Chapter 385: 359 Input

It has come!

"The Great Heavenly Demon has come!"

Young Master Cui didn't even send out this signal at the first moment; he shouted it out loud directly.

Tang Zhao, who was closest to him, suddenly turned his head and could not help but be dumbfounded.

The Fire Quality Layer, which had been progressing smoothly and was already more than halfway sealed, had completely stalled. A shocking crack lay right in the middle, fully ten-odd zhang long, almost spanning all the fissures covered by the Wind Quality and Fire Quality layers.

Through the transparent gap, one could see a huge palm pressing against the crack; it was the hand of the Great Heavenly Demon.

Although there was no sound, the palm and knuckles of that hand bulged, causing the thin layer of Wind Quality to cave in, showing its incomparable power. It was as if this hand could push the fissure open and crush space itself!

What kind of power was this? Once it broke through the boundary, how could the mortals and Sword Guests here stop it?

This kind of power, this sense of terror, Tang Zhao...

Did not see it at the first glance.

When Tang Zhao turned his head, he saw the shadow standing at the edge of the fissure directly.

In an instant, his mind froze completely; he could only see that figure at the edge of the Boundary Gap, seemingly wrapped in light, both familiar and strange.

"Fairy... sister?"

Was the one standing there a fairy?

Moreover, that was exactly the initial appearance he had encountered at the bottom of the well.

Golden eyes, silver hair, Luse armor, carrying a sword...

That was the image he had spouted nonsense about to the child in the temple back then, and later, the same image had indeed emerged from the well, as if this image had been created by him.

At first, he was very proud of such a creation, but slowly he felt it was inappropriate; this image was too much like a Heavenly Demon. He was not satisfied and negotiated with the fairy to change it. It was changed into the appearance of a traditional fairy.

Beautiful, but not special.

But now, the fairy had returned to the appearance of their first meeting. In the eyes of others, it was very strange, but in his eyes, it was truly too familiar, instantly awakening the memories of that time.

This was the fairy he knew; he would never mistake her.

That was a one-of-a-kind appearance in the world.

How did she come out?

Whether the fairy was at the bottom of the well, in the water basin in the room, or in the lotus pond under the clear breeze and bright moon, she always silently sank into the water, waiting for Tang Zhao, waiting for him to cast things into the water, only then would she silently rise, holding up golden light and silver light for him.

That was a person who only existed in his own world; how could she suddenly appear in the outside world?

In an instant, Tang Zhao felt again that the world was collapsing.

He reached out to touch his Glasses, but only touched his own eyes; there was no hard touch of the Glasses, which made him certain that this was the real world.

"You... why are you here?"

Before he could ask this question, he saw the fairy open her mouth at the same time, saying something to him.

She must be speaking to him, right? In this world, it was impossible for her to speak to others, right?

Tang Zhao quieted down.

He wanted to see, what did the fairy who had come to the real world want to say to him?

Although the fairy opened her mouth, there was no sound; he could only see the lip movements.

"Re... pair..."

Was it these two words?

The fairy paused for a moment, repeated it once more, and then kept repeating it incessantly.

She was very serious, her expression solemn, as if she were using her Soul to shout these two silent words.

Tang Zhao confirmed that he saw clearly; it was indeed the two words "repair".

What did it mean?

Repair what? The Boundary Gap?

Then, his eyes suddenly widened.

After the fairy repeated it once more, she turned around abruptly.

She leaped up, like a shooting star, and jumped straight into the Boundary Gap!

"Wait—"

Tang Zhao lost his voice, but the sound was stuck in his throat and did not come out. Just like the fairy a moment ago, he could not make any sound.

The world within him had truly collapsed.

Yet, except for him, no one saw this scene.

Young Master Cui, Cui Jiangjun, Li Yijian who had just killed a Shura, and the Sword Guests all over the mountain—whoever could spare their attention was staring at nothing but that crack hidden in the deepest part of the Yunhai.

The crack within that fissure was breaking again, a precarious Boundary Gap!

At this moment, the shadow of that three-headed, six-armed Great Heavenly Demon had already pressed before their eyes. Because it was only inches away from the Boundary Gap, its shadow was projected clearly; one could already see its exceptionally burly figure and the massive wings on its back. It was already poised to strike.

Cui Jiangjun let out a long whistle, his Momentum soaring into the sky. The sprout soldiers all over the ground raised their spears simultaneously, their Momentum turning into a great river, falling from the sky and condensing into a long spear, pressing straight toward the crack.

Even now, this surge of Momentum was still held back and not released; he was still controlling himself, waiting for the moment the Boundary Gap shattered.

Would the Boundary Gap shatter?

It definitely would!

Everyone thought so; they were all in despair.

That Great Heavenly Demon raised its six arms, each hand gripping a weapon, and the six weapons smashed onto the Boundary Gap simultaneously!

The next moment, it was—

"Click—"

The sound of shattering!

Only Tang Zhao could hear this sound.

Because what shattered was—his Glasses.

In that instant, only Tang Zhao saw the fairy leap down, transforming into a beam of light that covered the rift.

Then the space began to tremble.

Previously, when the rift was covered by the Rune Formula, the surrounding spatial tremors had completely ceased, like a butterfly specimen flattened by a glass slide; although it was lifelike, it was already dead, merely being exhibited in its former appearance.

But now, that rift had "come back to life."

Yet it was completely different from the tearing distortion of before.

The previous wounds had been expanding incessantly, but now the wounds were squeezing toward the center, bonding together bit by bit, just like skin with immense vitality healing rapidly under the action of invisible platelets.

Moreover, after that kind of healing, there was absolutely no trace of any breakage, just like a needle passing across the surface of water; no matter how sharp the needle is, it can only leave a ripple as it passes, and once the needle tip leaves the water, not a single trace remains.

This was not a mending by external force, but the self-repair of space!

No one saw how that figure descending from the sky brought about this miracle, but everyone saw the miracle happen.

Then, both sides were completely stunned.

Cui Yinsheng was fine, merely feeling a blankness in his mind, sensing that something was wrong, but the Great Heavenly Demon opposite him suddenly went mad, pouncing toward the rift, its six-armed weapons dancing like wheels, frantically smashing against the spatial rift.

Just a moment ago, that rift was like a layer of window paper that a single finger could poke through, but now, this rapidly healing rift was like a wall of bronze and iron; the six heavy weapons, no less formidable than swords, smashed against it as if they were mayflies trying to shake a tree.

And behind it, the city gate of the Xiuluo City on the ground swung open with a boom, and several figures surged out, all with three heads and six arms, frantically following the Great Heavenly Demon in hammering the membrane. In an instant, the membrane was densely covered with three-headed and six-armed figures, like insects stuck to a screen window on a summer night in the countryside.

Not to mention others, even Cui Yinsheng felt his scalp tingle—just how many Xiuluo Tianmo had come?

This number was several times more than the Xiuluo that had descended from Tiankong Cheng!

He thought about it carefully and immediately broke into a cold sweat.

These Tianmo had a plan. The projection of Tiankong Cheng was just a decoy, hiding only a small number of troops to make both sides evenly matched, and then only half of a Great Heavenly Demon was exposed at the rift to divert his attention, making him think that this was their full strength. He had misjudged the power gap between the enemy and himself, and had confidently committed all his forces to the battlefield.

But the Xiuluo had hidden more troops behind the rift, waiting for the battle to reach a white-hot intensity, or even for the Sword Guest to gain an advantage, before all the fresh Tianmo troops roared into the fray, sweeping away the Sword Guests and soldiers present with the force of a landslide.

If this scheme succeeded, not only would a portion of the forces of Moyun City be wiped out here, but the reinforcements coming later would also be a piecemeal tactic, likewise destined to perish in the wilderness. Moyun City, one of the cities of Qianjin City, might fall in a single battle.

Was this still the Xiuluo known for being mad and reckless? When did they acquire such strategic and tactical planning of "deliberating before acting"?

This was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but a long-premeditated plot. How could they grasp the fluctuations of the tide and push forward a plan so perfectly aligned with celestial phenomena?

Did they possess deduction capabilities equal to or even surpassing Zhang Rong, or did they... actively create this tide?

While Cui Yinsheng was thinking, the Xiuluo were falling into madness. Countless Tianmo were plastered against the rift, yet they truly could not break through this layer of "screen window."

And the rift was repairing itself too quickly, like a curtain being drawn shut, rapidly sweeping past those figures, blocking them outside the firmament, leaving their struggles and adhesion to become a bizarre "pose" before the curtain call.

The curtain closed.

The space returned to calm.

The battle had not ended; the Xiuluo were still being besieged, still holding their own while fighting three opponents at once.

But everyone knew that the feast was over, and all that remained was the "mop-up operation."

The Sword Guests suddenly became excited, fighting hard to encircle and suppress them, making a final charge. And those Xiuluo, despite being mad, cruel, and indifferent to life, had to face the sudden change of their home being raided.

In the blink of an eye, their home was gone!

Almost all the Xiuluo became listless and dejected; those who had the upper hand suddenly withered, those who were evenly matched were suppressed, and those who were already in danger almost instantly lost their combat effectiveness.

The outcome of the battle was decided!

The morale of the Sword Guests was high, Cui Yinsheng had survived a disaster, and even Young Master Cui's posture while signaling with the flags became spirited.

Only Tang Zhao stood at the end of the battlefield, lost and distraught.

When the fairy jumped down just now, his heart had sunk.

Even now, it was still sinking incessantly, as if it were about to sink into a bottomless abyss.

That familiar shadow had turned into light and merged into the spatial rift.

That meant... she wouldn't be coming back, right?

A light "crack," "crack" sound reached his ears, continuous and incessant; without looking down, he knew the Glasses hidden in his sleeve were shattered into a complete mess.

His Glasses had shattered many times before, and it wasn't as if they hadn't been shattered to an unbearable state, but this time it made him feel exceptionally painful, as if it were his own heart that had shattered.

The source of the pain was loss.

He had lost his own world.

Unknowingly, a tear slid down.

Immediately after, he thought of that silent "repair."

"Repair..."

What is "repair"?

Does it refer to the fairy throwing herself into the rift to repair the space?

Or is it telling him to repair the Glasses?

Or...

If it was just telling him to repair the Glasses, that would be great, as it would mean she could be repaired. They would meet again.

But... Tang Zhao always felt it was more than that.

That repair referred to something else more important.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

There was an unusual sound overhead; Tang Zhao was immersed in his thoughts and didn't pay attention for a moment.

Until he heard the shouts rising one after another around him:

"It's the Sword Seed! The Sword Seed has appeared!"