Shrouded Sky

Chapter 170 - Pushing The Saintess Down

The Radiant Light Saintess let out a sharp scream as her snowy-white ear was bitten. It wasn’t just the pain, it filled her with shame and anger, destabilizing her divine sense. The light at her forehead dimmed slightly.

Ye Fan’s divine sense, sharp as a sword, transformed into a golden beam, slashing toward the Radiant Light Saintess’ sea of consciousness while he pressed down on her body to avoid being thrown off.

Between her brows, a diamond-shaped mark appeared, blooming like an immortal flower breaking through water, emitting rays of auspicious light that blocked the golden beam.

Ye Fan’s heart stirred. The strength of the Saintess' divine sense exceeded his expectations, nearly matching his own.

He focused his mind, urging the power of his sea of consciousness. The golden lake within surged, streams of golden energy flowing out like waves, forming a sword in the void, charging toward the diamond-shaped mark.

Their bodies were entangled, each feeling the other’s warmth. Below, the Saintess' body, soft and slender like warm jade, radiated bursts of godlight, nearly throwing Ye Fan off several times.

Ye Fan held the advantage in divine sense power. Despite her strength, the Saintess couldn’t match him. The golden lake, deep as an abyss, continuously poured out mental energy, starting as a trickle and then surging like a mighty river.

The Saintess' face paled, her stunning features filled with shock. The diamond-shaped mark on her forehead faded slowly, gradually suppressed.

In that moment, she decided to take a risk. Slightly retracting her focus, her godpower surged, and a god-spirit emerged from her Dao Palace, preparing to attack Ye Fan.

Her momentary distraction left her more vulnerable in the divine sense battle, nearly allowing Ye Fan to breach her sea of consciousness. Her body trembled.

The golden beam pressed forward rapidly, shaking her mind. With a soft cry, colorful light swirled in her sea of consciousness, and the diamond-shaped mark blazed anew.

At the same time, the god-spirit from her Dao Palace fully materialized, stepping forward. Clad in shimmering silver armor, she seemed like a goddess descending to the mortal world.

Her black hair flowed, her snow-white skin contrasted with the silver armor, exuding an indescribable aura, both the allure of a temptress and the sanctity of a goddess, blending into a duality that shifted with perspective.

She looked identical to the Saintess but appeared dazed, her beautiful eyes lacking a spark of life.

Indeed, the true Saintess was locked in battle with Ye Fan, and this god-spirit, formed from her Dao Palace, lacked a guiding consciousness, standing silently.

“Slash!”

The Saintess let out a soft cry, taking a desperate gamble by diverting a wisp of divine sense to control the god-spirit. In that instant, Ye Fan’s divine sense blazed like fire, surging forward, dimming the diamond-shaped mark. In a fleeting moment, he reached the “gate” of her sea of consciousness, poised to break in.

Simultaneously, the god-spirit’s black hair fluttered, her silver armor gleaming, her stunning face coming alive with a spark in her eyes. Yet her movements remained stiff, her body’s potential not fully awakened.

Clang!

She drew the divine sword at her slender waist, its blade gleaming like autumn water. Raising it high, she resembled a goddess descended to slay demons, radiating holy light.

Whoosh!

The god-spirit swung the sword down, aiming to cleave Ye Fan in two. At the same time, Ye Fan’s divine sense breached the Saintess' sea of consciousness, casting glimmers of light inside.

Both were resolute, she aimed to shatter his body, erasing his form to kill him, while Ye Fan sought to crush her sea of consciousness, destroying her divine sense and soul to eliminate her.

Clang!

The radiant divine sword, exuding piercing cold, slashed down.

Ye Fan’s instincts were sharp. Holding the Saintess, he rolled swiftly, dodging the strike that carved a ten-meter-deep gash in the grassy ground. The sword’s terrifying power was evident, had it struck him, the consequences would have been dire.

He bit down harder on her crystalline ear, refusing to let go, as they tumbled over a dozen meters.

Thankfully, the god-spirit moved sluggishly, guided by only a wisp of divine sense, unable to unleash its full power.

“Ah…” The Saintess cried out as her sea of consciousness was breached, the golden beam surging inside like a river.

Ye Fan unleashed his strongest mental force, aiming to shatter her divine sense, rendering the external god-spirit a rootless flower.

Her sea of consciousness was a pristine world, clouds swirling, with the Saintess standing gracefully ahead.

In this heart-sea world, time seemed frozen, imperceptible. The Saintess feigned calm, saying, “I didn’t expect your divine sense to be this powerful…”

Ye Fan had no time to waste with a killing god-spirit outside. He lunged forward to attack.

“Little Brother Ye, you can’t kill me,” she said coldly, swiftly retreating to the sky of her heart-sea world.

The golden beam soared, pressing closer, reaching her in an instant.

“My divine sense is my strongest weapon, yet yours is even more terrifying,” she said while fleeing.

Ye Fan didn’t respond. His golden divine sense formed a giant hand, striking with a bang.

Puff!

Her ethereal form blurred, wounded, and she fled faster, diving into the depths of her heart-sea.

Clang, clang, clang!

The golden beam split into hundreds of sword lights, shooting like a meteor shower to shatter her.

Whoosh!

Her stunning figure vanished into the clouds. At that moment, Ye Fan sensed danger. Above the heart-sea, amidst misty clouds, a massive palace emerged, pressing toward him with overwhelming force, like a starfield, impossible to resist.

“What’s happening?” Ye Fan was shocked. Her divine sense was clearly weaker, so how could she wield such terrifying power?

The Saintess' light laughter echoed as she stood within the grand palace, like a fairy of the Jade Lake, surrounded by swirling clouds. “No matter how cunning you are, Little Brother Ye, today you’ll meet your end. Don’t worry, I’ll bury you properly.”

Ye Fan retreated with all his might but found himself unable to escape. The massive palace sealed the space entirely.

“Why is this happening?” he asked, stunned. “How can there be a palace in your sea of consciousness?”

The palace above, like the mythical Lunar Palace, was shrouded in moonlight, ethereal and hazy, accentuating the Saintess' otherworldly beauty.

“This is a secret treasure I found as a child in an abandoned cave at Radiant Light Sacred Ground, called the ‘Lunar Palace.’ Its true power is immeasurable,” her manifested divine sense, indistinguishable from her real self, said. Her skin was snowy, her cheeks delicate. “Since I obtained it, it embedded itself in my forehead, nurturing my divine sense to an extraordinary level over the years. I never expected to be suppressed by your divine sense today. It’s truly surprising.”

“The Lunar Palace… fixed in your forehead, nurturing your divine sense?” Ye Fan was astounded. It was an absolute treasure.

“So, your death is not unjust. I’ll send you on your way, Little Brother Ye,” she said, glowing with holy light but smiling with captivating charm, like a peerless enchantress.

The Lunar Palace, like the mythical Moon Palace, radiated watery moonlight, pressing down slowly. Everything below faced annihilation, Ye Fan’s divine sense flickering like a candle, on the verge of collapse.

“Wait!” Ye Fan shouted. “Radiant Light Saintess, I still don’t know your name…”

“Yao Xi!” Her red lips parted, uttering the two words, but she didn’t stop. The massive Lunar Palace pressed down heavily.

In this divine sense space, time felt eternal, likely due to the Lunar Palace. Ye Fan fought to break free.

In the outside world, his golden lake at his forehead dimmed, then blazed into a golden sun, shooting out.

Crack!

It plunged into Yao Xi’s forehead, shaking her divine sense space. The sealed space tore open, and Ye Fan’s two strands of divine sense merged, dodging the descending Lunar Palace to appear in the distant sky.

Yao Xi frowned, frustrated by her near success.

Ye Fan paused in the distance, not retreating immediately. He laughed, “I understand now. The Lunar Palace can only rise and fall, locking nearby space. You can’t wield it freely, which is why you lured me there.”

“Even so, what can you do?” Yao Xi sneered, calm and composed. “With my divine sense within the Lunar Palace, you can’t touch me.”

“True,” Ye Fan nodded, then laughed loudly. “I’ll trap your divine sense here and send a wisp of mine to ‘consummate our union.’ Let’s see if you can stay calm.”

“You…” Yao Xi’s composure faltered.

“Here I go!” Ye Fan laughed, splitting off a wisp of divine sense and speeding away. “To the bridal chamber!”

The Lunar Palace was fixed in Yao Xi’s forehead, where time nearly stood still. As Ye Fan broke free, only an instant passed outside.

His wisp of divine sense returned to his forehead, and his body regained awareness. He was still biting her delicate, beautiful ear, its fragrance intoxicating.

Whoosh!

Nearby, the god-spirit swung its sword again. Ye Fan leaped up, holding Yao Xi and retreating. The god-spirit moved slowly but remained a threat.

With her divine sense trapped in her forehead, unable to break free, her soft, divine body, though brimming with power, couldn’t harm him.

“Radiant Light Saintess, if you don’t come out, we’re entering the bridal chamber now,” Ye Fan laughed.

Though his godpower was sealed, his physical strength was formidable, allowing him to move like the wind, outpacing the sluggish god-spirit.

Bang!

Ye Fan threw a fierce punch at her body, but it didn’t break. A starry sky appeared on her skin, like a divine battle garment, radiating mysterious light. He was shocked, realizing she was far from ordinary.

Boom!

Yao Xi’s forehead blazed with godlight as she struggled to break free, terrified of Ye Fan’s recklessness.

Though her divine sense couldn’t fully escape, she sensed the outside world. Injecting a trace of divine sense into her body, she cried, “What are you doing?”

“Measuring your chest and buttocks…” Ye Fan laughed.

“Scoundrel!” Yao Xi nearly fainted from rage.

Holding her, Ye Fan sped forward, quickly leaving the sluggish god-spirit behind.

One arm encircled her slender waist, feeling its softness, while his other hand roamed, teasing, “You look so light and graceful, yet some parts are so full…”

“You…” Yao Xi was on the verge of passing out.

“Where it should be full, it’s full; where it should be slender, it’s slender. Truly remarkable. If I threw you into a crowd, many men would go mad for you…”

Biting her earlobe, Ye Fan said, “If you want to deal with me, be ready to pay a price.”

Yao Xi’s body shimmered with faint light, soft and alluring, her fragrance like orchids. Her slender neck, white as jade, glowed faintly, her hair brushing Ye Fan’s face like a spring breeze.

“Ye Fan, I’ll kill you!” she cried.

“Two choices: let me control your divine sense, or we consummate the marriage now.” Ye Fan, one hand around her waist, the other roaming, laughed, “Make your choice.”