The Blade-Wielding Legend

The warhorse beneath him had long succumbed to the plague and fright.

He was covered in snow mud, his face as ashen as the dead, his breath thin as a whisper, with only the faintest rise and fall of his chest proving he was still alive.

Having exhausted all his spirit and blood, and endured the erosion of the Plague God along with the impact of that final terrifying force, he fell into the deepest coma.

The Hook Paper lay silently on his chest, the gap that once connected to the void of the Dharma Realm had vanished, the surface seemingly darker and deeper than before.

The wind and snow quickly covered most of his body.

The border line, the frozen Yalu River, lay silently less than a mile ahead.

......

Cold snowflakes scratched his face, bringing a subtle stinging sensation.

Li Yan suddenly opened his eyes, his vision first blurred, then focused on the lead-gray sky.

Snowflakes swirled down, silently accumulating on him.

He tried to move slightly, a heavy sensation of weakness immediately surged from his limbs, the joints throbbed with aching softness, his head felt as if filled with lead, swollen and painful, his temples throbbed incessantly.

Am I still alive? This thought rose sluggishly.

He instinctively activated the Daluo Dharma Body.

This time, the cold plague poison, which had been like a maggot gnawing at his inner organs and eroding his will, vanished.

The inner organs that had long been tainted by the plague poison quickly recovered, leaving only pure fatigue from exhaustion.

The power of the Dharma Body flowed slowly through his meridians, like a dried-up riverbed infused with fresh spring water.

Although weak, it brought a clear warmth, and his consciousness quickly became clear.

He propped himself up with his arm, struggling to sit up from the snow pit.

Spattered snow flakes slid off his robes.

Glancing around, the wind and snow remained the same, and the vast snowy plain lay in dead silence, with only the whistling wind.

His gaze swept across not far away, where the Japanese Samurai, once possessed by the Goryeo Plague God, oozing yellow-green pus, was now frozen into a rigid clump of ice, his twisted face still frozen in a grimace of death.

The Plague God... along with the deadly yellow-green mist, disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Fragments of memory surged in his mind: the bone-chilling cold and burning pain when engulfed by the poisonous mist, the blurred consciousness and sense of falling, the final moment of pouring all mental and blood energy into the Hook Paper desperately... and then a complete darkness and Chaos.

What happened? Where is the Plague God?

Li Yan’s gaze fell on his chest.

The cold Hook Paper lay silently there.

He immediately grasped it in his hand.

The feeling in his hand... seemed heavier than before, the touch more profound, like holding a piece of cold iron from deep underground.

Without hesitation, he immediately sank his mind into the Hook Paper.

In the instant consciousness delved in, Li Yan trembled violently, his face instantly covered with astonishment!

Inside the Hook Paper, the place previously opened by the accident with Yin Changsheng Jade Pendant, connecting to the unknown Daluo Law Realm void, now looked entirely different!

It was no longer the dangerous fissure as if leading to endless void, its emitted aura had fundamentally changed.

A kind of... indescribable, cold yet containing a certain strange "order", seemed to have forcibly affected that fissure.

Li Yan cautiously split a strand of consciousness, carefully approaching to investigate.

The sight before him made him gasp!

The fissure had been forcibly opened inward by this mysterious force!

As if an invisible giant hand had brutally carved out a tiny, inward-leaning nook on the sheer cliff with only a thread of sky!

This nook was incredibly small, like a mustard seed containing Mount Meru, yet it indeed existed in that vast, dead, and perilous Dharma Realm void.

It was no longer a simple passage, more like a fixed foothold forcibly created in the void!

What made his heart pound even faster was that in this forcibly opened tiny nook, strands, filaments of pure energy began streaming out through the fissure, permeating outward!

That was... pure to the extreme, utterly pristine Gang Qi and Sha Qi!

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