"Master, I, your disciple Miaozhen, bow in reverence! I am now trapped in a foreign land, besieged and fiercely attacked by evil men. My situation is extremely critical, and my life hangs by a thread! I beg you, Master, to have mercy and use your divine powers to save me from this dire situation..."

Miaozhen stood alone and helpless, as if in a raging storm, desperately resisting the fierce attacks of Daoji and his powerful enemies. Her body swayed precariously, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

However, even with such difficulties, Miaozhen did not give up hope, but instead prayed sincerely to her teacher Hu Le in the depths of her heart.

Meanwhile, in another primordial world, in the Floating Palace, Hu Le was sitting upright on the Biyou bed, completely focused on refining the incomparably precious Dao Fruit.

Suddenly, a strange feeling welled up in his heart, like a stone being thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

"Huh? This is..."

Hu Le frowned slightly, and after a moment's thought, he decisively stopped his cultivation for the time being.

He slowly opened his eyes, a barely perceptible glint flashing in his deep, unfathomable gaze.

Immediately afterward, he relaxed his mind a little, and Miaozhen's anxious and earnest cry for help immediately entered his heart.

"I see……"

Hu Le nodded slightly, already understanding everything.

The next moment, he casually picked up a purple bamboo staff that emitted a faint purple aura from beside him.

This purple bamboo staff may seem ordinary, but it is actually his artifact for proving his Dao, containing some of his Daoist supernatural powers. As his cultivation level grows stronger, the power of this purple bamboo staff becomes increasingly mysterious.

Hu Le held the purple bamboo staff and gently waved it at the empty space in front of him.

In an instant, a crisp sound of tearing silk rang out, and a narrow crack was forcibly opened in the originally empty void.

The crevice was deep and dark, as if it led to an endless abyss.

Then, Hu Le lightly raised his arm and forcefully threw the purple bamboo staff in his hand towards the void rift like a javelin.

The purple bamboo staff transformed into a streak of purple light, shooting into the dark crack with lightning speed and disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

In another primordial world, a magnificent array stands in the void, with boundless divine light shining endlessly in the void.

Inside the formation, Miaozhen quickly completed her prayer, but she still faced an unprecedented and immense crisis.

After all, although she prayed to Hu Le in time, the two were separated by two vast primordial realms, and she wasn't sure if her teacher could receive her plea for help.

So, if prayers are useless, she'll have to rely on herself to escape...

Throughout history, thanks to the Yin-Yang Bell hanging high above her head, Miaozhen has been able to resist the siege of many powerful enemies and remain standing.

However, as time went on, the enemy's offensive became increasingly fierce and relentless, showing no sign of stopping.

They unleashed all sorts of powerful supernatural abilities and magical treasures, bombarding the Yin-Yang Bell like a relentless storm.

Among them, the three sages, including Daoji, held not ordinary magic weapons, but innate treasures with astonishing power!

The power of creation and destruction contained in these treasures is so immense that even the Yin-Yang Bell, known for its strong defense, would find it difficult to withstand such a fierce attack for an extended period.

After all, in terms of quality, the treasure in the other party's possession might not be inferior to the Yin-Yang Bell.

At this moment, under the siege of the saints, although the Yin-Yang Bell tried its best to resist wave after wave of attacks, its defensive power still had its limits.

After several rounds of fierce fighting, Miao Zhen suddenly let out a muffled groan.

At the same time, the Yin-Yang Bell, which had been steadily suspended on the auspicious cloud above her head, suddenly trembled violently. Then, a loud "clang" rang out, and the divine light shining on the entire bell instantly dissipated. As if it had lost its support, it fell straight down from the auspicious cloud.

In an instant, Miaozhen lost the protection of the Yin-Yang Bell, her most important protective treasure, and was completely exposed to the overwhelming attack of the saints.

Just then, numerous figures rushed in like ghosts, each with a cold and stern expression, their magical weapons gleaming, and they charged straight towards Miaozhen with an incomparably fierce aura.

Upon seeing this, Miaozhen was startled and quickly raised her jade hand, suddenly scattering a dazzling burst of celestial light.

The celestial light, like a dazzling sun, instantly surged around her, forming layer upon layer of thick and solid barriers.

Each barrier shimmered with mysterious runes and strange light, as if containing boundless power.

However, the attacks from the crowd were also exceptionally fierce, with various spells and magical treasures bombarding the celestial light like a storm.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, shaking the entire space.

Faced with such a powerful impact, the celestial light began to tremble violently, teetering on the brink of collapse like a candle in the wind.

At the same time, the auspicious cloud above Miaozhen's head also began to rotate slightly, emitting rays of soft, clear light.

As the auspicious clouds circulated, an extremely pure stream of energy shot out from it, sweeping towards the Yin-Yang Bell not far away with lightning speed.

In the blink of an eye, the pure energy had already enveloped the Yin-Yang Bell...

The crisp "pop" sound was clear and pleasant, yet it also sent shivers down one's spine.

The celestial light surrounding Miaozhen quickly shattered and dissipated under the fierce attacks of the crowd, and the power of their attacks was greatly reduced, pausing for a moment.

Miao Zhen's delicate body trembled violently, and a pale look flashed across her face. But with the help of the immortal light, she managed to retrieve the Yin-Yang Bell in the blink of an eye.

Miao Zhen stood still with a solemn expression. After taking a deep breath, she prepared to raise the Yin-Yang Bell above her head once again to protect herself.

However, at this critical moment, all the saints unleashed their supernatural powers, wielding various powerful magical artifacts and attacking her like a storm.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Miaozhen dared not be careless in the slightest. She quickly swung the sword she was holding tightly in her hand, slashing left and blocking right, trying to resist the attacks coming from all directions.

In an instant, the crisp sounds of the magical artifacts colliding echoed throughout the entire space.

The boundless power of the Heavenly Dao rules carried on the magical artifacts also burst forth continuously with the clash. As the power of the Heavenly Dao continued to intertwine and collide intensely, bursts of light and fluctuations that made one's heart tremble.

Despite Miaozhen's best efforts to defend herself, she gradually felt overwhelmed by the sheer number and strength of her opponents.

As the saying goes, "Two fists can't beat four hands." Even though Miaozhen had already achieved the Dao of Refining Emptiness, she was still unable to withstand the onslaught of attacks.

As time went on, Miaozhen's defenses gradually began to show weaknesses.

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