Chapter 1107: The Unyielding Human Spirit

Boom!

The Immortal World trembled, clouds surged, and rays of colorful light condensed the void like amber. The protective formation of the Su Nu Sect was triggered, seemingly pressed by some unknown object, and was about to fully activate.

“Go!”

Meng Qi’s heart was as clear as a mirror, untouched by worldly dust. Suppressing feelings of surprise, shock, regret, and worry, he activated Yuan Xin, transmitted his voice to Gao Lan, and shouted urgently.

If they didn’t leave now, they might never get another chance!

At that moment, an ancient and vast aura surged from the rear hall, instantly filling the heavens and earth. Statues of the Nine Heavens Xuan Nu across countless universes gently trembled, and the starry rivers on the dome lit up one by one, shining brilliantly downward.

Meng Qi felt as though he had been locked in an indescribable sense of decay. The slightest movement would bring disaster. He then saw the ancient coffin in front of the current Xuan Nu creak open. A slender, delicate jade hand extended out, its five white fingers curling into a fist. It slowly began to strike forward.

Was this the remains of the Nine Heavens Xuan Nu? Meng Qi’s vision was completely filled by this snow-white fist, brimming with immense power. It was everywhere, unavoidable and inescapable. At the same time, inverted starry rivers shone like grains of sand, layering upon each other. The mere pressure of this strike seemed capable of crushing all living beings here into mud.

Although the power of the remains could never match that of a great cultivator in their prime, it was still formidable. Just this seemingly ordinary punch made Meng Qi’s heart tremble, reminding him of the pressure he felt when facing a mountain collapsing upon him during his External Manifestation stage.

“Excellent!”

He roared with a thunderous voice that shook the hall. His right hand transformed into a purple lightning true dragon, exuding supreme yang, utmost strength, and absolute righteousness. His left hand, holding the Li Xian technique in a semi-circular arc, radiated restrained five-colored light, embodying yin’s softness and subtlety.

When golden winds and jade dews meet, they surpass all mortal joys. The collision of yin and yang formed a black-and-white Tai Chi, entwining head to tail.

Meng Qi opened his acupoints, revealing a vision of the Krtagyana Brahma Heaven. Above his head, the Yuan Shi’s Celebration Cloud descended, merging with it as he stepped into the Tai Chi.

“Excellent!”

The Tai Chi reversed, yin and yang unified, all things collapsed, and swords and blades transformed into a chaotic abyss, swallowing everything around—including that terrifying fist.

The void shattered, time became chaotic, all things ceased to exist, and the universe was consumed in chaos!

Bang!

The ancient walls and pillars of the Su Nu Sect, which had stood for countless years, were damaged by the aftershocks of the collision between sword and fist, forming deep, irreparable cracks. Then, the chaos dispersed like a rising tide.

As soon as Gao Lan saw the remains of the Nine Heavens Xuan Nu react violently, his previously dazed and grief-stricken expression suddenly cleared. Under Meng Qi’s urgent urging, he stepped forward and slashed with the Human Emperor Sword.

“What is fate? Humanity will never yield!”

“Yan Ran, wait for me to reach the other shore, reverse time, change the past, and bring you back to life!”

These two furious cries shattered stone and pierced clouds, cutting through the aftershocks. Gao Lan’s eyes regained their firmness, his unyielding spirit burning fiercely through his sorrow.

After waiting all these years, what was there to fear about waiting longer?

If they failed, he would perish and his Dao would vanish—what else was there to fear?

A faint golden light began to glow, stringing together like a river, illuminating the darkness. The light of humanity transformed into sword light, cutting into the undulating waves and accurately striking the snow-white fist.

With combined strength, the storm swept through the hall, forcefully pushing back the strike from the remains of the Nine Heavens Xuan Nu.

“Go!” Meng Qi seized the opportunity, stepped back, and instantly appeared outside the Su Nu Sect. From there, he could no longer grasp the connection and instead teleported to a safe location.

Gao Lan’s gaze turned calm and cold as ice, following closely behind without hesitation or delay.

At this moment, white clouds filled the midair, the void resembling amber, and the Su Nu Sect’s grand formation was nearly fully activated.

Meng Qi’s mind stirred. Around him appeared a meditating holy warrior, seated before a Buddha, ready to grasp the connection and teleport into this universe, thus escaping the Su Nu Immortal World. However, at that moment, a distant, elegant, yet emotionless voice echoed from the sky: “The two worlds are separated!”

Suddenly, the amber deepened. Meng Qi found himself unable to sense any connection to the outside world—whether the True World or other universes. His traces seemed to vanish from heaven and earth.

Was this the hidden power that had preserved the Su Nu Immortal World during the chaos of the Demon Buddha?

“Stay, honored guests!” The distant, pleasant voice sounded again.

Instantly, Meng Qi and Gao Lan felt as though they had sunk into invisible swamps, seized by unseen hands, unable to escape.

The Yuan Shi’s Celebration Cloud rose again, and chaotic light descended. Meng Qi used the Infinite Seal to break the bindings while raising his arm, transforming it into an ancient, weathered banner that merged with the Absolute Blade, striking forward fiercely.

The blade flashed, radiant beyond description, followed by a cataclysmic explosion that both annihilated and birthed anew. It utterly shattered the formless swamp.

Meanwhile, Gao Lan wielded humanity as the Dao, his golden sword held across his chest, embodying the ruler of this world as he cut through thorns and pressed forward with great difficulty.

However, the strange grand formation of the Su Nu Immortal World was terrifyingly powerful. Despite their full efforts, the two could only regain the speed of External Manifestation, still being dragged by the ever-reforming invisible hands.

At that moment, a distant, mechanical voice rang out:

“The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the Ultimate Destruction Sphere of Ten Thousand Worlds!”

The sea of white clouds suddenly split open, each rift revealing a boundless universe within. Stars were destroyed, galaxies overflowed, continuously overlapping to form a massive destruction sphere as large as the entire Su Nu Immortal World.

Even the faintest aura radiating from it made Meng Qi realize it was more terrifying than the Sha Wujing he had encountered before!

Darkness enveloped the sky. Meng Qi felt as though the end of the world had arrived. If this destruction sphere fell, he would surely perish. Moreover, with the separation between worlds, he might not even be able to revive by sacrificing a projection.

Suddenly, he sighed and held up a small green tree glowing with a faint cyan light!

As soon as the tree appeared, the entire Su Nu Immortal World trembled, as if it had suddenly gained life and awareness. Abandoning its attempt to form the Ultimate Destruction Sphere of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the amber-like void writhed like a stomach, hurriedly “spitting out” Meng Qi and Gao Lan from this world, its fear evident.

The Tree of Dao!

It specialized in consuming things of the Ninth Heaven, at least for now!

This was Meng Qi’s ultimate hidden card, the reason he had never feared entering the Su Nu Immortal World!

The scenery shifted before his eyes. Meng Qi found himself and Gao Lan standing in the middle of a vast ocean, treading the waves like dragon gods.

“Brother, come drink with me,” Gao Lan said, his gaze unmoving, hiding a thousand-year-old glacier within, speaking in an unusually calm tone.

Without hesitation, Meng Qi sheathed the Tree of Dao, the Absolute Blade, and the immortal sword, replying, “Alright!”

Inside the Su Nu Immortal World, within the ancient Su Nu Hall.

The current Xuan Nu’s physical body sat quietly before the ancient coffin, still elegant and beautiful, as if it still held life.

Creaking sounds echoed as the coffin opened. The remains of the Nine Heavens Xuan Nu slowly sat up, opened her eyes, and radiated spiritual energy mixed with confusion. She showed no sign of being a corpse, as if she had truly revived.

And her appearance was identical to that of Liuluo, the Xuan Nu Sect’s disciple!

Then, she softly murmured to herself: “The Tree of Dao?”