Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road

"I have read in books and seen on TV that protagonists always use their blood to activate something," Shenlian Yingyue said enthusiastically, ignoring the pain on her forehead.

"Still, you could have cut your finger instead of banging your head like that," Shenlian Yinzhu said helplessly. He took out a handkerchief, intending to wipe the blood off, but she shook her head.

"Wait, brother. Don’t wipe it yet. Since it’s already bleeding, let it bleed," she insisted, beating her chest confidently. "Besides, don’t make that expression. I’m fine. My head is quite hard and strong, just like my physical body."

Shenlian Yinzhu turned his gaze toward the giant door, and at that moment, his lips twitched uncontrollably. He noticed that the supposedly indestructible door had cracked slightly.

Wait, no...

Before either of them could react, he grabbed her into his arms and flew backward, distancing them from the door, just as it suddenly collapsed.

Shenlian Yingyue: "....."

Shenlian Yinzhu: "....."

This couldn’t be real, could it? She didn’t think her skull was powerful enough to knock down a giant door made of rock and metal.

At that moment, a strong calling surged through her, urging her to step inside. Her expression lit up with eagerness. Was this the feeling her brother had been experiencing? She only felt it now that the door was broken, which meant either the door had sealed whatever was inside from her, or she had been too weak to sense its calling before.

She shook her head. Either way, now that the door was open, she wasn’t going to waste another second. But just as she prepared to step forward, they suddenly turned around.

"You ran out of the prison, sister. Why are you so naughty?" Run Jue’s voice carried amusement as he tilted his head. Despite their obvious hostility, he appeared relaxed. The terrifying presence from earlier had vanished, replaced by an innocent, sunny demeanor.

At this moment, he stood there with a helpless smile, as if Shenlian Yingyue were nothing more than a spoiled daughter who liked to run away from home.

Shenlian Yingyue didn’t want to waste time on him. He wanted to drag her back to the prison and wait for Run Chu to torment her. She wasn’t foolish enough to go back willingly. A black fan, carved with golden flowers and silver vines resembling snakes, appeared in her hand, Xuan.

"Yue’er, get inside first. I’ll deal with him," Shenlian Yinzhu instructed. In his hand, a silver-golden silk began to glow with mesmerizing light. The moment it appeared, the surroundings brightened.

The silk shimmered with a blend of silver and gold, glowing softly like captured moonlight. It floated weightlessly, drifting like a cloud, yet possessed unbreakable strength, stronger than steel, yet light as air. A fabric of pure magic, both ethereal and indestructible. It could split open mountains and seas.

She watched as the silver-golden silk floated around Shenlian Yinzhu as if it were alive.

This silver-golden silk was one of the Nine-Pointed Artifacts of Celestial Spirit, which he had obtained from the Abyssal Throne Ruins when they were separated. He had found his own opportunity.

She had seen him use this silk in battles against powerful demonic creatures before, and its power was absolutely astonishing.

Since he was using it now, it meant he wanted to end the battle quickly.

"Brother, be careful. I’ll wait for you inside," she said, then rushed forward.

Run Jue, who attempted to chase after her, was stopped by Shenlian Yinzhu.

"Your opponent is me," he stated firmly.

Run Jue didn’t react to Shenlian Yingyue calling Shenlian Yinzhu "brother." He simply assumed Shenlian Yinzhu was her contracted beast, summoned from her contracted space.

"You look strong, but do you really think you can stop me?" Run Jue’s expression was unreadable. He couldn’t see Shenlian Yinzhu’s true form, nor could he sense his cultivation level, but it didn’t matter.

The two stood silently, facing each other. In an instant, both rushed forward, unleashing their skills as they clashed in fierce combat.

The silver-golden silk moved with incredible speed, each strike cutting through the air like a blade. Every time it struck the walls or ceiling, a loud impact echoed, shaking the entire area.

Run Jue’s expression turned serious. He had finally met an opponent as powerful as himself. He had hoped to avoid using his unique skill, but he also wanted to end this battle quickly.

He couldn’t allow her to escape before his sister had punished her.

Meanwhile, Shenlian Yinzhu didn’t hold back. He released his full power, as if venting his frustration over how his sister had been caught in this white lotus teenager’s scheme.

Run Jue’s sharp eyes caught a glimpse of his opponent’s slender wrist and smooth hand, which extended from his wide sleeve.

This man, he was younger than thirty.

Run Jue, who took great care of his beauty, knew at a glance that Shenlian Yinzhu’s flawless skin was natural, not preserved by spiritual power.

A man under thirty who possessed strength equal to that of thousand-year-old Immortals? That was shocking.

Boom!

Run Jue flinched slightly, touching the long wound that had appeared on his elegant face. The silver-golden silk had slashed him. Blood gushed out. He licked his own blood, and for a moment, his eyes flashed with obsession.

Shenlian Yinzhu noticed the strange shift in his expression. He knew Run Jue’s taboo secret, his sister had told him.

"You fell in love with your own sister. How does it feel?" Shenlian Yinzhu asked coldly.

He knew this blood reminded Run Jue of Run Chu.

In the past, whenever he bled, he had often stared at his own blood in a daze. He would think of Yue’er, feeling both pain and pleasure, caught in the torment of loving someone who shared his blood.

Run Jue, lost in his own world, suddenly widened his eyes. He lifted his gaze toward the cloaked figure before him, "Y-You!"

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Meanwhile, Shenlian Yingyue had no idea how the battle between her brother and Run Jue was progressing.

She seemed to have stepped into another universe.

The vast expanse shimmered with trillions of stars, each twinkling like tiny jewels in the endless dark. Auroras danced across the cosmos, painting the void with waves of luminous color.

Towering pillars, carved from the very fabric of space, rose into infinity, their surfaces swirling with galaxies like frozen rivers of light.

A great platform, weightless yet solid, drifted in the cosmic sea, glowing with an ethereal radiance. This was a realm where time held no meaning, where the universe itself seemed to breathe.

"This is amazing," she whispered as she walked onto the floating platform, her eyes filled with appreciation and wonder.

Who had designed this place?

The moment she stepped onto the platform, she noticed its intricate details.

The platform floated in the cosmic void, its surface gleaming like polished stardust. Rising from it were towering pillars, each intricately carved with mandala lotuses and ancient, twisting vines.

Serpents of pure energy coiled around the lotuses, their glowing forms slithering through the sacred patterns. The pillars pulsed with a quiet, otherworldly power, as if whispering the secrets of the universe.

"Wow, it’s so beautiful here," Xiao Yun floated beside her, followed by the others.

"Indeed, so beautiful and surreal," she murmured, closing her eyes.

As she embraced the overwhelming energy and surreal beauty, the entire platform seemed to glow faintly. She focused, trying to connect with the voice calling to her from beyond.