Chapter 2850 - 94: Life Like a Stage Play (Part 2)

"He seemed completely unmoved, staring at Xiong Sansi with a fierce gaze, tinged with jealousy, ’What are you using to fight against me?!’

Xiong Sansi turned back, and the edge of his blade precisely struck the spearhead.

Lingxihua reappeared from hiding, launching a storm of attacks on Xiong Sansi in mid-air. A bone spear, its tip like snow falling on pear blossoms.

Yet Xiong Sansi stood firm like a mountain, hardly moving his feet, using the long knife as a protective shield against the wind and rain.

The clash between blade and spear each time sparked a long trail, like a flying ribbon. Some parts turned black, others blood-red, while scattered specks...red scattered, disappearing.

Lingxihua’s attack was too fast, under the overlapping afterimages, black fog and bone spurs formed bizarre patterns.

Clenching his teeth, he sneered, ’You wield the Spirit Flame and employ the Spirit Body, yet rant nonsense about freedom and self!’

I am here wagging my tail in submission, groveling.

What entitlement grants you to discuss dignity?

Simply opening your mouth to talk about self?

Are you not the same as me, having tasted the world’s utmost humiliation, grafted into this mismatched shell?

What makes you, Xiong Sansi, so extraordinary!

Bone spear and long knife, black flame and blood fire, churned repeatedly in the Sea of Ten Thousand Gods, leaving the spectators silent.

Jiang Wang in the Mirror World sat quietly meditating.

He was somewhat concerned about Xiong Sansi’s story but not overly so.

Or rather, compared to Xiong Sansi and Lingxihua’s individual demon lives, he was more interested in their power structures.

At this moment, before him floated two flames, one black, one blood-red.

The lines formed by Samadhi True Fire intertwined into two small cages, enveloping them within, slowly burning and decomposing.

Xiong Sansi and Lingxihua fought fiercely, with sparks flying. They eagerly vied for Yuan Force, invaded enemy bodies, and even contested the sparks from weapon clashes.

Yet, there was a point originally red, remaining red from beginning to end. Of course, it was remotely controlled within the Mirror World.

Fortunately or unfortunately, tainted with black flame, burning with blood fire...leading to the present scene.

Jiang Wang risked taking action, plucking feathers amidst the tigers’ struggle, precisely for the item Lingxihua called the ’Spirit Flame.’

Leaving aside whether the ’Spirit Clan’ is legitimate, the body created by the Three Evil Tribulation Monarch that mixes demon, magic, and human elements indeed had its unique aspects. Mere visual observation can hardly supplement much knowledge.

Although the path forward remains unclear, the placement collisions by various Absolute Summits create countless possibilities, where opportunities flash and vanish.

With the ongoing evolution in the Shenxiao Bureau, he could leap out from the Mirror World at any moment to seize the situation. Every genius in the scheme is his opponent.

And his greatest advantage is hiding in the dark, gaining extra time to observe opponents. Experienced as he is, he knows how to seize it well.

Samadhi True Fire is a Divine Power Fire.

He once mimicked Flame Flowers, even replicated Spirit Soul Flame Flowers, but essentially it was merely a Dao Technique application of Spirit and Soul Power, unable to foster root-origin Spirit Soul Fire.

Based on the burn and decomposition by Samadhi True Fire, the composition of Spirit Flame is complex, manifested as spiritual sense, combined with demonic qi, human qi, and demon qi—a naturally birthed power. Claiming it as the fundamental power of the so-called ’Spirit Clan’ is hardly an exaggeration.

During the Samadhi True Fire’s ’essence refining’ process, Jiang Wang remained busy, eyes tracking everywhere, ears listening from all directions, meticulously analyzing each Demon King’s battle, even repeatedly deducing with Dream Order.

Yang Yu and Shujia Lan, Xiong Sansi and Lingxihua, even She Guyu displaying movement technique, and Zhu Lanruo observing as well...and, his ear sense had already reached inside the belly of the giant deity ape’s Divine Appearance.

Lu Qilang remained oblivious to the happenings outside, not due to a lack of ability to capture external intelligence, but because he had been sucked into the dangers of the Sea of Ten Thousand Gods.

At this moment, countless divine shrines were already bursting with divine brilliance.

The giant deity ape governing all of this, gradually touched upon spiritual insight, beginning to realize that something within was roiling like a raging river.

The huge hands covering the mountain platform, supported by nearly infinite divine power, gradually gained awareness. It could feel the temperature of the immortally glowing spark covered by its palm inside the bronze cauldron—it was calling upon instinct.

Thus, within its abyssal shell, the divine seals embedded in the flesh cliff walls were undone, divine statues one by one opened their divine eyes!

Divine light shot from the eyes!

It wasn’t mere divine attention, but a destruction instinct nurtured by the giant deity ape’s summon.

This light cut gold and jade, crashing into flesh cliff walls, forming deep pits.

Such pits on flesh cliff walls resemble insignificant specks if fallen onto Lu Qilang, would split him into many pieces in an instant.

In almost an instant, the entire Sea of Ten Thousand Gods was densely filled with divine light, crisscrossing with hardly any gaps!

The rapidly falling Lu Qilang remained calm, his intuition for danger preceded even the divine statue’s eye-opening.

A slender sword swiftly maneuvered side to side, with sword light swirling around his body. Whether thrusting, wiping, or directly halting, the divine light remained outside the sword light! Lu Qilang traversed the slits created by that sword light.

Sections of his fluttering clothing were sliced off, strands of his long hair scattered.

Yet, in the end, his body remained unmarred and he continued his descent, faster and faster.