"You've forgotten again, we are one body with ten souls. You've overlooked something very serious."

A deep sorrow suddenly welled up in Xi Yin's cold and piercing eyes, a sorrow so intense it seemed to freeze into water, shimmering in the dark, eerie light of the demonic fire.

"A-Tong hid a small note in the branches of the hibiscus tree, with only eight characters written on it. I found it before I went into seclusion, but I couldn't understand it until..."

Until the moment the plain silk arrow was shot at him.

The sixth strategy: Substitute a plum for a peach.

The seventh strategy: The cicada sheds its shell.

Xihe covered her eyes with her trembling hands, tears dripping from between her fingers, but she didn't want to wipe them away. She just let the tears fall, her chest feeling like it was stuffed with a boulder, and she couldn't breathe at all.

Di Jun and Tai Yi both lowered their heads sadly, closed their eyes in unbearable sorrow, and a single tear hung on his war-scarred cheek. After a long silence, he let out a quiet sigh.

Xi said, "I am already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and she is still a Taiyi Golden Immortal. How could she hurt me?"

"Just don't forget that her body is composed of seven parts solar essence metal, three parts golden crow blood, and one part Jumang."

"Each arrow, in fact, didn't hit me; instead, it self-destructed right in front of me, less than an inch away—"

"Only when the closest power, which originates from the same source as me, is reduced to ashes will it deceive your eyes."

"I watched her die right before my eyes, watched her smile turn to ashes, watched my heart be torn away inch by inch, and I couldn't even utter a cry—"

"I accompanied her as she fell from the light of day into the endless abyss; and from there, we climbed back up to the mortal realm, stepping over every dead soul. We climbed step by step up to the Purple Cloud Palace, until we reached the barrier where Hongjun sealed Rahu."

"In this battle, the people behind the scenes have changed hands too many times. There are countless people who have died or come back to life. Reincarnation has not yet been established, and the dead can still be reborn."

"But the only one whose soul was truly scattered and departed."

"Only mine..."

"A-Tong".

He tilted his head slightly, and his raised palm was empty.

"Do you know what it means for the soul to be scattered? It means that the entire soul is gone and disappears into the world."

"Do you know what it means to be reduced to ashes? It means that even if you want to collect her body, you won't be able to find any trace of her existence."

He said softly, "She left quickly, leaving me behind—this world is so vast, so cold it chills to the bone, yet it leaves me..."

How can we survive?

The Heavenly Dao's body trembled uncontrollably.

He had never felt guilty or afraid before, but at this moment, he dared not meet the boy's eyes, as if just looking into those dark eyes would utterly destroy him.

"Shut up! Shut up! You deserve to die—"

He immediately tried to attack the boy, but Luo Hou did not stop him, only letting out a cold laugh.

The spiritual power of Heaven rushed towards Xi, but suddenly black demonic energy, resembling ripples of water, rippled in the air, firmly protecting Xi. The spiritual power that surged towards her was completely swallowed up by the demonic energy.

"This cultivation level...this cultivation level can't possibly be that of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, it can't be—" The Heavenly Dao roared in fury, "You're a Primordial Saint? When did you advance to the Primordial Saint level?! I didn't bestow upon you the Primordial Purple Qi, how could you possibly advance to the Primordial Saint level?!"