As Mo Su's sword radiated fiercely, Yun Che's eyes suddenly lost their luster. The scene before him was something he had never imagined. This sudden change had a profound impact on his heart and soul.

Blood stained Xia Qingyue's pure white dress, and some of the scalding blood splashed onto Yun Che's face. A gentle smile appeared in his eyes, and he was completely stunned.

"Young man Yun, is my life enough to repay you for the most beautiful memories you've given me in these past million years? Tell me, isn't this return gift priceless?"

As Yun Che stood there, stunned and filled with grief, the unique voice of Priest Liuxiao drifted to his ears. That voice still carried the same carefree and unrestrained air of the past, as if all the suffering and strife of the world could not disturb his inner peace. In this life-or-death moment, when the atmosphere was almost frozen with solemnity, that voice was like a clear spring, yet it stirred even more complex waves within Yun Che's heart.

At this critical moment, the priest Liu Xiao appeared in front of Xia Qingyue like a divine soldier, and used his own body to block Mo Su's extremely ruthless sword for Yun Che and Xia Qingyue.

Countless sharp sword beams pierced into the body of the Six-Laughing Priest. However, at this moment, the Six-Laughing Priest seemed completely unaware of the pain. His face still wore a gentle smile like the warm spring sun, and he calmly recounted his wonderful return gift to Yun Che.

"Liu Xiao, why do you have to do this..." Mo Su slowly lowered the light sword in his hand. A complex expression flashed across his eyes, a hint of regret and a hint of reluctance. He subconsciously mobilized the power within his body, intending to transmit the powerful vitality of the Great Wilderness to the priest Liu Xiao, trying to save his life.

However, Priest Liu Xiao slowly raised his hand, which trembled slightly, as if he was making a final struggle against the disappearance of life, as if he was bidding a silent farewell to the world. With this subtle movement, he firmly signaled to Mo Su not to do this.

"For these long millions of years, my life has been truly bitter and exhausting. Every day, every moment, has been spent in agony, and I have never tasted a single ounce of true joy. Throughout these endless years, the only thing that has kept me gritting my teeth and persevering, the only belief that has kept me going, is the hope that I could one day return to the divine realm and see Yu Yao again, whom I long for day and night. But now, everything is over. The reason that sustained me through these long years has vanished into thin air. I truly cannot find any reason left to cling on to this agonizing existence."

There was no trace of regret or reluctance in Priest Liu Xiao's words, only a sense of relief.

"Let me go. I know full well that at this moment when the Abyss is headed for destruction, you will need the power of several True Gods to complete your sacrifice to the Heavenly Dao. So, let me take their place. The sixty-two True God powers contained within me should be more than enough to satisfy your request."

At that moment, Priest Liuxiao's face betrayed no trace of the pain and sorrow of death. Instead, a brilliant smile, a breath of relief, blossomed across his features. He had waited so long for this moment, like a traveler wandering in the darkness who had finally found his destination. Now, this seemingly cruel ending served as the opportunity for him to complete the final sublimation of his life.