My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 667 - 440: I Don’t Believe It Either (Two in One)

Lu Ying did not know where she was.

Only pitch-black darkness enveloped her, and in the haze of disjointed consciousness, she vaguely realized she resembled a wandering ghost, drifting through a realm of deathly stillness. As she gained some clarity and lowered her gaze, she saw the ground was covered with crimson Manjusaka flowers, as red as blood.

It resembled the scene of the underworld.

"This... where is this place?"

Lu Ying pressed her head, puzzled and disoriented.

Just earlier... where was she? The Sword... the Sword Pool Secret Realm...

But how did she end up here?

Could it be... she had already died in her dream?

Lu Ying's breath quickened.

The sound of the wind arose with a whoosh, flattening the Manjusaka flowers to the ground. The wind carried a biting chill, and as Lu Ying raised her head, she saw a female crown draped in flowing white robes standing nearby, equally perplexed.

Rushing over in a panic, Lu Ying reached Yin Weiyin's side, yet before she could speak,

the sound of approaching footsteps came from afar, and Manjusaka petals scattered.

Both women instinctively looked up.

Two figures emerged, tongues long and trailing, one cloaked in black and the other in white. Their soul-reaping chains hung low, their tall hats inscribed with the words "Peace to All Under Heaven" and "A Single Glance Yields Wealth," both smeared with spots of blood that enhanced the ominous chill.

Black and White Impermanence!

Lu Ying's face turned pale with shock. Black and White Impermanence were not alone—behind them came Oxhead and Horseface, Night Patrol Deities, all progressing from the wilderness. In the distance, an endless pile of skeletons stretched like mountains, accompanied by faint cries of misery carried over.

"Both of you are dead. Enter our underworld, where goodness is rewarded and wickedness is punished. The soul-reaping chains claim lives!"

Black Impermanence declared loudly. In an instant, two soul-reaping chains hurtled through the air.

Lu Ying gasped in shock and instinctively raised her sword to block. Yet the eerie soul-reaping chains passed straight through the sword and pierced into her soul. With a sudden tug, Lu Ying staggered, almost collapsing into the Manjusaka flowers.

Yin Weiyin, standing nearby, reacted quicker. With one hand, she formed an incantation, summoning golden light to envelop her entire body. The soul-reaping chains collided with the light, producing an explosive crash like the clash of stone and metal.

"What audacity! How dare you defy the ultimate laws of life and death!"

White Impermanence roared furiously, his expression twisting into one of wrathful rage.

Yin Weiyin remained unmoved, her brows slightly furrowed as if in deep thought.

Seeing this, Lu Ying attempted to form an incantation herself, but the soul-reaping chains yanked violently. She cried out in pain, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. Looking toward the horizon, she saw the icy skeletons and the oppressive deathly energy of the underworld suffocating her.

The gazes of several ghost messengers were still fixed on Yin Weiyin.

Having guarded the mountain for over three hundred years, resisting the inevitable was not unheard of.

They sneered faintly,

Let one's resolve be steadfast—does the defiance of death truly matter?

Before King Yan, is there any logic to resistance?

Boom!

A heavy sound reverberated, startling them as the Manjusaka flowers erupted into the air. Lu Ying looked up to see the corner of a massive figure come into view.

It seemed the skeletons were writhing, trembling—countless pale heads emerged, dragging a heavy object forward. The ghost messengers all made way, clearing a path for the massive entity to arrive.

And there it was—a spectral carriage, driven by countless malicious ghosts, breaking forth from the shadows.

The fierce and brutal ghost messengers lowered their heads in reverence, then kneeled.

"We humbly greet King Yan!"

The carriage came to a heavy stop as the voice echoed.

The curtains lifted slightly, revealing a pair of shimmering ghostly eyes—sharp, cold, and brimming with authority within the shadows!

This was King Yan.

His voice rang out grandly: "Who dares to defy the law of fate?"

As he spoke, an invisible pressure descended like a towering mountain. The sinister wind howled fiercely, threatening to strip layers of flesh from their bodies. Countless malevolent ghosts fixed their overwhelming gazes, suffocating all beneath them.

Lu Ying could barely breathe.

"Is this… the underworld?" The female crown in snow-white robes suddenly spoke, as though seeking confirmation.

The gigantic King Yan looked down upon the female crown, whose figure appeared pitifully insignificant by comparison.

Black Impermanence chuckled coldly.

"Were this not the underworld, how could we have shown ourselves?

Do you believe... this is merely a nightmare?"

The female crown shook her head.

"No."

Her response fell upon listening ears, with her inner emotions flickering for just an instant.

Success!

White Impermanence caught that momentary ripple in her mental state. The soul-reaping chains shot through the air!

The sharp edge bore down mercilessly, yet two fingers rose elegantly, halting the chain in mid-air.

The faces of the ghosts paled with shock, then froze in disbelief as Yin Weiyin's lips curled into a smile.

"What a… splendid dream!"

Between Yin Weiyin's brows, a deep, luminous blue radiance emerged—it was profound, bottomless, and filled the ghosts with dread as King Yan from the carriage trembled uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the ethereal blue figure, her flowing robes billowing against the wind, landed before the ghosts, now wielding a Magic Sword. Her otherworldly presence and serene demeanor were utterly chilling!

Nascent Soul?!

It was a Nascent Soul?!

The carriage shuddered violently, and the ghost messengers felt icy chills crawl down their spines.

Yin Weiyin raised a hand and pointed—it shattered all the soul-reaping chains instantaneously. Free from bondage, Lu Ying stood stunned, gazing at the female crown in white robes.

The crown ascended with the wind, rising straight into the heavens.

The Magic Sword radiated countless beams of light, as clouds surged in from every direction to form an ocean towering countless miles high. She seemed like an Immortal descending to the mortal world, her laughter echoing hauntingly:

"I've returned to Nascent Soul!"

As her words faded, countless lightning bolts crashed among the clouds. Thunder roared like a storm, pouring ink-like destruction toward the underworld!

A single strike split the skies. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The once-mighty King Yan fled in a panic, scrambling to escape.

Boom!

Ghost messengers were shredded by the raging lightning, their screams crashing like tidal waves.

......

Scattered embers floated in the thick, impenetrable night, as Min Ning lowered her waist blade, leaning on it with one hand while drinking quietly.

Over the past six months, she had postponed her Martial Arts training—but her ability to drink had markedly improved.