Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 595 - 550: Divine Skills Vast?
The Fox Bodhisattva chuckled lightly.
She extended a finger, and instantly, streaks of blue light descended from the Sky Dome above, resembling tens of thousands of celestial blades, mercilessly slashing toward Wu Hen's position.
The Holy Orchid Fire Domain surrounding Wu Hen was once again shattered, yet the Fire Particles continued surging forward relentlessly.
They formed one Fire Orchid Shield Array after another for Wu Hen, resisting the terrifying annihilation brought by the opponent.
"Swish!!"
One of the massive blue blades, as if it were the axe from the Creation of Heaven and Earth, swept through the partially matured Soul Nesting Wood. The Soul Nesting Wood, which had been bitterly guarded for several days, was cleaved in two, while the already cracked and fractured ground was split further, tilting in opposite directions.
Wu Hen glanced back, only to see another massive blue blade spanning the sky, descending vertically toward the Soul Flower protecting Wang Rui.
The Soul Flower, though the most resilient layer of defense in this otherworldly realm, had its limits. Seeing Wang Rui lying inside, on the verge of being split in two, Wu Hen immediately darted to the Soul Flower's position, using his Fire God Body to collide with the massive blue blade.
The massive blue blade shattered into countless phantom fragments, yet a shocking wound appeared on Wu Hen's host body, stretching from his right shoulder to his abdomen, almost diagonally cleaving him apart.
The fragile skin and bones barely managed to keep the two halves of his body adhered together, preventing them from separating entirely.
Blood gushed forth like a fountain, splashing hotly onto the Soul Nesting Wood and the Soul Flower. Wu Hen propped up his half-torn body with one hand, maintaining a standing posture as he gasped heavily, striving to inhale more Spiritual Breath. The Fire Particles frantically gathered around the gaping wound, radiating intense thermal energy as if performing a welding process to keep Wu Hen's body intact.
"Since you possess the conviction to sacrifice for others, why are you unwilling to do what you must for the fate of humanity?" The Fox Bodhisattva scoffed at Wu Hen's baffling actions.
Wu Hen disregarded her words with disdain.
"I'm not Jesus," he thought, "to sacrifice myself to redeem humanity."
Even if the Fox Bodhisattva desired an outcome where Wu Hen perished and everyone else survived, it represented something entirely different in Wu Hen's eyes.
One was life extended through charity, while the other involved clawing out survival from the Heaven and Earth Laws just like humanity's true ancestors. Life granted through charity could never endure, nor live with dignity.
Within the Fox Bodhisattva's body, Gao Yu Yan watched this scene unfold in anguish.
She didn't even know where this conflict originated, much less understand the meaning behind Wu Hen and the Fox Immortal's words.
Her profound ignorance weighed heavily on her, intensifying the torment in her heart.
She realized how small she had always been—having once fantasized about causing a worldwide sensation, leading humanity to a better era, garnering admiration, making those around her look at her differently. Yet when a conflict that superseded her comprehension erupted, she found herself utterly unworthy, unable even to speak or resist.
As she stared at Wu Hen's wound, all she could do was emit emotions of sorrow and helplessness, the sole feelings capable of influencing her body—manifesting as a misty veil over the Fox Bodhisattva's eyes.
Her own fate felt suffocating!
She realized she was nothing more than a string of insignificant code, her life and soul inferior even to the fleeting existence of a mayfly that at least had the chance to bloom with vitality in its limited time.
The Fox Bodhisattva, too, possessed the art of killing while wounding the soul.
She extended her hand and wiped away the tears at the edge of her eyes—emotions that did not belong to her. Step by step, she approached the weary Wu Hen. She stripped away the material covering her Battle Robe, revealing the hands of Gao Yu Yan, intending to end Wu Hen's life with them.
To prevent Gao Yu Yan from being merely a spectator and let her experience the tactile sensation of murder.
It was also a warning from the Fox Bodhisattva—a warning that should this host continue its futile resistance, the Fox Bodhisattva would use those hands to crush everyone Gao Yu Yan cared about.
The distance between them shrank, and Gao Yu Yan could feel Wu Hen's breath—thick with blood's metallic scent.
She distinctly felt Wu Hen's gaze fixed on her, so foreign that even though she knew he wasn't truly looking at her, the eyes penetrated her soul like daggers.
Such helplessness drove Gao Yu Yan to the brink of hysteria. Her soul, imprisoned within the Black Immortal Battle Robe, was like a little girl trapped in a dungeon—no matter how hard she slammed, she couldn't move the prison even slightly. Even if she battered herself bloody, it wouldn't change anything.
She had no control—not even over a single finger. Her despair and pain could barely be communicated, only serving as fodder for the enemy's amusement!
"I'm... sorry... Wu Hen..."
The voice was faint, the Fox Bodhisattva's lips trembling unnaturally, and her chilly, ruthless expression subtly changed, as though two souls wrestled within—the other one tormented and mad.
Wu Hen heard Gao Yu Yan's own voice. Though he couldn't see her, he could vividly imagine Gao Yu Yan's agony.
To have one's body not belong to oneself—it was a torment beyond words, compounded by the despair of not understanding the force controlling and possessing it.
Wu Hen's grin stretched even wider. Within his eyes, there was no trace of helplessness or despair; instead, there was mockery—even for the Fox Bodhisattva herself.
"Gao Yu Yan, don't be afraid," Wu Hen reassured. "Look, it's not omnipotent. It can't even fully suppress your soul pattern. There's no need to deny yourself. It's no different from the parasitic creatures we've encountered before. Just because it stuffs itself silly doesn't mean it can disguise itself as Heaven within our perception!"
Gao Yu Yan's successful resistance and Wu Hen's words thoroughly enraged the Fox Bodhisattva. Her human hand instantly reverted to the Fox Immortal Jade Claw, slashing viciously toward Wu Hen's laughing face.
So even beings like that could fly into a rage out of shame.
In the end, it was just an inept mimicry of the Heaven and Earth Laws—far from the level of a High-dimensional God.
Wu Hen didn't dodge this time.
Yi Liang's host body had already reached its limits. To push the Black Navigators this far was impressive enough.
What came next would be up to his true self—to make these entities that thought they could manipulate humanity pay the price!
Wu Hen closed his eyes, letting his awareness return to his main body...
Darkness enveloped his vision.
In the next second, the true Wu Hen, watching from afar, suddenly opened his eyes!
In that instant, his optic nerves seemed to unleash countless threads of Divine Sense, swiftly mapping everything in the vast otherworldly domain into his mind.
Simultaneously, Wu Hen's breathing transformed. A simple inhale-exhale flowed into all the Spiritual Particles between Heaven and Earth, resembling millions of rivers meandering freely, their veins connected to the meridians of his body.
Sound Perception radiated along with his prior visual and spiritual perception explosions. Every dynamic, from the collisions of microscopic particles to multi-layered colorful waves, was processed by his advanced cognition into gigantic streams of real-time data in his brain.
Only his tactile ability remained at Second Rank, unable to reach the expansive wonder of the other senses. Yet within these intertwined sensorial systems, Wu Hen constructed an additional dimension—a sensory realm resembling the addition of a timeline to the three-dimensional space. He could view the past and future within the visuals formed by his sensory interactions, albeit only within a twenty-minute window.
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In the moment tactile sense overlapped with the other three perceptions, the time frame surged backward rapidly. Wu Hen watched as everything unraveled in reverse, all the way to the moment the Green Fox Battle Clothes first descended upon Gao Yu Yan.
Focusing his attention on the Green Fox Battle Clothes, Wu Hen noticed a faint, elusive thread extending toward a distant Ashen Mountain. In that direction, something appeared to exert control over the Fox Bodhisattva.
There—a Black Navigator existed.
It had released a faint signal, nearly imperceptible, while commanding the Fox Bodhisattva.
If not for Wu Hen's ability to reverse the timeline and analyze frame by frame, this delicate trace of mental command would have been practically undetectable!
"Gao Huan, hmph!"
For reasons unknown, Wu Hen had an intense premonition: Gao Huan, the Black Navigator, was the entity behind the scenes directing the Fox Bodhisattva.
He was the mastermind intent on eliminating Wu Hen.
Yet Gao Huan hadn't revealed himself—remaining hidden like an expert strategist.
Wu Hen suddenly faced a dilemma. If he acted now, Gao Huan would undoubtedly flee.
Without eliminating the Fox Bodhisattva first, Gao Huan would never truly show himself.
What options did Wu Hen have to deal with the Fox Bodhisattva without exposing himself?
Having reviewed the past twenty minutes, Wu Hen began examining the following twenty minutes.
Wu Hen opted to act—to eliminate the Fox Bodhisattva.
As expected, the Divine Realm's shadow immediately severed all causal ties and disappeared into the darkness within Cang Chu, leaving Wu Hen unable to confirm if it was Gao Huan.
Wu Hen tried ignoring the Fox Bodhisattva entirely and pursued the signal toward the Ashen Mountain.
But before he could reach the mountain, the figure had vanished entirely, while the Fox Bodhisattva murdered Wang Rui and Gao Yu Yan, hanging their corpses upon the Soul Nesting Wood as a gruesome warning to anyone daring to probe their schemes!
They remained hidden, and Wu Hen still failed to capture their key player...
The future twenty minutes hinged on the decisions made "here and now."
Wu Hen realized he had to reassess.
He meticulously analyzed, combing through the past and future, employing his "panoramic" Death Omen Law to extract critical information to break the deadlock...
His cognitive processing had surpassed the abilities of even super AI, scrutinizing every observable detail he could access.
Finally, Wu Hen discovered an opportunity—just one second prior!
One second earlier, it was the moment his diminutive host-body form was torn apart by the Fox Bodhisattva's claw.
Instead of focusing on his pitiful host-body fragment, Wu Hen directed his attention toward the Soul Nesting Wood behind him, where he noticed the Soul Flower had unknowingly bloomed!
Within the Soul Flower, Wang Rui's eyes abruptly opened, revealing ancient symbols in his gaze. His body emitted the radiance of Golden Crystal Soul Armor as a mysterious, immensely powerful soul pattern emerged...
"This aura???"
Even Wu Hen couldn't believe it. His dear friend Wang Rui radiated soul light akin to a resplendent God!
