These words were like a ray of sunlight, piercing through the heavy dark clouds.
The voice fell silent.
Only the blue-purple demonic light emanating from the black magic ring intensified, protecting the mixed-blood Feathered Serpent.
Su Po, Gao Ling, and Du Taixuan were all somewhat confused for a moment.
Only Chen Shuangbai, her voice as cold as frost, continued, "Although I haven't had much contact with you, I recognize your Law Power fluctuations... You've hidden them well, but unfortunately, I can still sense those familiar Law Power fluctuations from years ago."
"Uncle Yan!"
" Yan Nanlai, so many years have passed, and you've finally deigned to show yourself... It seems you might have made a mistake in cultivating that Devil Cultivation Method?"
As he spoke, the sword immortal suddenly paused, his tone shifting, and said, "That's not right."
"You went to such lengths to fabricate the false identity of Yan Nanlai, plotting for over a hundred years to join my Jade Spring Sect, all to seize that Devil Cultivation Method. For this, you were willing to abandon all your hard work over the past century... All of Yan Nanlai was merely an avatar of yours, and now that he has lost his usefulness, he has returned to his original form."
The owner of the voice finally spoke, chuckling softly, "Sword Immortal, have you mistaken me for someone else?"
But Chen Shuangbai ignored his feeble rebuttals, her eyes flashing with an even brighter crimson light, her expression growing colder, and her reasoning becoming increasingly fluent.
"I see."
"You were afraid of direct contact, and since you were recognized by me, True Jihai, and True Lord Qingchen, you indirectly bewitched this mixed-blood Feathered Serpent, causing it to abduct my four disciples. In truth, it wasn't she who wanted to perfect her Dao Path; the one who truly needed to perfect her Dao Path... was you, Yan Nanlai!"
The crimson light in Chen Shuangbai grew even brighter, but her voice became increasingly icy, like a frost-hardened blade, each word dissecting the current state of its owner—
"You switched to cultivating that Devil Cultivation Method, which went wrong. So you thought that this Devil Cultivation Method was sealed by the founder of my Jade Spring Sect, and that the Jade Spring Sect Sect's lineage might have a way to counter it. But ordinary Jade Spring disciples don't have enough lineage inheritance. Only my disciple, with a high enough status, should be able to inherit the essence of the lineage that satisfies you."
"I'm right!"
The dark magic ring remained silent for a long time.
So long that even Su Po began to feel uneasy, cautiously looking up at the Dharma ring floating above her head, fearing that this "savior" might suddenly abandon her.
Finally, the voice rang out again, but it was no longer the magnetic voice of a middle-aged man. Instead, it sounded extremely ordinary and slightly hoarse.
" Martial Nephew Chen, I must admit, you are indeed quite intelligent!"
"Among the Jade Spring Sect, aside from Jihai and Qingchen, you are indeed the one I fear the most."
"Yeah?"
Chen Shuangbai coldly replied, "Now that you've appeared before me, aren't you afraid of following in the footsteps of that Crimson Flame Demon Lord?"
Yan Nanlai chuckled softly, a wild and unrestrained laugh.
You are truly outstanding!
"Throughout the generations of the Jade Spring Sect, there has never been anyone as outstanding as you."
"That's all there is to it."
Yan Nanlai's voice suddenly turned cold, and he said, "Let's not even talk about whether you have the ability to keep me here. All I have left here is this Law Treasure and this divine thought. What ability do you have to keep me here!"
He finished speaking.
A point of blue-purple light, like a falling star, sank towards the center of Su Po's brow.
The mixed-blood Feathered Serpent, having overheard only a whiff of what was said, had gradually come to realize it was being used as a pawn and was already harboring suspicions. Now, seeing the colorful light... it immediately understood what its opponent intended to do and cried out in horror, "You won't get away with this!"
She activated her Divine Ability, and white mist gradually enveloped her figure, making it appear ethereal.
But Yan Nanlai only chuckled softly.
"Innocent!"
"The method you used to extract the essence of the Dao from this brat's disciple was taught to you by me. Do you still intend to stop me?!"
The blue-purple light pierced through the layers of white mist and negative electricity without any hindrance, and entered Su Po's brow.
Su Po's body stiffened abruptly, and the clarity and struggle in her emerald green snake eyes quickly faded, replaced by a deep blue-purple demonic light.
Her body began to tremble violently, and the muscles beneath the scales twitched incessantly, as if something was awakening and growing within her.
The mixed-blood Feathered Serpent emitted a low growl of unknown meaning, but quickly subsided.
She slowly raised her head, and in her snake-like eyes, which had turned completely blue-purple, gleamed a cold and aloof light.
She—or rather, the true form named Yan Nanlai —slightly trembled the body of the mixed-blood Feathered Serpent.
The snake's originally long tail became even thicker, and strange purple patterns appeared on its scales. Its white wings also expanded rapidly, and the edges of its feathers shimmered with a faint blue luster.
"Although it's a mixed-blood Feathered Serpent, it's barely enough."
He raised his head, looked at Chen Shuangbai in the sky, and then revealed his serpentine fangs with satisfaction. He said in a tone tinged with amusement and mockery, "You are very clever, but clever people are never Changming!"
Boom!
This mixed-blood Feathered Serpent spread its blue-purple wings, and its original three-hundred-foot-long demonic body suddenly swelled again, once exceeding five hundred feet. Its terrifying demonic form blotted out the sky and the sun. From the depths of the rolling dark clouds, thousands of blue-purple lightning bolts boiled and fell with boundless scalding rain. It was not like Feathered Serpent, but more like a wicked dragon.
The monstrous dragon slowly lowered its head, its blue-purple serpentine eyes locking onto Chen Shuangbai, a ferocious smile spreading across its lips. "The essence of your Daoist lineage should be sufficient!"
Thousands of bolts of dark electricity exploded, and the Feathered Serpent spread its wings that blotted out the sky. Countless blue and purple demonic lights fell from them, accompanied by countless white feathers, which mixed with the dark electricity. A terrifying storm of demonic light and dark electricity swept in.
Clang--!
A sliver of crimson light flickered, and then a crimson sword light stretching to the sky cleaved it in two from the rolling storm of demonic light and lightning, revealing the Daoist priest in fluttering robes.
Chen Shuangbai held a sword in his right hand, pointed with his left hand, and shouted towards the sky, "Suppress!"
Haoming Boy's eyes shone brightly. He clasped his hands together and suddenly pushed towards the Feathered Serpent. His true form, [Fengzhen Zihao Chengming Xuantianmen], soared into the sky with purple-gold light. Instantly, the sound of drums was like thunder, the banners fluttered, and the twelve Purple-Gold Heavenly Pillar moved fiercely, with rolling purple light pouring down.
"Heh... heh..."
Under the suppression of the [Fengzhen Zihao Chengming Xuantian Gate], which was only a few steps away from the Supreme-Grade Spirit Treasure, even Yan Nanlai was greatly surprised. His five-hundred-foot-tall demonic true body was as if it were stuck in a quagmire, and its movements became extremely slow.
On the twelve Purple-Gold Heavenly Pillar, countless fine runes flowed endlessly, transforming into purple-gold chains that coiled around from all directions, firmly binding the enormous creature.
A look of surprise flashed in the Feathered Serpent's vertical, bluish-purple pupils. Yan Nanlai's voice rang out from within, showing little surprise, only a silence that seemed to have been anticipated.
"Indeed, High-Grade Spirit Treasure... truly profound."