Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 447 - 25 Consequences of a Failed Advance

The tide of time and space is like a puzzle.

This was a realization Wang Yunxiao came to after experiencing the wash of the time-space tide.

It couldn’t be said to be particularly accurate, as everyone’s cognition is different.

It could only be said to rather fit his own understanding.

This thing is like a jigsaw puzzle of tens of thousands of pieces that smashes into smithereens right before you.

Then, based on their own cognition or memory, everyone starts picking up the pieces, assembling the pattern they remember.

The Feathered Immortal who awakened from her slumber was quick and held down a palm-sized piece of the puzzle, stopping it from shattering completely. Wang Yunxiao hid on the side, and according to her pattern, he too was able to pick up a few pieces to complete a corner.

In layman’s terms, when high-level experts advance, a rookie of his level can enjoy the benefits of their aura.

But what pattern comes out of it is hard to say.

Wang Yunxiao didn’t know when he began to mutate. If he had to pinpoint the origin, it was probably when he started practicing the "Hundred Thousand Rivers and Mountains" Cultivation Technique, always feeling an itch all over his body, uncomfortable without a fight.

At the time, he thought it was a side effect of cultivating the technique.

Only now does he understand that it was the cultivation method that caused a deviation in his cognition, leading him onto the Heretical Path.

The Righteous Path of cultivation for the Garrison Soldiers always emphasizes mutual trust, teamwork, and stacking combat power with the advantage of numbers. In contrast, the Heretical Path leans more towards individual martial skills and judgment.

He didn’t understand before why the Heretical Path was also a viable option for cultivation; didn’t it sound like taking a shortcut? Why did Nurse Liu not strictly prohibit it, but instead only recommend choosing the Righteous Path?

Only now does he understand that due to differences in cognition between people, the Heretical Path naturally emerges and is unavoidable.

This is similar to the story in the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" where a group gangs up to beat Lv Bu. When Xu Chu, Dian Wei, Xiahou Dun, Xiahou Yuan, Li Dian, and Yue Jin teamed up and chased Lv Bu away, everyone praised the six generals of Cao’s Army for their prowess.

If it were Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei fighting against Lv Bu and driving him off, everyone would rant about Liu Bei being a dead weight, holding them back!

And no one finds that peculiar.

You often encounter these kinds of situations in real life.

Ideally, a group can easily handle an issue, but there will always be those who feel that if individual heroism isn’t highlighted, it’s not worth commending.

When practitioners of the Garrison Soldiers Dharma Gate sometimes face strong enemies and are embroiled in tough battles, some think they just need more brothers, and another team would make victory easy. Others think they are too weak, or those around them are, which is why they’re dragging their feet.

It is this difference in cognition that leads to the split of two schools within the same Dharma Gate.

If Wang Yunxiao’s previous progress in cultivation was about fifty percent on the Righteous Path and twenty percent on the Heretical Path, then this time-space shock has increased his progress on the Heretical Path by fifty percentage points, surpassing the progress of the Righteous Path.

Wang Yunxiao wasn’t sure whether this was good or bad. Once he joined the Heretical Sect, he would probably have to part ways with his brothers, but the increase in his combat power was also an urgent need for him at present.

If one’s aspiration is great enough, a syncretic approach isn’t out of question, but this depends on personal talent.

But his personal troubles were trivial compared to this world at large.

The protagonist here was always that recently awakened Feathered Immortal.

Even from Wang Yunxiao’s perspective, it seemed like she was a bit overstretched.

Thousands of Outer Dimension Fragments fell like a meteor shower, and Wang Yunxiao, having only been hit by one fragment, saw his ranking in Heretical Path cultivation jump by fifty percent.

And the Feathered Immortal, who bore the brunt of the assault, had endured impacts comparable to the bombardment of a heavy artillery brigade in these short few minutes.

It was akin to an ultra-luxurious buffet, with countless varieties enough to burst the intestines of any diner instantly.

You couldn’t just not eat; not eating meant wasting the admission fee.

The Feathered Immortal, with wings spread wide, began to devour the chunks of flesh amassed around her. Her body quickly swelled, only to be injured by falling meteors that tore massive wounds, spilling copious amounts of blood.

Her preparations were insufficient, or rather, she had made none at all.

According to the Black Dragon Egg, her former self had perished alongside the original Black Dragon Egg, and in desperation to survive, she had no choice but to abandon her past cultivation path and forcefully switch to one of the Twelve Laws to seek a slim chance of survival.

The specifics of the process were too sophisticated for Wang Yunxiao to understand at the moment; he only felt that the Feathered Immortal’s momentum was like the fluctuating curves on a stock exchange display—constantly oscillating with peaks and troughs, but overall, exhibiting a steady downtrend.

"She’s going to die!"

The Black Dragon Egg gloated, "This crazy woman truly deserves it. Who told her to..."

Before it could finish speaking, the Feathered Immortal raised her head and let out a mournful wail toward the sky.

Countless red ribbons fell from the void, enveloping her vast body like a canopy, gently covering her, shielding her from those plummeting meteors.

"Have you no shame!"

Seeing this, the Black Dragon Egg, which had enjoyed the misfortune before, instantly became agitated: "Can’t handle it and turn to your parents for help? Shanhu, have you no shame at all? Are you unable to take a loss? If you can’t take it, then don’t play! Go back home and drink milk, you wretch!"

However, matched with its current appearance, no matter how much it cursed, it seemed rather comical.

As the red ribbons fell, the turbulence of the space-time tides also began to subside.

The massive body shielded by the ribbons slowly dissipated, along with something ineffable in the void that had not yet condensed.

Advancement had failed; this was an obvious fact.

Yet, Wang Yunxiao had a faint feeling that the Feathered Immortal hadn’t perished.

When he looked in that direction from several blocks away, a name imbued with an ancient and vast aura naturally surfaced in his mind.

Soaring high and free, riding the pure energies, commanding yin and yang.

—Great Commander.

As he saw and understood the word, he also felt the other’s gaze upon him.

When he saw her, she saw him as well.

The first thing that caught Wang Yunxiao’s eyes was a pair of eyes unlike any human’s; profound and immense, as if they were the sky and sea of clouds themselves.

Then, a flawlessly white jade foot appeared before his eyes.

The woman, dressed in a blood-red dress, with disheveled hair, crossed thousands of meters in one step to appear before him; her gaze swept over him and settled on the Black Dragon Egg in the corner.

With a casual gesture, she grabbed the trembling Black Dragon Egg in her hand, and from the eggshell, clear cracking noises emanated.

"Who did you say can’t take a loss?"