Chapter 742

Bang!

The sound of the poison vat shattering kept echoing in the Nine Abysses.

Zhao Zixun, who had been fighting those dirty things in the distance, instantly turned and ran toward me.

I thought, at the moment he heard the sound of the poison vat shattering, his soul must have been scared out of him?

His first reaction was to come back and save me.

But when he came to my side, he found I was completely fine.

Then he discovered that the person who shattered the poison vat was actually me.

He froze.

I had no time to bother with him, because the poison vat, while in the hands of the sorcerer's spirit, was shattered—not completely broken into pieces, but the Forgetting River water pierced its belly, and I saw the viscous, constantly surging… medicinal fluid?

The reason I guessed it contained medicinal fluid is because a strong medicinal aroma seeped out from inside.

However, after that medicinal fragrance dispersed, a foul, fishy stench followed, making one feel nauseous.

Even more disgusting, countless things were writhing and surging inside the medicinal fluid…

At first, I thought it was a poison insect.

But when the first medicinal spirit antenna poked out of the medicinal liquid, I wanted to slap myself.

The poison vat is used to refine the hundred-spirit poison, and it must be controlling countless medicinal spirits inside.

I was just about to continue controlling water to strike the poison vat and rescue the medicinal spirits inside when Zhao Zixun interrupted me.

Immediately, I saw the first medicinal spirit antenna that had extended out quickly turn blood-red.

I couldn't see its true form, but I clearly saw it fly out of the poison vat, turning into drops of fresh blood in midair that shot toward me.

If Zhao Zixun hadn't reacted quickly enough, I would have been hit by those drops of blood.

I'm not afraid of the hundred-spirit poison, but such blood drops falling on my body would still corrode my flesh, like feeding on witch spirits, feeding on me.

One leads to two.

When one after another medicinal spirit antenna stretched out of the medicinal liquid, and they turned into sheets of bloody water rushing at me, I knew this was the opponent's final spasm at the end of their rope.

And this spasm either means a desperate turnaround or complete annihilation.

I certainly couldn't let the opponent have any chance to turn things around.

I fired the Coffin Nail again.

At the moment the Coffin Nail struck the poison vat, another stream of inner force also hit the poison vat simultaneously.

Zhao Zixun also launched an attack.

The poison vat shattered completely, the witch spirit stood like a wooden puppet, its hand still holding the pose of lifting the vat, motionless.

And as the poison vat fell to the ground, the viscous medicinal liquid, upon touching the surface, turned into a pool of medicinal liquid, bloody water, and some rotting flesh and unknown liquids… these don't matter.

What matters is that, as the poison vat shattered completely, specks of Golden Light scattered out from within, quickly swallowed by the black mist.

"Those are your battle soul fragments!" I shouted loudly, "Zhao Zixun, quickly, absorb my essence blood to condense your battle soul as fast as possible."

As I spoke, I had already torn off the bandage Zhao Zixun had wrapped around my finger, I squeezed the wound hard, and shoved my finger into his mouth.

Zhao Zixun tried to dodge, but I immediately raised my other hand, firmly gripping his chin, while squeezing blood into his mouth and threatening him fiercely: "Zhao Zixun, if you don't obey, believe me—I'll slit my wrist to feed you right now, and that will make the blood flow faster."

Zhao Zixun had no choice; under my coercion and force-feeding, he absorbed a considerable amount of my essence blood.

As my essence blood dwindled, I could clearly feel myself growing weaker.

I know that when my essence blood drops to a certain level, I might not be able to maintain human form, unable to mobilize ghost power to control water, and could even revert to the plant state of the Seven-Leaf Spirit Mushroom, becoming incapable of anything.

But as long as I can help Zhao Zixun recondense all his shattered battle souls, my purpose is fulfilled.

I am willing to make any sacrifice.

Zhao Zixun and I have been entangled across two lifetimes, and he knows my temperament very well.

Once the bow is drawn, there's no turning back.

Things have come to this; he understands he cannot waste a single drop of my essence blood.

Only by recondensing all his battle souls can he not betray my deep devotion to him.

Waves of dizziness hit, my eyelids drooped involuntarily, and even forcing myself to stay upright was becoming hard.

Zhao Zixun finally released me, he supported my body and laid me on the ground.

During this process, the witch spirit collapsed.

The black mist I had previously repelled, along with the dark shapes within it, surged forth as the River of Forgetfulness overflowed, once again rushing from all directions to encircle me and Zhao Zixun.

And I, however, could not muster even a trace of ghost power; my whole body grew weak, my vision repeatedly darkened, and I could faint at any moment.

I sat cross-legged on the ground.

Zhao Zixun leaned close to my ear and said, "Wanwan, sit properly and cultivate your qi; from now on, everything is entrusted to me—believe me, I will lead you to break out of the Nine Abyssal Depths, and all will be as you wish."

When Zhao Zixun straightened his body again, the black mist was already within arm's reach.

Within the black mist, the Yīnfēng wailed, and shadowy figures loomed.

Zhao Zixun suddenly raised his right hand, forming a sword finger and pressing it to his brow, murmuring incantations.

Golden specks of light continually gathered and appeared between his brows, growing larger and brighter.

As he moved, within the black mist, the battle soul fragments that had just scattered out seemed to sense something and flew toward Zhao Zixun.

As those specks appeared, the dark shapes in the black mist went mad, swarming en masse toward the light.

Yet no one succeeded in devouring those battle soul fragments.

This is the power granted to Zhao Zixun by the essence blood of the Seven-Leaf Spirit Mushroom.

Zhan Jia'e once said that in this world, only my essence blood can help Zhao Zixun recondense his battle soul.

At this moment, those words were proven true again.

As those specks of battle soul fragments all returned to their places, a golden, longsword-shaped mark formed between Zhao Zixun's brows.

The sword finger lifted point by point; the sword-shaped golden imprint actually detached from the brow and condensed onto Zhao Zixun's fingertip.

This process was both slow and swift.

It was slow because Zhao Zixun's movements were tiny and steady, giving the illusion of slowness.

In reality, the whole process took only a few dozen seconds.

When the sword-shaped Golden Light imprint steadied and condensed on Zhao Zixun's fingertip, Zhao Zixun thrust his sword finger toward Shang Cang and shouted loudly: "Come, blade!"

With his shout, the scattered long-blade fragments outside suddenly appeared in midair.

At the moment the long-blade fragments pieced together, the sword-shaped Golden Light imprint was infused into them, and the long blade recondensed into form.

I sat cross-legged on the ground, narrowed my eyes watching all this, and the corners of my mouth rose slightly.

Zhao Zixun infused the battle spirit, recondensed from my essence blood, into the long blade.

With the battle spirit, the long blade came back to life.

At this moment, it merged with the battle spirit into one, and thus also became one with Zhao Zixun.

The long blade radiated dazzling golden light all over, piercing through layers of black mist, almost illuminating the entire Nine Nether Abyss...