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...Qingxia?

The spider's mind was in turmoil. Reason told it that its judgment was correct, but emotion vehemently refuted it. It made no sense. Qingxia was a lustful demon created by the benevolent mother herself, a noble lineage even in the Supreme Immortal Realm, equivalent to a Grand Mage's beloved disciple in the Spiral Tower.

Her life essence is worlds apart from those ordinary beings; the inheritance of those in high positions has predetermined her development path. Qingxia cannot deviate from the Dao path, and turning to other paths is futile. No matter what means she uses to ascend to point 4, she will inevitably become a plague demon. But in her current appearance, she bears no resemblance to a lustful demon; she's practically an Allied warrior!

"This is... this is absurd," the spider whispered. "Little Qingxia, are you hiding your true nature... just to appear respectable in front of your beloved...? This way of living is so pathetic...!"

"It's too early to draw conclusions now." Qingxia clenched her fist. "I'm going in, Uncle Spider!"

(—This is the first time she's ever called me "uncle" in her life!)

The spider let out a small scream in his heart; the fallen being's familial attachment made his hands unconsciously rub together. Qingxia smiled slyly; this was undoubtedly a despicable psychological tactic by the Desire Demon Clan, a trap aimed at the enemy's weakness!

Fortunately, the limbed spider still had many arms. He simultaneously formed hand seals with his other arms, drawing upon the power of the Dark Moon to create a gravitational turbulence around him. This was the best way to deal with flying attacks. The Plague Demon's primary killing move was always those vicious viruses; to fight it, the poisonous tide had to be dispelled first.

However, Qingxia's wings remained still, and there was no sign of the virus being released. After speaking, she leaped forward with all her might, charging forward bare-handed. Gravitational turbulence tore at her body from multiple angles, a terrifying force capable of shredding a level 4 alien beast. But Qingxia's speed did not diminish in the slightest; shimmering high-energy blood flowed through the veins within her combat suit, releasing a powerful energy field to neutralize the gravitational attacks. In a flash, she was beside the limb spider, her spinning kick striking like a battle axe!

The back of her foot struck the limb spider's abdomen, and the Fallen One's plump body deformed like a wave due to the immense force. Qingxia's attack did not stop; she used the force of her kick to spin in place and kick again. Just as the first wave reached the limb spider's face, the second kick had already arrived.

Then came the third strike, the fourth strike... Her excessive speed caused afterimages to appear all around the limb spider, and more than twenty spinning kicks came in less than a hundredth of a second.

"Immortal Technique: Vajra Whirlwind!"

The spider was sent flying with a deafening roar, tumbling and crashing through stone fortresses as it flew from the city center, a forest of black stones, to the city's outskirts, a landscape of blood and bones, before finally slamming into the outer wall of the Corpse Demon City like a cannonball. The force of the kick radiated from his body, leaving ripples that branded themselves onto the city wall. The towering, thick outer wall was thus dented in two or three concentric craters, and nearly a quarter of the wall shattered in the explosion!

Fragments of the city's corpses flew everywhere, and spider-like creatures slid to the ground, vomiting large amounts of foul blood. He had no time to complain; his first instinct was to examine his body, inside and out, to prevent the demon's fire-mark poison from entering. But it found no trace of invasion, and even his ghostly body remained unaffected; only pain relentlessly throbbed within him.

Qingxia's methods were utterly incomprehensible. This attack lacked any special effects, yet possessed extremely high destructive power. Its simple structure made it difficult to counter. This was…

Pure physical attack!

The spider couldn't hold back any longer: "What kind of magic is this! It's just hitting people!!"

"The fighting style of the Myriad Transformations Immortal Clan is Immortal Art," Qingxia said, clapping her fists together. "Therefore, my moves are Immortal Art!"

"No, no, you unreasonable child...!" The spider lay prone on the ground. "I won't let you near me again. Demon Castle Rebirth!"

Black blood spilled from his fingertips, transforming into hundreds of streaks that merged into the Demon City. The terrain of the Nightmare City shifted dramatically as a result; the rooftops of buildings melted and fused together, forming pale yellow canopies reminiscent of fat. Walls of bones rose erratically from the ground, dividing the space around Qingxia into a complex labyrinth.

Qingxia leaped up, using her extraordinary jumping ability to reach the top of the bone wall. The maze walls were covered with traction mechanisms and claw-like bone spikes, but these tricks were easily crushed by Qingxia's bone armor. She rushed towards the other side of the city like a hurricane, the so-called terrain completely useless against the mobility of the Skywing. Seeing this, the Limb Spider raised its hand, and the layers of bone walls pieced together at its will, their massive mass twisting and turning as it moved, like a long white bone dragon churning in the earth.

Qingxia sprang to her feet, dodging the bone dragon's impact. Her combat suit's wrists inflated like balloons, and the Xiaolong Qingkun Spear emerged from the bone armor. She grabbed the spear and slammed it down, shattering the bone dragon in a single blow. Behind her, a series of black flashes appeared, and thousands of bloodshot eyes sprouted from the city's ceiling, their pupils shooting out rotten black blood spears. That was the Fallen's most proficient form of contamination attack. While the Plague Demon's toxin manipulated living beings with external will, the black blood could assimilate enemies directly into allies.

Thousands of blood-red spears hurtled towards Qingxia's back. The Spider Lid secretly braced itself, preparing to dodge every attack. Cheng Kongyi's speed was undeniably agile; such concentrated fire might not harm her. But he had another trap, and another trap after that. As long as he gradually gained control of the battle's rhythm, even the Plague Demon wouldn't be able to escape his demon city…

The spider suddenly clenched his fist, his vision engulfed by a blinding light. Thousands of black, blood-red spears shattered, and dazzling flames rose from the ground, reaching the dome and causing the eyeballs in the demon city to explode simultaneously!

The "cloak" behind the girl billowed, and her thin, almost transparent wings stretched wildly in the storm, scattering stardust-like red dust—the very force that had initially shattered the illusion. She flapped her wings, soaring, and a crimson flash instantly pierced the demon city. It wasn't the light, graceful dance of a moth; it was the charge of a knight on horseback, a relentless, ferocious charge. She shattered the traps scattered throughout the city in one fell swoop, and before the spider could even react, her bone-white fist had already slammed into his face.

The wrist guard on Qingxia's side opened, and four folding bone claws unfolded and pierced in with her fist. The exoskeleton on her back, previously used to assist in combat, became a hidden weapon on her wrist after the transformation. Red stardust surged in with the bone claws, colliding with her spirit and causing a powerful explosion within the Fallen One's body.

"Immortal Technique: Rising Flame Strike of Mighty Force!"

The spider was blasted high into the air, flames erupting from its back as nearly half its body was destroyed by the intense heat, turning into charred dust. Its limbs writhed like a lifeless insect, and a long thread shot from its half-destroyed mouth, clinging to the ceiling and suspending it. Waves of pain washed over it, causing the spider to let out a bloodcurdling scream. Black blood churned at its wounds, attempting to repair its body, but with little effect. Its immortality had failed; even Qingxia's immortal magic had hindered the power of the black blood.

What kind of technique is this...? Back then, Vansalal and Chongming were able to defeat him by instantly shattering his regeneration potential with a burst of power. But Qingxia is far from reaching their level... So, is it a special kind of flame? Simple positive energy infusion wouldn't have this effect, and besides, she's a Sky-Bearer, not a Pure Flame...

Burning Night at Chenjun Palace?

“I see… so that’s your ‘poison’…” the spider murmured. “Little Qingxia, you’re really insane… you’re the only lustful demon I know who… uses ‘poison’ on himself!”

The essence of those dazzling sparks is actually the scales scattered from the wings, or rather, the fragments of flesh separated by the super-fast regeneration ability.

From the strands of her hair to the scales, every part of the Plague Demon's body is filled with deadly poison. Even after Qingxia's transformation, her essence remains that of a Plague Demon. With only a 4-point particle, she was originally unable to escape the path set by Ronghua Xian. However, the "poison" she developed changed the way she operates.

Qingxia's toxins can promote the intense and rapid division of living cells, providing powerful bodily functions by significantly boosting metabolism. She consumes energy extremely efficiently in this way, causing the scales to turn into flames during high-speed combustion. However, this reckless burst is also a heavy burden on herself, and even with her stats at level 4, she cannot sustain it for long.

Therefore, she used the Qi of a Thousand Autumns.

Or rather, she incorporated the Qi of a thousand autumns as a "life mechanism" into her transformed self.

By consuming the toxins, she triggers a "Thousand Autumns of Qi," using her increased willpower to fuel the toxins. This internal cycle of "blood" and "qi" is thus achieved, allowing her to fight to the bitter end as long as her fighting spirit remains undiminished. Her enemies, however, lack this ability; the Fallen are a race that gains immortality through stillness. When the toxins invade their bodies, the putrid black blood is also activated, and the spider limbs, now active again, can no longer heal their wounds.

“Incomprehensible…” The spider swayed in mid-air. “Do you think you can escape the heretical path by using such self-deceptive methods? Do you think that by doing this, you will no longer be a lustful demon?”

“Race is predetermined, but the way of survival is always determined by oneself.” Qingxia clenched her fist. “Even if I grow poisonous wings, I will fight in my own way!”

Upon hearing this, the spider shook its head and let out a soft sigh.

"You're so foolish, Qingxia," the spider whispered. "After everything that's happened, you still think... there's no such thing as 'yourself' left in this world!!"

Chapter 244 Leaping Over the Whirlpool of Fate (Part 2)

Two dim lights emanated from the spider's tiny eyes, activating the illusion that manipulated the ghostly body through visual contact. Qingxia pressed her goggles, creating a barrier in front of her with her blood energy. Yet, she still saw all sorts of bizarre sights: greasy worms crawling out of the ground, strange beasts shaped like eyeballs wriggling in the ruins, and tiny black mice scurrying across the bricks and tiles, making rustling sounds.

This was no illusion; both smell and perception provided real feedback—it was a living being that truly existed here. The spider's gaze pierced the earth, awakening a lingering memory within a gigantic corpse. His illusion had become reality within the demon city!

Qingxia stomped her foot on the ground, the burning scales spreading freely, wiping out all the strange creatures around her. With swift, decisive action, she flew directly to the limbed spider, grabbing the plump messenger. However, all she saw was a pale face and lifeless, small eyes, with dried blood lines remaining on the spider's back, forming black lines that disappeared into the city.

Qingxia immediately understood the enemy's tactics. The spider's hind legs had been rendered immobile by the Rising Flame Strike, so it simply discarded its body, transferring its remaining form to its ghostly form using black blood as a medium. At that moment, black rats and swarms of insects rushed in, beginning to devour the spider's "corpse" along with it. The dense horde of beasts resembled moving waves, and within that sea of ​​death, a colossal, lifeless creature rose.

The Corpse Demon City dissolved and reshaped by the will of the fallen, forming a magnificent, mountain-like form. The biological memories slumbering beneath the earth endowed it with a new form, causing thick limbs to grow and tiny eyeballs to bulge out. Amidst the hideous, grotesque writhing of its limbs, the colossal mass of ten thousand bones transformed into a gigantic spider. That was precisely the appearance the Limb Spider should have possessed in life, the largest-scale divine magic the Limb Spider could wield after death.

Undead Body Animation: Divine Envoy Corpse Puppet Abyss Demon Spider!

The spider-like creature clung to the puppet's back, its limbs trembling with anguish. He was the last messenger to die; the majority of the matter in the Despair Wasteland originated from the remains of the former Holy Son of the Moon. Now, even his remaining memories from his previous life were being used in battle, to buy Vansalar a sliver of hope for victory…

It was unwilling, it resisted the fight, and it feared and hated the mage from the bottom of its heart. If it had a choice, it would have returned to the moon long ago. But it had no choice but to do so, because even if Vansalal died, it could not prolong its life. This was the only way for it to survive.

The Abyss Spider brandished its massive legs, furiously striking the area besieged by the beasts, like a child venting its rage. The spider, trembling, muttered to itself, "What do you know... what do you know..."

He thought of the past again, of that damned, dark night. He had always avoided battle and lived a life of seclusion, forgetting that there were so many others to choose from in the cradle, yet the old man had appeared before him.

"The little girl at the Spiral Tower made a wish, hoping we could help her put on a show," the old man said with a smile. "But if I go, the charade will become real. Little Spider, how about you go for me?"

"This is also a good thing for you. Acting will allow you to live longer than going to the battlefield."

Could he refuse? How dare he say "no" to the old man?! The benevolent old man had already made arrangements; whether you were a holy son or a son of a concubine, you could only obey. He went to the Empire, and it wasn't a charade at all; Vansalal really wanted to kill him. He begged for mercy, explaining his purpose, and managed to save his life from the demon king.

He survived and became the messenger of Vansalal. He had to do whatever the Demon King commanded. He didn't want to fight, but the Demon King forced him onto the battlefield. He didn't want to make enemies, so the Demon King made him fight the allies. During the great war, the Demon King finally died, but it was another madman who killed him. He could only fight Chongming. Chongming survived, and his next target was him, the Spider Lizard!

Finally, even he died, only to be resurrected in a nightmare. Now he must wholeheartedly help the Demon King again, dying time and time again just to survive. He absolutely cannot let the Demon King die; the Demon King holds his life in his hands…

His life!

"Once you become a heretic, you have no other choice. Even if you become a holy son, your life is still in the hands of the adults!"

The spider's eyes were bloodshot. It roared furiously at the self-righteous little girl, and at itself, forever unable to escape its fate: "What kind of self-worth do you have? You're forever powerless. What you do is all up to fate! Up to your fate!"

Amidst the surging waves of black rats and insect swarms, the burning life still struggled within the tides. The Abyss Spider clenched its fist and slammed it down, creating a bloody, mangled crater among its minions. Qingxia's struggle was not yet over; he could still sense the other's presence.

He simply summoned moonlight, creating a deep purple gravity sphere. The sphere fell into the swarm of rats, suppressing Qingxia's struggles. The limbed spider breathed heavily, preparing to cast another divine spell, his eyes filled with profound sorrow.

"Little Qingxia, I don't want to fight you. I pity you, I despise you!"

You were meant to live a happy life, committing evil, hunting, and even if you were ultimately killed by the Allies, you would have lived a carefree life. But you were ruined by Vansalal; you thought you could become a hero. You never considered that even if you truly escaped the Heavenly Prison, those outside would still see you as an outsider. You will strive, you will struggle, but you cannot erase your bloodline; that is your destiny, the fate you were born with.

You've become a hero because of the Demon King's whim. But if you were to encounter a loving mother one day, you would still be that lustful demon!

"—Then I will become stronger than my loving mother!"

Cracks appeared on the surface of the gravity sphere, with flickering light leaping across it like flames. The deep, dark sphere suddenly shattered, and sharp spearheads shot into the sky, carrying a repulsive force that carved a path to heaven. The immense power swirled and exploded, burning away any black rats that dared to approach, leaving a charred ring on the earth.

The girl with the gun soared through the air, her wings fully extended, scales flying up with her movements like stardust scattering in the sky. Those insignificant particles, which had burned up during the breakthrough, exploded now, turning into specks of bright light that illuminated her confident smile.

"If I am stronger than my loving mother, she will no longer be able to control me. If I am stronger than the original immortal, even the true form of the heretic will not be able to affect my actions."

Qingxia raised her hand, pointing high into the sky.

"I may fail, I may be shattered to pieces, but even in death, I will die on the path of fighting against fate!"

"—Then die, you stupid insect!"

The spider glared angrily, its gaze piercing through the thick clouds to the sky, drawing the moonlight into a dark veil that enveloped Qingxia. Qingxia pointed forward, and scales, following her command, rose in a vast, surging mass, colliding with the moonlight. A vibrant life force tore a bloody path through the moonlight, and Qingxia flapped her wings, flying towards the only exit.

She was greeted by the giant maw of the demonic spider, and a colorless "arrow" spat out from the belly of the corpse puppet. The arrow spiraled and twisted in the air, no longer possessing the magic to tear through space, but still retaining the power to pierce through clouds and split the earth.

Dark Moon Divine Art: Blood Piercing the Void.

That was the first skill Qingxia learned in the Demon King's Castle, and also her most proficient martial art. Suddenly, memories flashed through Qingxia's mind. How long ago it was, tiny insects scurried around the spider, watching the messenger reluctantly teach her skills, listening to him explain how to survive, how to hide. He told her never to anger the Demon King, to avoid battle as much as possible, and how to survive longer in this world of suffering…

A slight smile appeared on her lips. Then the smile vanished, replaced by a burning fighting spirit. She hurled the Qingkun Spear, using the exact same technique as her opponent. The tips of the two demonic spears collided in mid-air, and Qingxia's armor was instantly covered in cracks.

However, Qingxia didn't grip the gun again. She soared high into the air, reaching the highest point of the desolate wilderness. Then, she gathered her strength, unleashing a kick. Blazing scales enveloped her feet, forming a swirling vortex of burning air. A meteor-like kick descended from the sky, striking the hilt of the Qingkun Spear!

"Immortal Technique: Crimson Feather Jade Flower!"

The weapon's internal gravity, drawn by the willpower, began to rotate. As it spun, the Night Dragon Spear fused with its scales, resembling a fiercely burning crimson drill. That massive drill shattered the demonic spear, pierced the spider's skull, and, carrying a fleeting burst of intense heat, drilled into the abyssal spider's body, shooting out from behind and completely piercing it.

The life-burning toxins multiplied rapidly within the corpse puppet's body, and the Abyss Spider was instantly engulfed by the raging flames, resembling a blood-red epiphyllum blooming under the moon!

With her back to the flames, Qingxia plowed a scorching path through the ground. Her wings folded back, reverting to their cloak-like form. Such a powerful attack had temporarily drained her strength; only her most powerful, trump card could crush an enemy like the Limb Spider.

With her heightened senses after the transformation, she knew that a sliver of life still clung to the dying flame. She didn't turn around, but spoke softly.

“I think you’ve been forced to make many choices you didn’t want to make… But if you really didn’t want to, why didn’t you fight those who coerced you? Even if you die if you lose, at least you’ll have chosen death with your own will.”

Qingxia brushed aside her scorching hair, turned around and said, "Perhaps it's just like you said... what you do depends entirely on your own 'fate'?"

The corpses in the fire, which had been twitching slightly at first, suddenly turned to ash and vanished upon hearing these words. Qingxia closed her eyes slightly, turned around, and looked at the solitary, towering castle.

In the desolate wilderness, only the city stood alone. She knew her comrades were still fighting, or advancing wounded and battered. She clenched her hands and, in a moment of regaining her strength, uttered a sincere prayer.

"Come on! Don't lose!"

Operation Dawn, Battle Three. Kiyoka, the Para-limbed Spider.

The victor is clear of flaws.

Chapter 245 Time Flies By (Part 1)

At the heart of the Nightmare City, atop the Demon King's Castle.

Under the moonlight, the mist flowed silently, and shadows lingered on the back of the tower. There was no sound of wind or footsteps; everything seemed to stand still in the cool moonlight.

This is the no-man's-land at the very center of the battlefield...

Only by striking down the remaining dead land can one survive.

From the depths of the misty haze, an extremely thin white line emerged. The line swam as gracefully as a fish, forming a slowly spreading fan of light. When that fan touched the slanted black line, it burst open like a bubble being pricked by a needle, splitting into hundreds of barely visible arcs. These arcs of light swarmed in like a school of fish, causing the black line to tremble and elongate into a column. The opposing colors collided in the mist, a sharp shriek suddenly rang out, the mist exploded, and countless slashes erupted simultaneously, cleaving the tower into rubble.

A ruthless black blade slashed vertically, while a nimble white blade struck horizontally. The two blades clashed in mid-air, leaving behind a lingering cross-shaped slash mark.

Then footsteps finally sounded, and the blocked wind broke through. The twin blades clashed and separated instantly. The sword-wielding warriors stood on the rooftop, their faces illuminated by the distant explosions of lightning and flames. For the first 30 rounds of the duel, both were at their peak.

Comparable.

Neither side nor any party was harmed.

Then, the 31st round began. Qingye attacked first, and unlike Chu Hengkong's strategy of responding to each move, she launched a fierce and rapid sword attack. She started with a wide and sweeping slash, followed by an upward thrust to the lower body, a third thrust to the midsection, and finally a backhand slash to a vital point.

It was clear that the trajectory of each strike was precise. In the eyes of the seasoned Nightwalker, the girl's swordsmanship was far too immature. He struck first, his uppercut aimed at Qingye's wrist just before the attack. One strike was enough to sever her wrist, then disarm her and smoothly slash towards her throat—

Zheng!

The future he had been gazing upon was severed by a flash of light. The strike, which should have pierced the opening, collided head-on with Mian Sheng midway. The simulation was flawless; his sword path had been anticipated. Yet, the girl's sword speed was beyond comprehension. The slash exceeded expectations from the moment it struck—it was genuine, extreme speed, a slash as fast as light!

As Mian Sheng clashed, a dazzling light shone forth. Qing Ye's initial stance pressed down on Ye Xing's short sword, and she seized the opportunity to step forward, locking the sword's momentum with her inner energy. A shuriken, guided by a thin thread, flew out of the mist. Ye Xing dodged the hidden weapon by turning his head, simultaneously stepping on Mian Sheng's blade. He leaped up, drew his sword, and spun around, the rotating blade slashing towards Qing Ye's eyes.

Seeing this, Qingye fiercely slashed at the ground, the Mian Sheng cutting through it in a crescent-shaped arc. She vanished the instant she struck, reappearing at the tip of the crescent that swept across the battlefield. From her high vantage point, she spun around and slashed again, the perfectly synchronized strike aimed at Yexing's back.

Wuxiang Nixin Liu · Fengzhan.

Nightwalker halted midway, using the hilt of his sword to parry Qingye's spinning slash. Qingye cautiously leaped, preventing the enemy from disarming her with one hand. She used her rear hand to create distance, then pushed off the ground and charged forward again. Without pausing or observing, the next sword strike arrived with equal speed. A swing. A swing. A swing. Since the enemy's swordsmanship was superior, she gave them no time to think. She used every opportunity to exploit her advantages, compensating for any shortcomings in swordsmanship with speed.

He moved with stillness, only drawing his sword when absolutely necessary. His strikes were like a dark, towering tree, standing unmoved amidst the storm of sword arcs. Qingye's sword was indeed swift, reaching a level far surpassing his previous speed without even using the Thousand Nights Instant Star technique. Merely ascending to point 3 wouldn't fundamentally transform his swordsmanship; its secret must lie in the "technique" Qingye had developed.

The "Secret Soul" of the Path of Broken Heart, a variant of the Path of Unity, is the "Heart of the Rising Sun." While the Sinful Bone seals shadows into the bones, the Secret Soul is an elemental "technique" woven into the heart. This is also an extreme form of self-mutilation; those with Broken Hearts fuse themselves with the elements in this way to create their own unique Broken Heart Techniques.

The most common secret soul techniques are often constructed around the three elements of water, fire, and dust, resulting in a single yet powerful effect. A few exceptionally talented individuals choose to mix multiple elements to create complex, almost magical techniques. Those fortunate enough to inherit the bloodline of their elders and cross the first abyss at birth may possess techniques centered around wind, thunder, rainbows, or even the void. However, Qingye's situation does not fall into any of these categories. Although she comes from a prestigious family, she has not inherited the favor of her elders, and her mastery of other elements is not particularly refined.

Nightwalker asserts that her Soul-Secret Technique utilizes only pure "light." Achieving extreme speed through partial elementalization seems like the most common build among low-level Soul Remnants. However, the core of the technique is not that simple; it's a method he's more familiar with…

As Ye Xing retreated, sheathed his sword, and two reverse blades flew out, slashing towards Qing Ye's sides in a V-shape. Qing Ye countered with a flat slash, drawing a horizontal line to meet the attack. The greater force of the reverse blades caused them to pierce through the glowing arc of the sword, but the direction of the strikes was strangely "offset," grazing past Qing Ye like light refracted in the air.

Qingye weaved through the pincer attack, thrusting his blade towards Yexing. Yexing suddenly roared, his aura shaking the air like a cannonball. He kicked out at Qingye's ankle, breaking his balance, then drew his sword and punched Qingye's wrist from below. Miansheng was thrown from his grasp and sent flying. Yexing slid his knee and spun his blade, the gleam of the blade transforming into a sharp horn in Qingye's eyes.

There was no way to avoid it, no way to dodge it; a single opening in its path meant the difference between life and death. The jet-black dagger magnified infinitely in his pupils… and then vanished!

She vanished from the desperate situation, reappearing behind Ye Xing, stepping into the fading arc of light from the blade! It was Qing Ye's initial strike, the faint light about to dissipate. Qing Ye leaped up, grabbed Mian Sheng, and slashed down with all her might, while Ye Xing sidestepped and raised her blade sharply upwards. The black and white blades clashed once more, their opposing forces suddenly overflowing, forming cones of light and shadow.

“It’s not just elementalization.” Nightwalker pressed the blade down forcefully. “You affected time when you struck… Your secret soul is a technique that uses light to interfere with time.”

"As expected of Mr. Nightwalker, you discovered it so quickly." Qingye laughed. "This is the same technique as yours. It was passed down from your generation and the patriarch's generation—the Time Transference Technique!"