Chapter 1626 - 1627: The Descent of Divine Punishment
Yang Fei stared blankly at An Zichen cultivating, as massive amounts of Heaven and Earth Vital Energy poured into her body.
Yang Fei had never understood Huaxia's top-tier National Arts so thoroughly before; all previous difficulties suddenly became clear.
He didn't know how much time had passed when suddenly, at the Niwan Palace above An Zichen's head, a surge of Essence Qi rose.
At the same time, a vast and mighty aura erupted from her entire body, sweeping through the living room with divine might.
Yang Fei was instantly overjoyed.
The Essence Qi from An Zichen's Niwan Palace had already transformed from Gang Yuan Qi into extremely pure True Yuan Energy.
The power contained in True Yuan Energy was more than ten times that of Gang Yuan Qi!
This was enough to prove that An Zichen had reached the True Martial Realm.
Yet at this moment, the Turtle Extreme within Yang Fei's body began to spin rapidly, delivering a sharp alarm.
A vast, endless pressure descended from the sky, enclosing the small room in an instant.
That overwhelming pressure, like a mountain collapse and tsunami, was utterly despairing.
Yang Fei and An Zichen were like flies in amber, frozen in place.
At this moment, the Heavenly Secret Talisman on Yang Fei's body suddenly emitted a faint circle of light, enveloping him.
Yang Fei felt a sudden lightness; although he could sense the immense force capable of destroying the heavens and earth, within the circle of light, he remained unharmed, with no discomfort.
This feeling was like a torrential downpour, with Yang Fei safely behind a car window.
The rain lashed against the window with a crackling sound, yet Yang Fei remained unscathed.
He could even appreciate the beauty of the pouring rain cascading from the heavens.
On the other hand, An Zichen was not faring so well.
Her exquisitely beautiful face suddenly turned ashen, as if struck by a giant log, she fell backward.
She was like a white fish thrown onto the beach, struggling helplessly against the impending disaster.
An Zichen's body was pressed tightly against the floor, her perfect form taut, revealing an alluring curve.
Inside her, it was as if several taut steel wires had appeared, contorting her limbs into an extremely peculiar posture, her entire being distorted beyond recognition.
Yet despite this, An Zichen remained silent, collapsed on the floor, stubbornly holding on.
Her head defiantly tilted upwards, her eyes fixedly staring into the void, as if within it lay an unforgivable foe.
At this moment, An Zichen's hands were completely unresponsive, unable to move even a single finger.
However, her hands still slowly struggled to come together, resisting, defying, utterly unyielding.
Yang Fei had witnessed Uncle Afu and the Old Taoist suffering Divine Punishment, understanding its terror.
Yet, this crystal-clear girl before him seemed to care nothing for the pain she was enduring.
She only gritted her teeth, inch by inch drawing her hands closer together.
Finally, An Zichen's hands came together, reluctantly forming a Dharma Seal.
A faint cyan light suddenly enveloped her body.
Yang Fei watched without daring to interrupt, helpless.
At this moment, seeing An Zichen finally harness her True Yuan Energy, Yang Fei felt slightly relieved.
Yet, the next second, An Zichen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Her entire being seemed struck by a giant log, collapsing headlong to the ground.
The floor tiles shattered, sharp porcelain cutting An Zichen's alabaster skin, leaving striking crimson marks on her body.
Roar!
An Zichen let out a long roar, her voice like an air bomb, shattering the windows and glass cups on the table.
With this roar, an enormous wave of Essence Qi surged from within An Zichen's body.
The flimsy dress on her body was shredded into rags by the True Yuan storm.
An Zichen's flawless form was revealed before Yang Fei.
However, at this moment, Yang Fei had no time to admire An Zichen's unparalleled beauty.
He watched An Zichen intently, already holding the Heavenly Secret Talisman in his hand.
Once An Zichen could no longer hold on, Yang Fei would unleash the talisman's power to shield her.
An Zichen's facial muscles twitched continuously, slightly distorting her exquisite face, yet her eyes remained as clear as water.
Using the True Yuan storm to fend off the invasion of Heaven and Earth Energy, An Zichen formed a Dharma Seal with her hands, bringing it before her chest.
Her unique martial arts heart method, Strange Fire Golden Lotus, swiftly activated to resist the mysterious Divine Punishment.
In the void, there were faint, strange fluctuations.
Countless Heaven and Earth Vital Energy rushed in more tumultuously, like a raging sea, wave after wave, surging towards An Zichen.
In this moment, An Zichen was like a lone boat sailing through the turbulent sea.
With a single misstep, she would be shattered and face eternal damnation.
Despite the perilous situation, An Zichen's eyes remained clear and unruffled.
Suddenly, a cyan mark appeared on An Zichen's snow-white back, followed by another.
Yang Fei blinked; there were three or four cyan marks on An Zichen's back.
These marks spread across her body like snakes, looking extremely grim and terrifying.
Yang Fei's heart sank deeply.
These cyan marks were not unfamiliar to her.
When Uncle Afu and the Old Taoist were possessed by Heavenly Punishment, similar patterns appeared on their bodies.
Countless patterns formed a ferocious visage of a Heavenly God.
Yang Fei knew that once these cyan marks formed the Heavenly Shaman pattern, it meant the culmination of Divine Punishment, and An Zichen would be crippled forever.
Poof!
The cyan patterns on An Zichen's body grew more numerous and dense.
She appeared in deep agony, finally unable to suppress a mouthful of blood.
Yang Fei's heart ached.
Though Yang Fei had never recalled memories from before he was eighteen.
He vaguely felt that, whether it was Xue Mingtai or An Zichen, they were likely the closest people to him in this world.
Without hesitation, Yang Fei retrieved the Heavenly Secret Talisman and hung it around An Zichen's neck.
The blood trickling from An Zichen's lips soaked into the talisman, releasing a faint cyan glow that spread across her body like flowing water.
The cyan patterns on An Zichen's body halted their spread, their color fading, showing signs of receding.
She broke free from her suffering, suddenly seeing Yang Fei before her and momentarily pausing.
Yang Fei forced a dry smile at her; An Zichen noticed his strange gaze, looked down, and immediately blushed.
At this moment, An Zichen's dress was so tattered it couldn't cover her body, leaving many important parts exposed.
Her skin, now free of the cyan patterns, was like beautiful jade, crystal clear.
An Zichen quickly turned and donned a Korean-style overcoat.
Almost simultaneously, with a thud, Yang Fei fell prostrate, his body pressed against the floor by an invisible force.