Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone Chapter 980 728: End of the War (Part 2)

An enormous, blood-patterned axe, its blade wide and handle long, emanated an aura of destruction, wreathed in wisps of bloody mist.

"Good, very good!"

Shi Yan sneered, her body's aura surging as she wielded the blood-colored axe, bringing it down with lethal force.

Though she was once an incomparably beautiful woman, at this moment, she unleashed a terrifying and dominating Power of Destruction.

"Kill!"

Lu Xuanji countered with the Nine-Colored Divine Saber, its blade flashing as it slashed upwards.

The two weapons met.

Upon impact, the Nine-Colored Divine Saber let out a sharp crack and shattered instantly.

Lu Xuanji's expression shifted; he summoned the Purple Mansion Order to parry.

They clashed again, but the Purple Mansion Order merely chimed pleasingly. Lu Xuanji's arm went numb, and the order slipped from his grasp, drifting into the void.

The Purple Mansion Order shimmered.

With a swift movement, Shi Yan darted forward and seized the Purple Mansion Order.

Her figure flickered, then vanished.

"Pfft!"

Lu Xuanji coughed up a mouthful of blood, his aura withering once more.

"That woman is formidable! But ultimately, she's still a step below!"

Speaking these words, Lu Xuanji's figure flashed, arriving at the Secret Realm's exit. With a decisive movement, he departed.

...

Outside the Cave Mansion, two distinct auras collided and violently clashed, tearing at the very fabric of space.

The Undying Demon Monarch stood on one side, a powerful Dao-rhyme of birth and death circulating around him. The power of time flowed, the aura of death pervaded, and waves of oppressive force swept outwards. Opposite him, Ye Feixue stood like an ethereal supreme Fairy, her aura growing ever more refined and elusive, as if she could ascend at any moment.

Auras met, and the profound Mysteries of the Great Dao clashed.

Countless Runes crossed and crashed into each other, neutralizing one another.

Simultaneously, their Divine Thoughts engaged in a battle of wills, searching for vulnerabilities, probing for weaknesses, all while disrupting the opponent's perception and subtly altering the unseen Celestial Secret.

Neither made the first move; they remained locked in a tense confrontation, testing and probing each other's defenses.

It was akin to the pregnant pause before a tempest, as if in the very next instant a torrential downpour, a thunderous strike, an ultimate blow would be unleashed.

At their current Realm, they were paradoxically both immensely powerful and incredibly fragile. Immensely powerful, as they could unleash overwhelming might at any moment, capable of tearing everything apart with a mere gesture or shattering any Technique; yet fragile, because they were subject to the guiding force of the Celestial Realm.

They were constrained from wielding overly tyrannical power; exerting too much force would result in immediate forced Ascension.

The Undying Demon Monarch spoke, "Fellow Daoist, do you happen to have any connections within the Immortal Realm?"

Ye Feixue replied, "Speaking of connections does bring to mind those Immortal Kings. It's just unfortunate that the Immortal Realm is currently embroiled in a great war. Ascending during such a conflict could lead to becoming cannon fodder; conversely, choosing a moment of peace might yield significant benefits."

The Undying Demon Monarch stated, "I have a strong premonition that I will obtain the Purple Mansion Order!"

Ye Feixue scoffed. "First, let's see if you can even secure the Purple Mansion Order—and assuming you do, could your frail body withstand such immense Creation?"

The Undying Demon Monarch declared, "Haha, there is nothing that cannot be withstood. Man dies for wealth, birds die for food. If you refuse to take a gamble, why would my true self bother descending to the Lower Realm? I have been wasting time in the Lower Realm for all these years, squandering countless years and even damaging my own foundation!"

Ye Feixue was about to retort with a mocking remark.

At that precise moment, the void flickered, and Shi Yan appeared directly. "Father, I have obtained the Purple Mansion Order!"

As she spoke, she presented the Token.

The Undying Demon Monarch caught the Token, sensed its aura, and couldn't help but erupt into loud laughter. "Fellow Daoist, the treasure is mine in the end!"

"Fellow Daoist, I bid you farewell!"

The Undying Demon Monarch laughed heartily as he activated a Secret Technique. Instantly, a powerful pulling force surged forth.

The gate to the Immortal Realm swung wide open; his body flickered and transformed, and he directly ascended.

Witnessing this, Ye Feixue felt compelled to intercept.

However, it was already too late.

Though it sounds slow, all of this transpired in a mere flash.

Furthermore, Shi Yan also let out a laugh and directly employed a Secret Technique; the pulling force intensified.

The Immortal Realm Gate reopened, and she, too, made her ascent.

As if a floodgate burst, the void shimmered, and the Immortal Realm Gate manifested repeatedly. The myriad experts that the Feiyu World had painstakingly gathered over the years shattered their own limitations, transforming into streaks of light that soared towards Ascension.

Approximately a dozen figures vanished from sight.

Concurrently, one treasure after another, one secret realm after another, one grotto-heaven after another, were all relinquished to the Mortal World.

Under the dictates of the Immortal Realm's Laws, any Cultivator was permitted to ascend only in a bare-handed state. The greater the burden they carried, the more immense the pressure they would face. To covet external possessions, thereby intensifying the peril of Tribulation Crossing and inviting immense risk—even death—upon the Ascension, was simply not worth it!

Countless Cultivators began their ascent.

The landscape shifted.

The Undying Demon Race receded, and the other seven great Saint Races likewise retreated into seclusion.

They had been on the precipice of conflict, poised as if ready to draw swords.

Yet, at this very moment, due to the Ascension of the Undying Demon Monarch and the other Cultivators, a surprising calm descended.

Meanwhile, the newly formed Purple Mansion Realm, the result of two Great Worlds merging, far surpassed its predecessor in scale and riches, truly deserving the title of a supreme paradise.

Swish!

At that precise instant, a flash of light erupted as Lu Xuanji emerged, declaring with a hint of remorse, "I apologize, I seem to have misplaced the Purple Mansion Order!"

Ye Feixue responded, "If it's lost, then it's lost. Gaining it would be my fortune; losing it is simply my destiny."

Lu Xuanji paused, then inquired, "Xiaoxue… how have you fared these past years?"

Ye Feixue replied, "In the past, I believed I was doing quite well. However, upon reflection, I realize my condition was far from ideal. Back then, I was merely a fledgling Cultivator. My Qi was weak, and I engaged in conflict for meager resources, yet I was undeniably myself!"

"But after awakening my past-life memories, an influx of recollections from a former existence flooded my soul, perpetually clouding my senses. I became uncertain of my identity—was I that majestic Ice and Snow Immortal King, or the humble Cultivator Ye Feixue from before?"

"Furthermore, as more memories from my past life surfaced, the experiences of this current life began to fade, merging into those of my previous existence. My emotions grew progressively dulled, and the memories associated with the Ice and Snow Immortal King started to assert dominance, overwriting everything else. It's possible that, in time, Ye Feixue will completely vanish, leaving only the Ice and Snow Immortal King behind."

Discussing both the past and recent events, Ye Feixue’s brow furrowed slightly.

A disquiet settled within her, a sensation of her emotions gradually slipping away.

Lu Xuanji questioned, "Why is this happening? Does awakening memories of a past life mean one ceases to be oneself?"

Ye Feixue answered, "You wouldn't understand!"

Lu Xuanji implored, "Xiaoxue…"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and embraced her.

Ye Feixue offered a slight resistance, intending to pull away, but an inner prompting within her cautioned against it, suggesting she should surrender and accept the embrace.

Lu Xuanji then confessed, "Xiaoxue, you have to understand, I myself have undergone a rebirth… In my prior existence, I hailed from a celestial body known as Earth. That world knew no Magic, only technology. Upon reincarnating into this realm, I inherited the memories from both my past and present lives, yet I remain fundamentally myself! There is no internal conflict of consciousness."

"In existence, there are innumerable facets of 'self': the self embodying kindness, the self embodying malice, the self consumed by obsession. One must embrace each of these aspects—the benevolent self must accept the malevolent self, the obsessed self must accept the corrupted self. Only by discerning your authentic heart, unswayed by benevolence, unswayed by malevolence, unswayed by obsession, can you truly grasp your genuine self!"

"Ah, right, this is for you!"

As he spoke, as if a sudden recollection had struck him, Lu Xuanji produced another Purple Mansion Order and presented it to her.