Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 865 - 665: Annihilation + - 666: Light Feather_3

Chapter 865: Chapter 665: Annihilation + Chapter 666: Light Feather_3

"If you can withstand my Sky-splitting Slash, I won’t need to use my Divine Skills. Unfortunately, you can’t."

Not only did Zhou Ping’an slice apart the ridiculously resilient mechanical construct with a single slash, but the blade’s radiant sword light, infused with a massive Divine Thought, carried a murderous intent, sweeping through the air and shattering the Divine Soul that Luo Lin had imbued within the metallic surface into fragments.

Through the Heavenly Eye, he watched as the scattered specks of spirit-light dissipated into the night sky, his emotions remaining utterly unmoved.

These attacks were merely an appetizer.

Further away, near the Red House, a streak of white light sliced through the air. Midway, upon witnessing the scene unfolding here, it abruptly changed direction, howling away into the distance without looking back.

Zhou Ping’an merely cast a deep glance, recognizing the long-robed, bald-headed figure. He did not pursue.

His main objective in crossing the seas was not to slay countless foes, nor to completely suppress the Sky Hawk Alliance, and certainly not to irreparably tarnish his own reputation amidst the current circumstances.

To put it plainly, he was here to save someone.

And also to save the world.

From the very beginning, his target had solely been the Space Channel.

The Yin Yang Mirror seemed to have acknowledged him as its master.

As for this mess caused by the Yang Mirror’s traversing, Zhou Ping’an felt he had a responsibility to clean it up.

No remnants could be tolerated.

The battlefield grew deathly silent; not a single soldier dared to approach anymore.

From the center of Zhou Ping’an’s eyebrows, the Heavenly Eye emanated brilliant light, fixed intensely on the Void Channel, while the Nine Luminaries Nine Acupoints within his body vibrated in unison, and his hands grew markedly larger.

A surge of an overwhelmingly tyrannical aura suddenly erupted, causing nearby high rises to tremble, vehicles and crowds on the streets to sway, and casting an atmosphere of panic across a ten-li radius.

"Young one, do not make poor choices. Allow me to approach, and I shall crown you king."

Perhaps sensing the impending crisis.

From within the channel, a deep, roaring voice resonated.

It resembled a tiger’s thunderous growl and a dragon’s majestic chant.

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When that voice rang out, it felt as if even the world itself stirred with unease.

Triggering shifts in the Heavenly Phenomenon.

"Return to whence you came; you are not welcome here."

With a resounding laugh, Zhou Ping’an voiced his defiance.

Wasting no more time.

He swung his blade precipitously.

Boom...

A dozen surrounding palaces simultaneously collapsed, while the sword light flared like ten thousand rays of brilliance...

Infinite power coalesced into a blazing red sun, slashing into the channel.

"Fool!"

The roaring voice, now furious beyond measure.

The channel abruptly expanded with explosive speed, thrusting forth a massive, fur-covered, razor-sharp claw that tore through the air, reaching Zhou Ping’an in a heartbeat.

Zap...

A torrential downpour of golden blood rained from above.

A sharp, elongated claw fell to the ground.

The furry paw hastily withdrew amidst the outcry of an enraged roar.

A cascade of golden-red feathers drifted lightly to the earth.

Zhou Ping’an let out a muffled groan.

A deep imprint appeared on his chest; seven or eight bones snapped simultaneously, caving inward, and the claw-mark protruded prominently on his back, nearly impaling him on the spot. His body was flung backward more than fifty meters.

Using one foot to ground himself, he stood firmly once more. Within the depths of the Mirror Trace, waves of white light surged like the ocean.

The wound healed in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Ping’an exhaled a long stream of crimson blood mist, regaining his vitality. Swinging his gleaming blade, ready for battle again, his gaze caught the enchanting feathers hovering mid-air. The Void Channel was already slowly closing, dissolving into a dark scar.

On closer inspection, even the scar vanished without a trace, leaving behind no hint of Void Energy.

With this, the threat posed by the channel had been resolved.

"What a monstrosity—thank goodness the owner of that claw didn’t fully cross over. To attack from across an infinite expanse of the void and nearly pierce my resilient Star Spirit Body... What kind of Realm was that?"

Zhou Ping’an speculated, wondering if the creature might be the Vanguard Army Commander from the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range. But upon reflection, the roar seemed more akin to dragon-song than tiger-growl.

Moreover, these feathers.

With a slight sway of his figure, Zhou Ping’an retrieved one of the drifting feathers.

He observed its Golden Flame Flowing Light shimmering with countless intricate patterns. Just one glance seemed to reveal the secrets of space and the freedom of the wind...

"Such divine laws—the Two Phases of the Wind and Sky—make my shallow comprehension seem utterly insignificant."

After briefly examining it, Zhou Ping’an swiftly stored the feather away within his space.

He speculated that this seven-foot-long feather must belong to some kind of Divine Bird. If not the Divine Bird itself, then surely some bird carrying Divine Bird lineage.

Likely, it was using this feather to stabilize the Space Channel, establish its positioning, and attempt to silently traverse the void into this world.

Thankfully, he had arrived in time to thwart the plan.

What a close call.

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