Chapter 1132: The Ganges Frozen Ghost, Shocking Silent Saint

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo!"

The Han Tian Zhi You, standing in the void, suddenly drew its full body of black ghost energy back, unfolding a pair of massive black wings on its back, even larger than its ten-zhang-long body.

These wings were like those of a bat, pure black, a stark contrast to the pure white of the Han Tian Zhi You itself.

Han Ye had completely unleashed his ghost beast form, feeling the surge of uncontrolled power within him. He could no longer suppress the smile on his face, letting out a wild, piercing laugh.

It had been so long since he had fully controlled his own power that he could barely remember when… Although this power was only temporary in his current state, he needed to find a host body quickly.

But during this time, he was invincible!

"Since you know my past, you should also understand my true strength. So, how can you not willingly submit and bow to me?" Han Ye's black eyes fixed on Rao Yao Yao.

As he spoke, his wings gently flapped, unleashing the might of a half-saint that enveloped the sky.

With a deafening boom, the massive torture instruments in Bu She Ting shattered and crashed under the ice.

All the nodes maintaining the seals were crushed by the terrifying pressure, giving that evil cultivator Chen Nan Yu no chance to form a sealing array.

At the same time, nearly ninety-nine percent of the pressure from this peak half-saint bore down on Rao Yao Yao alone.

Han Ye knew that after failing a sneak attack once, everyone would be on guard.

Right now, this sword immortal was his most crucial opponent; Ye Xiao and Chen Tan could wait. As long as she was alive, he couldn't launch a sneak attack on the other two.

"Crack, crack—"

Ice crystals formed on Rao Yao Yao's body, and her exposed skin turned deathly pale in the extreme cold, soon cracking and bleeding.

But she didn't move.

She just held her sword lightly, angled slightly in front of her chest, while her left hand's two fingers slowly traced along the blade, inch by inch, without any disruption, as if lost in thought.

"Speak!"

This blatant disregard clearly enraged Han Ye.

The massive beast roared in the air, its black wings flapping to stir up a storm of icy wind that howled through the hall. "Boom, boom, boom..."

Tables and chairs were toppled, pillars cracked.

Even the torture instruments designed for half-saints were battered by the icy windstorm, shattering into pieces as they were thrown around.

"This is too strong!"

Such destructive force forced Xu Xiao Shou to stand up and use his spiritual energy to protect himself, constantly jumping and shifting to avoid it.

If he sat still for another moment, he'd turn into an ice sculpture.

After Han Ye unleashed his ghost beast form, he hadn't even fully exerted his power. Just the pressure of a half-saint was affecting everyone present.

Rao Yao Yao remained completely still.

When her fingers reached the end of the Xuan Cang Shen Jian's blade, with a soft "thud," everyone saw a drop of red blood fall from the sword.

"Roar!"

Following a resounding dragon roar, an illusory golden dragon of destiny soared into the sky, shattering the frost everywhere and carrying Rao Yao Yao upward, rushing straight into the clouds to confront the Han Tian Zhi You on equal footing.

Half of the frost was repelled.

With the golden dragon of destiny emerging, even the power of a half-saint was cut off; Han Ye could no longer influence Bu She Ting.

He couldn't affect Rao Yao Yao, nor could he reach Ye Xiao and Chen Tan, who were protected behind her.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo..."

Seeing this, Han Ye laughed maniacally, his wings vibrating lightly as the void buzzed and cracked. "You mere ants, relying on the edge of the Xuan Cang Shen Jian to challenge a half-saint? Do you even know how to write the word 'death'?"

Without waiting for a response, the Han Tian Zhi You leaped up again.

The towering dome of Bu She Ting, high enough to accommodate giants, was already in the clouds, but with this jump, Han Ye curled his wings around his body for protection, smashing the dome into pieces.

And that wasn't the end— at the highest point, his wings suddenly unfurled.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The entire palace dome was instantly flipped by the violent frost currents.

Under the power of a half-saint, everything shattered.

The massive explosion seemed to trigger Bu She Ting's core power.

Yet, before any protective arrays could fully form, faint lights flickering, Han Ye's eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth to exhale a surging, tidal wave of starry cold light.

"Heng He!"

In that instant, time seemed frozen.

Xu Xiao Shou watched as the dome at the peak of the sky and the space shattered; even the spatial fragments, which he wouldn't dare approach lightly, were obediently drawn by Han Ye, releasing vast amounts of starry light that cascaded down.

This starry light poured like a waterfall, rushing from some unknown black hole in the sky, crossing all physical barriers of the mortal world, and flowing into the endless abyss below.

Its length and width were immeasurable, vast and hazy, like stars or mist.

Xu Xiao Shou couldn't comprehend this technique.

He didn't feel any immediate danger; even as the starry light passed through him, nothing seemed amiss.

But the next second, a pure light flashed in his mind, and he suddenly realized.

Spiritual awakening!

His status bar jumped:

"Under sneak attack, passive value +1."

"Under threat, passive value +1."

"Under attack, passive value +1."

Almost simultaneously, Xu Xiao Shou nearly blurted out "Disappearing Technique," but sensing Ye Xiao and Rao Yao Yao, he held back the impulse.

"Immovable Ming Wang!"

As a faint golden light bloomed around Xu Xiao Shou, high in the nine heavens, the Han Tian Zhi You's front claws grasped forward. "Thorough!"

The world suddenly fell silent.

Sounds vanished from his ears.

His mind was filled with what seemed like a swarm of a million flies buzzing chaotically.

It wasn't just noise; it was a piercing pain, as if his thoughts were violently torn apart and reassembled into chaos, feeding back unbearable suffering.

Xu Xiao Shou was sent flying backward.

He knew he was probably screaming with his mouth wide open, but he couldn't hear his own voice.

In the blurry, red-tinted, spinning world before his eyes, he saw a blue-white Heng He stretching from the black hole in the nine heavens, piercing through half of Bu She Ting, freezing Rao Yao Yao in the center, and extending straight to the depths of the abyss... no, an ice river!

After the world spun another full circle, Xu Xiao Shou glimpsed the outer edges of this ice-blue Heng He, where his own lower body was also frozen.

"I..."

Xu Xiao Shou finally understood.

He had been shattered by the freeze; his upper body was now flying through the air, and the blurry red world was due to blood from his eye sockets.

He reached out to wipe the blood from his eyes, only to find he had no hands.

His perception showed that the Heng He had frozen his lower body, and the explosive force from the condensed ice had shattered his upper body.

During the flight, his body was further affected by the fringes of the Heng He, freezing his hands and turning his torso into ice inch by inch.

"You idiot!"

"You're damn stupid beyond saving!"

"A half-saint's full strike, and you dare not disappear but choose Immovable Ming Wang instead?"

"Did you really think your tested Immovable Ming Wang could withstand what you thought was a half-saint's attack, so you could use it against a true veteran half-saint's all-out assault?"

"They were targeting Rao Yao Yao!"

"Your tests only barely blocked half-saint power, but what level is Han Ye at? Have you lost your mind, or am I the one who can't wield the knife?"

In the Yuan Fu world, a figure identical to Xu Xiao Shou raged wildly, while Tan Shen cowered nearby, focusing intently on pretending to refine pills.

But he saw his master yelling while running toward the Shen Nong Medicine Garden, muttering nonstop:

"Really gone mad— is hiding your identity more important than your life? How could you make such a basic mistake at a critical moment?"

"Well, it's not entirely your fault... blame Jiang Bu Yi, that old fool got played by you completely; and blame Mei Yi Ren, he Zhan Sheng so easily, giving you the illusion that half-saints aren't invincible."

"Don't be afraid, I'll pick medicine right now to save you. Sacred healing medicine can save you."

"You're just caught in the crossfire; you won't die. Your body will recover in moments, thanks to all your passive skills."

"Worst case, one Rebirth Pill will bring you back from the dead, though you'll have to endure a bit of the pain from your severed limbs..."

Tan Shen watched as his master suddenly froze in place, as if frozen solid.

The next instant, he shuddered violently, clutching his chest and gasping for breath. The rage from before vanished, leaving his face pale, as if he'd been scared to death once over.

"Meow," Tan Shen finally dared to approach and ask.

Xu Xiao Shou hugged his own cat tightly and took a deep breath, then held it up and said solemnly, "Remember, I swear from now on, my life comes first. I can't underestimate anyone in the world. If I fail at this, you hit me— wake me up!"

"Meow," Tan Shen raised its paw.

Xu Xiao Shou thought for a moment, then chuckled, "But this time, I discovered another benefit of the second true body."

"Besides bringing me pain when it dies, it doesn't affect me otherwise. It's like an independent existence that can even buffer and endure pain for me."

"It's just suffered a bit; oh well, I'll make it up to it later!"

Rushing to the Shen Nong Medicine Garden, Xu Xiao Shou wanted to pull out sacred medicine.

But thinking it over, besides the pain, after being caught in this battle, his second true body wouldn't die beyond what's meant for him to endure.

Han Ye wasn't targeting him, only Rao Yao Yao.

This near-fatal blow was purely "gods fighting, mortals suffering."

As Xu Xiao Shou pondered, he decided not to pull the sacred medicine and instead found the "Minor Rebirth Pills" he'd refined in his free time, secretly sending one out.

Bu She Ting was completely pierced by the descending ice-blue Heng He.

The sudden explosive force of the starry light turning to ice not only forced Xu Xiao Shou, the flesh-seat king, to use his second true body to transfer the pain but also blasted the entire grand hall to pieces.

Torture instruments, courtyard pillars, tables— all destroyed in an instant.

The grand hall collapsed completely, with rubble rolling like ruins after a catastrophe.

In these ruins, Rao Yao Yao, trapped at the center of the Heng He and bearing the most concentrated damage, seemed to have no resistance and was frozen to death inside.

"Wu..."

Faint, muddled noises echoed from all around, indistinguishable.

The second true body had recovered, cursing as it swallowed the pill and used its power to quickly repair the broken body.

It had been blasted into the prison cells, smashing through a dozen sealed barriers and thick walls before stopping, now hiding in a dead corner of the ruins, playing dead.

With everyone focused on their own survival, no one paid attention to others.

Once the body was mended, the second true body shuddered slightly, and Xu Xiao Shou returned.

"How horrific..."

Upon returning, he was shocked by the scene's devastation, shrinking his damaged body further and relying solely on "perception" to observe the outside world.

Ye Xiao's location was unknown; she might have died, but since he hadn't, she probably hadn't either.

The Necromancer Grand Mage was half-dead, the other half frozen at the edge of the Heng He, like an eternal ice statue.

Not far away was Xu Xiao Shou's original lower body, a terrifying sight in contrast.

As for Rao Yao Yao, struck full-force by this peak half-saint...

Xu Xiao Shou couldn't believe it; his "perception" showed Rao Yao Yao trapped in the Heng He, completely devoid of life.

Was that possible?

Rao Yao Yao had come so boldly, sword-breaking the prison door and releasing Han Ye, only to be one-shotted... She had changed so much.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo!"

A desolate cold wind carried Han Ye's unrestrained laughter from the horizon.

Han Ye was thrilled; the first obstacle was dead. Next, he would capture Ye Xiao and Chen Tan.

As for the next to die, Han Ye thought it would be Yan Wu Se or Yu Kun Peng.

"Chen Tan, where are you? I keep my word— we're fellow travelers, come out and bow to me now, and I'll spare your life and take you along."

"Know that those who resist are already dead. I'm about to leave this ruin for elsewhere— this is your only chance."

"Anyone below half-saint can't escape this misery on their own power."

Xu Xiao Shou listened silently, holding his breath and collapsing like a corpse on the ground as "concealment" maximized its effect, gradually vanishing into the corner.

"Wu..."

There were still voices in his ears!

It seemed they'd been there since he arrived; Xu Xiao Shou wondered, and in his concealed state, he focused to listen.

He heard all sorts of sounds: children reciting lessons aloud, farmers working with tools, officials' sons galloping through streets, nobles feasting and singing, emperors issuing decrees for subjects to submit...

Some wept in ancestral rites, some sailed boats across rivers, some confessed love under trees, some bid farewell at pavilions...

Some were joyful, some crying, some angry, some sorrowful, some terrified, some fearless...

The full spectrum of human life, all present.

"Illusion technique!"

Xu Xiao Shou's heart tightened, for he suddenly saw countless illusory, ethereal figures appearing over the Bu She Ting ruins.

Their numbers were vast, like a miniaturized great world, with every type of person...

High in the nine heavens, Han Ye's joy abruptly stopped.

Clearly, he had noticed this unusual phenomenon; it didn't seem like something from Bu She Ting itself, but rather man-made.

"Crack!"

A dark thunder flashed across the sky, and the frozen Heng He suddenly cracked.

Han Ye's expression changed, as if realizing something, his face showing disbelief as he dove down rapidly from the sky.

"No!"

"It's not an illusion sword technique!"

In his concealed state, Xu Xiao Shou's pupils also shrank sharply, a long-buried term surfacing in his mind.

"Red Dust Sword, All Living Beings' Aspects!"

At that moment, outside Bu She Ting, above Zui Yi Hall, and over the Void Island, storm clouds gathered, the sky darkened suddenly, dark clouds raced in, and strange disasters struck the earth.

"Buzz."

A sword hum arose, echoing throughout the Void Island, alarming the half-saint Yan Wu Se and Tian Ji Shen Shi Number Two.

The two stood in the deep pit, smelling the fading sacred medicine fragrance. Yan Wu Se stopped his frantic cursing of the perpetrator's ancestors and jumped onto Number Two's hand.

Without a word, Number Two's body flickered, and they both left the Miracle Forest simultaneously.

In Gui Zhe Sheng Shan, fragrance wafted for miles.

"Thud."

Dao Qiong Cang placed a white piece on the chessboard, stood up with a smile, and looked at the person in the wheelchair before him.

"I win."

"The game is only halfway; how can we talk of win or loss..."

Ai Cang Sheng's words suddenly halted, his brows furrowing as he turned his gaze eastward.

His eyes flickered with the laws of the dao, as if piercing through countless realms between domains, or breaking the shackles between planes, glimpsing the future.

But his dao eyes could only see vagueness, unable to discern the truth.

"Who is it?" Ai Cang Sheng couldn't help but ask.

Dao Qiong Cang smiled lightly, shook his head gently, left a sigh, and turned to leave.

"The Heng He freezes ghosts, saints speak not of men. If times change, warmongering exceeds civility... Ponder it yourself!"