Chapter 1151: The Descent of Light

Dazzling radiance poured down from the shattered dome, spreading into every corner of the great hall, and the malevolent aura that had originally suffused this place was steadily receding beneath the illumination of that light.

Jiang Jiang Qinge stepped upon that flowing, water-like light-attribute phase force, descending here like a goddess of light.

Her gaze locked immediately onto Li Luo, who sat cross-legged with closed eyes at the center of the great hall.

Gazing at that familiar face, even with Jiang Jiang Qinge's temperament, she could not help but fall into a momentary daze, and then a surging tide of emotion crashed out from deep within her heart.

That usually calm, breathtakingly beautiful countenance now blossomed into a fleeting, radiant smile.

Li Luo, I've finally seen you again.

But Jiang Jiang Qinge soon noticed that Li Luo's condition seemed off, so her gaze instantly focused on his strange "left arm."

And naturally, she also saw Li Li Lingjing, who was bent over biting Li Luo's wrist.

Jiang Jiang Qinge's slender five fingers gripping the heavy sword tightened sharply; for an instant, she nearly instinctively swung a full-powered slash.

But in the end she did not strike, because with her keen sensitivity to malevolent aura, she could sense that the woman emanating cold, dark energy was drawing the malevolent aura out of Li Luo's strange left arm.

Although she didn't yet know this woman's identity or purpose, the extraction of that malevolent aura was, for Li Luo, a good thing.

Jiang Jiang Qinge's thoughts raced, and her gaze shifted to the blood-coffin figure at the great hall's entrance, radiating towering savagery and madness.

"Dual Nine-Rank Light-Attribute Phases?!"

At that moment, the blood-coffin figure stared at Jiang Jiang Qinge with some shock as well, for the two Light Envoys that had appeared behind her were the mark of a Nine-Rank Light-Attribute Phase—meaning the woman before them actually possessed dual Nine-Rank Light-Attribute Phases?!

But in an instant, that shock turned into thick disgust, for they, having fused with other beings, likewise found this power, saturated with holiness and purifying aura, deeply unpleasant.

Roar!

The blood-coffin figure bellowed, took heavy steps forward, and was about to enter the great hall.

But Jiang Jiang Qinge gave him no such chance; she had also seen by now that this blood-coffin figure was coming for Li Luo.

So her gaze turned icy in an instant, and the next moment, a torrent of majestic light-attribute phase force swept forth.

Jiang Jiang Qinge formed a single-handed seal with one hand.

The two Light Envoys behind her likewise formed the same seal at this moment, then each extended a palm toward Jiang Jiang Qinge's back, with radiant light arrays condensing between their palms.

Hum!

The next instant, vast, surging light-attribute phase force poured directly into Jiang Jiang Qinge's body, and the phase-force fluctuations erupting from within her began to skyrocket at a staggering rate.

Clearly, this was an extremely profound secret art.

Jiang Jiang Qinge's slender sword-wielding hand rose, and light-attribute phase force like holy water cascaded forth, flowing along the blade, while a sanctified halo materialized upon the sword.

That halo carried a peculiar rhythm; if Li Luo had opened his eyes, he would have realized it was unmistakably the dual-phase halo that appeared when he activated his dual-phase power.

But Jiang Jiang Qinge's dual-phase halo was very peculiar: it did not show the fusion of two different phase forces, but rather a purity of light pushed to the extreme.

Because her two phases shared the same attribute, their superimposition naturally lacked the variation seen in other dual phases, but its unique quality lay in being able to refine identical phase force to a deeper level.

And once the dual Nine-Rank light-attribute phase force was refined, the degree of purity it reached was something few could possibly know.

Light-attribute phase force like holy water flowed along the heavy sword in Jiang Jiang Qinge's hand, and the heavy sword itself began undergoing a wondrous transformation—its volume steadily extending, with radiant gems condensing upon the hilt and spine.

A sacred, resplendent aura arose spontaneously.

In just a dozen or so breaths, a greatsword inlaid with seven luminous gems, its body like glazed crystal, appeared in Jiang Jiang Qinge's hand.

Boom boom!

When this sword appeared, even the void trembled violently, and an immensely terrifying fluctuation swept outward like a storm.

Even the back of Jiang Jiang Qinge's sword-gripping hand showed faint veins rising beneath the skin.

"Marquis-rank Art, Seven Treasures, Glazed, Light Sword."

Jiang Jiang Qinge's gaze grew extremely sharp at this moment; she locked onto the blood-coffin figure at the great hall's entrance, and a whisper only she could hear softly rang out.

If Yin Yue Zhiyu had been here, she would likely have cried out in shock, because the Marquis-rank Art Jiang Jiang Qinge had unleashed was created by the Third Dean of their Saint Light Ancient Academy—a Quasi-Si Si Tianming-grade technique!

No one had expected that Third Dean to have passed this art on to Jiang Jiang Qinge, and that she had actually mastered it!

What astonishing talent this was.

At the great hall's entrance, the blood-coffin figure's footsteps halted; for the first time, a hint of fear appeared on that ferocious face, because the greatsword in Jiang Qingge's hand now radiated an aura of death toward him.

The blood-coffin figure's flesh writhed madly, and from within that flesh, eyeball after eyeball seemed to burrow out, while his figure actually began retreating step by step.

But Jiang Jiang Qinge gave him no chance to retreat.

At this moment, to protect Li Luo, she too had fully revealed every hidden trump card she possessed, holding nothing back.

She rotated her palm and thrust it forward with sudden force.

Radiant, resplendent light cascaded forth, illuminating every corner of the great hall.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Light Sword became a streak of light piercing the air, its speed beyond description, as if light itself had swept across the void.

The eyeballs burrowing out from the blood-coffin figure's flesh also shot blood-red beams at this moment, but the instant those beams touched the Seven Treasures Glazed Light Sword, they melted away swiftly like remnant snow.

The blood-coffin figure let out a furious roar, driving his own defenses to the absolute limit.

Unable to dodge, he could only take it head-on.

Yet he had still overestimated his own defenses, and underestimated how terrifying Jiang Jiang Qinge's furious strike—unleashed with all her trump cards—was.

The glazed greatsword swept past with a howl, and at the moment of contact it directly melted away the flesh covering his body, leaving only bare white bone; upon that bone clung many pitch-black, grotesque things, and these too, swept up by the light-attribute phase force, dissolved one after another into smoke.

Boom!

The greatsword pinned the blood-coffin figure's body ruthlessly to the ground.

The ground itself melted into a massive crater at this moment.

The blood-coffin figure roared madly, his body thrashing, but it was all in vain; the terrifying power released seemed to sever every trace of life within him.

Thus, dozens of breaths later, as the radiant light gradually faded, only a skeletal shell remained in that deep pit.

The previously invincible blood-coffin figure had actually been slain in a single sword strike by Jiang Jiang Qinge!

Jiang Jiang Qinge gazed at the blood-coffin figure whose life had been extinguished, then reached out a hand; the greatsword shot back, and at the same time began rapidly disintegrating, the resplendent gems dissipating, until it finally transformed back into the original heavy sword that fell into her grasp.

The Light Envoys behind her also dispersed, and a faint pallor rose on Jiang Jiang Qinge's pretty face—clearly, that previous sword strike had cost her enormously as well.

However, she did not rest. Instead, gripping the heavy sword, her lithe, graceful figure drifted down into the great hall.

She turned around, heavy sword in hand, her bright eyes fixed with calm, icy detachment on the woman who was biting Li Luo's wrist, absorbing the malevolent Qi from his left arm.

And at this moment, Li Li Lingjing was clearly drawing to a close as well. A moment later, the sharp serpent fangs slowly withdrew from Li Luo's wrist. She sensed Jiang Qing'e's cool, scrutinizing gaze, but her own expression remained utterly calm and indifferent.

Then, gripping the emerald bamboo green-snake staff beside her, she rose to her feet, turned around, and met Jiang Qing'e's gaze.

Within the great hall, behind Jiang Qing'e stretched endless light—dazzling and resplendent.

Li Li Lingjing, perhaps because she had just absorbed half a True Demon Embryo, had behind her an endless flow of dark, frigid energy—black and deathly still.

Light and darkness, as if at this moment, drew a clear, unmistakable dividing line.

And Li Luo sat cross-legged with closed eyes at the boundary between the two.