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The figure in the black robe was surrounded by a swirling aura of dark energy, clearly having developed a murderous intent. I waved my hand, and several Silver Needles shot out, aimed directly at his face. He dodged effortlessly with a flash of movement, sneering, "A mere trick!"
I couldn't afford to be careless; I continued to shoot Silver Needles while skillfully maneuvering my feet to keep my distance from him. The black-robed man was incredibly powerful, and for the moment, I found myself unable to gain the upper hand.
"Stop!" A deep voice rang out, carrying an undeniable authority.
The black-robed man paused, turning to the source of the voice and bowing respectfully, "Leader."
From the depths of the hall emerged a tall figure, also clad in a black robe, wearing a golden mask that concealed all but a pair of deep-set eyes. He stepped between us, his gaze falling on me with an assessing look.
"Is this the one you said wanted to disrupt the ritual?" His voice was low and magnetic but carried an icy chill.
The black-robed man knelt on one knee, "My incompetence allowed her to infiltrate."
A chill ran down my spine. Was this person the leader of the mysterious force? The dark energy surrounding him was even more potent than that of the black-robed man, exuding a faint yet oppressive aura that made my heart race.
"Why do you want to stop me?" I met the gaze behind the mask and asked in a low voice, "Do you not understand what kind of disaster resurrecting the demon god would bring?"
He fell silent for a moment before slowly responding, "Disaster? This world has long been a Purgatory..."
His voice carried an indescribable sense of desolation and despair that made my heart tremble. Did he have some untold suffering?
His words struck me like a sharp blade, painfully piercing my heart. I opened my mouth but found myself at a loss for words. Indeed, this world is one where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, filled with deceit—much like Purgatory for many.
"Have you... also endured much suffering?" I asked tentatively, unconsciously softening my tone.
He remained silent for a long time. The eyes behind the mask seemed shrouded in mist, making it hard to see clearly.
"I was once a prodigy of a righteous sect, filled with aspirations to protect the world..." he began slowly, his voice low and hoarse as if echoing from a distant past. "But I was betrayed by those I trusted most, falsely accused and hunted down, ultimately cast out from my sect and became a pariah..."
His voice was filled with pain and resentment as if he wanted to tear apart everything in this world. I could feel the intense hatred deep within him; what kind of despair must one endure to cultivate such terrifying resentment?
"So you chose to conspire with beasts, wanting to destroy this world?" I tightened my grip on the Silver Needle, my voice trembling slightly.
Suddenly he lifted his head, his gaze piercing as if trying to see through me: "Destroy? No! I want to create a new world—a world without betrayal, without deceit, without the survival of the fittest!"
At that moment, a muffled groan interrupted us. I turned to see Du Ming clutching his chest, his face pale with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"Du Ming!" I exclaimed in shock and rushed to his side to support his swaying body. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine..." he gritted through the pain and managed to give me a reassuring smile.
"You’re injured!" It was then that I noticed the deep wound on his chest that exposed bone, blood pouring out and staining his clothes.
"It's just a minor injury; it's nothing..."
"You're hurt like this and still say it's nothing!" I exclaimed anxiously, quickly pulling out a pill from my pocket to give to him.
"Stop!" the leader suddenly interjected, his tone laced with a hint of urgency. "This injury can't be treated with ordinary pills..."
He grabbed my hand, speaking rapidly, "Let me see!" I was momentarily stunned, not fully processing what was happening before he pried my hand open to examine Du Ming's wounds. His movements were rough but carried an underlying tension that he himself seemed unaware of.
"This is... the Netherfire?" His brow furrowed, and for the first time, there was a trace of panic in his voice. "How could this happen..."
My heart sank. The Netherfire was a unique flame from the demon realm, possessing extreme corrosiveness and destructive power. Once contaminated, even a Celestial Being would find it difficult to eradicate. How could Du Ming have been injured by such a thing?
"Who are you? How do you know about the Netherfire?" I asked suspiciously, keeping my gaze fixed on him.
He fell silent for a moment before slowly removing the mask from his face, revealing a handsome yet somewhat weathered visage. In his deep-set eyes flickered complex emotions—pain, struggle, and... a hint of regret.
"My name is Ye Lan. I was once a disciple of the guardian beast of the Celestial Realm— Qingluan," he said in a low voice tinged with bitterness. "Back then, I sacrificed everything to seal the Demon God, even falling into darkness myself, ultimately being exiled by my sect..."
"Seal the Demon God?" I looked at him in astonishment as a sudden realization struck me. "You... you know how to seal the Demon God?"
He nodded, determination flashing in his eyes. "The Demon God is about to break free from his seal; only I know how to completely seal him again. Otherwise, the entire Cultivation World will face utter destruction..."
A mix of emotions surged within me; I never expected that this mysterious leader we had always viewed as an enemy bore such a heavy burden.
Du Ming struggled to speak, weakly saying, "Lingxi, promise him that we will join forces to stop the Demon God..."
I took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil within me, and nodded solemnly. "Alright, we will join forces!"
A glimmer of hope appeared in Ye Lan's eyes as he quickly pulled out an ancient stone tablet from his robe. It was covered in dense runes and radiated powerful spiritual energy.
"This is..."
"The key to sealing the Demon God!" He didn't have time for lengthy explanations as he handed me the tablet. "Time is of the essence; we must act immediately!"
However, just then, an unprecedented terrifying pressure suddenly descended! The entire world seemed to change color; fierce winds whipped up dust and debris as if doomsday had arrived!
"This is bad! The Demon God is about to break free from his seal!" Ye Lan's expression changed drastically, fear filling his eyes. "There's no time left..."
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