Quest for the Heavenly Abyss

Chapter 7, Nine Heavenly Que, Second Blade Killing

The clouds of the second heaven were soaked with blood, and the 100,000 immortal swords hung upside down into a prison. As soon as Ye Mo stepped up the steps, a blood-stained star-chasing sword pierced through his chest - it was the must-kill skill of middle-aged Ye Mo when he was furious, "Ten Thousand Swords Pierce Heart". His symbiotic spiritual root suddenly became hot, and green mist gushed out of the seeds of the locust tree, transforming the killing intent of the sword body into the aroma of locust flowers.

"This is... your thirty-seven-year-old Killing Nian." Ling Xian'er's voice was trembling. Her daoist robe was soaked with blood rain, and there was a deadly sword that Ye Mo blocked for her in her heart. "In this timeline, I died at the moment when the blood sacrifice formation started."

The clouds tore apart, revealing the reflection of middle-aged Ye Mo: three hundred and sixty-five life soul cords were wrapped around his white hair, and the head of the Immortal Sect was hanging on each of them. His left eye was the Nine Nether Fires, his right eye was the frozen time, his feet were stepping on the ruins of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and he was holding Ling Xian'er's gradually cold corpse in his arms.

"Why don't you hide?" The middle-aged Ye Mo's voice was like a rusty sword, "You clearly know that as long as you kill her, you can cut off the cause and effect of the blood sacrifice formation." As he raised his hand, the 100,000 Immortal Swords turned to Ling Xianer at the same time, and the blood dripping from the tip of the sword wrote in the void: "You killed her".

Ye Mo's symbiotic spiritual root suddenly split into three branches, pointing to three time cracks:

Crack A: Young Ye Mo first met Ling Xianer in the Sword Tomb, and she taught him to use a sword to cut the candied locust flower

Crack B: Middle-aged Ye Mo kneels in front of Ling Xianer's grave and carves a million words of "I'm sorry" with the sky-killing sword

Crack C: The old Ye Mo was sleeping with the seeds of the locust tree in his arms, and the fragrance of the locust flower on her robe was in his dreams. "So I never put it down." Ye Mo whispered. His time spiritual root began to grow backwards, changing back to his thirty-seven-year-old appearance, and the star-chasing sword on his chest suddenly bloomed green shoots - it was the symbiotic spiritual root repairing the killing intention.

Ling Xian'er suddenly bit her fingertip and dripped the blood from her heart on the sword: "Look clearly, Ye Mo!" The blood bead seeped into the sword body, revealing her dying memory: when she was sacrificed by blood, she deliberately triggered the Nine Nether Fires, in order to make Ye Mo wake up time backwards.

"Stupid!" Yemo's tears fell on the hilt of the sword. "You knew you would die, so why..."

"Because I believe..." Ling Xian'er's phantom smiled in the rain of blood, "that Ye Mo who would water the old locust tree will never let hatred take root." She suddenly took out her Immortal Slaying Sword and pierced her sword heart into the middle-aged Ye Mo's soul cord, "Now, kill me, or save us."

The ten thousand immortal swords suddenly turned around, and the tip of the sword was all aimed at the middle-aged Ye Mo. Ye Mo's symbiotic spiritual root burst out with dazzling green light, and the seeds of the locust tree broke through the soil and grew into a giant tree covering the entire sky. There were 36,000 locust flower lanterns hanging on the crown, and each lantern was sealed with the killing intention of the middle-aged Ye Mo.

"Do you still remember being in the Sword Tomb?" Ling Xian'er's voice came from the lantern, "You said that my sword heart is too cold and needs to be dipped in some human fireworks." Her phantom plucked a locust flower and inserted it into Ye Mo's temples, "Now, it's time for your killing thoughts to bloom."

The middle-aged Ye Mo's 100,000-life soul cord suddenly broke, and each head turned into a locust flower and dissipated. He knelt under the locust tree with Ling Xianer's corpse in his arms, but the corpse turned into a locust tree seedling in the green light. Ye Mo trembled and implanted the seedling into the symbiotic spiritual root, and the seedling instantly grew into a small tree two people tall, with the trunk engraved: "Ye Mo and Ling Xianer's Tree".

"It turns out that the end of the killing thought is to let go." Ye Mo stroked the trunk and found that the red thread of cause and effect from that year was embedded in the bark - it was the one Ling Xianer secretly tied to his cuff. A large number of memory fragments suddenly gushed out of the time crack, and he saw himself repeating the same sentence in different timelines: "I want to protect her, even if it is the enemy of the Tao of Heaven."

At this moment, the devil god's sneer came from the depths of the sky: "Are you moved? But her magic cultivation physique is destined to be your calamity." The clouds exploded, revealing Ling Xianer's hidden secret - her back was covered with devil scales, which was a blood contract signed voluntarily three years ago to save Ye Mo.

The middle-aged Ye Mo's phantom suddenly grabbed Ling Xianer's neck, "You already knew that you were the array eye of the Blood Sacrifice Array, why didn't you say so?" His Netherworld Fire burned Ling Xianer crazily, but when it touched the scales, it was absorbed and transformed into healing green flames.

Ye Mo's Time Spiritual Root suddenly split into Yin-Yang Pisces, which bit the Demon God's scales and turned it into a life magic treasure, Huai Demon Scale. Ling Xianer's magic cultivation physique began to transform, the scales fell off, revealing the lines of the locust tree, and her sword heart finally grew warm - it was the mortal heart that Ye Mo exchanged for her with symbiotic spirit roots.

"Now, make a choice." Two blood-red options appeared on the altar of Tianque: [Option A: s***h all the killing thoughts]: Permanently seal the Nine Netherworld Fires and become a pure time cultivator [Option B: Refining magic scales]: Fusion magic cultivation physique, obtain the ability of "human-demon symbiosis" [Hidden option C: Awaken the locust tree]: Resurrect Ling Xian'er with the fragments of the mother's divine soul, at the cost of losing time. Looking back at Ling Xian'er, Ye Mo's daoist robe was covered with locust flowers, and for the first time, there was fear in her eyes - not afraid of death, but afraid that Ye Mo would give up everything for her again. He suddenly laughed, inserted the sky-killing sword into the altar, and awakened the two swords at the same time:

"I choose... let the killing mind bloom and let the magic scales take root."

The giant tree of the locust tree suddenly exploded, and all the locust flowers turned into green sword qi. Ye Mo's symbiotic spirit root absorbed the magic scales, and the pattern of locust flower patterns and magic patterns intertwined appeared under the skin. He swung his two swords to cut through the long river of time and rescued Ling Xianer's soul trapped in the blood sacrifice formation.

"Welcome back." Ye Mo caught the falling Ling Xianer, her chest still had the fatal sword of the year, but the wound opened with locust flowers. The phantom of middle-aged Ye Mo dissipated in the sea of flowers, and before his death, he refined the Life Soul Cord into the Origin Sword Spike, which was tied with Ye Mo's young red rope.

The steps of Tianque suddenly collapsed, revealing the entrance to the third heaven. Ye Mo looked down at his palm, the locust tree with symbiotic spiritual roots was blooming, and each petal was engraved with Ling Xianer's name. He suddenly understood that the trial of the ninth heaven is not to defeat the past self, but to learn to coexist with regret.

"Next stop, it's time to face the loneliness of old age." Ling Xianer touched the nicks on the tree trunk and suddenly found that there were fragments of her mother's diary hidden in the growth rings of the locust tree. "So your mother... has been waiting for you to bring her home."

Ye Mo clenched her hand and walked towards the third heaven. In the clouds at the entrance, the back of the elderly Ye Mo sitting alone in the Temple of Time appeared. He was surrounded by locust tree seeds of different timelines, and each seed was sleeping with a Ling Xianer.