Chapter 92 Chapter 92 Eight Realms Master, Good Luck to the World

The two set out from Ye Mansion. Jiang Zhaoxue rode on a crane and carried Li Xiuji straight to Xuecang Mountain.

Flying out of Ye Mansion and looking down from a high place, you can get a glimpse of the whole picture.

The entrance of the Ye family was already crowded with people. Believers in red robes were fighting with ordinary people, and monks were fighting all over the city.

Leaving the Ye Mansion, they flew all the way to Xuecang Mountain. Outside Xuecang Mountain, people were everywhere. Pei Zichen was alone on a high point, fighting with ten high-level cultivators at the same time. Around him, cultivators from the Tianji Academy and other low-level cultivators in red were fighting each other. Everywhere was filled with magical light bombarding, densely intertwined. Jiang Zhaoxue hurriedly shouted to Ming, "Hold me tight!"

Ming's face froze, but he had no time to object. Jiang Zhaoxue rode the crane and rushed into the magic light. Ming was so shocked that he hugged Jiang Zhaoxue's waist. He felt dizzy and the surroundings were only a few inches away from him. Every impact just brushed past him. If there was even the slightest difference, his mortal body would surely die.

He didn't dare to say anything. Jiang Zhaoxue noticed that he was hugging her tighter. Seeing that he was frightened, she quickly said, "Don't worry, I'm very good at controlling cranes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light exploded from a high altitude. The sword intent, with the intent of ice and snow, condensed all the surrounding magic lights and exploded instantly. The ice crystals shattered, confusing the vision of everyone around, leaving only a path for Jiang Zhaoxue.

Jiang Zhaoxue took the opportunity to ride the crane and quickly flew away. Before leaving, she subconsciously looked up and saw Pei Zichen holding a sword in one hand and making a hand gesture with the other. There was a bright moon above his head and the Nine-Turn Immortal Bell hanging high under the moon.

When she turned around, Pei Zichen seemed to be aware of it. He exchanged glances with her for a moment, his eyes softening slightly before he looked forward again with a stern look. A sword formation gathered around him, and he alone held everyone back and led them further away. At the same time, he sent a message to Ming Lengdan: "It's time to let go."

When Ming heard the voice transmission, his movements froze, and then he immediately pursed his lips and let go.

Jiang Zhaoxue noticed and couldn't help but laugh: "Do you dislike me so much?"

"With Pei Zichen clearing the way," Ming said calmly, "the road is no longer bumpy."

As they spoke, the two of them rode on a crane and glided into the forest. Jiang Zhaoxue jumped off the crane with Ming.

Everyone was attracted to the front mountain by Pei Zichen. There were only a few guards in the back mountain. Jiang Zhaoxue put an invisibility cloak on Ming, formed a barrier with his hands, and urged him in a low voice: "Lead the way."

Ming immediately stepped forward and took Jiang Zhaoxue through the dense forest, climbed up the path, and quickly came to a wall covered by vines. He pushed aside the vines and revealed a hole.

"Right here."

He turned around and called out to Jiang Zhaoxue, and the two squeezed in one after the other. After entering the cave, there was a long corridor. Jiang Zhaoxue opened the barrier of the Mountain and River Bell, and then took out a compass. After injecting spiritual power into the compass, stars immediately lit up on the compass.

Ming took a look and asked curiously: "What is this?"

"Spirit-seeking compass." Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at the points on the compass, all of which were very far away from him. After shaking it left and right, he explained, "All living things will appear on this compass. Using a spirit-seeking array will get us discovered, so we can only use this. Although the range is limited, it can only show the situation within a mile, but this is a cave, so we don't need to focus too far."

Jiang Zhaoxue raised her chin towards Ming and said, "Lead the way."

Ming turned his head, stepped forward, and said softly, "There is only one way."

"ah?"

Jiang Zhaoxue looked up at the corridor. There was no light in the corridor and the whole road was pitch black. Only the fluorescent light of Jiang Zhaoxue's compass became the only light source in the long road.

Jiang Zhaoxue looked around and listened to Ming's explanation: "The cave below the holy pond has two doors. One is on both sides of the river below the holy pond, and the other is here. There are small paths on both sides. Go in and you will reach the cave."

"Is this the path you found when you were almost thrown into the blood pool and were trying to escape?"

"yes."

Ming nodded, thinking back to the past, and whispered, "When I climbed out of the river, I saw a cave and walked in. After entering, I passed through the cave, walked along this road, and walked out again. I didn't meet anyone along the way. I walked for a long time, so long that I didn't know how long. When I finally walked out and saw the light, I thought I was blind."

"There is a magic circle here that can sense people's luck. Once it senses someone, it will be killed immediately. Logically, you should have died long ago."

Jiang Zhaoxue said this with a bit of surprise: "Didn't anyone tell you that they can't see your luck?"

"I told you I asked a fortune teller to tell my fate, and he told me it was because my fate was too bad," Ming said calmly. "He said I should have died a long time ago, but by chance I took advantage of a loophole in the will of heaven and survived until now. But my life will end at the age of seventeen at the most."

When Jiang Zhaoxue heard the number "seventeen", he was stunned.

She raised her eyes and looked at the back of the young man in front of her without saying a word.

Ming waited for a moment, but she didn't speak, so he asked curiously, "Why don't you speak?"

"oh."

Jiang Zhaoxue came back to his senses and said, seemingly thinking about something, "You...you seem to be paying a lot of attention to Madam Pei?"

Ming paused, then said softly: "I don't have any parents. Madam Pei treats her children very well, and I respect her very much."

"Is Madam Pei settled now?"

"Alright," Ming said, his tone a little more relaxed, "Lord Ye has a place to resettle the people in the wasteland to the north. Now Madam Pei has your protective jade token, and Lord Ye has already prepared the magic circle. Even if Xin Luoyi comes out... she and the Li family's child should be fine."

"That's great." Jiang Zhaoxue nodded, thought for a moment, and then whispered, "Then... after you take me in later, I'll give you a swiftness talisman."

Ming listened and turned around in surprise, only to see Jiang Zhaoxue looking up at him with an apologetic look in her eyes. She called out his name softly, "Go find them, Xiuji."

Ming, or Li Xiuji, was standing in front. When he heard the name, his eyes trembled, as if something was shattered in his eyes. Jiang Zhaoxue understood in an instant. Her heart felt a little bitter, and she thought of the child who had tried his best to hold her back in Shengsi Manor, but was then driven away by her. The four-year-old and twelve-year-old versions of that child seemed to appear in front of her. He desperately asked for help again and again, shouted desperately, and then finally condensed into the seventeen-year-old him, standing quietly in front of her in the light of the compass firefly.

"sorry."

Jiang Zhaoxue spoke with some difficulty: "Back then I didn't have time..."

"Let's go."

Li Xiuji didn't respond or reply. After realizing what was happening, he turned around and walked forward silently, pretending to be calm and saying, "I've walked this road alone. Now everyone is waiting for us."

As he spoke, he walked forward. Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the boy's back and for the first time in his life, he felt a sense of powerlessness as if he could do nothing.

He has walked the most difficult road himself, so what's the point of her saying anything now?

Jiang Zhaoxue took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and followed Li Xiuji forward.

After walking for a while, Jiang Zhaoxue saw a red dot on the compass. Outside the red dot, spiritual power was densely packed into a circle, which was obviously the location of the magic circle.

Jiang Zhaoxue hurriedly called Li Xiuji: "Wait..."

"arrive."

Li Xiuji stopped and took a tinder from his sleeve. He threw it aside and lit the bronze lamp beside him. Only then did they see clearly that it was a bronze door. Jiang Zhaoxue felt the spiritual energy flowing. She looked up and saw that above the bronze door, there were densely drawn magic arrays. These arrays carried a strong killing intent. Jiang Zhaoxue didn't dare to move forward. Li Xiuji looked back at her and asked, "How do we dismantle it?"

"Above your head is the God-Slaying Formation that senses destiny. If I approach it, I will be killed immediately."

Jiang Zhaoxue observed the formation above and said patiently, "But it can't sense you now. Do you see the pattern in the third corner of the southwest position of the formation above your head?"

Li Xiuji listened, looked up, and followed Jiang Zhaoxue's instructions, pointing his finger at the location Jiang Zhaoxue indicated: "Here?"

"That's right."

Jiang Zhaoxue said as he pulled out a talisman from his sleeve and carefully threw it to Li Xiuji, commanding, "Blow it up."

After hearing what Li Xiuji said, he picked up the talisman on the ground, drew his sword, and hit the position designated by Jiang Zhaoxue.

The talisman exploded the formation, and Jiang Zhaoxue immediately felt the spiritual power that threatened her disappear.

Jiang Zhaoxue felt relieved and tentatively extended her foot, stepping into the area originally covered by the formation. When she found that the formation had no movement, she became happy and stepped forward boldly. After seeing that nothing happened, she felt relieved and turned to Li Xiuji and said, "Alright, it's up to me now."

"good."

Li Xiuji nodded. Jiang Zhaoxue smiled and glanced at the compass. Seeing the red dot inside, she thought for a moment and said, "But it's still not safe. We need to prepare."

Li Xiuji didn't understand what Jiang Zhaoxue meant. He watched Jiang Zhaoxue raise her hand to draw the formation and quickly murmured, "The laws of nature are unpredictable. Bet on your luck in heaven. Great luck! Ten thousand swords to protect you. Go."

As he said this, he threw the fortune stick up, revealing a lucky number.

Jiang Zhaoxue curled her lips. Although she was dissatisfied, she still crushed the jade stick. Then she saw that her back was densely covered with swords. Jiang Zhaoxue took out the talisman with confidence, placed it on her palm, slapped it on the bronze door, and shouted: "Break!"

The bronze door opened with a bang. The moment it opened, Jiang Zhaoxue heard the sound of arrows coming densely. Li Xiuji, who was standing next to her, was faster than her. He suddenly threw her to the corner and rolled into the cave. Jiang Zhaoxue heard the sound of swords clinking together. Then Li Xiuji grabbed her and rolled forward while dodging the rain of arrows.

He was moving too fast, and Jiang Zhaoxue was pulled by him, rolling dizzy and stumbling.

Li Xiuji was just a mortal after all, and the gap between him and Pei Zichen was too huge. If it weren't for the magic circle she had prepared long ago, both of them would have been turned into sieves.

Jiang Zhaoxue cursed while forcing herself to calm down. Li Xiuji pulled her up to look at the surrounding situation. The moment she turned her head, she saw the person being entangled by her sword formation. Then she heard Anan say in shock: "Why is Mu Jinyue here?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Jinyue used a whip to shake off the surrounding sword intent, then raised her hand and swung the whip. Before Li Xiu Ji could react, he was whipped by Mu Jinyue. Jiang Zhaoxue hurriedly raised her hand to grab it, and the spiritual power was directly pressed on the wound, and he and Li Xiu Ji were knocked away at the same time!

"Oh, Master's Wife." Jiang Zhaoxue had just been thrown against the wall when she heard Mu Jinyue's laughter. "I hit you too hard. Are you feeling better now?"

"Master."

When Li Xiuji heard this, he quickly turned around to help Jiang Zhaoxue.

Jiang Zhaoxue's bones ached from the collision, and Li Xiuji helped her sit up. She panted softly, raised her hand to touch her spine where she had been hit, and looked up at Mu Jinyue who was coming over with a whip, gritting her teeth: "Jinyue, I didn't realize that you look small, but you have such strong hands."

"Thank you for your kindness, Master's Wife." Mu Jinyue smiled, tapped her palm lightly with the whip, and walked slowly towards her. "Master's Wife's stab was also very deep."

As she spoke, she stood in front of Jiang Zhaoxue, raised her hand to her abdomen, and said helplessly: "My disciple's wound is still aching slightly at this moment."

"So," Jiang Zhaoxue tilted her head, "are you here to seek revenge on me?"

Jiang Zhaoxue said this, glanced around, and quietly wrote the word "go" on Li Xiuji's palm with her finger. Li Xiuji looked at her, pursed his lips and said nothing, but he did not leave.

Jiang Zhaoxue glared at him secretly, and could only draw a formation under his sleeve while delaying time to continue asking: "You ran away from the mansion and used your own blood to awaken Xinluoyi, just to join forces with Song Wulan and find a way to kill me?"

"Kill you?"

Mu Jinyue was amused by her words. She lowered her head and lifted Jiang Zhaoxue's chin with the whip. She looked at Jiang Zhaoxue carefully and said lightly, "I didn't want to run away at first."

"So what do you think now?"

Jiang Zhaoxue understood what she meant and spoke provocatively. Mu Jinyue's expression turned slightly cold, and the whip moved a little closer to her neck. She whispered, "Do you want to?"

As she spoke, she tilted her head. "I can't let you take all the good things, can I? If you died, Song Qingyin would live, but Shen Yuqing insisted on saving you, and then went through a detour to atone for her sins. Why bother? Besides, you have too much influence and your weight is too heavy now." Mu Jinyue gritted her teeth and said, "Even if I will be blamed, I can't keep you."

"So you plan to die with me?"

"Die together?" Mu Jinyue raised an eyebrow. "Do you deserve it? You are just a link in my plan."

As he spoke, Mu Jinyue put away the whip, tapped his palm with it, and said patiently: "I ran out to get the God-Slaying Sword. If you don't take it, I will come to get it myself."

"How do I get it?"

"I will first use my blood to awaken Xinluoyi," Mu Jinyue said slowly. "After Xinluoyi wakes up, the formation of the Holy Pool will open, absorbing the souls of those people and using their life force to replenish the Sword of God Slaying. After these people die, the resentment they feel for their unjust deaths will become nourishment for Xinluoyi. When the time comes, the Sword of God Slaying will sense the presence of a world-shattering evil like Xinluoyi and will appear. I will then soak the Sword of God Slaying with my heart's blood, and it will fully awaken. In the meantime, I suspect you might come here to destroy the formation of the Holy Pool, but I don't think you have the ability to do so. I am just waiting here for you out of luck—"

Mu Jinyue turned to look at her and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to come."

"I'm here, but you can't kill me." Jiang Zhaoxue blinked. "I have the protective sword technique left by your senior brother. His sword intent and blood are your natural nemesis, right? You can't even get close to me, how can you kill me?"

"It's Tianke, yes, but—"

As he spoke, he could clearly hear the sound of dense footsteps in the distance. Li Xiuji was also aware of it and immediately reminded him, "Master Jiang..."

"I can't kill you, but there are people who can."

The moment the sound fell, several rays of red light rushed into the cave, and the red light rushed towards Jiang Zhaoxue with a "boom". Li Xiuyi pulled Jiang Zhaoxue and jumped back. When they landed, ten red-robed monks transformed and landed around Jiang Zhaoxue.

Jiang Zhaoxue took a look around and found that these people were the cultivators who had fought with Pei Zichen at the beginning. All of them were above the Nascent Soul stage, and there was a faint strange energy shrouding them, the depth of which could not be seen.

Jiang Zhaoxue thought for a moment and guessed the other party's identity: "The Ten Dharma Protectors of the Blissful Immortality Sect?"

"good."

Mu Jinyue smiled and raised her hand. Jiang Zhaoxue felt a barrier rising around her. Mu Jinyue tilted her head and said with a smile: "Why do you think I've been chatting with you for so long? Is it because I like chatting with you? I'm just waiting for someone." As she spoke, Mu Jinyue spread her hands and introduced: "This place is hidden by the Heavenly Dao. Now Pei Zichen can't feel where you are. You, a fortune teller, dare to come here alone to break the ancient formation. I think you are tired of living. Ten guardians," Mu Jinyue's voice suddenly became sharp. She whipped and shouted, "Attack!"

The whip and the light rushed towards Jiang Zhaoxue. Li Xiuji couldn't retreat and drew his sword in panic. However, Jiang Zhaoxue was one step ahead of Li Xiuji and pulled him behind him. Fa Guang faced the whip and struck it with a palm, shouting, "Tianjiao!"

"Okay!" Ye Tianjiao's voice came from a distance.

The Mountain and River Bell bounced back at that moment, and the red light hit the Mountain and River Bell with a "bang" and bounced back. Only Mu Jinyue's whip directly penetrated the barrier of the Mountain and River Bell and hit Jiang Zhaoxue's face. The moment Pei Zichen's sword intent left on her body suddenly popped out, catching Mu Jinyue off guard and knocking her away with a "bang".

"The laws of nature are unpredictable. One must gamble with fate. The best will bring great fortune. All the formations will be destroyed—" The Qiankun Lottery flew out, and a loud shout came from the center of the Mountain and River Bell. Golden light hung high in the sky, and everyone looked up hurriedly. They saw Jiang Zhaoxue holding her hands in front of her, and the Qiankun Lottery was spinning rapidly. She raised her eyes and her gaze fell on Mu Jinyue, with a smile in her eyes, "Jinyue, actually, I wanted to say that just now. Why do you think I talked to you for so long? Do you think it's because I like chatting with you?"

Mu Jinyue listened, and she and the ten guardians looked in shock at the golden light shining in the Mountain and River Bell. In a moment, Mu Jinyue immediately reacted and said anxiously: "Jiang Zhaoxue, this is an ancient formation. If you force your luck and lose, you will be the one who suffers the consequences!"

"Who told you I was forcing my luck?" Jiang Zhaoxue laughed, "Jinyue, it's okay to be ignorant, but it's wrong to talk nonsense. Today, let me, your elder, teach you--"

Jiang Zhaoxue's expression suddenly turned stern: "What do you mean by a fortune teller?"

After saying that, Jiang Zhaoxue clasped his hands together and shouted, "Open!"

A Qiankun Lottery flew down from a high place, showing the word "Zhongji". Jiang Zhaoxue grabbed the lot and crushed it in an instant!

The pure spiritual energy unique to the True Fairyland poured down from the Tongtian Pillar, crashing into the entire human world. The earth shook for an instant, and then the spiritual power rushed in succession, rushing towards Jiang Zhaoxue like drops of water!

The spiritual energy swirled down like a whirlpool, and the ground began to tremble because of the overwhelming spiritual energy. Mu Jinyue looked at the woman standing not far away in disbelief, and a golden magic circle lit up under her feet, and spiritual power swarmed in. She was like a monster that could not be filled with spiritual power at all. While madly absorbing the spiritual power, her hand seals flew rapidly.

Blood oozed out of her skin and scattered under the formation at her feet. The formation seemed like a transparent container filled with water, with Jiang Zhaoxue wrapped in the center, moving without wind.

The blood beads fell on the ground and soaked into the formation. The moment the formation patterns were filled with blood beads, a "click" sound was heard above his head.

A stone fell down, and Mu Jinyue finally reacted and couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing?! Where does the spiritual power come from?!"

"It's naturally difficult for me to destroy a large formation by myself. But Penglai's spiritual energy, which has existed for tens of thousands of years, can destroy a formation," Jiang Zhaoxue laughed. "I have a 50% chance of success."

"Penglai? What does that mean?"

The ten guardians sensed danger and looked hurriedly at Mu Jinyue beside them.

Mu Jinyue stared at Jiang Zhaoxue intently. She looked at the majestic spiritual energy flowing in, as if she was recalling something. After a moment, she gritted her teeth and said, "Kill her..."

As she spoke, the black shadow behind her suddenly grew larger, its eyes gleaming with purplish-black murderous intent. It commanded the ten guardians, saying, "Even Penglai's spiritual energy has its limits. Gather everyone, regardless of life or death, at any cost, to break the Mountain and River Bell and kill her!"

The moment the sound fell, the black shadow behind Mu Jinyue crashed into the Mountain and River Bell. Ten monks hurriedly stood up and formed a formation. The blood-red formation unfolded under Jiang Zhaoxue's feet, connecting the ten people. Black bats came in overwhelming numbers and madly crashed into the Mountain and River Bell.

In addition to the spiritual power of its own spirit, the Mountain and River Bell relies entirely on Jiang Zhaoxue's magic power. Seeing this, Jiang Zhaoxue understood what Mu Jinyue meant. She was planning to consume her.

She was supporting the Mountain and River Bell while destroying the formation. Even with the power of Penglai, she might not be able to do both at the same time.

"court death."

Jiang Zhaoxue gritted her teeth and cursed. She freed one hand and threw a packet of talisman paper to Li Xiuji. Then she began to quickly draw a formation and instructed Li Xiuji, "This is a protective amulet and a speed talisman. Go out immediately and call Pei Zichen's name to lead him here. After that, go find your mother. With my protective jade token and the Tianjiyuan formation, even if Xinluoyi appears, at least the people in the formation can survive. As long as you get to your mother, you will survive."

Hearing this, Li Xiuji was stunned.

Seeing him in a daze, Jiang Zhaoxue turned around and yelled, "What are you doing here? Go!"

After saying that, Jiang Zhaoxue clenched his hand that had drawn the formation into a fist and shattered the formation. More than a dozen rays of light separated from the Mountain and River Bell and transformed into a long whip. He swung it towards Mu Jinyue and the ten guardians, blocking everyone and leaving them no way out. He shouted at Li Xiuji, "Run!"

This shout made Li Xiuji react. He grabbed the talisman and rushed out without hesitation!

The speed talisman made him rush forward at great speed. He roared as he rushed forward: "Pei Zichen! Come and save people, Pei Zichen!"

He roared at the top of his lungs, but he was a ventriloquist after all, so his voice was much quieter than that of an ordinary person.

Jiang Zhaoxue stood in the magic circle, restraining everyone. His spiritual power was amazing when it surged, but as time passed, Jiang Zhaoxue's magic to stop these people obviously faded.

While fighting against the power of the formation above, she whipped her surroundings with a whip transformed from magic light. Her tendons and veins began to ache from the excessive impact of the spiritual energy. She looked at Li Xiu's back, running alone without any luck, and remembered the baby full of luck when she first met him at the market. The pain made her lose control a little, and she couldn't help but shout, "Li Xiu Ji! Remember, you are a person with great luck, destined to ascend to become a god! You will never die at the age of seventeen, you will survive, and no one in this world can kill you except yourself! Run forward, don't look back!"

Run forward and don't look back.

You will never die at the age of seventeen. No one in this world can kill you except yourself.

Li Xiuji listened to her words, grabbed the talisman given by Jiang Zhaoxue, and saw countless believers in red rushing forward. He shouted Pei Zichen's name while holding a long sword in his hand and moving forward.

He won't die.

After so many years, Jiang Zhaoxue is still the only one who always believes that he has extraordinary luck and will not die at the age of seventeen.

He had heard countless prophecies, and everyone told him that he deserved to die, that he should have died in the past, that someone was forcibly keeping him here, and that he would definitely die by the age of seventeen at the latest.

But is there anyone who is born to want to die?

He wanted to live, and the more he couldn't stay in this world, the more he struggled to live.

But he had been struggling for too long and was already exhausted and dazed. But at this time, Jiang Zhaoxue said that he would not die at the age of seventeen.

No one in this world can kill him except him!

When he heard these words, he suddenly felt a great power in his heart. He looked at the red-robed believers rushing in like a torrent with swords in hand. Several monks turned into light and rushed into the cave directly around him, but ordinary believers still rushed towards him with swords in hand. One person was like a river, one egg was like a stone. However, he still drew his sword and slashed at everyone!

He was just a mortal, without Pei Zichen's amazing magical power. Every time his sword cut into flesh and blood, he desperately moved forward without stopping, and kept screaming: "Pei Zichen! Help! Pei Zichen!"

Jiang Zhaoxue gave him amulets that burned one by one. His voice drifted outward, and he raised and lowered his sword, going upstream. He was about to reach the door, and the amulets were about to run out. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward, and suddenly a familiar breath came.

A moment later, a sword with ice and snow rushed in, and everyone in the tunnel turned into ice in an instant!

Li Xiuji was horrified by the sword intent, but he forced himself not to stop and rushed towards the sword intent.

However, the sword intent that struck his face was like a spring breeze, circling around him and then, a young man in black with a broken hair crown and covered in blood rushed in. Wherever he passed, the ice and snow shattered, and ice particles exploded throughout the tunnel, reflecting a crystal clear light in the cunning magic.

Neither of them stopped for a moment, one went in and the other went out. When they passed each other, Li Xiuzhi suddenly felt the other pat him on the shoulder.

A surge of power poured into Li Xiuji's body. Li Xiuji didn't dare to look back when he heard Pei Zichen's voice. He said calmly, "I promised to teach you the technique. Go and comprehend it yourself!"

That force, which was completely different from the immortal power, collided with Li Xiuji's body. Li Xiuji attached the speed talisman and ran wildly towards where Pei Shulan was.

Pei Zichen's technique does not require spiritual roots and is a technique that he can practice.

The destiny that Jiang Zhaoxue guided him to was the future he could glimpse.

Where Pei Shulan is...

go home……

go home.

Fourteen years later, he had been abandoned since he was three years old. All he had ever wanted in his life was...

go home!

He ran out like crazy, like Kuafu, like a swift bird, like the rushing wind of heaven and earth, heading towards the direction that the young man finally no longer concealed, and he kept moving forward!

In contrast to him, Pei Zichen rushed straight into the cave. The dead bodies were scattered all over the ground. The resentful and ghostly energy condensed from the deaths followed Pei Zichen into the corridor, rolled into Mu Jinyue's body, quickly flowed around her, and then turned into power, whipping the Mountain and River Bell again and again.

The Mountain and River Bell rang loudly, and just as the barrier was about to shatter, the sword intent protecting Jiang Zhaoxue could no longer be controlled. It jumped out from beside Jiang Zhaoxue, circled around the Mountain and River Bell, and protected the barrier of the Mountain and River Bell.

However, this protection made Mu Jinyue very happy. Pei Zichen's sword intent expanded the protection range, which meant that the power of the area was weakened. She immediately found the weak point and instantly turned into a black gas, squeezing into the barrier along the crack of the Mountain and River Bell barrier, transformed into a human form, jumped high, and swung a whip at Jiang Zhaoxue!

"Owner!"

Anan screamed, and Jiang Zhaoxue turned around in shock. The moment she turned around, she saw the sword light breaking through the black fog. The young man in black raised his hand and grabbed, and Mu Jinyue felt a huge suction force coming from behind that seemed to tear her apart, pulling her back!

Mu Jinyue didn't dare to be careless and quickly turned into black smoke and dispersed. Pei Zichen rushed forward at the same time and caught the thrown flying sword. With a sweep of the sword, a circle of spiritual power exploded. The ten guardians hurriedly formed a formation and worked together to suppress Pei Zichen's spiritual power. When the spiritual power subsided and both sides gasped and raised their heads, they blocked Pei Zichen's energy in front of Jiang Zhaoxue. His body was covered in blood and he stared at everyone with cold eyes: "Anyone who dares to move forward will die!"

No one present dared to speak. The door was full of believers. Everyone was frozen in place. Only Jiang Zhaoxue raised her eyes and looked at Pei Zichen, who was covered in scars.

He is now burdened with the soul-locking formation and has to use his own spiritual power to trap Silla Yi. Even if he has Shen Yuqing's spiritual power as his soul reservoir, Shen Yuqing is a human being after all. He is constantly being consumed like this. The more he consumes, the shorter the time he can trap Silla Yi.

When his spiritual power is insufficient, the Soul Locking Formation will drain his life.

There was no way she would let Pei Zichen get to this point, nor would she give up on Ye Tianjiao, Li Xiuji, Qian Sisi, Ye Wenzhi and other people she knew.

She can't lose and won't lose.

Jiang Zhaoxue's expression was stern. He raised his hand and cast the Penglai Dharma Light on Pei Zichen. The wound on Pei Zichen's body disappeared. He felt the wound disappear, stared at everyone, and immediately said: "My lady, don't worry about me."

Jiang Zhaoxue chuckled at what he said and said jokingly, "But you are standing in front of me, how can I look at you with nothing in my eyes?"

Pei Zichen froze for a moment, and in that moment, Mu Jinyue spoke hurriedly, "Brother, if you obtain the God-Slaying Sword, you will obtain all the divine weapons. Once the five divine weapons are combined into one, you will become the strongest person in the world. Only by becoming a strong person can you keep what you want. Why are you so stubborn?!"

"What does this have to do with me?"

Pei Zichen raised his eyes upon hearing this and said calmly, "I don't want to be the strongest, and my path doesn't require the lives of others."

These words seemed to sting Mu Jinyue. Her pupils shrank slightly and she gritted her teeth and said, "Are you going to give up your position as the Supreme for this woman?"

Pei Zichen frowned, as if he was confused: "What supreme position?"

"Okay... okay..." Mu Jinyue listened, hatred in her eyes, and laughed through gritted teeth, "Since you are still stubborn and refuse to change, then Jinyue can only help you pave the way! I want to see how big the gap between you and me will be if enough lives are lost!"

The moment the voice fell, Pei Zichen's sword flashed quickly, and Mu Jinyue stepped back. Mu Jinyue's spiritual power slammed towards the surroundings, and the surrounding walls instantly turned into rubble and flew out, leaving only a long pillar in the middle to support the blood pool above.

After the surrounding mountains were shattered, Jiang Zhaoxue finally saw clearly that the surroundings were densely packed with believers in red. Mu Jinyue jumped into the crowd and disappeared in an instant.

Pei Zichen's sword stopped abruptly, and he twisted his sword fingers to protect Jiang Zhaoxue, looking around coldly.

"Master's Wife," Mu Jinyue's voice echoed from all directions, and she said with a smile, "I heard that you fortune tellers value luck the most. If all these people died in front of your Mountain and River Bell, would it ruin your luck?"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue's pupils shrank sharply.

The deaths of these mortals on the Mountain and River Bell are considered her karma. Even if they are evil people, killing too many mortals will damage her luck.

For a fortune teller, nothing is more important than luck. Mu Jinyue's intention is to use the lives of these mortals to consume her luck. Once her luck is exhausted, she will immediately be counterattacked by the formation that is being destroyed!

"Nvjun."

Pei Zichen's voice suddenly rang out from the front. Jiang Zhaoxue looked up in confusion, and saw Pei Zichen turning back, looking at her anxiously: "If I use the Nine Nether Realm technique, will you hate me?"

Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned. She looked at Pei Zichen's uneasy eyes and heard Mu Jinyue shouting, "Come, gentlemen, enter the ghost path and seek bliss. Those who martyr themselves for my God today will surely obtain the blissful realm, immortality, and everlasting happiness!"

Upon hearing this, the ten Dharma protectors exchanged glances, then appeared in their Dharma forms and shouted to all the believers, "He has entered the ghost realm, seeking bliss. Everyone, come forward and kill him!"

The moment the sound fell, these people seemed to have received some promise, and rushed up shouting and killing, like moths to a flame!

Pei Zichen's expression suddenly turned cold. Without waiting for Jiang Zhaoxue's answer, he scattered the white paper figures in his hand and quickly formed seals with his hands.

A black aura rose from his body, swirling around him. The sword light was like a ruthless butcher knife, madly strangling the mortal who was about to fall in front of the Mountain and River Bell. Blood splattered everywhere. Pei Zichen's hands were full of magic spells, and he recited in a cold voice: "Yinzhi transforms the mortal body, blood ink dots the three souls, the seven spirits are shaped by me, the spiritual immortal penetrates the nine roots, the heaven and earth are used by the Tao, Yin and Yang are supreme, I summon thousands of kings, all of them are my immortal ministers! Yinzhi Immortal——"

The moment the voice fell, Pei Zichen raised his hand and slashed, blood splattered out: "Go!"

The moment the sound fell, the little paper figures floating in the air seemed to come alive and rushed forward screaming.

They split into two in the air, two into four... Soon they were so dense that it was impossible to tell their number. Then they transformed into faceless men wearing cloaks and holding steel knives in the air and landed on the ground, forming a wall and blocking the believers behind them at the foot of the mountain.

"Brother," Mu Jinyue was not surprised to see Pei Zichen's magic. She sneered, "These are all mortals. You killed them with Yin Zhixian. Aren't you afraid that the consequences will fall on you?"

"I'm not afraid."

Pei Zichen spoke in a cold tone, looking up at Mu Jinyue without concealing his threat: "Even if you are disliked by the Lady, if you dare to come, I dare to kill you."

Jiang Zhaoxue raised his eyes and looked at the person standing in front of him.

His hair was loose and his black clothes were wide-sleeved. For a moment, she vaguely felt that his back seemed to be the same as that of the "predecessor" who had been wandering in the gaps of time.

She looked at the other party. Pei Zichen didn't dare to look back. All the paper figures and those mortals were in a stalemate. The Ten Protectors had been trying to find a way to break Pei Zichen's sword formation. His spiritual power was quickly consumed. He was supporting Silla Yi's soul-locking formation alone, confronting the Ten Protectors, and withstanding the impact of countless people.

If he wasn't desperate, he wouldn't use the Nine Netherworld Realm technique in front of her.

He always hoped that the Pei Zichen in her heart would be the eternal gentleman of Lingjian Xian Pavilion.

Realizing that he had no reason to look back, Jiang Zhaoxue's heart trembled slightly.

She looked up at the formation above, which was gradually covered by her blood. She felt the spiritual impact of the Mountain and River Bell and the pain in her veins. Finally, she called out softly, "Pei Zichen."

Pei Zichen's body trembled slightly, and he spoke awkwardly: "My Lady..."

"I will never hate you."

When Jiang Zhaoxue's voice came out, Pei Zichen turned around in surprise, and saw Jiang Zhaoxue looking up at the sky. She said seriously: "Let go and kill, it's fate." Jiang Zhaoxue turned her head to look at him, her eyes clear and firm, "I share your burden."

The moment the sound fell, Pei Zichen felt a formation under his feet suddenly light up, and the spiritual power from Penglai poured into his body from under the formation.

Pei Zichen opened his eyes wide in panic and saw Jiang Zhaoxue laughing.

"What are you looking at? Go!"

Jiang Zhaoxue smiled and spoke, his eyes sweeping over the ten guardians and Mu Jinyue. He said arrogantly, "Now, your sword is my sword, the crimes you commit are my crimes, and the people you kill are killed together with me. We share life and death, and we bear the consequences of our actions together. Come, show me how powerful you are. Go and kill all these bastards!"

Jiang Zhaoxue sneered as he spoke: "You're used to bullying good people, right? Go teach them what it means to fight evil with evil and stop killing with killing!"

The moment the voice fell, Jiang Zhaoxue raised his hand first and waved it. The light whip on the Mountain and River Bell once again struck the Ten Protectors. Pei Zichen's eyes moved, and he only responded with a "yes", then drew his sword towards the Ten Protectors!

The sword struck with a fierce wind, and the ten guardians cried out in horror, shouting, "Master!"

"Song Wulan!"

Mu Jinyue raised her hand, and a red umbrella instantly swung open in front of the Ten Protectors, blocking Pei Zichen's sword. She shouted loudly: "If we don't take action now, what will happen if the formation of the Holy Pool is lost!"

"Don't be impatient," Song Wulan's voice came from nowhere, saying lazily, "Destiny will come when it's due. Don't you want to test his strength?"

Song Wulan chuckled: "Master Mu, I will temporarily help you suppress his restraint on you. You can try your best, maybe..."

Before Song Wu Lan finished speaking, Mu Jinyue already knew what he meant.

She sneered and said, "How can you have any say in the Master's affairs?"

But looking up at the fierce sword intent coming towards her, she had no way to avoid it. She could only grit her teeth, raised her hand to fold the red umbrella, and swung it towards Pei Zichen, saying coldly: "Go and close the passage to Penglai."

While Jiang Zhaoxue and Pei Zichen were fighting fiercely on Xuecang Mountain, he felt exceptionally peaceful under the Dingkun needle.

It wasn't easy to bury the Dingkun Needle in the soil. It took almost all the elite cultivators of the Tianji Academy to bury it. Once it was buried, Ye Tianjiao followed the method given by Jiang Zhaoxue and opened the passage connecting Penglai and the True Fairyland.

After the spiritual power began to be transmitted, their task was to protect the Dingkun Needle, but since Jiang Zhaoxue destroyed the formation, everything was peaceful.

No one came to destroy, no one came to interfere. Everyone sat quietly under the Dingkun Needle, looking at the pillar that had turned into a thickness that ten people could hold together and connected to the sky, feeling the spiritual power bursting out and shaking from the Xuecang Mountain in the distance again and again. They looked up at the starry sky, waiting for dawn.

No one could fall asleep. Ye Wenzhi prepared some wine. He walked to Ye Tianjiao with it, handed it to him and said, "Drink some to warm yourself up."

"Ah?" Ye Tianjiao was a little surprised when he saw the wine. "Don't you never let me drink?"

Hearing this, Ye Wenzhi smiled bitterly. He looked at the young man in front of him and sighed softly: "You are already thirty years old, it's okay to drink a little."

"Then why did you care about me before?" Ye Tianjiao grumbled unhappily, "Before, I wanted to drink, but you didn't give me any."

"Because you are too childish, I can't help but interfere." Ye Wenzhi sighed and said helplessly, "I am the eldest brother, not you."

"No, no, no," Ye Tianjiao sniffed the wine and raised his eyes, "I still want you to take care of me for the rest of my life. You are just a mortal, so take a good rest. I will go and give my master some wine."

Ye Wenzhi wore a cape and smiled, "Alright, Master Gu likes to drink, you go give it to him."

Without Ye Wenzhi's advice, Ye Tianjiao happily ran to Ding Kunzhen with the wine in his hand.

His master, Gu Qingshan, was the only elder left in the Tianji Academy. He stayed closest to the Dingkun Needle, observing its reactions at any time.

Ye Tianjiao walked through the crowd, ran to Gu Qingshan, squatted down and said, "Old man, my brother will treat you to a drink!"

“What do you mean by old man, old man?” Gu Qingshan said impatiently after hearing this, “Have some manners, I’m your master!”

“Ah, I told you, I was forced to join Tianjiyuan by my brother,” Ye Tianjiao said, sitting next to Gu Qingshan, handing him the wine bag, and sighing, “Initially, I wanted to help my brother in the court, but then the court was gone, and I was simply full of passion, wanting to do something for the people. Once this is over, I won’t stay here for another day.”

“Nonsense.” Gu Qingshan sneered, “Where else are you going if not here?”

"I traveled, I started a family and raised children. What can't I do? I want to practice Taoism?" Ye Tianjiao looked up at the sky. "If I practice Taoism until everyone around me is gone and everyone dies, what's the point of living?"

“Shut up,” Gu Qingshan took a sip of his wine, “Why would God give talent to someone like you?”

"I was told that you must value my extraordinary talent, right?" Ye Tianjiao laughed, then sensed something in the distance and asked curiously, "Sister, I think it should be almost there."

"It's almost dawn."

Gu Qingshan is a cultivator in the Fusion Stage and can sense much more than Ye Tianjiao.

He closed his eyes and said slowly, "Master Jiang is about to succeed. When the day breaks, everything will be over. As long as there is no formation that sucks the lives of the people, a mere vengeful demon and a thirty-year-old fortune teller..." Gu Qingshan's eyes showed coldness, "I will tear them apart!"

As he spoke, Gu Qingshan prepared to drink, but just as he started to move, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked to the side and saw a young man standing next to him.

The young man was dressed in green and looked up at the Dingkun needle with admiration in his eyes.

Upon seeing the young man, Ye Tianjiao and Gu Qingshan were both shocked. Ye Tianjiao stood up hastily, angrily speaking: "Abandoned Crown Prince?!"

"The sacred object of Penglai, the Dinggan Divine Needle."

Song Wulan completely ignored Ye Tianjiao's words and sighed, "It's a pity to destroy such a magical object."

"Fellow Daoist Song," Gu Qingshan heard this and stood up with a flick of his sleeves, saying calmly, "This is a true immortal realm item, it's not something that mortals like you and me can break."

Hearing this, Song Wulan raised the corner of his mouth: "But what if the heavens want to break it?"

Gu Qingshan was stunned. Song Wulan continued, "You are all people whose names are written in the Book of Destiny. Destiny cannot be changed, and the Book of Destiny cannot be violated. Do you really think that the Dingkun Needle will not break?"

As he spoke, there was a sudden vibration in the sky. Ye Tianjiao looked up in horror and saw the clouds in the sky trembling, and a huge hand stretched out from the clouds.

Song Wulan looked up at the sky and sighed regretfully: "Look, it's broken."

The moment the sound fell, Ye Tianjiao watched the Dingkun Needle in the sky being crushed in half by someone. Everything became extremely slow. He watched the huge object shatter into pieces, as if the sky was collapsing and the mountains and rivers were overturning.

Gu Qingshan was the first to react, and he shouted urgently: "Form a formation! Everyone, protect the base of the Dingkun Needle, form a formation!"

Only Ye Tianjiao stared blankly at the Dingkun Needle. When he finally reacted, he cried out in fear: "Sister!!!"

But it was too late.

Jiang Zhaoxue was in a cave at the foot of Xuecang Mountain. Corpses were scattered all around her, and only three out of ten Dharma protectors were left alive. Pei Zichen and Mu Jinyue were both covered in wounds, but Pei Zichen struggled to stand up with the help of the strength she gave him, wanting to kill Mu Jinyue.

Mu Jinyue was almost unable to move. She looked at Jiang Zhaoxue who was standing not far away. Her snow-white clothes were soaked in blood. Her face was pale, cold sweat dripped from her forehead, and she was concentrating on the last moment.

The formations on the upper floors have been stained with her blood. She only needs the last section to completely take over the formation and destroy it.

Mu Jinyue watched her blood trickle forward, and watched Pei Zichen struggle to get up. She lay on the ground, also desperately trying to get up, but while holding herself up, she fell down again, panting, "Do you really think you can change anything?"

Jiang Zhaoxue ignored her and continued to draw power from the Tongtian Pillar to suppress the original power in the magic circle forward.

Mu Jinyue gritted her teeth and couldn't help but continue: "Do you think you can make it to the end? Do you want to go and see how the Dingkun Needle works?"

"The Dingkun Needle is a sacred object from Penglai. It cannot be used by anyone other than those from Penglai, and it cannot be broken by anyone other than those from Penglai."

Jiang Zhaoxue said calmly: "If you want to destroy it, it depends on whether you have the ability to do so."

"What if they are from Penglai?"

Mu Jinyue spoke with a mocking tone.

Jiang Zhaoxue paused, and at that moment, a loud "bang" was heard in the direction of the Dingkun needle in the distance, accompanied by Ye Tianjiao's terrified voice, "Sister!!" In an instant, the divine power in Jiang Zhaoxue's hand collapsed, and the power in the formation instantly backfired. Jiang Zhaoxue was violently knocked away by the backlash. Pei Zichen suddenly rushed forward, caught Jiang Zhaoxue, and crashed heavily to the ground with her!

Jiang Zhaoxue vomited a mouthful of blood, which sprayed onto Pei Zichen. At the same time, Silla Yi, who was in the pool of blood high above, suddenly became excited and began to struggle desperately.

Pei Zichen's face turned pale, and spiritual energy continuously overflowed from his body. Jiang Zhaoxue reacted instantly and grabbed Pei Zichen: "Zichen!"

"Leave me alone..."

Pei Zichen's lips trembled as he said with difficulty: "Continue!"

"Go on."

Listening to Pei Zichen's words, Mu Jinyue beside him laughed. She lay on the ground, as if watching their good show, and laughed with blood in her mouth: "Without the power of Penglai, you dare to touch the ancient formation? It will backfire."

Jiang Zhaoxue listened, holding Pei Zichen in her arms, speechless for a moment.

She channeled all her spiritual power to Pei Zichen, but the Soul Locking Formation was like an insatiable beast, desperately devouring Pei Zichen's spiritual power.

Pei Zichen couldn't hold on any longer...

Or rather, he had already given up.

The two of them had been relying on the strength provided by the Dingkun needle to make do, but once the Dingkun needle was withdrawn, they couldn't even make do.

Mu Jinyue seemed to see their predicament. She lay on the ground, looking tired, and sighed, "Why bother? Why risk her life for these people? Why save them? Wouldn't it be better to just take the God-Slaying Sword and leave?"

Jiang Zhaoxue didn't say anything. She held Pei Zichen's hand which was getting colder and colder. As Pei Zichen's spiritual power weakened, she could clearly feel the surrounding barrier weakening.

Where to?

what to do?

Jiang Zhaoxue hugged Pei Zichen, and she seemed to have reached the end of the road. Her consciousness was connected to all her temples at that moment.

Those were the temples that Pei Zichen built for her during her time in the human world. At that moment, even though these temples were dilapidated, they seemed like her eyes and her ears.

She clearly saw the Dingkun Needle collapse and fall towards the human world.

She clearly saw Xinluoyi, who was about to wake up, absorbing the souls from the world. Within a radius of thousands of miles, the souls of countless people flew out. The pain of the souls being torn apart made everyone roll on the ground and wail.

They didn't understand what was happening, they just felt like a nightmare had suddenly come. The mother knelt on the ground holding her child and cried bitterly, the family hugged each other and cried, and in the distance, in front of the Dingkun Needle, all the monks surrounded the Dingkun Needle, desperately pouring spiritual power into the Dingkun Needle, as if they wanted to make a final attempt to keep it.

Only Ye Tianjiao knelt beside him, pouring spiritual power into Ye Wenzhi's body, trying to suppress Ye Wenzhi's soul that was about to be extracted, but he could not suppress it. He could only cry and beg: "Brother, brother, please don't leave! Brother, I'm sorry, I should practice Taoism well, I shouldn't play around, I shouldn't be lazy, I will listen to you in the future, I will listen to you——"

"Gorgeous!"

Gu Qingshan sat beside him. Ye Tianjiao looked over with tears in his eyes. He saw Gu Qingshan staring at the Dingkun Needle intently. He gritted his teeth and said, "Tell Master Jiang Xian that the Dingkun Needle is still there, we are still here, and it still has the potential to reach the heavens. As long as you can comprehend the way of talismans and create your own talismans, you can repair the Dingkun Needle."

“I can’t…” Ye Tianjiao shook his head upon hearing this and said, “Master, I can’t do this. I have no choice… This is fate.”

Ye Tianjiao seemed to have found some backbone, and said in a trembling voice: "This is destiny, Master, I can't do it..."

“There is no destiny.”

Gu Qingshan said as he stood up. He walked inside and spoke loudly, "Master Jiang, the Dingkun Needle will not break. Our Tianji Academy is still here. My disciple will definitely comprehend the way of talismans. Master Jiang, please don't give up on him. Give us some time."

Jiang Zhaoxue used her spiritual sense to overlook the scenes. She vaguely sensed what Gu Qingshan was going to do, but Ye Tianjiao still didn't understand. She just saw Gu Qingshan turning around and smiling at him, then striding forward. Before Ye Tianjiao could react, he suddenly rushed forward, his Nascent Soul exploded, and poured all his strength into the Dingkun Needle!

The moment the blood flower exploded, Ye Tianjiao's eyes widened instantly and he shouted, "Master!"

That was the first time he called the old man Master.

It was also the last time he called the old man "Master".

He looked at the blood-stained Dingkun needle and was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to stand up. He knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.

Jiang Zhaoxue watched these scenes, hugging Pei Zichen tightly. Above her head was the roar of Xin Luoyi's struggle, and in her arms was Pei Zichen's body, which was getting colder and colder. Mu Jinyue looked at her and dissuaded her, "Brother, please stop the Soul Locking Formation. Do you really want to let your brother die here for these people who are destined to die?"

She couldn't let Pei Zichen die here.

She couldn't die here.

They said that it’s good to know when to stop and to retreat after doing your best.

Jiang Zhaoxue forced herself to use her reason and raised her hand to cut off Pei Zichen's soul-locking formation.

However, the moment she placed her hand on Pei Zichen, Pei Zichen grabbed her.

Jiang Zhaoxue froze for a moment, then saw Pei Zichen raise his head. He panted softly and said in a hoarse voice, "I just don't want to give up."

Jiang Zhaoxue stared at him blankly. The young man stared into her eyes. Pei Zichen seemed to know what she wanted. He raised his hand, held hers, and said in a hoarse voice, "I beg you, Penglai Zhenwu Yuanjun."

As he spoke, he held her hand and placed it against his forehead: "Protect me."

Jiang Zhaoxue's hands began to tremble. Pei Zichen closed his eyes and made a soft wish: "Please bless my friends, bless those I know, bless those I meet by chance, bless my beloved. May my Yaoyao have no regrets, no guilt, no struggle, no choice. Just keep moving forward——"

He said, opening his eyes: "I am behind you."

Jiang Zhaoxue was speechless. She looked at the calm eyes of the man in front of her, pursed her lips and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Pei Zichen."

Pei Zichen looked at her quietly. He was like a giant beast bound by chains. Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help laughing.

"I found that I still can't bear to see you die."

Pei Zichen was stunned, and then he felt Jiang Zhaoxue exert force in an instant and crushed the soul-locking formation on Pei Zichen's body!

At that moment, Xin Luoyi roared out, and Jiang Zhaoxue raised his hand and threw the Qiankun Lottery, saying loudly: "The way of heaven is unpredictable, and the fate is in the hands of heaven. Best of luck, Dragon Locking Formation, Spirit Gathering Formation, open!"

Jiang Zhaoxue opened two formations in an instant. The Dragon Locking Formation locked Xin Luoyi, and the Spirit Gathering Formation would lock the people's souls, preventing Xin Luoyi from absorbing the people's spiritual power.

The lucky fortune letter flies upwards.

Jiang Zhaoxue raised his hand, crushed it, and ran straight outside!

Seeing this, Mu Jinyue reacted suddenly, raised her hand and cut the neck of the dying monk next to her, sucked the other's death energy and rushed out with Jiang Zhaoxue!

Pei Zichen felt the spiritual power that suddenly backfired after the Soul Locking Formation was interrupted, forcing himself to pounce forward and pull Mu Jinyue back!

At the same time, he untied Shen Yuqing's restraints and hurriedly said, "Master, come and help her!"

Shen Yuqing was stunned by what he heard, then sensed Jiang Zhaoxue's location and rushed out in a hurry.

His spiritual power was almost exhausted by Pei Zichen, and he could only run wildly outside.

The road was littered with corpses and people suffering from the loss of their souls or even their lives. He stepped in the blood, desperately absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy.

At this time, Jiang Zhaoxue jumped out of the cave and rode a white crane towards the heights of the holy pool.

The wind blew through her hair. She looked at the sky in the distance that was about to brighten. She watched the two formations she had set up spread out above the holy pool, rolling and roaring in the blood pool. Silla, who had originally rushed out, was pulled and locked again.

She rushed all the way to the higher ground, facing the morning light and cool breeze.

A sigh came from above, and Song Wulan's voice came from all directions, sighing: "Your two formations can't hold up for a moment, why bother?"

"How can it be useless?" Jiang Zhaoxue perched high above the sacred pond, holding a white crane, overlooking the volcanic sacred pond. He quickly formed a seal and said calmly, "The Forbidden Spirit Formation above our heads can block any attempt to plunder our primordial spirit."

"So what?" Song Wu Lan was puzzled. "Your soul-forbidden formation won't last long. You can't open a soul-forbidden formation above everyone's head."

"Who says I can't?" Jiang Zhaoxue raised his eyes and looked forward, his hands drawing quickly, and he said calmly, "The limitation of a fortune-teller in opening a formation is due to the limitation of his own spiritual power. It's difficult for me to save tens of millions of people, but what if I only save one person? What if the person I save is also giving me strength and saving himself? I will only save one person and open only one formation, which requires very little spiritual power. Then I can open thousands of formations for tens of millions of people! Everyone has a sky above their heads." Jiang Zhaoxue clasped his hands together, a slightly crazy smile on his face, "Then let me, Jiang Zhaoxue, be their sky!"

After saying that, Jiang Zhaoxue pulled with both hands, and the Qiankun Lottery swung in front of her. She quickly chanted an incantation and said calmly: "The way of heaven is unpredictable. I gamble my life on heaven. Good luck to the best, and good luck to the world—"

As he spoke, he shook the Qiankun sticks rapidly.

Seeing this, Song Wulan chuckled: "Good luck to the world? You dare to make such a wish? If the fortune is bad, you will definitely die."

Jiang Zhaoxue didn't say anything. She floated in the air, making hand gestures and looking into the distance.

She connected her spiritual consciousness to all her temples.

No matter how dilapidated or abandoned, no matter in Daxia or in the north, she could easily connect to all her temples, and in every place in the world that could be seen by the world, she would reveal her Dharma image as the sun rose.

The huge Dharma image, illuminated by the morning light, looks down at the world from the sky.

All the people looked at this scene in amazement. They saw the goddess twisting her hands into a magic formula, and clouds and silk filled the sky. Then the sound of the magic spread to every corner of the world. She solemnly raised her voice: "I am Penglai Zhenwu Yuanjun. I obey the command of the Heavenly Dao to punish the evil way of longevity in the paradise of bliss and save you from all difficulties! Those whose loved ones have suffered and are full of hatred, please make a wish to me; those whose relatives and friends are suffering and in pain, please make a wish to me; those who have fallen into water and fire, please make a wish to me. In all the difficulties in the world, I will respond to all wishes with my immortal body. I ask you all to summon Penglai Zhenwu Yuanjun——"

"Penglai Zhenwu Yuanjun..."

Someone murmured her honorific title, and then realized: "It's a god! It's a god who came to save us!"

"Save my child—"

"Save my family—"

“Save me—”

"God, Penglai Zhenwu Yuanjun, please—"

"Blessing!"

Jiang Zhaoxue listened to the prayers from all living beings and felt the power coming from all over the world and pouring into her body. She closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and in the morning light, threw out a fortune stick.

Shen Yuqing watched her from afar, running among the crowd. Amidst the sounds of people kneeling and praying, she watched the movements of the glowing woman in the distance and cried out in surprise, "No!!"

However, it was too late for him. He only saw the light explode from Jiang Zhaoxue's body in an instant, and then countless light arrays centered on her, covering everyone's head from near to far.

There were tens of thousands of people, an endless number of people. Power surged out of Jiang Zhaoxue's body at a rapid speed. Shen Yuqing watched in panic as her hair turned silver. Regardless of the pain of his almost broken tendons, he jumped onto the sword and rushed towards Jiang Zhaoxue!

At that moment, the power of millions of faiths suddenly rushed towards Jiang Zhaoxue like fireflies. The wind and clouds surged around him, and spiritual power poured into Jiang Zhaoxue's body like a whirlpool.

Jiang Zhaoxue felt as if her whole body was about to explode, but she still endured the pain and transformed the power of faith that was poured into her into spiritual power and transmitted it out in circles.

However, as the power grew, the power required also became greater and greater. The speed of her tendons and veins could not keep up with the speed of both. Countless powers of faith accumulated in her tendons and veins, until finally, when there was no escape, it exploded like a flood breaking through a dam!

Spiritual waves surged across the land like surging ocean waves. Magical formations, like umbrellas supporting the sky, opened above everyone's heads. A woman high above rose with the sun, her light obscuring the entire sky.

Jiang Zhaoxue has become the eighth-level destiny master!

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The author has something to say: [Small Theater·Character Design]

Jiang Zhaoxue: From Vegas to Macau

Pei Zichen: A top student majoring in both arts and sciences

Ye Tianjiao: The Strongest Programmer in the Three Realms

Shen Yuqing: Physical Education Muppet (beautiful, silly, but strong)

Qian Sisi: The poorest and most useless jungler (Qian Sisi: How can I not be useless if I can’t improve my finances?)

Li Xiuji: Mysterious

Mu Jinyue: Mysterious

I originally thought I could finish this volume in one chapter, but I overestimated myself.

The Scroll of Light will call back the Scroll of Destiny.

After going around in circles, everyone found that they were all old acquaintances [rainbow fart]

I have finally written this. I have been waiting for my outline for an unknown amount of time. I am almost writing emo.