Chapter 993: The Arriving Reinforcements (Requesting Moon Tickets)

Those Big-Eye Guis seemed to realize something, their flickering frequency suddenly increasing as they frantically closed the distance.

In that instant, as the overwhelming horde of Big-Eye Guis nearly synchronized behind Fang Yue, he had already surged to the edge of the faint barrier, without pausing even half a second, and slammed straight into the faint fragment.

"Break… for me!!"

【CHARGE!!】

Amid Fang Yue's and the parchment's simultaneous roar, Fang Yue crashed headfirst into the faint barrier.

A single instant of pause.

Hum!!

Blinding light exploded, and a terrifying pulling force—unstoppable—yanked Fang Yue straight into the faint fragment!

The world instantly turned into endless white; Fang Yue felt his body spinning wildly, as if violently twisted and dragged by some force, every inch of him aching until he nearly lost consciousness—until…

【Fang Yue!!】

【Ancient Words: Ultimate Origin Art!!】

【It'll work soon, Fang Yue, don't die! Hold on for me!!】

The voice echoing from deep within his soul snapped Fang Yue back to awareness.

The moment he regained consciousness, he had no idea how long he'd been in that state.

But in that instant of clarity, his eyes flew wide open, his mind rang hollow, and went utterly blank.

He realized he stood within an immense region, before him a vast, endless stream flowing downward, and he himself stood beside it.

The stream was clear as a mirror, yet gave the feeling of unfathomable depth.

Above the stream stretched a bridge of ancient wood, endless in length and nearly a kilometer wide; at its entrance stood a stone stele bearing three characters… Youquan Bridge!

Youquan Bridge?!

Then this place… is the legendary Youquan!

Regaining his composure, Fang Yue's breathing grew rapid.

Then Fang Yue saw the stone ground beside Youquan trembling violently, releasing terrifying killing intent.

Before Fang Yue could react, one stone suddenly oozed blood, then—thump! —it bulged abruptly like a human muscle flexing, rising high, and within moments solidified into a blood-colored stone-like girl with long pointed ears and a crescent mark on her forehead.

With the appearance of the crescent girl, the surrounding stones calmed again.

As Fang Yue stared in shock at the crescent girl, she studied him in return, murmuring softly: "Strange… are you truly my Night Moon Tribe's descendant?"

Night Moon Tribe?!

Fang Yue froze. He had heard of the Night Moon Tribe long ago—from Lord Han's lips.

He was about to speak when he immediately noticed his right hand was disintegrating into tiny fragments.

His pupils contracted; panic surged through him.

"What's happening?! What did you do to me?"

The crescent girl tilted her head.

"I don't know. It seems you're undergoing 'transfer.'"

"Transfer?"

"Mm… more accurately, you're 'breaking apart.'"

The crescent girl watched Fang Yue's right hand vanish completely, then sighed, gazing at him with frustration.

"Looks like all this was for nothing. Fine. My tribe's descendant, listen closely—I am Yeya, the last chieftain of the Night Moon Tribe. But my tribe is nearly extinct; after all these years, I could only pull you—just one descendant—from a spatial tunnel. That alone says everything."

Fang Yue, watching his disintegration spread from his right hand to his right chest, then rapidly engulfing him, had no attention left for her words.

"Though your bloodline is impure, your presence here proves your identity. You may be our last hope. Accept our tribe's legacy, cultivate to the ultimate extreme, surpass me, surpass every past Night Moon ancestor, then return here—to Youquan—and save our Night Moon Tribe! Save these people of ours!"

As the crescent girl finished speaking, the stones beside Youquan trembled in unison, blood oozing from every pebble.

By now, Fang Yue's legs had fully disintegrated; only his head remained, lying on the blood-colored pebbles, feeling as if he were already dead, unable to hear Yeya's words.

But Yeya didn't seem to care about his reaction—she merely crouched down, extended one finger, and pressed it against Fang Yue's forehead.

Drip.

Though shaped like bloodstone, the touch of her finger against his forehead felt soft, uniquely feminine.

The instant her finger touched his forehead, Fang Yue's mind rang hollow; some force within him resonated with hers, planting a seed of power, and a flower mark slowly emerged on his forehead.

"This is the last power of the Night Moon Tribe. Your predecessors all failed. You are our final hope… live, grow stronger, return here, and save us!"

As the crescent girl spoke these words, she suddenly noticed Fang Yue's half-head trembling, his lips moving faintly; she leaned down to listen…

"Bian… Bianhua…"

"I already gave it to you."

The crescent girl playfully blinked—this was the last image Fang Yue saw. His head shattered completely, vanishing without a trace.

After Fang Yue vanished, the blood-colored stones beside Youquan instantly shattered into dust, swept away and absorbed by the stream.

Only Yeya's bloodstone remained, untouched by the current, though everything around her had become utterly empty.

"How lonely… come back soon, little one."

Yeya retracted into her bloodstone, and simultaneously, shadowy figures slowly rose from Youquan—clearly… Yin Chas!

These Yin Chas had not yet gained invisibility; like newborns, they were visible to the naked eye.

As these newborn Yin Chas emerged, stones from afar began drifting toward them.

And each of these "new stones" was carried by a Yin Cha!

…

Qing Guo, Jingcheng.

Boom!!

Thunder roared; Heavy Rain poured.

The entire Jingcheng was almost entirely shrouded under the gloom of Black Cloud, on the verge of completing its final loop.

"Gah!!"

Amid the ceaseless Heavy Rain, amid the raging storm, a group of riders splashed through muddy water, galloping toward them.

"Sect Master! We can't go any further! Jingcheng is in grave peril—we'd only be walking to our deaths!!"

"Sect Master, turn back! The Extreme Ice Sect cannot survive without you!!"

The Elders behind the young girl shouted in unison.

Yet none could stop the tail from charging ahead at full speed.

"I already told you not to follow! This is my personal decision!"

The tail, while giving medicine to both horse and self, shouted back over his shoulder.

(End of Chapter)