Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

I saw dozens of formations quickly taking shape and activating before my eyes, and a solid barrier was built as the light flowed.

Han Ce finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a hint of color returned to his pale face.

But his heart soon sank again.

The divine sense swept over and lost sight of the butterfly again.

It was as if she had completely melted into this space, leaving no trace.

How can it be?

With so many formations, how could she pass through them silently?

Just as his mind was shaken and he was searching with all his might—

"Pfft!"

A slight but incomparably clear sound of something sharp piercing flesh rang out in his own chest.

Han Ce's body suddenly stiffened and he lowered his head in disbelief.

A white, slender, even soft hand pierced through his left chest over his heart with a clean and neat movement.

In that hand, was tightly grasping a heart that was still beating slightly and stained with blood...

It's his heart.

"Uh... ah..."

Han Ce opened his mouth wide, a strange hoarse sound coming from his throat. He wanted to turn around, to see clearly behind him, to question how this could be possible...

But his vitality was rapidly draining away from the hole like the tide. He could not make any clear sound, only blood foam kept overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

Die's charming face, now with an innocent expression, peeked out from behind his shoulder, blinking her eyes that were still captivating, but now there was only cold mockery in them.

"Old man, you don't mean to ask why all your formations are useless, do you?"

She leaned close to his ear, as if sharing a secret, and whispered softly, with a hint of cruel innocence, "Hehe..."

My life-defining spiritual weapon self-destructed, not just to break free from the vines...

It can give me the ability to travel through space in a short period of time."

Her voice was soft, but it sounded like the final death knell.

All the light in Han Ce's eyes dimmed in an instant, and his dilated pupils were filled with extreme shock, unwillingness, and a hint of realization.

He stared intently at the Book of Ten Thousand Formations in front of him, which was still floating but had lost its owner's control and its brilliance was gradually fading. His body shook.

Eventually, all consciousness sinks into eternal darkness.

He opened his eyes, filled with endless regret and unwillingness, and then he died.

Die glanced with disdain at Han Ce's gradually cooling body beside her. Blood was still gushing from his hollow chest, dyeing the water beneath him red.

She flicked her slender fingers, and a large black robe flew out from the storage space, covering her torn and wet clothes, which were revealing her spring skin, as well as her blood-stained body.

Feeling the waves of emptiness and stinging in her body from the self-destruction of the double hooks, she couldn't help but frown -

I suffered a huge loss this time. The two spiritual weapons that I had painstakingly refined for many years were completely destroyed. I only hope that the Holy Lord will give me a better reward in consideration of completing the mission.

After a moment, the independent space constructed by the formation began to fluctuate slightly, swaying and fading like a reflection in the water.

As the real and the imaginary interweave, the surrounding scenery quickly fades and reorganizes.

In a flash of light and shadow, the butterfly was teleported back to the sky above the surging sea where it had come from.

Below, Han Ce's body fell straight down like a puppet with its strings cut. With a dull bang, it landed on the hard sand below, splashing some sand and dust.

Until his death, his stiff fingers were still tightly grasping his natal spiritual weapon - the dimmed Book of Ten Thousand Formations.

Die didn't care about the fearful or hateful looks from the remaining human soldiers on the city wall below. In her eyes, they were nothing but insignificant ants.

She stood in mid-air and looked around, and found that the other two battlefields were still shrouded in the light of the formation, with violent fluctuations. It was obvious that the battle was not over yet.

"It seems I'm the first one." She curled her lips in boredom and sat down cross-legged in the void, as if there was an invisible cushion under her.

She stretched out her slender white fingers and began to trim her nails carefully, as if no one was around. She looked focused, as if she was not on a battlefield of life and death, but at her dressing table.

Since the formation had not been removed, she couldn't get out either, so she just waited.

On the sea, the dense army of demons became agitated because of the fallen corpse.

The corpses of powerful human beings in the Dust-Breaking Stage are supreme tonics for them, containing enormous energy.

Pairs of greedy eyes stared at Han Ce on the beach, making suppressed growls, and some even couldn't help but surge forward.

However, the huge light curtain of the formation that covered the entire battlefield blocked their way like a natural moat.

They could only wander anxiously in the sea, staring at the "big medicine" that was so close to them.

On the city wall, Lin Feng and Feng Yichen turned into two streams of light and rushed down at the moment Han Ce's body fell.

The two men looked sad. They carefully lifted Han Ce's cold body and quickly returned to the top of the city.

When this usually kind old man appeared in front of the soldiers in such a tragic way.

A suppressed sobbing sound was heard from the top of the city wall. Many soldiers had red eyes and silently wiped away the tears that fell involuntarily.

Lin Feng placed Han Ce's body properly, then suddenly looked up at the light curtain of the formation in the sky that was still emitting violent energy fluctuations from time to time, his eyes filled with bloodshot.

He gritted his teeth, and with all his strength, he smashed his calloused fists against the cold battlements of the city wall. The bricks and stones shattered, and blood instantly gushed from the tip of his fist.

A deep feeling of powerlessness wrapped around his heart like poison ivy.

After decades of practice, he considered himself a master, but now, even Hu Qing and Gu Yang, who were much younger than him, had stepped onto the battlefield that would decide the outcome of the battle.

However, he could only watch his predecessors die one by one and sacrifice their blood, just like in the mission that led to the destruction of the entire team.

And I...can't do anything, can't change anything!

His eyes swept around, at the soldiers who were wounded, with tears in their eyes, but still holding their weapons tightly and sticking to their posts.

Their sadness, their indomitable spirit, their despair and hope...all these emotions rushed into his mind like a torrent.

Suddenly, Lin Feng's body shook violently, and he stood still, as if he had turned into a stone sculpture.

All the sounds and sights from the outside world seemed to drift away from him, and his consciousness sank into an unprecedented emptiness and clarity.

The scenes of his training over the past few decades, the tragic scenes of his comrades’ sacrifice, the resilient faces of the soldiers before him, the bottomless powerlessness and the surging desire to protect him at this moment...

All kinds of insights were like rivers flowing into the sea, colliding and blending violently in his heart.

In mid-air, Die, who was trimming her nails out of boredom, seemed to sense something and raised her eyes in surprise, looking towards the city wall.

When she felt the aura of Lin Feng that was rapidly transforming and trying to break through some invisible barrier.

The corners of her rosy lips curled up in a cold arc, with a hint of surprise, and even more with a strong sense of disdain and mockery:

"Oh? Sharpening your sword before the battle, are you trying to break through Dust Break? Tsk tsk... Between life and death there are great terrors, but also great opportunities. The human race truly deserves to be blessed by the destiny of heaven and earth."

Her voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly in the sea breeze, with the indifference unique to foreigners, as if she was commenting on an interesting matter that had nothing to do with her.