Chapter 646: Reunion

With a sharp whistling sound, all those falling, along with their "mounts," arrived at Yingyuan.

Whether it was the former controller of Yingyuan, Wangliang, or Zheng Yun, who had come to Yingyuan for the first time, their hearts were filled with foreboding as they saw the Yingyuan rushing toward them.

It was extreme darkness, extreme oppression, extreme density, and extreme power.

Yes, Yingyuan possessed extreme power, a power that could even be seen with the naked eye.

Because the massive amount of shadows squeezed together, the entire interior of Yingyuan was filled with pressure, which is to say, it was filled with "mass." This mass itself possessed powerful momentum.

In ordinary times, this pressure was merely an undercurrent surging within, but once an external object intruded, it was like lighting a fuse, and this power would erupt in an overwhelming deluge.

At this moment, whether it was the power of the Golden Crow, the power of Yinglang, or even the Ruyi Silk of the Ruyi Sword huddled within Yinglang, all seemed to have fallen into a giant meat grinder; the blades danced wildly like a spiral, and their power was constantly being shredded and stripped away.

"Ahhh..."

Compared to the Sword Immortals who had to maintain their dignity and force themselves to stay calm, Zheng Yun had no such concerns; upon discovering he was deep within a crazy vortex, he could only scream as he fell all the way down.

He was currently wrapped within the Golden Crow and was still relatively safe. But he clearly saw the Golden Crow being squeezed by the power of the shadows, shrinking smaller and smaller.

Although the speed of the shrinking was not exactly lightning-fast, it was visible to the naked eye. In other words, death was rushing toward him at a speed he could see.

He had no Remission in Yingyuan; he could thank his lucky stars that he, covered in Golden Crow Qi, was not being "specially targeted."

If he looked back, he could see that Yinglang, which had looked like a mass of nothingness, was now bubbling like air submerged in water within Yingyuan, becoming clearly visible; silver and black were being peeled to the bone by Yingyuan.

Even the power of Wangliang, which came from the same source and could even be called the "authentic" Shadow, received no preferential treatment here; after being shaved into countless fragments, it was sucked in just like a waterspout, silkily increasing the power of Yingyuan.

At the same time, the few within Yinglang were still desperately fighting each other. All wanted to push the others to the outer circle to be consumed by Yingyuan, while hiding their own power behind to gain temporary safety.

Thus, one could see that outside the haze of that Yinglang, there was at times a vast expanse of silver light, at times a heavy press of black shadows, and from time to time, a large group of figures would emerge.

Generally speaking, the silver still had the upper hand; the silver firmly built a frame, keeping its own power inside, staking the fence firmly, and constantly pushing the power of the shadows outward.

The contrast in this power was limited at first, but as the power of the loser was rapidly swallowed by Yinglang, the Balance of victory quickly slid toward the dominant side, and the gap grew wider and wider.

As for the Dazai who possessed ten thousand lives, he could only save his own life; he was not yet able to participate in this struggle for victory, and while he could manage at the beginning, he was gradually restricted to the edge and was the most severely weakened.

However, even if the two Sword Immortals could decide a winner, this was, after all, the depths of Yingyuan; if they could not escape, the victory or defeat had no meaning.

And besides the three in Yinglang, Destruction was rushing forward with resolute speed, not caring at all that it was deep in an encirclement; it was sprinting, rushing toward the target it had long hated. It roared, it raged, and it squandered its power to its heart's content, seemingly not caring at all that the more it erupted, the closer it was to destruction.

Zheng Yun could see a rough idea of these things if he looked back, and perhaps seeing the plight of the big shots would make him feel better, but he had no time to look back and could only desperately rush forward, attempting to find his great savior.

Jinwu Dianxia, where are you?

If it were in Waijie, the Sun-Holding Envoy could find the Golden Crow by instinct alone, but here everything was darkness, and all senses would be absorbed by the abyss, even instinct itself.

He was urgently wanting to find the Golden Crow, not only to beg it to save his life, but also to tell it—

Danger!

Be vigilant...

At this moment, more than one person was looking for the Golden Crow; everyone was looking, it just depended on who had the best luck.

Seeing that the Little Golden Crow had already thinned by two circles, a touch of gold appeared at the end of his line of sight.

Zheng Yun suddenly felt tears welling up in his eyes.

Found it!

He urged the Little Golden Crow, which was gradually becoming connected to his heart's blood, to fly in that direction, like a fledgling returning to its nest, throwing itself toward its parents.

At the same time, almost all the visitors noticed.

That touch of light was truly eye-catching in Yingyuan.

Almost at the same time, all living beings turned!

Those who were roaring were now quiet, those who were fighting were now gentle, and those who were in despair now rekindled hope. Everything headed toward the Golden Crow.

Zheng Yun had some first-mover advantage and was rushing in the lead. However, those behind were following very closely. He could feel powerful forces right behind his neck, making his spine stiffen.

He only felt that the crisis was imminent and couldn't help but shout loudly: "Jinwu Dianxia, Jinwu Dianxia!"

He shouted so hard that he almost broke his voice.

Someone behind roared: "Little thief, you're too noisy!"

An aura full of destruction and violence rushed toward him!

That was definitely not a power that a Sword Hero of his level could withstand!

Zheng Yun only felt his voice blocked in his throat, leaving only instinctive trembling—

At the critical moment, a ray of light bloomed before his eyes.

That light was so bright; all brightness, warmth, and hope were within it.

Zheng Yun really cried out, tears streaming down his face.

Behind him, the most furious was Destruction, which raged: "How can I let you..."

The moment the word "you" was uttered, the aura of Destruction turned into a heavy cannon and followed in succession, with a speed comparable to light, incomparable!

The only thing that can compare to light is light!

A ray of light struck from behind, and a ray of light met it from the front.

The two lights clashed head-on, one against the other, and for a time, neither could do anything to the other; at this time, it depended on Zheng Yun's subjective initiative.

His Little Golden Crow still had more than half left; it let out a crow and erupted with all its might, throwing itself into the embrace of the light in front without hesitation.

The moment he was surrounded by the light, the warm sense of security returned; Zheng Yun used all his strength and shouted loudly: "Watch out for Destruction! It's gone crazy! Jinwu Dianxia!"

Seeing this scene, Destruction cursed the harshest profanity of its life, then shifted its attention away, moving it to a long-lost figure.

That was a young man, whose handsomeness and ethereal grace were beyond the imagination of anyone who had never seen him.

Destruction was extremely familiar with this shadow, to the point of being furious, and shouted: "Who told you to imitate him? Stop imitating him! Does looking grand and imposing make you the real deal? Why don't you look in a Mirror and see if you look like him? You look like a bird, and you're still imitating people?"

It spoke in a fit of rage, not caring at all that it had cursed itself as well.

On this side, the Ju Dongjun transformed by the Golden Crow smiled slightly, reached out forward as if inviting, and said: "Brothers quarrel at home, but work together against insults from without. Destruction, Wangliang is right behind; come and stand with me."

It did not use a question, but a declarative sentence. It seemed certain that Destruction would stand with it.

Destruction paused for a moment and barked: "Don't be so conceited! After all these years, you're still that annoying self. Look at me, look at my appearance? Do you still think I will stand with you?"

When it moved, it still transformed into a streak of golden light, but once it was still, it was no longer the color of Sunlight.

It did not transform into a Mask now, but instead took the vague shape of a bird; the bird's body was covered in black marks, like tattoos, yet they had already bled out, looking grimy and making it impossible to tell what color it was anymore.

Ju Jinwu looked at it carefully and said, "Your appearance has changed. But you are Destruction. I recognized you at a glance. It has been one hundred years, and today we are finally reunited."

Destruction was speechless again and said, "I came here today to bring you misfortune. You fellow... you damn..."

Just at this moment, the endlessly entangling Yinglang from the Inner depths finally arrived. At this time, it was truly a case of skin being peeled away to reveal the Bone. That sense of chaotic haziness had almost completely vanished, leaving only thick black Qi and strands of silver thread.

Yingyuan was still continuously eroding all power, and including Jinwu, all existences were being weakened at every moment. But by this time, they had all calmed down and were no longer agitated.

Amidst the silver entanglement, a thin figure walked out; that was Wangliang, who had actually taken the initiative to withdraw the greater part of his power, transforming into human form and walking out quite ordinarily.

At the same time, several zither notes came from within the silver threads. That was Hua Yaozhi speaking. She still did not show herself, but the zither notes could clearly express her inner thoughts:

She offered her greetings to Jinwu Dianxia.

It has been a hundred years since we last met; is Jinwu well?

Likewise, Jinwu bowed slightly to return the greeting.

I am very well, thank you.

The mutual greetings were as if a hundred years had never passed.

This was, on the contrary, the quietest moment for everyone, because they all knew that the final moment had arrived. Since the Jinwu Sword had been seen, it was time to bring things to an end.

At this point, everyone could only focus with all their might; any superfluous emotions or unnecessary actions were a waste of energy, so they just had to do what needed to be done.

Of course, at this time, an accident also occurred; from within the silver threads, a person in a black robe crawled out with difficulty.

That was the Dazai; he was draped in a black cloak from head to toe, so his condition could not be seen, but his movements were undoubtedly somewhat disheveled.

Although the few Sword Immortals did not spare him any attention, he was still a high-ranking official of great power, a superior above ten thousand people; even in a difficult situation, he still maintained his composure and took the lead in facing Jinwu directly, saying, "Jinwu Dianxia, do you still remember me?"

Ju Jinwu's facial muscles twitched slightly; this was Jinwu's own expression, not mixed with any component of Ju Dongjun.

It actually remembered this voice; it was the person who had forcibly communicated with it from beneath Yunzhou and threatened to bring Destruction to it from Wangliang Mountain.

It could be said that without this person, there would not have been this tortuous and grueling journey to Wangliang Mountain.

It felt annoyed just thinking of this person.

Seeing its expression, the Dazai knew it still remembered him, and it was not in vain that he had specifically changed his voice to the one from back then to speak to it; he smiled and said, "It is good that you remember me, Dianxia. We agreed back then that I would bring Destruction to you, but I did not expect you to be so impatient and come yourself. The original agreement still stands; look, isn't Destruction delivered right to your hand? Why don't you fulfill the original agreement? If we join forces, wouldn't the trouble here and the trouble in Yunzhou all be easily resolved?"