AWB Chapter 311 Calm
Chapter 311 Calm
"Thump!" It fell to the ground.
Golden threads spread out from Xie Wanning's hand like an unstoppable flood.
The golden threads entangled Xie Wanxun's hands and feet, slowly squeezing her body.
Blood flowed down the gold thread, blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.
"No!" Xie Wanning gripped the gold thread in her hand, trying to pull it back, but she couldn't control her body.
The golden threads had somehow been laid out within her body, controlling Xie Wan Ning's movements and suppressing the power within her.
Xie Wanxun pulled with all her might at the gold threads binding her body, but the threads only tightened further. The suffocating pain felt like countless steel needles piercing her body; her consciousness gradually faded in the lack of oxygen, and all that remained before her eyes was endless darkness.
"...Mysterious Sword".
The Xuan Sword arrived beside Xie Wanxun like a black lightning bolt, forcefully striking the golden thread, only to be entangled by it.
Seeing this, Xie Wanxun's eyes darkened. She immediately understood that the golden thread could not be cut.
The golden threads were wrapped around her, making it hard for her to breathe.
"Sister!" Xie Wanning cried out hoarsely, her throat feeling as if it were being torn apart, but the only response she received was the faint sound of gold threads rubbing together.
Xie Wanning desperately reached out, trying to grab those damned gold threads and tear them off, but her hands trembled in mid-air each time before retracting; she had no control over her body. At that moment, she felt as if she were in an ice cellar, a chill shooting from her feet to the top of her head.
Xie Wanxun looked at her with eyes full of pain, a longing for life and a plea for help, but she could only watch helplessly as Xie Wanxun's breathing grew weaker and weaker.
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all. Don't cry, I'm fine..." Xie Wanxun reached out and smiled gently. His cold hand wiped away Xie Wanning's tears, but then fell limply to the ground.
The eerie green flames gathered and consumed Xie Wanxun's body. In the end, only dazzling golden threads remained, gleaming in the spot.
Her body slowly went limp, and the feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed Xie Wanning like a surging tide. She collapsed to the ground, swallowed up by self-blame and despair.
The gold thread can crush a person's soul; that's how the souls of Zhong Yingxiu and others dissipated.
So, my sister can't come back.
Xie Wanning stopped crying, and her eyes gradually calmed down.
She cried because there was still a sliver of hope, yet despair made her remarkably calm.
The golden threads still bound Xie Wan Ning, rendering her immobile. Looking at the domineering golden threads, a scene flashed through her mind.
The moment she returned to the mortal realm from the realm of gods, golden threads wrapped around her ankles. She thought the Netherfire had burned through the threads, but unexpectedly, one of the threads extended within her body, gradually taking control of her.
Therefore, she never managed to escape from Fusang's clutches; her every move was under Fusang's control.
Therefore, in Fusang's eyes, her desperate struggle for survival was nothing more than a death throes.
Luo Zejian was still defending against Lin Jingquan's attack, while Xie Wanning withdrew her hand.
"Luo Ze, come back!"
Luo Zejian didn't understand why, but he still obeyed the order.
The arrows flew in as fast as shooting stars.
Xie Wanning stared blankly at the arrow hurtling towards her.
There's nothing left to remember.
Everyone left her.
The real culprit, however, is high in the sky, strategizing and plotting.
Why does tragedy keep happening, and why are lovers never to be seen again? She really wants to end it all.
Xie Wanning lowered her head, the gold thread in her hand constantly wrapping around her, sharp as thorns, repeatedly cutting her hand.
I felt no pain, and the sound of arrows disappeared from my ears; only one thought kept repeating itself.
If Fusang is killed, everything will end. The sad and painful things will no longer happen, and she will no longer have to live with the burden of suffering.
"Xie Wanning, watch out for the arrow!" Lin Jingquan shouted.
Xie Wanning raised her eyes, her gaze turning crimson. The Luo Ze sword was instantly drawn and flew swiftly toward Lin Jingquan.
"Take a nap, and everything will be over when you wake up."
The Luo Ze sword in her hand flew back, stained with blood. Xie Wan Ning held the sword, about to stand up, but was firmly held down by the golden silk.
"Troublesome stuff."
Xie Wanning said in a low voice, a deep light flashing in her eyes as she looked at the unsightly gold thread.
Phoenix fire burst forth instantly, and the golden threads tightened their grip. Xie Wanning grabbed the golden threads with her right hand, her eyes flashing with impatience.
"hiss!"
Tearing at the gold thread in her hand, she continuously pulled the gold thread out of her body. The gold thread was stained with blood, and the pain of tearing flesh made Xie Wan Ning frown, but she did not stop what she was doing.
The phoenix fire burned, continuously healing the wound. Xie Wanning seemed to feel no pain, and even when she exhausted all her strength, she still managed to pull out the golden thread.
Unfortunately, the golden thread had already penetrated deep into the internal organs, and it was no longer something that could be removed by simple tearing.
"Get out of my body!" Xie Wanning roared, her voice like the hoarse wind at the bottom of a cliff, cold and desperate.
Blood pooled at their feet, and the mortals behind them retreated like a tide, feeling only unease and fear at Xie Wanning's side.
"what is she doing?"
"So much blood, it's terrifying!"
……
Xie Wanning ignored what others thought. She kept trying to cut the golden threads with her Luoze sword, but to no avail.
"what!"
A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the sky, and phoenix fire enveloped her.
Xie Wanning's figure gradually disappeared, leaving only the crimson phoenix fire burning in place.
Just when everyone thought the flames were about to die out, a deafening cry came from the sea of fire, a sound brimming with the power of new life. Immediately afterward, the phoenix soared into the sky from the flames, its brand-new feathers shimmering with the light of the sun, each one vibrant and dazzling. As its wings spread, it exuded a powerful aura, causing the surrounding flames to submit to it.
The phoenix vigorously flapped its enormous wings, creating a gust of wind that instantly dispersed the surrounding clouds. Like a dazzling shooting star, it streaked straight up into the sky, leaving a long, burning tail.
Spirit world.
Fusang slowly opened his eyes, which instantly lit up like fireworks bursting in the night sky. A barely suppressed smile appeared on his lips: "Has the Phoenix bloodline fully awakened? This has never happened before. Interesting!"
He rose, and the golden threads in his hand coalesced into a divine sword. He grasped the golden sword, and the light from its blade instantly illuminated the surroundings, the edge gleaming with a chilling aura.
The phoenix spread its fiery wings, its body lithe and agile, and plunged headlong into the dazzling golden light curtain of the divine realm, instantly disappearing into it, leaving only a slightly rippling halo behind.
The flames surrounding the phoenix suddenly subsided, transforming into a soft golden light that enveloped its body layer by layer. As the light flickered, the phoenix's outline gradually blurred, and its form began to reshape.
As the light faded, Xie Wanning stood rooted to the spot. She wore a flowing crimson dress, the hem swaying gently like a burning flame. Her long, jet-black hair was loosely draped, adorned with golden feathers that accentuated her snow-white skin. Her eyes shone brightly, like the fiery flames of a phoenix reborn, and the Luoze sword in her hand was entirely crimson, gleaming even brighter in the sunlight, as if it would shatter everything before it at any moment.
"Fusang, today, it's either you or me who dies." Xie Wanning held the Luoze Sword, her eyes radiating boundless killing intent.
"Your resistance is futile, but I will enjoy the process of victory." Fusang smiled contemptuously, holding the divine sword with absolute confidence.