TIC Chapter 65: Heaven Creates a Small Fantasy Realm

At the same time, at the other end of the distorted space.

“How…could this be..”

Fang Zhilong’s face was pale as a ghost. His teeth chattered, and his legs, injured by the flying flames of light, could not stop trembling.

In his hand was a spiritual jade bead that could transmit messages even within this space. He roared in despair, “How could this be?…What’s going on?! I did everything you told me to do!”

A chaotic darkness surrounded him, and distant sounds of explosions rang in his ears.

His mouth and nose were covered in blood, and he could barely keep himself upright. Clutching the spiritual jade bead in both hands like a lifeline, he said fiercely, “Didn’t you promise that only Fang Zhiyuan would die? Didn’t you promise to keep me safe?!”

A faint voice came from the spiritual jade bead. “Oh, then of course I lied to you.”

The tone was filled with infinite sarcasm, as if a high and mighty god was smiling at the foolish moth that was actively flying into the fire.

“You—” Fang Zhilong felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, and he moved his trembling lips. “You…how dare you…”

 A laugh came from the jade bead.

“Who the hell are you?” A vein budged across Fang Zhilong’s forehead, his eyes bloodshot. “If you dare kill me, the Fang family will never let you go!”

The darkness around him seemed to become impossibly darker, and the spatial turbulence became even more intense. Another streak of flaming light shot by, and several more explosions rocked the space. 

The voice within the jade bead paused, then suddenly said calmly, “The Fang family? Don’t worry. Soon there won’t be anyone in the Fang family left.”

Fang Zhilong felt as if his neck was being strangled.

His throat gurgled, and he said in extreme fear, “You–”

The laugh came again. “But I still have to thank you, little ant, for being so obedient and helping me get rid of some people standing in my way.”

A flash of light in the darkness illuminated Fang Zhilong’s bloodless face. He stared at the jade bead, his voice trembling. “Who are you…? Your eyes, your eyes…”

“Gold…”

An explosion mercilessly swallowed up Fang Zhilong’s last word.

…

“—Zhiyuan!!”

Lin Fuqing reached out and hugged Fang Zhiyuan tightly. The man’s head rested on his shoulder, and the blood coming from his mouth soon soaked his white fur collar. 

Lin Fuqing’s entire body had gone cold.

“You…”

He was so stunned that he could hardly make a sound.  

Fang Zhiyuan coughed twice and said hoarsely, “It’s okay, just a minor injury…Let go.”

As he spoke, he struggled out of his senior brother’s arms and took out the rusty Fang family iron knife from his Qiankun bag.

With Zaiya gone, this handful of scrap metal was better than nothing.

Lin Fuqing stared at Fang Zhiyuan in a daze, his thoughts already shattered into a blur. “The Soul-Bearing Array, how could you…”

It shouldn’t be like this.

In fact, when Fang Zhiyuan had set up the formation on him, he thought about this little troublemaker’s temper and something like an injury-exchanged formation was the first thing that came to mind.

So he’d secretly cut his wrist and found that nothing seemed to have happened. This had made him more at ease. 

But it turned out to be a Life-Bearing Soul Array. 

This kind of formation would only activate if the person’s life was truly threatened, and it was said that no one could break it except for the person who had put down the formation in the first place. It was the highest-level formation among all wound-exchanging formations. 

Even Lin Fuqing himself wasn’t confident that he could fully master such a formation.

That was why it shouldn’t have been like this. 

Unlike Lin Fuqing, who was unrestrained and eager to learn a little bit about everything in his youth, Fang Zhiyuan only specialized in one area. Apart from wielding a sword, he focused on little else.

Logically speaking, with Lin Fuqing’s proficiency in formation talisman, Fang Zhiyuan had been exposed to formation since he was young. But in fact, apart from the sect’s Heaven and Earth Protection Formation, Fang Zhiyuan paid little attention to even low-level formations, and Lin Fuqing had teased him many times about it. 

He suddenly felt a sense of crisis. 

The chaotic space around them twisted, pushing them sideways. A few steps away, the flames swelled, signaling that another explosion was imminent. 

In the blink of an eye, Lin Fuqing thrust his sword forward, habitually trying to block Fang Zhiyuan.

Tunan’s light suddenly increased, clear and bright, like a silver moon falling into the water.

A flash of red light appeared, and then it exploded with a bang on Tunan’s side. 

The raging flames swept through Lin Fuqing’s black hair. He felt the tremendous heat wave and impact, but did not feel any pain in his body.

The silver magic circle flowed quietly, and a suppressed groan of pain sounded behind him.

The firelight from the explosion illuminated Fang Zhiyuan’s pale cheeks. His eyelashes were half-closed, and his sword-like brows were slightly furrowed in pain, leaving a clear mark between his brows.

“Fang Zhiyuan!!”

Lin Fuqing turned back angrily, with coldness in his eyes.. He hadn’t felt this tormenting sense of heartache and powerlessness in a long time. “Remove the formation!!”

Fang Zhiyuan gasped. “I don’t…”

Before he finished speaking, the space beneath their feet began to roil. The two of them had been only a few steps apart the moment before, and the next moment they were already three or four feet apart.

“Zhiyuan!” Lin Fuqing was startled. He carefully avoided the turbulent space and flew to catch up, but he saw a stream of light in the darkness ahead that was faster than him. “You retreat first…”

“No need.” Despite having suffered serious internal injuries, Fang Zhiyuan was still surprisingly strong at this moment.

His eyes were fierce, and instead of retreating, he advanced, pouring his spiritual power directly into the broken iron knife in his hand, and chopped straight down at the fiery light!

Clang! —

With a sharp sound, the ordinary sword could not withstand the huge force from both sides, and cracks appeared on the sheath.

Tunan Sword finally arrived, its blade slicing down with perfect accuracy. Under attack from both sides, the chaotic light finally shattered, and the explosive force pushed both men back three steps each!

Blood began to flow from Fang Zhiyuan’s lips again, and his face turned frighteningly pale.

The streams of light came from all directions again. Unable to gather together for a moment, the two of them had to fight on their own, looking for an opportunity to get closer.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Fuqing finally landed beside Fang Zhiyuan, supporting his swaying body with one hand, and choked out, “Remove the Life-Bearing Soul Formation… Zhiyuan, please, I beg you.”

Fang Zhiyuan gasped and raised his eyes, the light in his eyes seemed to be a little dim, “…”

“If you take my injuries like this, you’ll be dead if it happens twice more,” Lin Fuqing said through trembling teeth, forcing himself to remain calm. “Fang Zhiyuan, wake up. This is not the time to act like a spoiled child… Listen to me and withdraw the formation.”

Silence lingered in the dim light for several breaths. A wry smile played across Fang Zhiyuan’s bloodstained lips. “…I can’t withdraw, shi-ge.”

“Can’t withdraw…”

Lin Fuqing nearly laughed with anger, thinking that this person was still making up stories and denying things at this time. 

But when he saw Fang Zhiyuan’s stern eyes, he suddenly realized… Zhiyuan was not joking, he was serious.

“…I really don’t know how… ahem… I don’t know how to dismantle this formation.” Fang Zhiyuan’s voice was hoarse. “You know I don’t really practice the art of formations and talismans…”

“This Life-Bearing Soul Formation was originally… something I learned during the last period of my previous life.”

A hazy light appeared in Fang Zhiyuan’s eyes, as if he was recalling something, but his body gradually leaned weakly in Lin Fuqing’s arms.

The spiritual energy in his hand holding the knife was difficult to maintain, and the ordinary knife was instantly crushed into powder by the huge force and scattered.

“I… cough, cough cough… I was thinking at the time that if I learned this formation, I could take on some of the negative energy that was backlashing from you…”

Lin Fuqing was in so much pain that he couldn’t make a sound. It felt like there was a hole in his heart, and wind carrying broken ice was rushing in.

“But I really don’t have the talent for it.” Fang Zhiyuan’s eyelids gradually drooped, and his voice became weak, like a mutter to himself, “I didn’t learn it until I died… It was only after I was reborn…”

After a pause, his Adam’s apple moved slightly, and he chuckled, “Now I can finally use it…”

Lin Fuqing closed his eyes and said, “…Stop talking, stop talking, regulate your breathing and gather your strength.”

He stroked Fang Zhiyuan’s back repeatedly, his eyes fixed on the darkness and raging fire around him. He opened his mouth to soothe him softly, “It’s okay, it’s okay, we’ll be out soon… I’ll settle the score with you then.”

But how to get out?

Fang Zhiyuan would not be able to withstand additional injuries. But this happened so suddenly, how could he find a way out….

“A fantasy realm,” Fang Zhiyuan whispered hoarsely in his ear, “Let’s find and enter a fantasy realm…It’ll allow us to catch our breath.”

“Alright.” Lin Fuqing followed Fang Zhiyuan’s gaze and saw another halo of light floating in the darkness. It was just too far away, and in this turbulent space, there was no telling when it would be swept away again.

Lin Fuqing’s eyes flickered, and he tapped on a few acupuncture points on Fang Zhiyuan’s body. He whispered, “Hold on for a bit more…Don’t fall asleep.”

Now that things have come to this, he could only take a gamble.

Fang Zhiyuan seemed to chuckle, but Lin Fuqing couldn’t hear clearly. His five senses no longer focused on the surrounding space; instead, he was completely focused on the Tunan sword in his hand.

Since returning to this world, Lin Fuqing had not pushed his sword intent to this extreme.

Even when facing Wang Zhe, he only used his mind and spirit, and did not rely entirely on the sword in his hand.

However, whether it was Immortal Lin from Xuyun or Demon Lord Lin of Snow Bone City… from the beginning to the end, he was also a sword cultivator.

A sword cultivator was destined to entrust his life to the three-foot-long sword in his hand.

Lin Fuqing’s nature had always been somewhat indifferent. He was idle and relaxed, not at all competitive or ambitious. As a result, his mind had always been clear and his heart calm, and he rarely became excited. 

However, at this moment, with a desperate force, he used most of the spiritual energy in his meridians and swung his sword into the rolling darkness. The Demon Lord, who thought he was no longer young, suddenly felt that the sword he was holding was burning hot.

The sword’s edge split the darkness like bright lightning splitting the dark clouds.

The dark fog cleared, black smoke dissipating. 

His sword energy had actually torn up the chaotic space.

Lin Fuqing held Fang Zhiyuan in his arms and hurried forward. No longer holding back, he drained all the spiritual energy in his meridian and dantian, turning into a residual shadow that shot toward the fantasy realm. 

When he forcefully broke through the spatial turbulence, what would inevitably follow would be even more violent fluctuations. If he wasn’t able to make it into the fantasy realm, they would be at risk of death when a new attack came.

As expected, the dark waves surged like a tide, followed by the red light that foreshadowed an explosion. In an instant, it swept from behind to the front, filling his field of vision.

The fantasy realm was already before his eyes.

Suddenly, a dazzling purple light flashed from Lin Fuqing’s sleeves, and a small shadow spread its wings. “Chichichi–”

A pale purple star pattern suddenly rose up around the two of them. Star threads wove into a semicircular shield, blocking out the flaming lights outside.

Boom–!!!

A deafening explosion sounded.

Just as Ziwei turned into a stream of light and fell listlessly back into Fang Zhiyuan’s sea of ​​consciousness, the exploding wind and waves pushed Lin Fuqing and Fang Zhiyuan straight into the fantasy realm.

The sky and the earth spun, and a huge wave splashed up.

The freezing cold river water swallowed them whole, causing Lin Fuqing to shiver all over. He quickly used qigong to hold his breath.

Fang Zhiyuan leaned quietly on his shoulder. Despite the shock of falling into the water so suddenly, he didn’t react at all and didn’t move at all.

The river was swift, but Lin Fuqing managed to carry Fang Zhiyuan up to the surface. With a loud splash, they emerged from the water at the same time.

Panting, Lin Fuqing looked around. The sky and clouds were light pink, and the plants on the riverbanks were strange and unfamiliar.

As expected, they’d entered a fantasy realm.

Lin Fuqing turned and patted Fang Zhiyuan’s back, calling his name. He thought Fang Zhiyuan had fainted, but unexpectedly, the man was still conscious, and he turned his shoulder weekly when called.

“Shi-ge…” Fang Zhiyuan raised his head, eyes half-lidded, and said in a hoarse voice, “The river water is freezing…Let’s go ashore first.”

The river water seemed to be no ordinary water; it was extremely cold. Lin Fuqing’s face had already turned icy white, his lips blue. When Fang Zhiyuan mentioned the cold, his shuddered belatedly. 

Ever since he was tortured by the backlash of yin qi in his previous life, he had actually become very afraid of the cold. Normally, the spiritual energy protecting his body would prevent him from noticing the cold, but now that it was depleted, even the cold was difficult to resist.

Just as the two were about to swim ashore, Fang Zhiyuan suddenly asked in a low voice, “Shi-ge…have you calmed down?”

Lin Fuqing gritted his teeth, turned his head, and pressed a kiss to Fang Zhiyuan’s forehead. 

Unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, then he asked cautiously in a hoarse voice, “We’ve only been together for a few months, you… you’re not… going to divorce me, are you?”

“…”

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