Chapter 749: Chapter 749: Scroll Woman
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An ancient, aged scroll slowly emerged from one of Fang Lin’s Nine Palace Bags.
The Xuan Emperor’s pupils constricted, his eyes locked onto the ancient scroll. Although he did not know what it was, he had a very ominous feeling about it.
“Hm?” Not only the Xuan Emperor, but everyone else also saw the slowly emerging ancient scroll.
The expressions of Dugu Fenglei and the Lord of the Western Town, Lu Feng, changed. Some of the older, stronger people present also shifted uncomfortably, sensing an extraordinary and indescribable terror emanating from it.
“What is that?” someone asked. The appearance of the scroll was disconcertingly bizarre — and it seemed to belong to Fang Lin.
The Xuan Emperor was uneasy. Despite not knowing what was strange about the scroll, in order to prevent unexpected complications, he immediately tried to suppress it.
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Just when the Xuan Emperor moved to act, an invisible pressure spread out from the scroll, enveloping everything around.
At this moment, the Xuan Emperor’s figure froze, as if he was suspended in the sky. On the ground, everyone present was immobilized like the emperor, as though a terrifying force had fettered them all.
The strangest thing was that even though none of them could move, their minds were exceptionally clear. They could see and hear but could not move, not even a finger.
This sensation filled everyone with unprecedented horror. What kind of formidable power could, in a blink, restrain everyone present — including the Xuan Emperor and the Lord of the Western Town — making it impossible for them to resist in any way?
Even within Xuan City, the common citizens and martial artists seemed to be frozen as well, each preserving their actions from the previous moment.
The entire Xuan City, as well as a thousand miles around it, had become eerily sinister.
All living beings had fallen into stillness, even the colourful clouds above the heavens had ceased to float.
There was only one word that could describe what was happening in this moment — silence.
It was as if the world had fallen into silence, time was at a standstill, and the passing of years had ceased.
Fang Lin’s disintegrating body also stopped. Each drop of blood, each piece of flesh, every inch of bone, all were frozen high in the sky.
Only the ancient spear and the blood-red longsword, two divine weapons, were still flashing with light, but even they had fallen into stillness.
The only exception was the ancient scroll. Unaffected in the frozen world, it slowly emerged and opened.
The moment the scroll opened, the Xuan Emperor, and everyone else, saw what was inside.
It was a woman, holding a paper umbrella, revealing only her silhouette from the back.
It was merely a shadow, yet so beautiful it seemed celestial, stirring the souls of the viewers and making it difficult for them to stay calm.
No one could describe the woman in the painting. Even though only her figure was shown, it was already so enchanting. If her facial features were shown, how stunning would that be?
Perhaps the reason only her silhouette was painted was because the artist was unable to perfectly capture her features, hence only her back was depicted, letting people’s imaginations run wild.
Looking at the painting, especially the silhouette of the woman, the Xuan Emperor found himself in a trance without even realizing it.
“Something is wrong!” The Xuan Emperor, a formidable figure, sensed danger and immediately came to his senses, his forehead suddenly covered in cold sweat.
He wanted to activate his Spirit Eye to release the bindings on himself, but found, to his horror, that he couldn’t even activate it. It was as if this force had restricted all his abilities.
Under countless astonished gazes, a slim and graceful hand reached out from inside the scroll.
This hand was soft and boneless, fair and delicate, like a lotus emerging out of water.
However, the appearance of this hand made the Xuan Emperor’s heart pound, evident fear appearing in his eyes.
A hand stretching out from a painting — what a horrifying sight.
Especially now, with everyone mysteriously immobilized and unable to move, and faced with such an eerie scene, it was truly unnerving.
Following the emergence of the hand, a delicate female figure stepped out from the scroll.
She was a woman, dressed in a white gown, immaculately clean, tall and slender, holding a white paper fan.
At first glance, she appeared as a charming and cheerful maiden, but a closer look revealed that she was extraordinary yet delicate, a spirit imposing like an unsheathed sword.
Such temperament, on an apparently delicate woman, was indeed surreal.
Upon the woman’s emergence, it was as if the world had lost its color. All of nature’s spiritual energy was absorbed into her body in an instant.
The Xuan Emperor was horrified. He was a powerful ruler who governed Xuan Country and had traveled the Upper Three Countries. Despite his wide experiences, he had never seen such a fearsome individual.
Even without taking any action, her omnipresent aura was intimidating enough to leave the Xuan Emperor breathless.
“Unparalleled powerhouse!!!” The Xuan Emperor’s heart roared, disbelief washing over him. He had killed Fang Lin, only for such a fearsome figure to emerge from the scroll.
The woman in the white dress glanced at the Xuan Emperor. Her eyes showed no emotions, almost as if she was looking at a corpse.
Such scorn, such a superior gaze, was like a true dragon looking at the ants crawling on the ground.
When facing Fang Lin, the Xuan Emperor always looked at him with those eyes. But now, those same eyes were looking back at him.
The woman in the white dress then turned her gaze to the people below, her eyes filled with contempt. In fact, it was not mere contempt, she was outright ignoring them.
Finally, she turned to the sky, to the frozen pile of blood and flesh. Her eyes suddenly overflowed with boundless fury.
“Dare to harm my son!!!” A roar erupted from the woman in white, the sky thundering in response, the earth cracked, and the entirety of Xuan City shook.
Spurt!
The Xuan Emperor couldn’t withstand the pressure and spat out a mouthful of blood. It was as if he had suffered a heavy blow, and his aura quickly diminished.
The next moment, the lady in the white dress made her move. She reached out and gently touched the frozen mass of Fang Lin’s blood and flesh.
Suddenly, chunks of flesh and blood rapidly merged, not a single drop was lost, all gathered back together.
A dead person, a body that had disintegrated, was now, under the touch of the lady in the white dress, rapidly reassembling.
This technique was so magnificent that it could be described as divine.
At least to everyone present, their minds were blown — such a technique was beyond their comprehension.