Chapter 245: I’m Here to Save You

Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Five: I’ve Come to Save You

Bai Lu had just parried a poisonous demonic sting aimed at her back when she suddenly felt a familiar aura. She snapped her head around, her pupils shrinking and her heart skipping several beats.

‘It’s him?! Why is he here?! No! Why did he come?! What is he doing?!’

“Go back! Go back now! If you die here, what was the point of all my hard work and persistence today?!”

“Jiang Huai, go back!!!”

Her cold voice was tinged with such vivid panic and fury for the first time as she screamed.

How did he dare to come? If he fell here, what would happen to Jianjia? Would their daughter have to shoulder everything he left unfinished?

What about those promises and the future?

Jiang Huai seemed deaf to Bai Lu’s heart-wrenching cries.

His black robes billowed, and his black hair danced wildly in the fierce wind. His eyes remained calm. He reached into his robes and pulled out a small, translucent white porcelain bottle that he had kept close to his body.

Jiang Huai’s appearance instantly drew the attention of all the Outworld Heavenly Demons.

To them, that Yin-Yang aura was more dazzling than the sun and more terrifying than a nightmare.

“That aura… it’s a Yin-Yang Body?! And it’s a male cultivator!”

“That’s right! A Yin-Yang Body—he really delivered himself right to us!” another voice cried out in ecstasy.

“As expected! Our strategy was correct! No one is protecting his path in this life. Heaven is truly helping us!”

“Not just the Five Provinces! If we kill him, the Immortal Realm will also fall into eternal silence!”

“Kill him! Let the world return to its rightful chaos and peace!”

After a brief moment of shock and joy, dozens of black shadows turned like vultures smelling carrion.

The vast majority of the overwhelming offensive poured toward Jiang Huai.

Only three or four shadows remained to entangle the already badly wounded Bai Lu, preventing her from interfering with this once-in-a-lifetime hunt.

A Great Ascension Stage White Dragon Clan Leader was certainly important, but compared to the chance to thoroughly kill a Yin-Yang Body, the choice was clear.

Bai Lu watched as Jiang Huai was instantly surrounded by a sky full of demonic shadows.

Fear and anger shattered her last bit of composure.

Her cold, beautiful face collapsed for the first time, twisting into a mask of madness.

“Jiang Huai!!!”

She roared hoarsely, recklessly trying to break through the obstruction. she unleashed frantic sword light, not even hesitating to trade injuries to clear her path.

She couldn’t! She could never accept such an ending!

Her lover, the last hope of the Five Provinces—how could he fall here just to save her?!

If this was the end, she would rather die here herself.

At the center of the storm, Jiang Huai remained incredibly calm.

Focused, he faced the demons attacking from all sides with their killing moves without the slightest fear.

His expression was indifferent, but a hint of excitement flickered in the depths of his eyes.

Excitement—it was as if a tiger had broken into a flock of sheep.

The hunting instinct in his blood was triggered, revealing terrifying fangs. Even if this tiger was only a cub.

The Two Energies of Yin and Yang around him were no longer deliberately restrained; they erupted outward with his thoughts.

The shadows in the lead involuntarily slowed down. Like sheep facing a tiger, even if the tiger was young, the suppression from their bloodlines made them instinctively shrink back.

“What are you panicking for?! He’s just a Nascent Soul!” a relatively calm demonic voice shouted, trying to steady the ranks. “Take this chance to end the trouble forever!”

This shout woke the demons, and their killing intent surged!

Countless pitch-black sword lights, corrosive poisonous stings, twisted tentacles, and soul-stealing demonic sounds wove together into a web of destruction.

Jiang Huai stopped at that moment.

Standing in the air, he gently opened the small porcelain bottle, and a drop of Essence Blood floated out.

Inside that blood, a miniature stellar river seemed to be spinning.

Yin-Yang fish chased each other, and the radiance of the Five Elements rotated through life and death, with the shadow of a small world faintly visible within.

It was the Origin Essence Blood left behind by the previous generation’s Yin-Yang Body!

Then, a light flashed from Jiang Huai’s storage ring, and a transparent crystal coffin stood before him.

Inside the coffin lay a woman dressed in simple green robes, her face peaceful as if she were sleeping.

She was tall, even more so than the famously slender women of the Black Dragon Clan.

Even without any signs of life, she naturally exuded a supreme majesty that had weathered ten thousand tribulations and looked down upon all living things.

She was the previous Yin-Yang Body.

“Senior, I am forced by circumstances. Forgive my offense,” Jiang Huai whispered before slamming his palm against the coffin!

The lid flew open!

The floating drop of Essence Blood, as if pulled by an invisible force, turned into a streak of light and precisely entered the woman’s forehead.

In an instant, the clouds changed color and heaven and earth shook in unison. With the crystal coffin as the center, a surge of Yin-Yang spiritual power as vast as heavenly might—dormant for untold ages—suddenly erupted.

Pure, ancient, and supreme!

The countless demonic path attacks sweeping toward him crumbled, vanished, and were blown back while they were still ten feet away from Jiang Huai.

The dozens of surrounding shadows were hit as if by an invisible giant hammer, retreating violently with blood-curdling screams.

Their demonic shadows collapsed and struggled to reform, filled with horror.

The woman in the coffin slowly walked out.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and her face remained peaceful, but the mark of Essence Blood on her forehead radiated brilliance.

Her internal small world was briefly awakened by this drop of shared blood.

Weak spiritual springs began to flow through the dried-up riverbeds, and small patches of green sprouted on the desolate land.

Though it was far from her state when she was alive, it was enough to terrify the demons.

“Is that her?! Impossible!” an Outworld Heavenly Demon shrieked, its shadow fluctuating so violently it almost dissipated on the spot.

“She clearly died! Think of the price we paid back then to…”

“Bai Lu is still alive, so could she also…”

Panic spread.

The terrifying memories of being dominated and hunted by the Yin-Yang Body during the Primordial Era were resurrected along with this figure.

However, Jiang Huai’s face turned pale at a rate visible to the naked eye, and his body swayed slightly.

Just using that one drop of Essence Blood to initially wake the remains had almost instantly drained all the Yin-Yang spiritual power from his body.

His Dantian throbbed with pain, and the spiritual light of his sword flight dimmed significantly.

‘It’s not enough. The power of one drop of Essence Blood can only do this much. I can’t truly make her fight, let alone rescue the two of them.’

“Wait!” the relatively calm Outworld Heavenly Demon shouted after observing closely. “She has no real life force! It’s just a shell! That boy is controlling her!”

“So it’s just a corpse. You gave me a scare,” another shadow said, its Demonic Qi reconsolidating as its killing intent flared again.

“Destroy the corpse! Kill the boy!”

The encirclement began to tighten again.

This time, they were more cautious, waiting for Jiang Huai to exhaust himself or show a weakness, fearing he might have another trump card.

Jiang Huai felt the emptiness and weakness in his body, but his eyes grew sharper.

He took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and used his fingers like a blade to slash his left wrist without hesitation.

Blood sprayed from his wrist.

Guided by the Yin-Yang power, it turned into a stream of blood like a crimson ribbon, winding upward and pouring into the Essence Blood at the woman’s forehead.

Two generations of Yin-Yang Bodies shared the same bloodline origin.

His blood was the best fuel to briefly activate the previous generation.

The speed at which the blood drained was staggering.

Jiang Huai could clearly feel his life force and body temperature rapidly leaving with the blood.

His cheeks quickly hollowed out, his skin lost its luster, and his muscles visibly shriveled.

His originally well-fitting black robes became loose and empty.

Infused with the fresh, shared blood, the light of the Essence Blood suddenly flared. The previous generation’s Yin-Yang Body snapped her eyes open.

There was no spirit in her eyes, only the rotation of black and white.

She reached into the void with her right hand, and a longsword formed from Yin-Yang power appeared out of thin air.

Its blade was an interwoven mix of black and white; its mere existence caused the surrounding space to ripple constantly.

An even stronger, more terrifying Yin-Yang pressure erupted from her.

“Not good! Fall back!” The previously calm demon’s voice completely changed pitch, filled with fear.

But it was too late. The previous Yin-Yang Body locked her gaze on the nearest shadow.

She took a single step—a simple movement that seemed to shrink the ground—and instantly appeared before the shadow.

The Yin-Yang Dao Sword swung down silently.

The Outworld Heavenly Demon, which possessed Great Ascension Stage cultivation, didn’t even have time to scream.

Under the shroud of the sword’s light, its black shadow melted and vanished like snow under the sun, starting from where the blade touched its neck. Not even a sliver of Demonic Qi escaped.

The other Outworld Heavenly Demons flew back madly.

For a moment, their formation was in chaos, and the air was filled with terrified shrieks.

“Steady yourselves! That boy is almost finished! He can’t last much longer!” the calm voice roared again, though it couldn’t hide its own trembling.

And it was true.

Jiang Huai’s body was now hunched, his face transparently white, and his breathing as weak as a flickering candle in the wind. Every heartbeat brought a deeper wave of dizziness. Black spots appeared in his vision, and his ears buzzed incessantly.

‘I can’t delay any longer.’

He forced out his last bit of essence, commanding the remains to swing a sword toward Bai Lu’s location.

“Bai Lu, go! Take Chi Huang back with you. I have my own ways!”

The black and white sword light tore through the sky, instantly slashing through the demonic shadows entangling Bai Lu.

Like a hot knife through tofu, two shadows were annihilated, and the rest scattered in terror.

Bai Lu’s body jolted, her Dragon Eyes instantly blurred by tears.

She bit her lower lip, taking a long look at the figure in the distance—emaciated yet still standing straight—before looking at the dying Chi Hong deep within the dark clouds.

‘Go! Listen to him!’

Military instincts and absolute trust in her husband overrode all other emotions.

She suddenly turned, transforming into a blood-stained White Dragon.

With a sweep of her Dragon Claw, she grabbed several unconscious Dragon Race elites nearby and headed toward Chi Huang.

Chi Huang was picked up by Bai Lu without a word. She struggled desperately in a panic, her eyes brimming with tears.

“Clan Leader White! Let me down! Jiang Huai! Master!!!”

She didn’t want to escape alone; she was the one who brought Jiang Huai here. She would rather die than live with such guilt.

Although her cultivation and talent weren’t as good as Jiang Huai’s or even Chi Lian’s, her proud nature had not been erased.

She had her own integrity.

She couldn’t watch her Master and Jiang Huai die here.

It was just death. What was there to fear?

Bai Lu ignored Chi Huang’s cries.

With tears in her Dragon Eyes, she swung her Dragon Tail, increasing her speed as she turned into a streak of white light and disappeared over the horizon.

Sensing Bai Lu’s aura fading into the distance, the last weight on Jiang Huai’s heart was lifted.

He slowly turned his neck, casting his gaze toward the imprisoned crimson dragon shadow.

At this moment, the Outworld Heavenly Demons, after their brief panic, were replaced by absolute fury and madness.

They saw that Jiang Huai was at his limit and wanted to take this chance to kill him once and for all while he was at his weakest.

They were so afraid that they didn’t dare resist, yet so afraid that they were willing to risk everything.

The river of blood at Jiang Huai’s wrist continued to flow, connecting him to the remains that exuded a heaven-toppling pressure.

His figure was now as thin as a skeleton, his skin clinging to his bones, and his eyes sunken deep into their sockets.

“Kill!”

A low growl that didn’t sound human escaped his throat.

With a sudden motion of his withered fingers, the floating remains moved accordingly, and the Yin-Yang Dao Sword erupted with brilliant light.

He moved with the sword, turning into a world-shocking rainbow as he crashed toward Chi Hong without looking back.

Wherever the sword light passed, the demonic shadows crumbled, wailed, and retreated. He actually managed to tear a path through the airtight encirclement.

Chi Hong’s consciousness ebbed and flowed amidst the erosion.

The numbness of impending death kept her from feeling too much pain.

‘Am I going to die?’

‘Master, is this the Great Tribulation you spoke of? I’m afraid I won’t be able to see you again.’

‘Then what about my destined match? Where is the one you calculated?’

In her daze, she seemed to hear a roar and felt a warm, vast life force approaching.

But beneath that life force, another aura was rapidly fading away.

She used all her strength to painfully lift her heavy eyelids.

What met her Dragon Eyes was a sword light.

A sword light of interwoven black and white. Behind the sword light was a face.

A face that was pale, thin, with high cheekbones—almost unrecognizable as human.

His eyes were very bright and clear.

Beneath his withered form, those eyes became even more prominent.

Chi Hong recognized him.

A hand as thin as a withered branch tightly gripped a sword flickering with light.

“Clan Leader Chi Hong.”

“I’ve come to save you,” Jiang Huai rasped.

The sword’s blade, wrapped in Yin-Yang power, sliced through the heavy demonic obstacles like tearing through old cloth, splitting them in two.