Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1799 Purple Sea Reflects My Shadow

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Then, with each change of space, each leap of courage, she even saw five branching vines.

Finally, the breaking and rebuilding occurred once again, far more intense than ever before, as if it had transcended the barriers of time and space.

When the dizziness subsided, Xiaoyi found herself in a vast and boundless sea of ​​purple clouds.

The sky was a deep purple, and beneath my feet were swirling purple clouds.

There were no sun, moon, or stars, only pure, rich, and all-encompassing primordial purple energy permeating the heavens and earth.

This space is purer, and also more vast, desolate, and ancient.

Just as she was deeply shaken, a clear and powerful call, originating from the deepest part of her soul, pierced through the depths of the sea of ​​clouds!

The call carried an irresistible sense of intimacy, yet also contained supreme majesty.

In this strange purple aura space, she discovered that she could still fly, even faster, and her body would move forward as if she were teleporting.

Without hesitation, she followed the direction of the call, transforming into a bolt of purple lightning that tore through the purple clouds, and sped away!

Time has lost its meaning here.

She flew for an unknown amount of time, perhaps a moment, perhaps eternity.

Finally, at the edge of the horizon, where the purple aura was most concentrated, an existence that defies description slowly revealed its outline.

It was a colossal Dharma image that stood tall and vast!

Its entire body was radiating a divine light of blue and white, its form blurred yet clearly imprinted with the supreme laws of Yin and Yang, life, nature (the Five Elements), destiny, time and space, and reincarnation.

It is ancient and vast, exuding the primordial aura of the beginning of time. Its mere existence is enough to make all things prostrate and to freeze time and space.

Standing quietly above the purple clouds, it seems to have existed since time immemorial, yet it also seems to have just been born.

Shao Siming!
He!
Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

This is the source of her heritage, the divine essence residing in the deepest part of her soul nest.

Just as the sheer size and majesty of the image almost suffocated her, her gaze suddenly fixed on the area below the image, near the base.

There, surrounded by vast divine light and surging purple mist, sat a figure sitting quietly cross-legged.

Her smooth purple hair cascaded down, adorned with a delicate diamond-shaped pendant. A veil concealed her face, and she wore a familiar purple-black outer garment over a moon-white long-sleeved floral dress. Her legs were encased in knee-high black stockings…

herself?!

Xiao Yi's figure slowly descended, gracefully stopping in front of the "self" who was sitting cross-legged.

Two women, almost identical in appearance, attire, and aura, stood silently facing each other across this short distance.

One aura fluctuated slightly, carrying the scrutiny and vigilance of someone who had traversed layers of space; the other aura was deep and restrained, as if it had merged with the vast Dharma image behind it, exuding an inhuman, divine indifference, a silence originating from the ancient wilderness.

The feeling of being imprisoned in a vast world of vines and trees, the unseen guidance of willows on the water, the probing and disorientation in a magnificent sea of ​​qi, the long call to traverse the purple clouds and mist...

The strange experiences she had encountered along the way, and the inescapable sense of constraint, flashed rapidly through the real "Xiao Yi's" mind, ultimately converging into a clear direction. Her amethyst-like eyes narrowed slightly, and her clear, cold voice resounded distinctly in the silent purple aura space shrouded in the vast majesty of the Dharma image:

"Was it you who did this?"

The moment the words fell.

The eyelashes of "she," who was sitting cross-legged, which had been tightly closed, seemed to tremble very, very slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the right hand, which was casually resting on its knee, naturally and quietly closed and pressed its index, middle, and thumb together, while the other two fingers were extended—clearly forming an orchid finger gesture with perfect posture and a mysterious rhythm!

This posture is clearly one of the most basic yet core starting stances in her own martial soul finger technique system.

This "self" sleeping beneath the Dharma image not only possesses her appearance, but also seems to have mastered her techniques!
Just as the orchid finger was formed—

hum!
An invisible ripple suddenly spread outwards from the seated "Xiao Yi".

Xiao Yi felt a blur before her eyes, and the vast purple clouds and the towering blue-white Dharma image around her instantly became blurred and distorted.

The intense spatial tearing sensation struck again, even more forcefully than when she leaped into the vine-covered spot, jumped into the water, and threw herself into the vortex.

This time, she didn't even have time to react; her consciousness was as if it had been gripped and dragged away by an invisible giant hand.

The scene before my eyes spun wildly, collapsed, and shattered.

She had previously experienced numerous fragments of her sea of ​​consciousness, which flickered wildly and uncertainly at the edge of her rapidly fading consciousness.

She was forcibly dragged away from this area.

"Don't think about it!"

Xiao Yi thought to herself with a cold sneer, her fighting instincts instantly overpowering the dizziness and tearing sensation brought on by the spatial shift.

Her will solidified like a rock, and the divine nature inherited from "Shao Siming" deep within her consciousness was suddenly activated.

Although the Upper Soul Nest remains tightly closed and unable to communicate with external forces, its divine majesty, rooted in the very essence of the soul, cannot be desecrated.

"Certainly!"

She issued a silent decree from the depths of her soul.

Her gaze sharpened as she forcefully stabilized her collapsing mental projection, resisting the powerful force that threatened to expel her from this "source land."

The excruciating pain of the space being torn apart came from the unimaginably powerful repulsive force of "her" beneath the Dharma Image, as if the entire sea of ​​consciousness was expelling her, this "outsider."

However, Xiao Yi clenched her teeth and frantically activated her soul power (or rather, the power of her consciousness itself) to fight against that force.

She stared intently at the "self" who still maintained the orchid finger gesture. In her eyes, that gesture was no longer just a posture, but more like a talisman to activate, a key to close a sealed door.

The powerful repulsive force was like a raging tide, wave after wave crashing against her will.

She could feel her connection to this core area being forcibly severed and stripped away, and the edges of her consciousness were beginning to become blurred and transparent.

It felt as if they were about to be completely ejected from this space at any moment, or even thrown back into the outermost, broken space, to experience that endless leaping and getting lost once again.

Just as Xiao Yi's consciousness projection was about to be completely pushed out of the boundary of the Purple Cloud Sea—

Deep within her sea of ​​consciousness, the giant vine tree rooted in the fragrant, pure land of the first realm, and the willow tree on the watery islet of the second realm, suddenly burst forth with unprecedented brilliance.

A surge of vitality, ripples in time and space, a dazzling vortex, and even the unique aura contained within the other five vines... all resonated together in that moment when they were on the verge of "desperation"!
(End of this chapter)