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As Mu Qinglong spoke, he attempted to move towards Gu, only to be ensnared by a pale pink chain that bound his body. When he used his spiritual power to shatter that chain, another one wrapped around him, as if it were infinite.
No, that would mean my death.
With that, Gu slowly lifted his legs, rising higher into the air. Radiant flames blazed around him, once again reducing his clothes to ashes. The fierce moonlight reappeared on Gu's chest, a ball of sacred fire floating before him.
In the east, a formation filled with Light Talismans began to coalesce slowly. The cultivators from the World of Mortals and those from the Ninth Underworld were all enveloped within this formation. Chains of Light Spirit Power converged, accurately targeting every Nine Nether Cultivator and spreading towards them all.
At this moment, Gu's eyes were completely filled with blazing light. Suspended in mid-air, he resembled Chongming Guang from three years ago—how imperious he had been then, and how unstoppable Gu appeared now.
Mu Qinglong struggled for several moments without success, while Dong Lai remained calm. He sensed the power of the formation and realized that everyone was in danger. He then looked at Gu with a hint of provocation.
Everyone, don’t mind that formation; let those World of Mortals cultivators take action. Don’t forget our mission.
No.
The temporarily halted battle erupted once more into a scene drenched in blood, as Wei Wuyou coldly regarded Mu Qinglong.
What should I do? Wei Wuyou asked.
Those people over there are seeking death; so am I.
Is he really that strong?
He isn’t, but Yan Dong and his group are.
Mu Qinglong slowly exhaled a breath of foul air. Yan Dong's method of operating the Formation was evident to every cultivator present from the World of Mortals. Before killing each cultivator, they would choose to channel their power into the Formation. Although Yan Dong and his group had the advantage in numbers, that advantage would not last much longer.
As time passed, the strength of the Formation would likely increase dramatically. At that moment, his life could no longer allow the Formation to become increasingly terrifying. If the person controlling the array could no longer hold on, it would naturally disperse, and that would be his opportunity.
Wei Wuyou noticed this as well and understood it. However, he knew that before he could control the Formation, the person above him would likely make a move against Mu Qinglong. He probably wouldn't be able to wait for that moment.
"I was wrong," he had said before; that was his life.
Saying this, Gu Qing gently removed the Yin Yang Canopy from his left leg. In an instant, light as bright as the Blazing Sun enveloped the entire battlefield. In just a moment, Bu Luo absorbed all external energy, yet even so, it caused tremendous vibrations.
Outside the secret realm, one could see the lake surface suddenly radiating brilliant light. It was impossible to see anything clearly; no one knew what was happening inside. Although it was extremely brief, some people reacted differently at that moment.
For those days, he had been pondering why someone like him, who had nothing, sought to live. But just now he understood what Xiazhi wanted to tell him: if he didn’t know why he lived, it was better to live first and then seek out the reason for living. Whether or not he could find it was another matter entirely. Right now, he was alive and wanted to continue living; thus, he thought: I don’t deny it. Let’s die.
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, had just escaped from the Chessboard and witnessed the terrifying scene unfolding in the east. One by one, Golden Core Stage Nine Nether Cultivators seemed to evaporate, beginning to dissolve into that world. The ice and snow of Cold Mountain Summit were rapidly melting away as chaotic Spiritual Energy began to return to some order. Some dried-up rivers were now filled with water.
Watching Yan Dong's scene, Xiao Zhang and Yang Sheng suddenly recalled what had been said earlier in the tent: Tenglan had lost; if they fought again, victory would belong to him—and I don’t deny it—Tenglan.
Now both of them suddenly believed it. Any cultivator capable of producing such a phenomenon in heaven and earth was respected as a senior and referred to as a Great Master. Despite Yan Dong's lower cultivation level, his realm had likely already surpassed everyone present and deserved to be called a Great Master.
At this moment, in the eastern part of the World of Mortals Transcendence, there were no more enemies left standing.
It was over; Yan Dong's defeat was certain and irreversible.
An old cultivator with fiery red hair suddenly removed the mask he wore on his face. They were all Death Warriors, a group of elderly individuals summoned by the Nine Nether Sect, nearing the end of their lifespans. They were willing to participate in this plan to ensure that their descendants would no longer be threatened by the harsh environment of the Ninth Underworld. They did not care about sacrificing themselves, though some could not afford to be sacrificed.
"Let it burn."
Wei Wuyou remained silent.
"My lord, please..."
After speaking, the Old Cultivator closed his eyes and detonated his spiritual well, hoping to break through the Formation.
"Child, go!"
Another Nine Nether Cultivator chose to explode violently in martyrdom. Mu Qinglong remembered him; he was a cultivator from Lutuo Pavilion, someone he had only met once—the Old Cultivator.
"It’s time. One day, they will return."
Watching those who had chosen not to escape like him and the other two, Mu Qinglong clenched his fists tightly and turned towards the opening that had been created.
He would never forget everything that was happening behind him—the sacrifices made by those who had fallen. The moment Mu Qinglong stepped out of the Formation, he urged all remaining Nine Nether Cultivators to retreat.
Holding back tears, gritting his teeth, and stubbornly resolute, Mu Qinglong vowed that one day he would return. When that time came, he would surely reign over the World of Dust.
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