Chapter 31: Call the Mountain to Me!!

That was no ordinary blade tip.

Its design was grand and imposing, with a broad blade and a perfectly curved edge.

The spine was thick, ending in a sharp, hooked tip.

The entire blade head was about three feet long, its surface a deep jade green, absorbing the light that touched it, as if it were drawing it in.

Within the blade, faint glimmers flowed, pulsing as if the weapon itself was breathing.

At the junction of the edge and the spine, a giant dragon was intricately carved, spiraling upward, its mouth open wide.

This was… the Longdao Head.

Zhao Yingying’s breath caught completely.

She reached out with a trembling hand, her fingertips lightly touching the cold steel.

A vast and overwhelming power surged from her fingertip, flooding through her entire body.

She seemed to see a massive dragon roaring and twisting through a sea of clouds, its ancient cry echoing in her mind.

She had followed the Azure Dragon King for years, training with the spear, but Zhao Yingying had always felt a certain confusion in her martial path.

It wasn’t that the Six Harmonies Spear Art was weak, but compared to it, the ‘Overlord Sees the Mountain’ blade technique she had dreamed of years ago felt even more suited to her.

The sweeping blow she used to defeat Faluxir in the arena, the half-moon slash that severed fungal strands in the Parasite Fungus Cave—they all contained the hidden shadow of ‘Overlord Sees the Mountain.’

Yet to spare the Azure Dragon King’s feelings, she had only ever practiced the blade technique in private, never showing it to others.

So Master had known about ‘Overlord Sees the Mountain’ all along.

Her eyes burned, but she forced back the tears.

This was not the time for sentiment.

She grabbed the heavy Cangsoul Blade head—its weight far beyond what she had imagined, almost requiring all her strength.

Then, she looked at the broken Red Dragon Spear in her hand.

A bold and resolute thought formed in her mind.

She aligned the socket of the Cangsoul Blade with the broken end of the Red Dragon Spear.

The fit was… perfect.

As if it were destined.

She pressed them together with all her might.

A clear clang of metal rang out—sharp as a dragon’s cry.

The spear shaft and blade head joined seamlessly, the red dragon pattern and azure dragon carving intertwining at the junction, as if two divine dragons had become one.

A brand new, unique weapon was born.

The Red Dragon Spear was no more.

What she now gripped was the Cangsoul Blade, carrying the hope of her Master and the power of the Mountain Dragon King.

A sensation of power unlike anything before surged through her, flooding her entire being.

Supporting herself with the newborn divine weapon, Zhao Yingying felt the Cangsoul Aura within reignite her inner strength as she slowly stood up from the rubble.

Agony flared from the fractured bone in her right leg, but she merely grunted, using the new Longdao for support as she steadied herself.

Her gaze pierced the lingering dust, returning to the distant battlefield.

The icy blue light still glimmered, but seemed dimmer than before.

“Faluxir…”

She whispered hoarsely, her voice filled with unyielding resolve.

“I’m coming.”

—

In Faluxir’s ears, the sound of the Eternal Ice Coffin shattering mingled with the howling wind.

Her body was dragged by an irresistible force toward a darkness vast enough to swallow mountains.

She lifted her head, pale blue hair whipping across her face.

Above the endless darkness loomed two rows of gigantic ivory fangs, each larger than her entire body.

Viscous, dark green venom dripped between them, hissing into white vapor before it even touched the ground, corroding the stone below into bubbling pits.

Is this the end?

There was no fear in the mind of the God-favored, only a trace of regret.

She had failed to bring the Demon King Apostle’s information back to the royal city.

She hadn’t protected the young, resolute magical girls behind her.

She hadn’t… had a chance to taste the perfectly sweet signature ice cream at the Golden Iris Hotel one last time.

The hopeful, expectant eyes in the royal city would never see her again.

The world was rapidly consumed by the vast shadow, the light twisting and stretching, condensing into a fading pinpoint.

And as that final spark was about to vanish—

“Buzz!”

A golden web of light flared between Faluxir and the Abyss Lord’s massive jaws without warning!

[Jingwei Sage] had once again spread the golden net that had saved countless magical girls in the air.

It wasn’t meant to block the Abyss Lord.

Its purpose was to create a foothold—a single point of support!

Almost the instant the net appeared, a blood-soaked silhouette tore through the air with a piercing shriek, slamming into it!

“Boom—!”

The golden web shuddered violently.

It was a deep crimson figure.

Zhao Yingying.

She was in a wretched state.

Her Night Dragon Nation qipao, once form-fitting, was now tattered.

A massive wound on her left side revealed bone, and her exposed thigh was crisscrossed with bloody cuts from shattered stone.

Her face was pale as paper, but in her once-bright peach blossom eyes burned a madness hotter than the lava of the demon realm!

“Bas…tard…”

Her voice was as ragged as a torn bellows, but every word carried the weight to shake mountains.

With her still-intact right arm, she raised a massive, ancient blade before her chest.

This was her new weapon—the Azure Dragon Blade, Cangsoul.

“What… the hell is that, Azure Dragon Crescent?”

[Shadowfang Breaker] had been charging across the golden web, but Zhao Yingying somehow overtook him, her giant new weapon making him freeze in place.

“…Azure Dragon King Master… your child is unfilial…”

Zhao Yingying murmured softly.

It was less apology, more declaration.

“Today, I may not return!”

Before her words faded, Zhao Yingying poured all her Life Energy and Bloodline Power into the Cangsoul in her hand, holding nothing back!

A visible surge of earthen yellow energy exploded from her, roaring outward!

Her wounds ceased to bleed, for every drop of blood had vaporized, transformed into the purest energy—twisting into blood-red totem-like patterns winding around her body!

Her broken right leg was forced straight by the power, bone grinding with a sickening crack—not healing, but violently fixed in place!

“Over…lord…Sees…the…Mountain…!”

Zhao Yingying roared.

No wasted motion.

Both feet planted on the golden array web of [Jingwei Sage].

At the instant her soles touched the fragile magic net, it became as unyielding as bedrock.

Her waist twisted in an unwavering stance, guiding her right arm as she lifted the massive blade—almost twice her own height—slowly, inch by inch, above her head.

Time seemed to stretch.

Everyone watched as the colossal blade rose, distorting the light, thickening the air to syrup.

The Abyss Lord’s mountain-sized form wavered, its forward charge halted by an invisible force.

The blade reached its apex.

In Zhao Yingying’s eyes, the blazing fire extinguished, replaced by a silence as vast as a mountain.

She was no longer herself.

She was the mountain.

She was the blade.

Then, with a world-splitting motion and unstoppable will, she brought the blade down toward the gaping maw of the Abyss Lord—

The world itself seemed to fall silent at the slash.

Absolute silence struck every ear, followed by a deafening crash that seemed to rise from the depths of the earth.

“DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!”

It was as if two continents collided beneath the sea after eons.

An indescribable shockwave erupted from the blade’s contact with the Abyss Lord’s upper jaw, radiating outward in a ring.

“Crack! Crack crack crack!”

Wherever the shockwave reached, the earth was plowed, torn, and shattered as if by a giant iron plow.

“My god!”

[Shadowfang Breaker], closest to the impact, clapped his hands over his ears.

The force threw him from the golden web, sending him plummeting.

As he fell, he saw the Abyss Lord’s massive fangs—strong enough to crush city walls—shatter where they met the Cangsoul, webbed with fractures at the roots!

Then, with a mournful wail, the foremost giant tooth snapped and fell!

“ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOARRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!”

A deafening howl of agony and disbelief erupted from the depths of the Abyss Lord’s throat.

This was no longer a dragon’s warning, but the true cry of a wounded beast.

Its unstoppable charge—stopped dead.

Its massive head jerked back from the recoil, fetid dragon saliva and shattered tooth fragments exploding outward like a storm.

“Beast! Come again!”

Zhao Yingying’s momentum did not wane with the slash, but surged higher still!

Her burning blood and raging battle spirit whipped her tattered garments like a valkyrie.

This was the Overlord Sees the Mountain Blade!

No matter how towering the mountain, I will cleave it!

Overlord Sees the Mountain?

Let the mountain come to me!