Endless Regret! Life's Lasting Sorrow, Like Water Flowing East!
At a thousand meters in the air, with the wind whipping through his robes, Li Qingshan stared at the Black Dragon Sword in Di Tian's hand, his five fingers gripping the sword slowly tightening.
The beast god before him was no match for Tang Zhen. Although he had reached level ninety-five, he was still far from being able to confront it head-on with his Soul Power.
This battle allows him no room for trial and error.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"
A black Soul Ring suddenly lit up, and a huge silver-white sword shadow rose up from behind him!
Almost simultaneously, the three Soul Bones in Li Qingshan's forehead, right arm, and right leg glowed in succession, drawing the outward-expanding sword shadows to quickly converge on him.
Silver Forehead Guard rests between her brows, sharp arm armor fastens along her right shoulder, and blue and gold patterns extend upwards from her legs, connecting the plates on her chest and back.
The incomplete form of the Martial Soul Bone Armor Avatar!
Seeing this, Di Tian's eyes flickered slightly, but he did not rush to strike with the Black Dragon Sword in his hand. He wanted to see just how many tricks this human who called himself the Golden Dragon King still had up his sleeve.
Li Qingshan raised his sword and held it horizontally in front of him, its silvery light suddenly spreading outwards. "Love Sword Domain - Love Brings Only Regret Since Ancient Times!"
Countless Threads of Emotion scattered with the light, intertwining around Di Tian.
Immediately afterwards, an indescribable sense of loss quietly emerged in his heart, as if something he had never let go of had been touched upon again.
Di Tian's brow twitched slightly, and the Dragon Power within his body circulated, suppressing the strange feeling. He said with some surprise, "It's actually a domain that can affect the mind?"
Just then, the sword mark on Li Qingshan's forehead glowed with a dark purple light, and he shouted:
"Void Nightmare Dragon Head Soul Bone Skill - Nightmare Soul Devour!"
Suddenly, a faint Dragon Shadow shot out, its scales shimmering with tiny silver light, heading straight for Di Tian's brow!
This attack is not aimed at flesh and blood, but rather at penetrating the Sea of Consciousness, using fear to tear apart the opponent's mental defenses.
Di Tian merely raised his eyes, and golden light suddenly shone from the depths of his pupils, as a powerful Spiritual Power pressed down upon him!
"Bang!"
The dark Dragon Shadow collided with that mental barrier and was directly blocked.
No matter how the Dragon Shadow tore and bit, it could not advance even an inch further. Instead, it was rapidly twisted under the pressure of the golden light and finally collapsed with a bang!
Li Qingshan felt a sharp pain on his forehead, but his eyes remained unwavering. He knew that with his current Spiritual Power, even with the help of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, he would find it difficult to shake Di Tian.
But he never expected to win with this attack. As the Dragon Shadow dissipated, another silver-purple light swept past Di Tian's feet.
"Void Nightmare Dragon Head Soul Bone Skill - Void Seal!"
The surroundings suddenly went dark.
The surging sea of clouds, the distant mountains, and even the sound of the wind all vanished in that instant.
The two of them were now in a separate, silver-purple space!
Di Tian scanned his surroundings and sensed that the space around him was tightening, and his Soul Power circulation and mental perception were weakened by a force.
He tried to sense the outside world, but the familiar spatial connections were completely cut off.
This barrier is inextricably linked to the caster in front of you; to escape, you must first defeat them.
Di Tian looked at Li Qingshan again, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "He does have some merit."
However, what responded to him was a surge of silvery Threads of Emotion sweeping in from all directions!
The Love Sword Domain was also brought into this space, with countless fine threads intertwining in different directions. Some wrapped around the Black Dragon Sword, some circled around the shoulders and back, and many more kept getting closer to Di Tian's body.
With a flick of his wrist, Di Tian unleashed a purplish-black Sword Light that severed a large number of Threads of Emotion. However, before the severed Threads of Emotion could dissipate, new Threads of Emotion began to attach themselves.
Taking advantage of this momentary interruption, Li Qingshan immersed his mind in the Sea of Consciousness.
After these days of nurturing, that wisp of Spiritual Power at the Limit Douluo level has recovered, but it can only be maintained for a short three breaths.
"It must be used on this sword!"
Li Qingshan's eyes narrowed, and he drew out all that power, channeling it along the connection between the Head Soul Bone and Bone Armor into his ninth Soul Ring!
Suddenly, a red light shone brightly!
The Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring slowly expanded, and the originally fine Threads of Emotion straightened at the same time. Deep within the threads, a faint layer of blood color appeared.
Gazing at the scene before him, Di Tian paused slightly in his sword-wielding motion, saying with some surprise, "This Spiritual Power..."
The attack just now was not enough to bother him, but the power surging out now has already reached the level of a human Limit Douluo!
"A level 95 human actually possesses such Spiritual Power within him?" A hint of surprise flashed in Di Tian's eyes, and he then gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.
However, that's all.
Li Qingshan gripped his sword with both hands, the silver markings on his forehead gleaming almost blindingly, and his deep voice slowly echoed in the space:
"The Ninth Soul Skill, endless regret, a lifelong sorrow flowing like the eastward-flowing river!"
As his words fell, the Threads of Emotion of emotion that filled the surroundings suddenly converged on the sword's edge, then transformed into a vast silver Sword Light that slashed towards Di Tian!
Where the Sword Light passed, there was no sharp whistling sound as before, but instead a heavy sense of sorrow followed.
Words left unspoken, unrecoverable past events, regrets that linger even though they are in the past...
Those emotions buried by time are gradually surfacing in my heart, drawn by the Soul Skill.
Di Tian sensed the change in his emotions, and his eyes finally turned cold.
Instead of retreating, he suddenly raised the Black Dragon Sword in his hand, and dense darkness gathered along the blade, distorting the surrounding space.
He channeled the power of space into the blade.
Merging with the forces of darkness.
Immediately, a purplish-black sword beam slashed out!
A narrow crack appeared in front of the sword's edge, severing the remaining threads of Threads of Emotion wherever it passed, and even the silver light flowing in the space was swept to both sides!
The two Sword Light collided with a deafening roar in the next instant!
"Boom--!"
A burst of silvery-white and purplish-black light erupted simultaneously!
A violent force swept across the entire space, shattering countless strands of Threads of Emotion, and causing the silver-purple spatial boundary to tremble violently!
Di Tian swung the Black Dragon Sword horizontally, blocking the oncoming aftershocks.
His black clothes were whipped up by the strong wind, but his figure remained firmly in place, only his sword-wielding arm slumped back a little.
Li Qingshan was struck as if by a heavy blow. His body lurched backward, the Bone Armor on his right arm flashed repeatedly, and blood seeped from the tiger's mouth where he gripped the sword.
He forcefully stabilized his Soul Power to prevent the longsword from slipping from his hand, while simultaneously diverting his attention to maintain the seal, firmly keeping the aftershocks within this space.
In a head-on collision, even with his Limit Douluo Spiritual Power integrated into his ninth Soul Skill, he was ultimately at a disadvantage.
However, on the other side, Di Tian did not launch another attack.
The moment the two Sword Light exploded, the Spiritual Power contained within them also dissipated.
A few strands of Threads of Emotion, not yet extinguished, touched his heart through the gaps in their collision.
Di Tian instinctively activated his Spiritual Power to suppress it, but the emotions that had already been stirred did not disappear as the external force was blocked.
Several long-blurred faces suddenly flashed before his eyes—how many of his once-familiar kinsmen had vanished into the long passage of time?
He once thought that if he were strong enough, he could protect those he wanted to protect, but to this day he can only stand by the lake, waiting for his lord to wake up from his slumber.
Time and time again.
He could make all beasts bow down, but he could not bring back lost lives, nor could he erase his lord's old wounds.
If only I had been stronger back then... If only I had done more during those times when I was powerless...
The thought had barely formed when the long-suppressed regret surged forth, causing even his hand holding the sword to loosen slightly.
Di Tian clenched his teeth, trying to suppress the memories that kept resurfacing, but the regret still lingered in his heart, becoming harder to calm the more he thought about it.
He slowly raised his eyes, looking at Li Qingshan in the distance through the lingering light. The composed smile from before had finally disappeared.
"What a brilliant move... but the regret is endless! Life's sorrows flow like the eastward-flowing river!"