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Join the ServerAs her essence drained away, Shen Zhaoqing’s body began to change at a terrifying speed.
Her skin, once fair and supple, instantly lost all its luster, clinging to her bones like dried orange peel.
Her glossy black hair quickly turned withered and gray from the roots, like autumn grass stripped of all nourishment.
Her body trembled and shrank; the flame of her life visibly dwindled from a blazing fire to a flickering candle, then to the last wisp of smoke.
Her consciousness had already sunk into endless darkness.
The sealed emotions prevented her from feeling fear or sadness.
Yet the excruciating pain of being forcibly stripped from the very depths of her being still made her soul shudder.
It hurts so much…
Like someone using a rusty, dull blade to scrape away bone, blood, meridians, soul… everything, from her body, inch by inch.
Is… this death?
Perhaps that’s good.
Dead, and she wouldn’t have to be entangled by those troublesome women anymore. Dead, and she wouldn’t have to ponder what kind of damned ‘constitution’ she had.
Dead…
She would finally see the old innkeeper who always sat behind the counter with a smile, refilling her gourd with clear water.
A drop of icy liquid slipped from the corner of her tightly shut eyes.
‘It’s over.’
Yaoguang Saint Lord watched the increasingly pure source power within the Longevity Cauldron, a satisfied smile finally spreading across her face.
Just ten more breaths.
After ten breaths, the Dao Source Constitution would vanish from this world, leaving only a Ninefold Reversion Soul Pill that would grant her eternal life.
But then…
“Crack—!!!”
The sky above the Sacrificial Platform exploded.
Everyone, including the triumphant Yaoguang Saint Lord, instinctively looked up.
The azure sky, sealed tight by the mountain-guarding formation like an iron bucket, had split open. A massive, menacing spatial rift appeared like the single eye of a demon opening.
Inside the rift was not the void of darkness, but violent spatial turbulence capable of tearing apart a Return to Void realm expert.
What… is this?!
Forcefully breaking the spatial barrier for ultra-long-distance teleportation?!
Who?! Who has such heaven-defying means?!
Yaoguang Saint Lord’s pupils contracted. For the first time, a sense of foreboding surged in her heart.
In the next second, her premonition came true.
Three streaks of light—or rather, three ‘human-shaped projectiles’ launched by Yan Wusheng as ‘cannonballs’—burst out of the spatial rift, carrying boundless fury and killing intent, stumbling yet utterly determined!
Bang!!
The first figure was as swift as a startled swan, as fast as lightning!
It was a sword light, cold as snow.
Before the light arrived, the sword intent of the ‘Ultimate Emotion Severing Sword Art’, enough to freeze the soul, had already dropped the temperature of the entire Sacrificial Platform by dozens of degrees.
Gu Chang’an stumbled in mid-air, clearly suffering internal injuries from the brutal space transfer. But her gaze, upon seeing the inhuman figure of Shen Zhaoqing at the center of the platform, instantly froze.
Time seemed to stand still.
“Zhao… Qing…”
A barely audible murmur escaped her lips, which were bitten so hard blood seeped from them.
The next instant, the stillness erupted into a monstrous blaze of fury.
“Yao! Guang! Saint! Lord!”
She enunciated each word. The Frostbright Sword in her hand let out a mournful cry. The crack on the blade, formed from a shattered heart, did not expand but was instead filled with pure killing intent, bursting forth with a sharpness that could sever space!
Dao Heart?
Her Dao had long ceased to be about ‘Ultimate Emotion Severing’.
Her Dao, from beginning to end, was only one thing.
And that was—Shen Zhaoqing!
Whoever dared to touch her Dao, she would… kill them!
“Boom—!!!”
Almost at the same moment Gu Chang’an landed, another figure, even more violent and overbearing, crashed like a blood-red meteor onto the other end of the Sacrificial Platform.
Terrifying demonic qi instantly dyed half the platform dark red. Countless blood-colored rose petals danced in the air, each petal sharp enough to cut through space.
Ling Shuangjue’s white clothes were snow-pure, her frosty hair wildly flying.
She didn’t even look at Shen Zhaoqing.
Because she dared not.
She feared that one glance would make her demon heart, barely calmed by the Dao Source blood, fully explode, turning her into a mindless killing machine.
Her crimson eyes, like two boiling seas of blood, locked onto the stunned woman in white.
‘Who gave you the right… to touch her?’
“Hum!”
The world-destroying demonic weapon ‘Abi Yuantu Sword’ answered its master’s rage, unsheathing itself and floating beside her.
At this moment, she was no longer the awkward demon lord who clumsily handed Shen Zhaoqing a handkerchief. She was the sovereign of the Boundless Demon Realm, the world-ending demon feared by all orthodox cultivators!
The third figure.
A golden-red streak of light traced a brilliant arc in the air, silently landing closest to Shen Zhaoqing.
Yuan Ge knelt on one knee, one hand supporting the ground, a trace of golden blood at the corner of her mouth.
‘How… did it come to this?’
“Crack.” A crisp sound—she had crushed her own finger bones.
‘Caw.’
The little princess slowly stood up. The light-golden feather patterns at the corners of her eyes now blazed blindingly. Strands of Golden Crow True Fire began leaking uncontrollably from her body, burning the white jade ground beneath her feet with a sizzling sound.
“Old hag…” she said, “Today, this princess will dismember your bones one by one and use them as firewood for that broken cauldron of yours!”
The Sword Immortal, the Demon Lord, the Princess of the Demon Clan.
The three most elite young experts of the present age had descended upon the core forbidden ground of Penglai in an unpredictable way.
Three completely different, yet equally terrifying killing intents pressed down on Yaoguang Saint Lord from three directions.
The very air of the Sacrificial Platform seemed drained by these intents.
Bai Zhileng was dumbfounded.
Her mouth agape, she stared blankly at the three figures that descended like gods or demons, her mind a blank.
How… how did they get in?!
As for Yaoguang Saint Lord, after her initial shock, her face turned completely dark.
She looked at the three uninvited guests, whose auras had peaked despite their disheveled state, then at the Three-Life Stone Immortal Fragment glowing softly in the center of their power.
“Tianyan Pavilion… Yan Wusheng…” She slowly uttered the name, her gaze icy and terrifying.
‘A fine reversal of heaven and earth, a fine borrowing of someone else’s knife to kill!
She had been schemed against by that junior!
But so what?
This was Penglai.
Yaoguang Saint Lord slowly raised her hand. A vast, ocean-like torrent of spiritual power burst from her body! The oppressive aura of a Harmony Dao realm expert swept across the entire Sacrificial Platform like the sky falling!
“Even if you came in, it’s just… walking right into the trap!”
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