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The next moment, the black mist condensed into countless strange shapes.

They rushed over at an unnatural speed, their movements incredibly fast, reaching the edge of the light shield in the blink of an eye.

Instead of blindly crashing into things like the tentacles, they all stopped and opened their mouths.

Its mouth had no teeth, only a bottomless blackness, and a low hum emanated from deep within its throat.

The buzzing sound seemed to resonate with something, and the golden light shield around Wang Long began to tremble violently.

"Young master, be careful, this is some kind of psychological attack!"

Ye Niannu's eyes darkened slightly. She twirled her longsword, the tip drawing an arc in the air and leaving a thin, hair-like, icy blue trail.

The terrifying spiritual power of the Supreme Realm surged within her body as she attempted to draw upon the energy of heaven and earth to infuse that sword strike.

But he found himself as if he had plunged into a stagnant pool; the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that should have obeyed his commands was now like a clay ox sinking into the sea, offering no response whatsoever.

The strongest manifestation of the Supreme Realm is the ability to freely draw upon the power of heaven and earth for one's own use.

Gain the power to destroy the world!

Her movements paused for a moment.

"The natural energy of this place is locked up."

Ye Niannu's face was somewhat unpleasant, and her voice deepened, but her hands did not slow down. Her long sword drew a tight arc in front of her, forcing the figures back half a step.

"I can't get any leverage!"

In other words, every bit of spiritual power Ye Niannu uses reduces the amount available in her body.

It cannot be replenished in this world.

Fortunately, Wang Long had brought hundreds of millions of spirit stones with him; otherwise, once the spiritual energy was exhausted, the two of them would have been lambs to the slaughter!

Wang Long frowned slightly upon hearing this, but remained calm.

He refused to believe that the black mist was continuously generated and that it had to be completely eradicated in order to save the village.

"Sword, come!"

Wang Long roared, and the whole world trembled violently.

The righteous energy between heaven and earth seemed to have found a source of resonance, and the thin but pure golden literary energy that was originally floating in the air gathered towards him from all directions.

This world may be isolated from spiritual energy, but it cannot prevent the generation of literary energy.

Dozens of translucent golden swords condensed around Wang Long, their tips pointing forward, humming incessantly.

"cut!"

Wang Long raised his finger and waved it lightly.

Dozens of longswords imbued with literary energy burst forth from the sky and then rapidly spread outwards.

One begets two, two begets three, and in the blink of an eye, a golden rainstorm forms, precisely sweeping past those strange figures rushing towards them.

The moment they were pierced, they froze abruptly, and from the point where the sword light pierced them, they peeled away inch by inch like ashes, turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated under the blood-red moonlight.

The longsword, its momentum undiminished, plunged once more into the churning black wheat field. Wherever it passed, the black mist melted away in patches, like boiling water meeting snow.

But the black tentacles continued to emerge from those cracks.

"My lord!"

Ye Niannu flipped over and landed beside Wang Long, holding her long sword horizontally in front of her, her eyes blazing.

"Let's join forces and sever that root cause completely!"

Wang Long nodded emphatically.

His aura completely changed at that moment. His originally gentle and restrained golden aura suddenly surged, like the rising sun, illuminating half of the field.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly bent, palm facing the sky. Golden literary energy rapidly condensed and compressed in his palm, emitting a crisp buzzing sound.

He murmured aloud.

"Heaven and earth possess righteous energy, which manifests in various forms."

"Below are rivers and mountains, above are the sun and stars."

"In people, it is called 'vast and righteous,' which fills the vast sky."

The recitation of poems generated more literary energy, which was continuously poured into Wang Long's body, making his aura increasingly rich and prosperous!

"Righteousness Technique: Ten Thousand Swords Return to One"

All the swords of literary energy that were still suspended in mid-air changed direction at the same time, converging towards his palm like rivers flowing into the sea, one after another disappearing into the rotating golden sphere of light.

The light grew brighter and brighter, until even the soil beneath his feet began to crack.

Ye Niannu also moved at the same moment.

She bit her fingertip, and a drop of her blood fell onto the sword. The surface of the spirit sword immediately lit up with a layer of crimson-gold light.

Ye Niannu gripped the sword with both hands, and spiritual energy burst forth from her body as if burning.

The two of them took action at the same time.

The golden pillar of literary energy intertwined with the crimson-gold sword light, like a giant blade that spanned the heavens and the earth, slashing straight at the widest crack in the center of the wheat field.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the black tentacles crumbled and vanished in pieces, like crushed twigs, and the surrounding wheat fields turned from black back to withered yellow in that instant.

A low hiss came from the depths of the crack, as if something had been severely injured and was struggling unwillingly.

But the beam of light did not stop; it pierced through the entire wheat field, carving out a furrow several meters wide and bottomless.

The soil at the edge of the ravine was charred black, and the remaining righteous energy was still hissing, completely burning away the last few wisps of black mist that were trying to regroup.

The fields fell silent.

All the eerie figures had vanished, the black tentacles turned into ashes, and the cracks slowly closed, as if something had blocked them from the ground.

The wheat field returned to silence, still withered, but no longer shrouded in that chilling black mist.

Wang Long slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and the golden light in his palm receded into his body.

Ye Niannu also sheathed her longsword, slightly out of breath, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

"Without the support of the power of heaven and earth, this sword strike will suffer considerable damage."

She said it softly, but her tone was somewhat lighthearted.

"However, your righteous spirit is indeed very useful."

Just now.

The sun rises behind the eastern ridgeline, its rays filtering through the thin clouds and falling on the rooftops and fields of Peach Blossom Spring.

"From the time the blood moon rose until now, it has been no more than three hours."

Ye Niannu looked at the suddenly rising sun, feeling quite puzzled.

"But we fought for at least half an hour just now. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be dawning so soon."

Wang Long stood beside her, his gaze sweeping across the now tranquil fields.

In the morning light, the wheat field in front of me had returned to its original state as it had been yesterday, without any trace of the battle.

In the blink of an eye, all traces were erased.

It's like a game being wiped out.

Wang Long increasingly felt that something was wrong; it seemed that the problem wasn't as easy to solve as they had imagined!

"Time here might be different from outside."

Wang Long looked at Ye Niannu and said in a deep voice.

"Or rather, the time we perceive and the actual time in this place are two different things."

He turned around and looked back at the way he had come.

The bluestone at the village entrance still stands, and the three ancient characters "Peach Blossom Spring" gleam gently in the morning light.

"Let's go back to the village first and see how the villagers are doing. Maybe we can get some information out of them when they wake up."

Suddenly, the sky darkened again.

Another annular solar eclipse occurred, but the two were not teleported out.

"Solar annular eclipse..."

Ye Niannu's voice was a little tense. She raised her hand to shield her forehead and squinted at the sky.

There was indeed a very thin shadow around the edge of the sun, as if something had gently bitten off a small piece of it.

Wang Long also looked up.

A total solar eclipse comes and goes quickly, lasting only a few breaths in total.

If neither of them had a memory problem, they would have thought it was just their imagination.