Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 566 Profound Enlightenment

Relying on his superior strength, Xuanming clashed head-on with the monsters in the gray fog several times.

The monsters he had scattered reassembled, their bodies seemingly even larger than before.

Xuanming unleashed another attack, panting heavily: "Even I, a peak Battle Emperor, am helpless against these monsters. How are the other explorers supposed to survive?"

"That skinny pretty boy Mu Feigun must have had his pants ripped off by the monster."

"Ah ha ha ha ha."

Just thinking about that comical scene made Xuanming laugh, and even his fierce attack just now didn't seem tiring anymore.

The monsters were also not tired.

More and more monsters emerged from the gray mist, their eyes glowing crimson. They roared and charged toward Xuanming.

Xuanming said coldly, "I'd like to see just how sharp-tongued you are."

Since attacking is futile, we will cease our attacks.

He activated his peak-level War Emperor defense, slightly crouching his knees and crossing his arms in front of him, wanting to test the power of these monsters.

The next moment, the monster opened its mouth wide and pounced down on him.

As his body disappeared into the monster's gaping maw, the expected biting and excruciating pain did not occur.

As far as the eye could see, there was a gray, dark expanse. A cold mist swirled around me, and a gust of wind rose, chilling me to the bone.

The monster's roar swept overhead, and the thick, dark gray fog that had obscured everything receded from his sight like silk. The next moment, his vision brightened slightly, and Xuanming saw that he was still standing in the vast gray fog.

He was overjoyed.

As expected, the monsters were just bluffing; they were all formed from condensed gray mist and could not actually cause any harm to people.

But his joy lasted only a moment before Xuanming suddenly felt dizzy.

"not good."

Something is rapidly draining from my body, and a feeling of weakness washes over me.

"This monster..." His pupils trembled: "Soul Devourer!"

Soul Devouring, isn't that a skill of the ancient divine beast Qiongqi? Why do these monsters also use Soul Devouring?

He gritted his teeth, his weakened soul unable to support his peak War Emperor body. He stumbled forward, nearly falling to the ground.

More monsters appeared from all directions, closing in on him.

Besides the monster, there were also "corpses" that staggered up from the ground, stretching out their arms, baring their teeth, and wobbling toward him.

A sense of crisis gripped Xuanming, and he could no longer be as relaxed and carefree as before. He knew that if he let the monster "eat" him a few more times, he might be annihilated!

If I were bitten by a zombie, I wonder if I would become like them, a mindless walking corpse.

Xuanming suddenly raised his hand, releasing the pressure of a peak Battle Emperor.

The oppressive aura that swept over him made his heart sink again.

Whether they are zombies or monsters, they are completely unaffected by his aura!

Because of the decrease in his soul strength, he could no longer withstand the pressure. With a rapid gasp, he collapsed to the ground, his mental strength failing him.

"These ruins are truly fraught with danger..." he gasped for breath, his face extremely pale.

How to do?

Throughout his life, he boasted of having encountered countless extraordinary events and possessing talent far surpassing that of ordinary people. Before the age of thirty, he had already cultivated to the peak of the War Emperor realm and had never fallen into such a wretched state.

At this moment, facing these soul-devouring gray mist monsters, he discovered that ordinary cultivators, when faced with god-level soul attacks, have no choice but to surrender.

Fortunately, he had previously purchased a divine-grade Soul-Protecting Helmet to counter the evil magic of the Holy Light Temple.

Without further hesitation, he immediately put on the Soul-Protecting Helmet and conjured a long spear, also a divine artifact, in his hand.

He took a deep breath and faced the gray fog monster and the ferocious "zombies" that pounced on him.

Will it succeed?

Can it withstand it?

Xuanming quickly got the answer.

The spear pierced the gray mist monster's body, and the mist scattered suddenly, only to reform in front of his face.

It opened its mouth wide and swallowed him whole.

The stinging pain in his soul made the veins on the back of Xuanming's hand holding the spear bulge. The next moment, he felt his entire spiritual sea churning, and his soul being peeled away layer by layer.

The pain was so intense that his eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.

"what--!"

How could this be?

Why? Because they were completely powerless to resist.

He was clearly wearing a Soul-Protecting Helmet.

Is it...

"Could it be because I am not a god...?"

The artifact can defend against attacks from a war god, but these monsters born from the gray fog clearly do not belong to the category of "war god".

They originate from these ancient relics, from the divine power of the creator god.

"Ah—" The feeling of his soul being ripped away was too painful. As he watched one monster after another with its gaping mouth pass right through him, Xuanming fell into despair.

"Hehehehe." The zombies let out eerie laughter as they drew closer.

How to do how to do?

How to do!

His soul was still being peeled away. Veins bulged on Xuanming's forehead and his eyes bulged out. The extreme pain made him want to die, but his strong will to live told him that he could not die. If he died, who could save the world?

Relying on Qin Youyou?

Qin Youyou?

Qin Youyou!

The name appeared in Xuanming's mind like a thunderclap.

Yes, Qin Youyou!

"Heh..." He gritted his teeth, forcing a twisted and painful smile onto his face.

"I thought that I would eventually cultivate my own divine essence, and then form a contract with the dragon that appeared to me in my dreams. That way, even if Qin Youyou was the creator god, I wouldn't be inferior to her. But now..."

Now he finally understands just how vast the difference is between humans and gods.

"Perhaps I am merely a pawn in the hands of the gods, yet I presume to be extraordinary and hold myself in high esteem..."

At that moment, a sudden realization dawned on Xuanming's mind, and his body stiffened.

This realization allowed him to see himself clearly, a realization that the narcissistic man would never have had.

"The Mirror Image Law".

It turns out that he had always lived in the eyes of others, using their gaze as a mirror to crave status, position, and respect.

So much so that he himself couldn't see clearly what his true self was like beneath those arrogant and boastful words.

But at this moment, with no one else around, he could only face himself.

Having lost the mirror, he finally saw outside the mirror the Xuanming who was also afraid in the face of danger and panicked in the face of trouble.

He blinked in surprise, realizing his own growth, then looked at the approaching threat...

Haha, it's too late.

Even if you understand one more law now, it won't change the outcome.

and many more!

A flash of inspiration struck Xuanming, and he froze. He suddenly thought of a method he would never have considered before.

"What's the point of having a face when you're about to die?"

In the face of life and death, all pride becomes meaningless and futile.