Chapter Forty-Three: Outsmarting the Bridge Spirit

At present, the only option is a direct assault!

Wu Yun turned to Long Yi, who promptly drew the Scissor Dragon hidden within his body. It had been Wu Yun who forbade its use, and now it was Wu Yun who allowed it. With crisis looming, the Six-Talent Ancestral Dragon emerged sluggishly, swaying its massive form with languid indifference, rippling the very fabric of space—space itself struggled to contain it.

But in the next instant, the Six-Talent Ancestral Dragon howled in disbelief and anger, “You want me to die? That broken blade can cut me down!”

“Father, now is the time to bring glory to our clan!” Long Yi chanted softly. Compelled, the Six-Talent Ancestral Dragon moved forward, yet before it could attack the Bridge Spirit, the Ancient Yellow Broken Blade struck twice in succession!

What happens when such a formidable weapon strikes at the newly restored Hundred Rainbow Demon Scissors?

The Ancestral Dragon blocked twice, each blow ringing with a resonant clang. Afterward, massive notches appeared on every sharp edge of the scissors. Even a weapon of such power could not withstand the Ancient Yellow Broken Blade’s strike—especially...

“How is this possible? One strike, and it can’t even sever the rubbish of the Immortal Realm!” The Bridge Spirit finally showed panic. Old Bear snatched the moment, declaring, “Senior Wu Yun’s artifacts are not to be touched. That stone sphere he carries must be cursed!”

Indeed, when Wu Yun picked up that sphere, he immediately grasped its true contents; all else was merely illusion. The curse within was partly cast by Wu Yun, but mostly inherent to the eye itself.

Everything had been preordained—the Diviner of the Divine Realm was incomparably powerful!

Wu Yun shook his head, murmuring, “It seems I must change bodies and alter my fate—urgently. Oh, and the broken blade can still strike one more time. Are you certain after three final strikes, that’s its absolute limit?”

The Bridge Spirit was speechless, just as he began to scheme, Wu Yun continued, “It must strike three times. Otherwise, how can I subdue you and the broken blade?”

For the first time, a mocking smile appeared on Wu Yun’s face. Since being manipulated, he had seethed with anger. He must immediately change bodies and disrupt fate, or dire consequences would ensue!

If this dimension could divine his fate, then surely the overlords of other dimensions could as well.

He could never allow destiny to be controlled by others, or else there was only death.

The third strike made the Bridge Spirit hesitate. He looked at Wu Yun, who was waiting, though sweat trickled behind Wu Yun’s ear—did he not realize the Golden Bridge allowed three-dimensional observation?

Long Yi, too, had sweat dampening his ear, as did the Battle King. The Bridge Spirit laughed heartily, “Trying to trick me? The broken scissors have two sharp blades; the third strike, it simply cannot withstand. As for that wolf’s fang—it’s just a single tooth…”

Wu Yun wiped his sweat, and behind him, Battle King, Long Yi, and Old Bear were drenched, unable to contain themselves!

Faced with the Bridge Spirit’s suspicions, Wu Yun said nothing, choosing instead to prove his point with action. He had Long Yi once again summon the Hundred Rainbow Demon Scissors. The Six-Talent Ancestral Dragon leapt forth, roaring, “You want me dead, son? Even as a spirit, I don’t want to die now—I want to watch you die first!”

As the Ancestral Dragon leapt out, the scissors split in two and released spiritual energy; the Ancestral Dragon retreated, and the scissors returned to normal.

The Bridge Spirit laughed, shouting, “Come, come!”

Time could not be wasted—the broken blade’s restrictions were limited. Without evoking the third strike, how could he subdue it, how could he escape?

Wu Yun grew anxious, calling out, “Now is your moment—who will step forward and sacrifice themselves heroically?”

No sooner had he spoken than the Flood Eagle rushed forward, flapping its wings and colliding ahead—before it could pass Long Yi, Battle King stomped it to the ground.

At such a moment, the Flood Eagle’s charge was reckless; the Ancient Yellow Broken Blade could have wounded it without even striking. Yet Battle King’s actions made Old Bear and Long Yi step aside, clearing a path.

“It’s not that I want to go—I just didn’t want that foolish eagle to charge ahead!”

No matter how he tried to explain, his actions marked him as the one ready for sacrifice!

Battle King strode unevenly to face the Scissor Dragon. Before he could speak, Wu Yun sighed, “Go in peace. After so many miraculous experiences, even if you die, it’s worth it.”

“I…”

Battle King raised the Hundred Rainbow Demon Scissors, and no matter how the Six-Talent Ancestral Dragon screamed, it could not resist the wielder’s command.

Meanwhile, the Bridge Spirit grew frantic, casting spells at the struggling Lady in Red, the Black-Faced Elder, and the Scarlet Poison Dragon behind him. Yet, thanks to Wu Yun’s hidden schemes, these normally potent restrictions now showed cracks.

Lady in Red, wielding a fiery short sword, became one with her weapon, hurtling like a rainbow straight at Battle King. Yet, at the moment she pierced his skin, she hesitated; her momentum faltered, and the Golden Body’s protective aura rebounded her attack.

Long Yi’s Black-Faced Elder and the Scarlet Poison Dragon attacked Wu Yun together. The Elder threw a glowing boomerang, causing Wu Yun to duck in fright, but after attacking and returning, it missed its mark.

A hair’s breadth off—a thousand miles lost. Wu Yun escaped with dozens of tears in his hair and robe, but was never in mortal danger.

The Scarlet Poison Dragon was even stranger—it spat a spreading gray smoke ring at Long Yi; before it reached him, it vanished without a trace.

Even so, Long Yi dared not be careless; his dragon claws darkened and began to rot. Poison dragons—deadliest in group assaults!

The three attacked, but escaped unharmed. The Bridge Spirit was both anxious and furious—these artifact spirits were all friends and kin of the Golden Bridge Emperor Immortal, preserved for amusement with their consciousness intact.

Moreover, their restrictions were lethal, allowing life or death according to their will.

What he hadn’t expected was to fall victim to such a cursed state, neither living nor dead—even if it could be removed, it would take time.

“It’s not that you were careless, but you entered Qian Luo Space, which is under divinatory calculation. The wisdom of your Divine Realm elders—you, a minor god, cannot comprehend.” Wu Yun finished, and the Bridge Spirit froze, his mind vast enough to immediately understand. In the next moment, Battle King seized the opportunity, flung the Scissor Dragon, and amid the Six-Talent’s despairing howl, Long Yi’s reluctant gaze, and the Bridge Spirit’s inability to block, the Ancient Yellow Broken Blade struck its third blow.

The strongest cut!

As it swept forth, cracks blossomed across the blade’s surface—its spirit’s desperate effort to protect its master, striving to annihilate everything before it!

Wu Yun summoned the Nirvana Wolf Fang, Battle King spread his long legs in defense, Long Yi unleashed his natal dragon core, Old Bear activated protective qi and hid beside Battle King, while only the Little Worm, at the critical moment, displayed its focus-stage cultivation, spitting countless rainbow threads to envelop everyone.

Layer upon layer—Nirvana Wolf Fang at the front, piercing first; then the two halves of the Hundred Rainbow Demon Scissors; Battle King’s long immortal legs showed holes; the blade kept its momentum, breaking through Long Yi’s dragon core, sweeping past Old Bear’s chest, striking the Little Worm, its aftermath slashing the Flood Eagle, and finally grazing Liu Ruyan’s head!

Deathly silence!

All were pierced by that single blow!

Only the Bridge Spirit shouted and questioned the Ancient Yellow Broken Blade’s spirit—why was its power so feeble?

The blade’s aura plummeted; it could not even reply. Wu Yun, clutching his wound at the waist, managed with difficulty, “Had we not struck now, if we waited any longer, it wouldn’t even have the strength to injure us!”

Though gravely wounded, Wu Yun remained composed. Little Worm’s rainbow threads sealed their wounds, and the spreading blade injuries ceased, weakened by the Ancient Yellow Broken Blade’s exhaustion.