demon realm behind it.

  Xuan Zhen tread on the spring water in the boundless purple mist, the sharp sword edge and the clear wind around his body parted the layer upon layer of fog-like curtains before him to both sides, but the crimson figure ahead was becoming increasingly blurred and indistinct.

  He felt the slender sword body beneath his feet begin to tremble more and more violently, making it increasingly difficult to proceed as steadily as before. Xuān Zhèn pursed his lips, and the crease between his eyebrows deepened even further. He struggled to muster a mouthful of true energy, but the blood energy in his throat surged up along with it, and the wound below his ribs began to throb with pain at the worst possible moment.

  "Cough! Cough!"

  A thread of blood slid down from the corner of his lips, but was fiercely wiped away by a slender white hand. Xuan Zhen narrowed his eyes and struggled to stand upright on the rippling spring water, knowing that it was no longer suitable to pursue further. Not to mention the principle of not pursuing a desperate enemy, he had already exhausted 90% of his true strength with the previous move of the Upper Clear Sky Sword. It was already difficult for him to barely control the spring water, and it would be even more impossible to use any great magical power to kill the evil spirit...

  However, a killing intent that rose inexplicably in his chest was difficult to extinguish!

  His long eyelashes, like feathers, couldn't hide the sudden flash of red light in his narrow and long eyes, like a thin leaf. Even Xuan Zhen himself, who couldn't see any unusual changes in his own body, vaguely sensed that something was off.

  He had been a member of the Qionghua sect since he was young, practicing Xuanmen Dao Gong, and his mind had always been calm and peaceful, like an ancient well that rarely saw violent waves. But at this moment, his brain was in chaos, and his chest was filled with all sorts of fierce emotions surging back and forth, as if in the depths of his usually gentle and kind heart, there was a dark and unfathomable abyss, and in that instant, the terrifying creatures hidden beneath the abyss seemed to wake up simultaneously, letting out a deafening roar in the darkness!

  Gui Xie turned his head back and took a glance, only to feel a mouthful of stagnant air stuck in his chest, unable to spit it out or swallow it down.

  The scarlet cloak unfolded behind him like a fiery splendor, the leather armor on his body except for the shoulder was intact and unstained with blood, the golden spear shone brightly like burning flames, compared to the human child who was swaying behind him, he looked much more likely to win.

  At this time, if he were to raise his gun and make a move with "Ashura's Surefire Kill", he would definitely be able to pin that little brat through with one shot. However, for some reason, Gui Xie didn't want to engage in battle with Xuan Zhen at all.

  He's not soft-hearted! Gui Ye sneered in his heart, that little guy may look more pleasing to the eye than others of his kind, but he's still a member of the human tribe. Thinking back on how he, Gui Ye, had dominated the Phantom Realm for decades, by the time this human became the Great General of the Meng Yu tribe, they were probably still waiting in the Ghost Realm for reincarnation! But...

  Brushing aside the white hair blown onto his face by the strong gust of wind behind him, Gui Ye glanced back again and hummed softly to himself. He couldn't help but look at that person with a different gaze, and also added a few more points of admiration for his unyielding determination.

  That wretched human actually still hasn't given up, and is still following closely behind. Gui Xie only took a glance and his heart was like a clear mirror, that little brat had been injured by his own Shura spear earlier, and using that magic technique just now had consumed quite a bit of his true energy, yet he's still chasing after him without letting up, even following him alone to the depths of the Huanming Boundary, it's simply extremely foolish!

  On one hand, Gui Ye thought to himself as he charged forward again, passing over the increasingly dense crystal clusters beneath his feet. The purple mist in front of him suddenly thinned out, and when he could see clearly after the mist dispersed, that familiar deep purple barrier appeared once more. On that enchanting face, the demonic markings stirred, finally revealing a hint of joy.

  It's finally here! Look at this kid still following me! Gui Ye sneered secretly and rushed into that purple-red area.

  The spring water was sometimes high and sometimes low, carrying Xuan Zhen barely scraping over the clusters of purple crystal stones. The gentle breeze was weak, but still wrapped his body softly to prevent that strange mist from approaching. Xuan Zhen furrowed his brow tightly, his gaze almost condensed into a beam in the air, sticking unwaveringly to the figure ahead with flying white hair and a red cloak spread out.

  But after flying over a cluster of purple crystals about one person high, the purple mist gradually thinned out, and Gui Xie's figure suddenly flashed and disappeared into a large area of light wall in front of him that emitted eerie purple-red light.

  Before he could think, his feet had already reached the front of the light wall. Xuan Zhen only managed to raise his head and take a glance, and saw that this purple-red light wall was like a huge canopy isolating a large area of land from the outside world. Just as he wondered what important things were hidden inside the light canopy, he raised his head again and his nose tip almost touched the purple-black light.

  A scorching heat hit him, and Xuan Zhen instinctively closed his eyes in shock. However, he only felt a warmth all over his body, as if he was soaking in warm hot spring water. This feeling flashed by in an instant, and before he could open his eyes again, he heard a voice filled with extreme astonishment shouting loudly: "You little brat, how did you actually follow me here?! No, wait, how did you even break through this seal?!"

  Boundary? It turns out that the demon realm is not just the desolate land that only he and his fellow disciples saw, but it's actually layered, and they were just in the outermost layer.

  Xuan Zhen's heart skipped a beat, his feet sank, and then his body involuntarily tilted to one side. It turned out that the Chunshui sword had lost its power, trembled a few times, weakly hummed, and suddenly fell to the ground.

  Fortunately, he was not too far from the ground at this time. Xuan Zhen grabbed the hilt of Chunshui Sword with one hand and flipped his body down to the ground with the other. When both feet landed on the ground, they couldn't help but shake slightly, and a dull pain rose up under his ribs again. His face remained still, but his body trembled slightly.

  "Hey, kid, who are you?" The Gui Xie in front of him didn't have that patience, seeing him fall in front of him, and hastily asked again, "This seal is set by our clan leader, how...how could you possibly break the clan leader's secret method!" As he spoke, his voice became more tense, the long spear in his hand flashed with golden light, pointing at his throat, "Speak quickly!"

  Xuan Zhen, however, did not respond to him and instead turned his head to look behind. The deep purple light wall was still quietly emitting a dark purple glow, and the faint heat on it could still be felt, but it didn't make people feel uncomfortable at all. This demon realm's barrier actually had no resistance against humans, which was quite strange.

  Suddenly, a cool sensation lightly touched the back of his neck. Xuan Zhen turned to look and saw Gui Ye's dark face. This demon general was extremely arrogant, but now he was being ignored by a small human in his eyes. His doubts were not answered, and he was so angry that he wanted to ascend to heaven and become a Buddha. The red lines on his face extended even more, and it seemed that the ominous aura was shocking.

  "Get back, you evil spirit!"

  Just then, a voice of restraint suddenly came from not far away. The sound was like the light plucking of a zither string, like water dripping gently, but amidst its pleasantness, it carried a hint of firmness, as if it had come from someone who had long been in a position of authority.

  He glanced sideways, but in just one glance, he was stunned by the gunpoint threatening his life at his neck, the eerie and ominous貘妖 beside him, and even the strange and eerie atmosphere of the demon world that seemed to have left him far away. But before his eyes, there was only that unfamiliar yet vaguely familiar face.

  A massive shockwave rocked his mind, a sharp pain, as if a giant hammer had smashed into his skull, ten thousand golden needles piercing his brain, the agony was unspeakable, unbearable to the extreme. Xuan Chen gritted his teeth tightly, forcing himself not to let out a whimper of pain, but his eyes refused to budge, staring fixedly at the woman in front of him, her face.

  Silver threads flowed like water, gently pouring onto the person's slender and beautiful shoulders and cheeks, as if all the frost in the sky had condensed into their hair. The silver light was like waves or mist, making that pale and translucent face even more beautiful by three degrees. Only to see eyebrows like mountain ranges still carrying late frost, eyes like autumn water yet frozen with cold ice, beauty beyond compare, on the woman's brow was embedded a piece of cyan glass, her forehead had two vermilion marks like rolled up clouds, their color compared to ordinary red was even more vivid and crimson, just like blood stains, adding a few strands of mystery to that delicate face.

  He stared blankly, but in his mind, a voice seemed to be whispering, why... why was this face so familiar, why did those eyes and the hint of sadness in them make him feel so uncomfortable, and why did his heart ache with a dull pain... and those scenes in his mind... that agony...

  "You——" The woman frowned at him, and suddenly a hint of unusual color flashed in her eyes. A look of astonishment also appeared on her cold face. "Who are you? Why do you have the blood of my clan flowing through your veins, and why... did you fall for the illusionary magic of my Dreamweaver Clan?"