ISWI Chapter 798-799

Chapter 798: You Seek Death?

The two figures who stepped from the teleportation array were striking. The man stood tall as an ancient pine, noble and imposing, handsome as an exiled immortal stepped out from a painting. His eyes resembled deep abysses harboring entire galaxies—unfathomable. A single glance could drown anyone within their depths.

The woman possessed a graceful, alluring figure, like a willow branch dancing in the wind. An innate aloof and peerless beauty radiated from her. Every gesture carried the ethereal aura unique to supreme heavenly maidens, captivating at first sight.

Both were renowned throughout the cultivation world, their fame even surpassing the two self-severed saints from moments earlier. The man was the Heavenly Emperor's heir, the one who had schemed to bury an entire generation of myriad races' prodigies. Of course, quite a few human prodigies had fallen along the way too.

The woman was Lan Nuo, bearer of Heavy Pupils, like a fairy hidden among the clouds. She rarely acted, yet each appearance shocked the world. Publicly acknowledged as humanity's strongest female prodigy of this generation, her few battles carried immense weight.

Her debut had left the once-unrivaled Heavenly Emperor's heir uncertain, forcing him to retreat with measured caution. Their second direct clash raged for a long time and ended in a stalemate. Even then, the heir had spoken regretful words: "At the end of the immortal path, who stands at the peak? One glance at Lan Nuo..."

Though unfinished, those words sparked endless speculation. The regretful tone alone proved she had truly stunned him.

Of course, some harbored doubts inwardly. But fearing the heir's infamous womanizing reputation, none dared voice them aloud. Thus, Lan Nuo's invincible name remained untarnished.

Both were merely third-heaven kings, yet the semi-saints present gazed at them with deep reverence—no less than when facing the two self-severed saints. Even setting aside questions about Lan Nuo's feats, the Heavenly Emperor's heir alone had a record that spoke volumes. Slaying peak semi-saints was like butchering dogs to him.

Yet first, the two Holy Spirits had self-severed to enter the fourth realm. Now the Heavenly Emperor's heir followed in person. The connection was undeniable.

What world-shaking treasure had emerged in the fourth realm to draw such heaven-defying powerhouses one after another?

The question itched like an invisible hand scratching at hearts, leaving everyone restless and anxious. Holy Spirits. Self-severed saints whose strength was unfathomable. Untouchable. The Heavenly Emperor's heir—combat prowess heaven-defying, a veritable god of slaughter. Equally unassailable.

An opportunity that should have belonged to semi-saints now bore no relation to true semi-saints like them. Utterly stifling.

Soon, Lan disciples flew forth like trained attendants and respectfully guided the pair onward.

Ye Chen knew of the self-severed Holy Spirits, but the Nirvana Sacred Liquid was his by right. Self-severed or not—if they dared contest it, only death awaited them.

To save time, Ye Chen directly pulled Lan Nuo into his embrace. Pushing the Movement Secret and Kun Peng Treasure Technique to their extremes, he turned the pair into a blinding stream of light under countless watching eyes. They thundered toward the divine mountain.

Ye Chen held her naturally. Lan Nuo nestled just as naturally. Many onlookers wore "as expected" expressions. The two definitely had something going on.

Yet some prodigies stirred inwardly. After a brief hesitation, several gritted their teeth. Their figures rose and chased in the duo's wake. The direction was clear: the Heavenly Emperor's heir and the Holy Spirits were pursuing the same goal.

Compelling saints to self-sever. Drawing the treasury-rich Heavenly Emperor's heir in person.

That was proof enough—the opportunity was staggering. In the contest for immortality, should one yield simply because their skill was inferior?

Even against the Heavenly Emperor's heir, even against self-severed saints—they would gamble. Should fortune smile and they claim it, they might vault straight to immortality's throne in one step to heaven.

In moments, countless fourth-realm cultivators burned with resolve. Streams of light streaked like meteors across the sky, all hurtling toward the same destination.

...

Deep within the fourth realm, a mountain range coiled like a slumbering giant dragon.

At its heart, a colossal waterfall cascaded like a heavenly curtain, giving birth to endless mist that shrouded the land in soft, ethereal haze—dreamlike.

Flame Heart Saint and Moonlight Saint arrived. They swept indifferent gazes around before charging straight into the falls.

Behind the curtain lay a hidden passage. Traversing it, the view opened into another paradise: towering spiritual plants, leaping spiritual beasts, and spiritual qi several times denser than outside.

Far ahead, atop a divine peak, seven-colored divine light flowed like radiant ribbons descending from the heavens.

The pair exchanged glances, confirmation in their eyes. They nodded slightly. "As Lotus Emperor said—truly a Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade gestating a Holy Spirit here!"

"This Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade is genuine top-tier immortal material, rarer even than true immortal gold. Coveted indeed. If allowed perfect gestation, its strength would rival the ancient Stone Emperor or Fire Emperor!"

"A pity the timing is too late—no final ascension chance remains. Without Lotus Emperor, even perfect gestation would yield only quasi-immortal, wasting lifespan in this realm."

They spoke while flying onward. Nearing the core, their brows furrowed tighter. They keenly sensed lingering human stench.

Many of the original arrays lay damaged. Top-tier Holy Spirits bore innate protective formations alongside natal treasures. This tightened their hearts—they feared the kin within the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade had been disturbed and born prematurely.

Yet upon reaching the end, they exhaled faintly. The core array remained intact. The two human cultivators had departed not long ago.

"Holy Spirits gestate with great difficulty. Whenever humans and myriad races discover one, greed takes over—they interrupt without hesitation, even refining us into materials."

"Deserve death! I have memorized their auras. When free, I will petition Spirit Channeling Ancient Emperor to divine them—exterminate their families and sects entirely!"

They decreed the fate of the prior two humans—and their entire lineages—casually as they spoke.

Far off, a crystalline seven-colored divine stone stood like a giant, roughly human in height. Such volume astonished them.

Before them, array patterns emerged like living things, blazing seven-colored light into an indestructible barrier that halted the pair. But it could not stop them.

Moonlight Saint pointed. Endless lunar radiance surged and silently opened a portal in the array. They stepped calmly within. The path cleared. Moments later, they reached the summit of the divine peak.

The Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade—absorbing heaven-and-earth essence ceaselessly—trembled faintly at their arrival. A hazy, graceful silhouette flickered within, indistinct. Pressure emanated, warning them away.

Seeing this, the pair sighed. The Holy Spirit within feared interruption—an instinctive reaction even though her consciousness still slumbered.

The tragedy of the Holy Spirit Clan: the path to heaven lay open, yet remained uncontrollable. Any disturbance risked eternal deficiency.

Toward kin, they shed their prior indifference.

"Awaken her!"

"I will cast the Supreme Sage Spirit Awakening Chapter! Guard me!"

Moonlight Saint raised his hands. Spiritual qi surged as lunar radiance enveloped him. His fingers wove seals rapidly. Special forces streamed into the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade. It quivered like an awakening beast. The hazy, graceful shadow within gained vitality—gradually solidifying, becoming vivid.

Flame Heart Saint watched with profound emotion. Though this was not his first time witnessing it, shock still overwhelmed him. Holy Spirits slumbered in gestation with chaotic consciousness. Without breaking gestation, awakening was impossible.

Yet Lotus Emperor—still gestating—had somehow awakened early, defying heavenly rules. He had created the Supreme Sage Spirit Awakening Chapter, a divine art that allowed gestating Holy Spirits to awaken consciousness without being born.

For the clan, it was a supreme divine art. Thus, they pledged unwavering loyalty tothe Lotus Emperor, like devout followers aiding his birth and ascension.

Finally, half an hour later.

Moonlight Saint withdrew his aura and lowered his hands. The special force ebbed like a retreating tide. Within the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade, the now-solid graceful shadow—like Sleeping Beauty awakening—slowly opened her eyes.

A woman's form appeared: jade-like skin, a meticulously sculpted masterpiece. Features heaven-carved—exquisite, the favored child of creation. Seven-colored divine light veiled her body like radiant clothes. Long hair flowed spiritedly. Stunningly beautiful. Her newly opened eyes—liquid jade—held brief confusion before turning ice-cold upon seeing the pair.

"Kin?"

Sensing their identity, the chill lingered undiminished, like an eternal glacier. She spoke indifferently.

"You disturb my gestation and slumber! You seek death?"

Chapter 799: Strong Anti-Fraud Awareness!

"You seek death?"

Though still within the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade, her faint words echoed outward. The mysterious domain seemed gripped by an invisible hand. Light vanished, plunging everything into inky darkness.

Endless pressure surged like tangible black tides, crashing toward Flame Heart Saint and Moonlight Saint as though to drown them utterly. Storm clouds gathered. Lightning flashed, and thunder roared, as if heavenly tribulation loomed to obliterate them.

This terrifying might drew solemn expressions from the pair. They had anticipated the gestating kin's terror, yet they never imagined that merely awakened consciousness, with her body still sealed within the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade and isolated from the world, could summon such world-shaking phenomena.

The Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade lived up to its legendary reputation as a top-tier divine material. The scene sparked faint wariness in their eyes, though not deep. They knew well that even upon emergence, she would reach at most peak semi-saint. For two saints to self-sever for this showed ample respect.

Thus, wariness gave way to envy. For Holy Spirits, the gestation material was directly tied to strength and potential ceiling. This kin, birthed from Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade, rivaled the Lotus Emperor from Chaos Green Lotus in certain aspects. She merely suffered fate's cruelty, born too late and missing the optimal era.

Moonlight Saint nodded toward her, as though soothing a raging beast. His voice was calm and gentle. "Kin, calm your anger. We come with no malice. We awakened your consciousness early through supreme divine art merely to aid deeper comprehension of the heavenly dao during gestation. This opportunity benefits your future path and harms none. Our Holy Spirit Clan numbers few and remains far more united than those fractious races so fond of infighting."

Yet Moonlight Saint's words fell like stones into the sea. Her expression remained unchanged, cold as frost. Killing intent sharpened like tangible ice spikes, bone-piercing. The domain grew ever gloomier, like the eve of doomsday. She spoke indifferently. "Then, having awakened me, leave at once."

Her rejection came as no surprise. Gestating Holy Spirits resembled startled birds, wary of everything around them. Even when facing ordinary cultivators, their vigilance reached its peak.

External interference meant forced premature birth, eternal severance from the supreme dao, and lifelong stagnation. But the pair had come on the Lotus Emperor's mission. Departure was impossible. Thus, ignoring her eviction, they exchanged glances.

Moonlight Saint continued, breaking the stalemate. "The divine art that awakened your consciousness was created by the Lotus Emperor. He is the sole Holy Spirit in history birthed from Chaos Green Lotus, first among the twelve immortal roots. He nears perfect gestation and will soon emerge flawlessly. With perfect emergence, he would easily surpass the ancient Stone Emperor and Fire Emperor, suppress all others, and in the Heavenly Emperor's era, even he would fall.

"You, now awakened, surely sense through heavenly affinity that this is the final Immortal Path era. Miss it, and even with a flawless Holy Spirit body, cultivation soaring to quasi-immortal peak, and a lifespan of hundreds of thousands of years, you would linger futilely in this realm with no chance to enter the immortal realm, prove dao, or ascend. Thus, the Lotus Emperor divined your gestation here in the fourth realm and sent us specially to deliver a heaven-defying opportunity.

"Upon the Lotus Emperor's ascension, a precious immortal realm slot awaits you. He will carry this Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade into the immortal realm for continued gestation. In immortal qi nourishment, gestation shortens vastly and potential ceiling elevates immensely. Within our Holy Spirit Clan, the more gifted and powerful the individual, the longer the gestation demands."

"Lotus Emperor's consciousness emerged after seeing the Heavenly Emperor, and over a million years have passed since then. Your perfect emergence would require at least tens of thousands more years. But in the immortal realm, perhaps mere centuries would suffice for flawless birth. With consciousness already awakened now, you can better comprehend immortal dao rules and emerge directly as an immortal!"

Moonlight Saint spoke patiently, like a painter unveiling a hopeful and beautiful future scroll.

Yet the graceful woman within the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade showed no flicker of interest. Her killing intent did not lessen; instead, it intensified, nearly solidifying. Her tone grew ever colder. "No need!"

Her refusal drew headshakes from the pair. This kin possessed strong anti-fraud awareness. Even freshly born, she understood that nothing good came for free. But some matters were no longer her choice.

Flame Heart Saint spoke now, his voice laced with pressure as though her refusal had gone unheard. He continued on his own. "Lotus Emperor remains in the critical gestation phase, mere centuries from final perfection. In our Holy Spirit Clan's endless river of time, a century is but a finger snap, a grain in the ocean, gone in an instant. Yet the Immortal Path waits for no one. Lotus Emperor bears the burden of our clan's rise. He can wait no longer.

"Fortunately, heaven favors him. With transcendent talent, he created a supreme divine art mid-cultivation. With this art, without harming normal gestation, a portion of the Holy Spirit origin force can be extracted. Irrigating him with this origin would allow Lotus Emperor's premature perfect emergence, catching this Immortal Path.

"Once Lotus Emperor ascends, before departure, with heaven-piercing might, he will elevate our Holy Spirit Clan to the pinnacle of this world, an object of reverence for myriad races. He will bring gifted, potential-bearing kin into the immortal realm together. This is our entire clan's final chance to rise."

His words fell. The small world seemed thoroughly enraged. Lightning flashed amid thunder. Endless heavenly punishment surged like furious waves. The woman's aura within the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade chilled to the extreme. "Get out!"

Her fierce reaction surprised neither of them. Yet with heavy responsibility on their shoulders, they stood firm, faces earnest, persisting in persuasion.

Moonlight Saint's voice softened. "Kin, yielding half your Holy Spirit origin. When you enter the immortal realm in the future, Lotus Emperor will compensate you, seeking top immortal treasures to mend your loss and perhaps advancing you even further."

Facing persuasion, she seemed deaf and remained silent. But seven-colored divine thunder raged in the skies like infuriated dragons, booming as though to rend heaven and earth. Though they had anticipated this step, they wished to avoid it and tried one final time.

Moonlight Saint's tone gentled further. "Kin, if you insist on remaining in this realm, even with transcendent talent, you will top out at quasi-immortal. Trapped in an invisible cage, you face lifelong stagnation. Yielding half the origin means short-term loss, yes. But with entry into the immortal realm and a true immortal safeguarding you, today's deficit will be repaid manifold eventually. Gestation time will be vastly shortened. Ascension and ancestorhood will become imminent. Weigh the pros and cons. Benefits abound, drawbacks few. Why not consider carefully?"

Flame Heart Saint finally lost patience, like ignited gunpowder. Impatiently, he said, "I speak more only because you are kin. Don't be unappreciative! You remain unemerged. These trifling methods cannot harm us. If we force premature birth, even with Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade protection, you cannot withstand our combined might. We could still suppress you and extract the undissipated Holy Spirit origin.

"Kin, you wouldn't want forced early emergence, eternal deficiency, and severance from the grand dao's tragic end, would you? Besides, you've sensed the human stench here, yes? Even if we leave now, alone, humans will discover you eventually and force premature birth... Thus..."

One spoke softly, one spoke hard, like seasoned cross-talk performers. At once, their saint-exclusive terror pressure erupted like tangible black storms, scattering the dense clouds overhead. Their auras unleashed fully, like twin volcanoes on the brink of eruption. Absolute strength meant to compel submission from the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade kin.

They had already weighed the choice for her. Yielding was the sole path to survival. They firmly believed this unemerged kin would choose wisely.

...

In the next instant, the woman seemed thoroughly enraged. Her once-indifferent voice finally carried irrepressible fury.

"My dao path—how can I yield control to others? A mere Chaos Green Lotus spawn dares proclaim this era's ascension?

"Yield half my Holy Spirit origin and be born deficient henceforth. Perhaps forced emergence at the Great Saint realm. If he fails ascension or refuses my entry into his immortal domain, what then?

"My fate is mine, not heaven's! Force me, and I emerge now—so be it!"