My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1303: Chapter 716: Yi’s Ascension (Double-Length) (Part 2)

"Interesting."

Xu Qi gently uttered three words, with a faint, almost imperceptible smile at the corners of his lips,

"Ming Venerable, I wonder which one you’re planning to fight..."

The rain had unknowingly ceased, and the mountain wind swept through the forest, carrying an indescribable chill.

......

Chen Yi slowly turned his head back.

In that moment, it seemed as though he heard someone calling him.

Then he heard a voice slowly uttering "interesting."

His eyes narrowed slightly, no longer paying attention to the distant commotion, he raised his hand, feeling the light flowing over him like a stream.

Indeed, it was quite interesting.

In the past, when he roamed the Jianghu, he mostly fought with knives and swords, straightforward confrontations, and the mysterious techniques like spells were merely optional support. To this day, as a Taoist, he doesn’t even know how to draw a Thunder Talisman and for that, he still had to rely on Yin Weiyin’s help.

Perhaps he naturally prefers the solid, down-to-earth feeling of a Martial Artist.

Splitting mountains with a single sword strike, feeling each punch land with solid impact, even if bloodied, was undoubtedly exhilarating.

And along the way, among all the women he entangled with, which one wasn’t accomplished in Martial Arts? Min Ning, Qin Qingluo, Zhu E, Yin Tingxue who served as the Demon Sect Saintess, Consort Dong, even Zhou Yitang and Lu Ying, who were Taoists, prioritized Sword Dao. Only Yin Weiyin, that clueless Taichua Goddess, was more practiced in Cloud Mountain’s enigmatic magic.

However, at this moment, feeling the force of light, so different from the inner strength of Martial Arts, yet more primordial and vast, flowing through him, Chen Yi’s state of mind was unexpectedly peaceful.

He slowly clenched his fist, and the flowing light obediently gathered between his fingers.

He suddenly understood what a mage’s romance was.

"So this is it..."

The path of the Martial Artist seeks strength from the outside, tempering the body, honing the will, wandering the world like a traveler, without a fixed abode, whereas what he felt at this moment seemed to be that he himself was the world, and even... the world existed because of him.

Causing chaos in the world, or saving the populace, it all seemed to hinge on a single thought.

As if everything was within his grasp...

Once empowered, one would naturally have grand ambitions, Chen Yi’s eyes turned golden, this previously petty-minded man, at this moment, exceptionally exhibited a sovereign presence as if he could embrace all the beauties of the world...

The thought flashed by,

Before Chen Yi could even mock himself, his train of thought was once again interrupted by a roar.

He extended his hand, steadying the unstable form of Yin Tingxue, her figure drifted into Chen Yi’s presence, her size unchanged but suddenly seemed as small as a mustard seed, resting in the palm of Chen Yi’s hand.

Yin Tingxue didn’t know how to describe this strange sensation, she merely looked up dazedly at Chen Yi.

He was... the Ming Venerable...

Chen Yi lightly chuckled, "To be honest, I really don’t know what you’re worried about, Little Fox, even if you’re false, I can think you’re real."

The slowly recovering Yin Tingxue, although constantly unable to make sense of it, subconsciously thought, he was still so annoying...

This slightly intimate tone, even if it was a heartfelt voice, she couldn’t tell which Yin Tingxue he was talking to.

The surrounding light grew ever more intense, like the daylight sky slowly closing in, Chen Yi sheltered Yin Tingxue in his palm, glanced aside at the stupid girl flitting like a kite with a broken string by the temple’s edge, flicked a halo of light her way.

Wish granted.

Donggong Ruoshu suddenly fell from mid-air landing on her backside, she rubbed it in pain, feeling the full firm sensation at her fingertips, she paused.

Was she alive?

Before she could think further, she saw the distant roar once again shaking the heavens and earth.

The black tide surged like ink, rolling with the fury of a stormy sea rushing forth.

Chen Yi’s gaze penetrated the barrier of space, landing directly on the approaching Resentment Demon Master.

Previously shapeless, now clearly sketched in his eyes, no longer nebulous ignorance but manifesting near solid outlines, like a massive whale swimming in the ignorant deep sea, where even the light emanating around Chen Yi was distorted, consumed.

It was surrounded by countless faces of suffering and fragmented ignorant images, its eyes lacked pupils, only rolling grey-white, gazing indifferently at the sole light source in this world of ignorance.

Chen Yi slowly raised his hand, the light flowing around him responded, no longer gently flowing, but boiled, surging from his body, initially like streams, rapidly growing into a vast sea of fire, ultimately transforming into a magnificent golden tide sweeping through the heavens and earth, crashing against the all-consuming dark tide.

There was no sound, yet seemingly filled with the primal booming of the universe’s creation.

At the junction of light and dark, space itself wailed, distorted, where the fire reached, darkness melted like snow, as the dark tide surged, the sea of fire was temporarily submerged.

After a long while, the dark tide and the sea of fire finally separated, in the collision zone, as if everything had been purged, empty and extinct.

In the grey-white eyes of the Resentment Demon Master, there seemed to flash a hint of provoked agitation.

Its massive shadow churned violently, more darkness was drawn from the depths of the World of Ignorance, transforming into millions of twisted, shrieking resentful thunderbolts, like a dance of demons, roughly appearing in varying sizes, like a pitch-black Thunder Pool crashing headlong towards Chen Yi.

Chen Yi stood motionless, golden color intensified in his eyes.

With a slight thought, the infinite sea of fire around him shifted in form, conjuring countless sword shadows.

"Disperse."

He lightly uttered a word.

A myriad of swords unleashed as one!