A flicker of fear flashed in the Reflective Path Saint’s eyes, but he knew that words were useless now. Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji would never spare him.
Moreover, the Reflective Path Saint was more aware than anyone that he had to act swiftly. Otherwise, he would surely be at a disadvantage. Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji possessed five or six primordial treasures between them, while he had none. How could he compete with them? Beyond that, they had a Creation Saint friend. If that friend arrived, he wouldn’t even have a chance to fight.
With this in mind, the Reflective Path Saint wasted no more words. The two eyes on his forehead suddenly opened, and two black threads shot out from them.
As these black threads emerged, they quickly split into four, then eight, and then sixteen.
In the blink of an eye, the space was filled with black threads, which even halted the descending cosmic mill. These black threads formed an entirely new rule-based space.
Neither Lan Xiaobu nor Mo Wuji had anticipated that the Reflective Path Saint’s forehead eyes had such a function. They knew he had four eyes, but they had never heard of his forehead eyes possessing divine techniques. The law of these black threads was close to the Dark Law but was definitely not it. Both Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji were certain they had never encountered it before.
“Pfft!” A streak of blood shot from Lan Xiaobu’s chest. He immediately realised he had been ambushed. The black threads had silently pierced his domain and struck him.
Seeing Lan Xiaobu ambushed and the cosmic mill blocked by the Reflective Path Saint’s eerie black threads, Mo Wuji didn’t hesitate to activate the Wheel of Time.
The black threads grew denser, and for the Reflective Path Saint, the surrounding space became increasingly manageable. He was elated, knowing that in just a few breaths, he could break free from the cosmic mill’s spatial lock and escape. Moreover, it seemed he had overestimated Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji. If he didn’t flee and instead used his Reflective Path Execution Threads, could he kill these two? But he dismissed the thought—after all, they had a Creation Saint friend. If that friend arrived, he might not even have a chance to escape.
Just as the Reflective Path Saint thought this, he saw a faint halo crash into his mass of black threads. The halo carried a vast aura of time, mingled with an extreme law of life and death.
In that moment, time ceased, and the ages reversed. Life and death were starkly divided—one side life, the other death, with no room for compromise.
His Reflective Path Execution Threads rapidly disintegrated, melting like snow under a blazing sun.
This was bad—the Wheel of Time, a primordial treasure. He had to flee now. The Reflective Path Saint burned his lifespan, desperately trying to break out of the space.
But without the black threads’ restraint, the cosmic mill’s aura, capable of grinding away all universal rules, swept over again. The domain the Reflective Path Saint had just extended was obliterated. Not only that, but the blood essence he burned and his Great Path laws were completely erased in that moment.
Lan Xiaobu spat out a stream of black blood and, without hesitation, threw a punch. He hadn’t expected the Reflective Path Saint’s black threads to have such a terrifying ambush ability, catching him off guard. The threads were also laced with poison, drastically reducing his strength.
Before Lan Xiaobu’s punch could land, the Reflective Path Saint was caught by Mo Wuji’s Wheel of Time. His body was torn in two by the Wheel of Life and Death.
The Reflective Path Saint’s torn body quickly fused back together, but the deathly aura from the Wheel of Life and Death had fully enveloped him. Even though his body had recovered, the deathly aura continued to erode his vitality.
Despair flickered in the Reflective Path Saint’s heart, and a crazed glint appeared in his eyes. He drew a twisted grey sword and swung it at Mo Wuji.
Mo Wuji, charging towards the Reflective Path Saint, hadn’t expected that his Wheel of Life and Death wouldn’t finish the old man off.
“Crack!” With just one swing, Mo Wuji’s Mortal Domain was torn apart. Feeling the deathly sword intent locking onto him, Mo Wuji’s figure darted through space. He was certain that if he stopped, the grey sword would grind him to pieces.
Pfft! A burst of blood exploded as one of Mo Wuji’s arms fell.
But Mo Wuji breathed a sigh of relief. He had escaped the grey sword’s law, avoiding greater harm.
Only then did Lan Xiaobu’s punch land on the Reflective Path Saint’s body. But the Reflective Path Saint didn’t dodge, knowing that even without the punch, his vitality had been stripped away by the Wheel of Life and Death’s law. Death was only a matter of time, so why bother dodging?
“I truly regret it,” the Reflective Path Saint said before his body shattered into a mass of blood and flesh. His laws began to collapse, and countless shattered law fragments fell from the void.
“This old thing was formidable,” Lan Xiaobu spat out another stream of black blood, unable to hold back his comment.
Mo Wuji had already reattached his severed arm. Though he had lost an arm, his injuries were lighter than Lan Xiaobu’s.
“Do you know what he meant by regretting?” Mo Wuji asked, his tone heavy.
“Probably regretting not going all out before?” Lan Xiaobu replied. With the Reflective Path Saint’s strength, if he had acted fully when they killed the Immortal Saint, they wouldn’t have had a chance to succeed.
Mo Wuji nodded, “Exactly. These guys are always scheming against each other. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have escaped. Back in the City of Eternal Life, the Reflective Path Saint and the Thunder Saint watched us kill the Immortal Saint. They had the ability to stop us but didn’t act in time.”
The two fell silent. They had killed the Heaven and Earth Saint and the Immortal Saint, and truthfully, they had grown a bit arrogant, thinking the Creation Saints of the Land of Eternal Life were no big deal. But in reality, without their primordial treasures, today’s ambush on the Reflective Path Saint might have been a joke.
In other words, if they had tried to ambush all three Creation Saints and the trio had actually shown up, the outcome would have been unpredictable. Fortunately, the three didn’t come, giving them the chance to ambush the Reflective Path Saint.
“Cough, cough!” Lan Xiaobu coughed several times, spitting out more black blood. “This guy’s black threads were incredible. What were they?”
Mo Wuji said gravely, “If I’m not mistaken, the Reflective Path Saint was likely a demon cultivator—a spider spirit, in common terms. Those black threads were laced with poison. Need my help?”
Lan Xiaobu shook his head, “I know, I’m already detoxifying. Let’s go. Killing the Reflective Path Saint has put my mind at ease. Otherwise, I always had a sense of unease.”
…
After Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji left the Guanyun dojo, the Land of Eternal Life once again saw countless shattered rules fall, accompanied by a sorrowful law aura. Everyone knew another Eternal Life Saint had fallen.
All stood stunned, gazing at the misty sky, feeling the falling shattered law aura. In that moment, silence prevailed.
Weren’t Creation Saints supposed to be eternal? Yet in a short time, three had fallen in the Land of Eternal Life. Did pursuing the Creation Saint realm still hold meaning?
At the same time, the Eternal Life Saint paused, looking at the falling law fragments in the void and sensing the sorrowful aura of a Creation Saint’s fall. He remained silent.
He knew the Reflective Path Saint had fallen. Previously, Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji had planned to ambush him, but the Heavenly Mechanism Saint had exposed them. This time, thinking Mo Wuji was gravely injured and unlikely to set an ambush, they were wrong. Against all expectations, Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji ambushed the Reflective Path Saint again—and succeeded.
This showed that Mo Wuji’s severe injury was likely a ruse. If that woman hadn’t intervened, the three of them might have chased after Mo Wuji and Lan Xiaobu.
The resilience and cunning of these two were unlike anything he, Qin Tang, had ever seen. And now, they had teamed up under their pursuit, making them truly terrifying.
It was clear that the next target for Mo Wuji and Lan Xiaobu would be either him or the Thunder Saint, Qin Tang. Qin Tang took a deep breath. He didn’t want to face an ambush from them. To avoid it, he could only leave the Land of Eternal Life.
The Eternal Life Saint sighed deeply. He had already planned to leave, so why not now? Knowing there was a fourth step, there was no reason to stay in the Land of Eternal Life.
Not only the Eternal Life Saint, but the Thunder Saint also sensed the Reflective Path Saint’s fall. Without half a moment’s hesitation, he didn’t even bother returning to his dojo. He summoned his thunder ship and fled.
In his view, the next target for Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji’s ambush would be him, Fan Tianlun. If he didn’t leave now, would he stay and wait for death?
