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Yuan Chonghuan's heart trembled, his expression pained, yet his hand uncontrollably covered the opening of the formation.
A terrifying energy surged from Yuan Chonghuan's chest, striking against the Small Cauldron.
Inside the Small Cauldron, a series of rumbling sounds echoed as the two energies resonated with each other, like a furious dragon crashing into Buzhou Mountain, instantly shattering the sealing formation.
Transparent fragments of the formation scattered in all directions.
Zhuang Bifan suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring in disbelief at the unfolding situation.
That was a sealing cauldron crafted by two powerful beings, specifically designed to seal the Essence of Artistic Conception birthed by the Nine Origin Creation Ruler. How could it be so easily destroyed?
The Essence of Artistic Conception was absolutely unable to escape.
Unless Yuan Chonghuan was sabotaging it from within.
With this thought, Zhuang Bifan felt a surge of anger. Nearly a month of relentless effort had gone to waste!
He was truly on the verge of exploding with rage.
It should be noted that the Essence of Artistic Conception birthed by the Nine Origin Creation Ruler was something rare and sought after. To capture it was an immense fortune.
How many times could Zhuang Bifan hope for such fortune?!
If he missed this opportunity, he would never have another chance to possess an Essence of Artistic Conception.
This was a primordial celestial artifact that even powerful beings from ten thousand years ago fought over!
But no matter how much he yearned, Zhuang Bifan's rationality remained. He knew that once the Nine Origin Creation Ruler's Essence of Artistic Conception broke free, the surrounding area would turn into a desolate wasteland.
At that time, they would be completely unable to withstand the Purple Thunder Python at the center of the storm.
If they did not hurry to escape, they would surely perish here.
"Run!"
Zhuang Bifan shouted angrily, waving his sleeves wildly to push everyone back, while his own figure shot backward in retreat.
However, the sealed Essence of Artistic Conception had already broken free from the Small Cauldron.
In that instant of liberation, the world lost its color, fierce winds rushed in, and thunder roared.
It was as if a massive nuclear bomb had exploded, creating violent waves that formed a semi-arc Light Barrier, spreading for kilometers!
At the center of that Light Barrier was a ferocious beast face, looking down at Zhuang Bifan.
The grudge of the seal was irreconcilable!
Zhuang Bifan felt an unprecedented aura of death enveloping him, panic rising within.
Lin Qiubai also felt his eyelids twitching, blood pressure rising as he frowned at the front, waves of anxiety surging in his heart.
At this moment, where the strange beast stood, a thick purple energy beam surged forth, piercing through Yuan Chonghuan's back.
The purple energy continuously flowed into Yuan Chonghuan's body, causing him to slowly darken!
"Stop it! If it completes its transformation, we will all perish here!"
Zhuang Bifan's pupils contracted sharply, sensing something amiss.
He roared angrily, "All struggles are in vain!"
Yuan Chonghuan coldly sneered, pointing a finger. The hundred-meter-long Thunder Dragon crossed the Void, shooting towards Lin Qiubai and his six companions.
Along its path, space collapsed, purple flames consumed the fragments of space, Vital Energy was thrown into chaos, and the atmosphere changed dramatically, instilling fear.
This Thunder Dragon had surpassed the resistance range of Yuan Dan Realm cultivation!
"Fall back!"
Lin Qiubai's expression was grave as he unleashed the Three Thousand Ice Flame Blood Spear, creating a dense wall of blood that descended from above to shield everyone.
However, Lin Qiubai was only at the sixth level of Yuan Dan Realm. The Essence of Artistic Conception was a rare phenomenon born from the Vast World, and there was a chasm-like difference between the two.
Even the Sacred Spear could not withstand the hundred-meter Thunder Dragon and shattered instantly. The immense force caused Lin Qiubai to spit blood from his mouth and his chest to cave in.
Lin Qiubai was taken aback as the Taiyi Fish Diagram suddenly appeared before him, momentarily halting the Thunder Dragon's relentless advance.
With a lightness in his body, he crazily retreated in an instant amidst the flashes of lightning.
"Die!"
Yuan Chonghuan's face was icy as dark energy flowed down her face. She extended her palm, condensing a lightning sword. The extreme energy gathered visibly on the sword's body at an astonishing speed.
The fluctuations from the sword were despair-inducing; without a doubt, that strike could traverse thousands of meters of Void, leaving Lin Qiubai and Zhuang Bifan with nowhere to hide.
A Desperate Situation!
"No! Lin Brother cannot die!"
Yuan Chonghuan struggled, her actions completely beyond her control, yet she still retained some awareness.
Especially at the moment when Lin Qiubai faced a life-and-death crisis, her heart raced wildly, as if it were about to shatter.
A sense of suffocation spread through her body.
Anyone could be killed, but Lin Qiubai absolutely must not be harmed.
Yuan Chonghuan did not understand where this obsession came from. Even though she was merely an incarnation of the Source of the Wind's Essence, that obsession was unshakeable!
There was no reason, no expectation of results.
It was simply an obsession.
This was something the Source of the Wind's Essence had never anticipated.
It became frantic, wanting to force this body to unleash a world-shattering strike!
Once this strike was made, it would have no further concerns!
"Kill!"
A Thunderous Roar erupted in Yuan Chonghuan's mind, like a volcanic explosion.
But Yuan Chonghuan held firmly to that one point of resolve.
"I won't kill. I am not your Puppet, nor am I your tool!"
After saying this, Yuan Chonghuan's heart suddenly shattered, and blood gushed out from her seven orifices.
Her delicate face hidden beneath the mask turned pale to a shocking degree.
This action caused the beam of light piercing through Yuan Chonghuan's back to tremble violently, disrupting the entire Essence of Artistic Conception.
The face of the giant beast also twisted, as if it were in turmoil.
Lin Qiubai keenly sensed this change, flipping his palm to reveal the Nine Origin Creation Ruler.
It was only three feet long and two fingers wide.
On it were numerous depressions resembling meteorite craters.
The depressions were perfectly circular; from a distance, the nine depressions looked like collapsed planets.
"You... you..."
The strange beast behind Yuan Chonghuan shrieked in a trembling voice, panic-stricken. It was currently bound by Yuan Chonghuan, and Lin Qiubai had taken out the Nine Origin Creation Ruler!
The situation was extremely dire for it.
However, there was no time to hesitate. Lin Qiubai moved swiftly, raising the Nine Origin Creation Ruler and swinging it with all his might, striking fiercely at the void.
Smack!
A sudden thunderclap erupted!
The short ruler transformed into a massive energy staff, spanning hundreds of feet, and struck heavily against the light column behind Yuan Chonghuan.
The strange beast, tethered by Yuan Chonghuan, was forcefully hit by this staff, as if it had endured a thousand-pound blow. The excruciating pain tore through its body, causing it to roll and howl in agony in the void.
As the beast collapsed, the towering light column began to distort, its brilliance slowly fading away...
The millions of lightning snakes derived from the Essence of Artistic Conception instantly vanished!
At the moment of their disappearance, the Essence of Artistic Conception suffered a severe blow and was forcibly torn away from Yuan Chonghuan's body.
It formed a miniature planet surrounded by swirling hurricanes, securely embedded in the groove of the Nine Origin Creation Ruler.
The first scattered Essence of Artistic Conception returned to its place!
But Lin Qiubai could not feel any joy; he merely stood silently before Yuan Chonghuan and helped her up.
Her heart was shattered, and she was on the brink of death.
There was no way to save her.
Lin Qiubai slowly removed the jade pendant from her chest. She smiled—a pale and weak smile—that caused Lin Qiubai's heart to ache. He couldn't describe the feeling; it was as if his heart was slowly tearing apart.
"You saved me three times..."
"Heh, there are so many things I want to say, but there's no time left. Really, no time left..."
Tears welled up in Lin Qiubai's eyes as his body trembled.
He experienced for the first time how cruel the words "it's too late" could be!
"You say it, I'm listening!"
Lin Qiubai whispered fiercely into Yuan Chonghuan's ear.
"Live well, carry this with you, and travel through the Three Thousand Great Realms. Cherish everything around you, and don't wait until the end to say it's too late."
Yuan Chonghuan slowly placed the jade pendant into Lin Qiubai's palm, and then, the warmth of his hand gradually turned cold.
PS: This part of the story has ended. Yuan Chonghuan is dead...
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Xue Li needs to complete a set of exam papers.
Otherwise, it will be too late.
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