**Chapter 71: Xuan Ying Luo Fu Shattered**
Luxianbei wielded the Xuan Ying Luo Fu, striking at the soon-to-be-born Haze God’s offspring with a fatal blow, a decision not made lightly but after intense mental struggle.
In fact, when the foreboding thought of danger crossed her mind, her first instinct was to run away.
If the fragmented images from the car accident three years ago, along with the glimpse of the enormous shadow in Wang Ying’s memories, weren’t enough to clarify its significance, then after hearing the Haze God’s experience, she vaguely grasped something important.
Each appearance of that immense shadow was accompanied by the birth of a terrifying Cataclysm Grade being; this could not be a coincidence!
It might be the catalyst that facilitated the birth of these Cataclysm Grade beings, or perhaps the births themselves were entirely orchestrated by it.
From the rainy night of that car accident three years ago, or even earlier, it had its sights set on her…
Her father had spent much time and effort connecting her with so many fateful ties, forcefully altering her destiny. The God Realm Prototype constructed by Mrs. Wang Meili most likely represented an escape from the fate influenced by it.
All signs indicated that it was definitely an enemy.
Thus, things that the enemy opposed and wanted to stop, calamities would undoubtedly make happen!
Encountering a mugger while walking at night and choosing to escape is to seek good and avoid harm.
Engaging in illegal activities and being pursued by the authorities while choosing to flee adds guilt upon guilt.
Although Luxianbei was terrified of d*ath, shaking with fear, she understood well that sometimes avoidance is shameful yet useful, while at other times, it’s merely a delay of impending tragedy.
She chose to avoid this time, but what about next time when Pestilence Taijie, Pink Fluffy Rabbit, or some other urban legend sought to wreak great disaster—would she flee then?
Of course, she could still escape next time, and even the time after that.
But what about the time after that?
One day, an enemy would raise its slaughtering kn*fe against those she cherished—against Jiang Li, Jumeng, Water Brother, Ancestor, Huasang, Du Sixian…
By then, when that immense shadow reappeared, preventing her from protecting those and what she wanted to protect, would she still be able to escape?
Although fleeing now might provide enough time for her to grow and increase her chances of overcoming the immense shadow, she was certain that the shadow would appear again.
Who could guarantee that its next appearance wouldn’t be tomorrow?
Such things are just like bullying; as long as one chooses to endure, the next occurrence will come quickly!
So, Luxianbei decided to defy its will…
Not waiting for an uncertain tomorrow but taking action today!
For some reason, at the moment she sent forth the Xuan Ying Luo Fu, it seemed as if someone whispered in her ear, a voice flashing through her mind.
It resembled the voice of the Proxy Player Sister, which often appeared ghost-like in her ears but was not entirely the same.
If one had to describe it, it was as if hundreds or thousands of Proxy Player Sisters spoke at once in her ear.
They said, “That’s right! Take control of your own destiny instead of letting fate control you!”
“Shut up! You’re so annoying!” Luxianbei muttered in her heart, sending out the great sword, then…
Heavy armor instantly covered her body.
Even reckless actions require some basic principles…
Who partakes in extreme sports without safety measures?
In such a moment, if she didn’t wear the Ling Tai Purification, when would she?
———
A piercing shriek suddenly erupted.
Brilliant white light burst from the sword blade of the Xuan Ying Luo Fu, spilling forth like scarlet radiance, sketching countless arcs of sharp energy in midair, weaving a curtain of light.
However, under the brilliance of the white light, the sound of flesh being torn did not arrive as expected.
When the white light dissipated, Luxianbei looked at the tip of the Xuan Ying Luo Fu pressed against the twisted flesh of the Haze God’s offspring, creating a shallow dent, her pupils trembled.
A shadow deeper than the night, like many hands yet not hands, swirled around the gathered light blade of the Xuan Ying Luo Fu.
Collapse began to spread from the tip of that umbrella bone.
The metal-like umbrella bone showed rust at a visible speed, then quickly fell apart, releasing wisps of black smoke.
“Buzz—!”
As if suffering immense pain, the Xuan Ying Luo Fu trembled, emitting a low, throaty hum.
At that moment, a foreboding thought crossed Luxianbei’s mind.
【Xuan Ying Luo Fu has shattered】
Luxianbei’s heart jolted violently; without time to think, she immediately withdrew her sword and turned around, instinctively guarding the Xuan Ying Luo Fu close to her chest.
The next moment, a terrifying shadow chasing after the Xuan Ying Luo Fu crashed into Luxianbei’s back.
A deep hum resonated from her limbs, as if her soul had been struck head-on by a hammer, stirring a pain that felt like it was disintegrating her body, leaving her numb and causing thick bl**d plasma to seep from her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
Inside her, spirit energy surged uncontrollably, emitting astonishing heat that transformed her entire body into a boiling furnace that tempered her soul.
Then, she felt something gradually peeling away from her body, like unwrapping fibers…
———
Jumeng had just finished treating Zhang Yu’s injuries, saving his life for another hour, and as she clapped her hands and raised her head to check on Luxianbei, an unprecedented sense of crisis engulfed her.
The massive underground space abruptly fell into silence.
Within less than a second, as if brewing enough power, from the dead silence erupted a sound like a flood, roaring like ocean tides.
In an instant, an icy wave of spirit energy radiated that could freeze someone’s body and stagnate their consciousness, plunging the surroundings into darkness.
The lights above and the flames on the ground still flickered, yet the light seemed sealed and could not spread.
The degree of night erosion within the entire space soared at an astonishing speed, and the once acidified fanatics began to writhe as if boiled, making slick and sticky sounds.
And at the center of all the anomalies stood Luxianbei, with the Xuan Ying Luo Fu shielded against her chest.
Then, like an illusion, a sound resembling snapping ropes echoed.
“Crack!”
In an instant, the disruption of Jumeng’s powers manifested; the countless fateful ties surrounding Luxianbei appeared vividly before her eyes.
Those crimson, radiant threads danced in midair, with one end disappearing into the void, as if anchoring Luxianbei in place.
Within the densely packed red threads, one had already snapped.
Then followed the second, the third, the fifth… increasingly faster, like a textile unraveling.
With each thread of fate that broke, an unsettling aura quietly rose from Luxianbei.
When the ninth thread snapped, Jumeng finally clenched her fists in rage and stepped forward.
As the goddess of fate, she would not allow anyone to destroy another’s fate in her presence!
