Chapter 257

The sound of the temple collapsing and shattering filled the air, and this azure building, built with the obsession and admiration of millions of years, finally came to an end with the final lament of the mermaids.

When the dragon left the temple, it also stole a few drops of mermaid tears.

"The power of the divine realm is dissipating." Bai Xieyou was in mid-air. The dragons loved to hide treasures, and the mermaid tears in his claws were shining with a crystal-clear precious light.

"The Merfolk are hidden deep in the Sea of ​​Thrushes, and even their tears are considered a rare commodity."

"Meng Aning, have you looked at that Hou Pearl enough? Give it to me now."

“Things made from the extreme water are highly nourishing.” The dragon swam above Ying Ning’s head and tried to swallow the ancient Hou pearl in front of her, but Ying Ning dodged it.

"What are you doing?" Bai Xie felt something touch him.

“Everyone naturally likes treasures.” Ying Ning put away the ancient Hou pearl, which made Bai Xielong grit his teeth in anger.

"Hello--"

"This ancient ferocious beast feeds on dragons, which is a great tonic for me, but of no benefit to you!" The Chilong could not bear to see the treasure in front of him fly away.

He followed Yingning angrily, muttering to himself the whole way.

For some reason, even after the God Realm shattered, the effects of the spatial laws on Bai Xie had not yet dissipated. When the two appeared in the blood pool, he roared.

"What kind of water is this?!"

"I cannot bear to lie in such dirty water."

"Stay put." The clear and melodious voice reached the dragon's ears, which made him stay still and obedient.

Qing Chu was dead, and the life force he had protected within his body surged out.

Ying Ning chanted the incantation, and a reincarnation array, brimming with boundless vitality, was activated above the blood pool. After the living soul went to the Six Paths of Reincarnation, it would lose its memory in the River of Oblivion, and would certainly forget the mermaids who had cultivated for millions of years in the Ghost Realm.

Chilong looked at the blood pool formation and felt that it looked familiar, as if he had recited the formation countless times.

The dragon's head started to hurt again, and Bai Xie naturally didn't want to think about it anymore.

While Ying Ning was busy, he idly threw small stones into the formation. The stones passed through the bodyless soul until Ying Ning gave him a sharp look, at which point the little dragon leaped out of the water and obediently coiled on the rock, waiting for the formation to end.

The Blood Pool was originally a sacred place. Karmic fire scorched the bewitching flower stamens, and the slender petals fell to the ground. The surrounding air froze, and the evil energy in the eerie realm slowly dissipated.

A light rain began to fall outside the pool; it was the dragon that summoned the rain to help her disperse it.

The filth and bloodshed of the Ghost Realm over millions of years were washed away by this torrential rain, and the Flower of Karmic Fire took root and sprouted in the Spirit Pool, solely to protect this land.

The sound of light footsteps echoed in the eerie realm.

The man of Frosty Cold and Pure Elegance wandered in the realm of ghosts for many days, but gained nothing.

His dark eyes were silent and somber, and he carried a bamboo sword. Although he had fair skin and a spiritual body, the evil aura of the strange realm seemed to be secretly entangled in his shadow.

Li Ziqing scanned the strange realm with his divine sense countless times, but still could not find any trace of the person he was looking for.

He then went to the underworld, but Que Rong was in seclusion and Bai Xie was not there, so he came up empty-handed.

He knew that his obsessive wandering in the realm of ghosts would only lead to the same fate as his search for immortal records and his traversal of the five realms, ultimately resulting in nothing.

Over the past few centuries, Li Ziqing has begun to doubt whether the phoenix's rebirth from the ashes is merely a vague and illusory myth from the celestial realm.

She lied to him...

She lied to everyone.

Immortals are not supposed to dream, but he started dreaming.

In my dream, I saw her as a tiny child, calling out "Master" word by word.

As she departed after slaying the demon, she said to him, "Master, I will never fail the teachings of the sect. On this journey, I will surely eliminate all demons to safeguard the peace of heaven and earth!"

A century later, she crawled out of the demon's lair and reappeared at the Sword Sect, her voice cold and indifferent: "Disciple Feng Yingning greets Master."

Outside of a dream.

The heartless celestial being willingly descended to the mortal world.

The drizzle failed to reach the immortal's body, and he was utterly despondent.

Li Ziqing suddenly felt that the Six Realms were not very interesting.

From birth, he was instilled with the intricacies of the immortal realm, and he remembered them all, right or wrong.

His master taught him to love all things in the world, so he took in the orphaned phoenix clan.

The sect viewed demons as a raging flood, so he slew all demonic fetuses and demonic heads.

He always put the immortal sects first and never had any other thoughts, but among the myriad emotions of the mortal world, one of them happened to fall on him.

All sorts of things, the past is painful.

It is truly unforgettable.

With a slight thought, Li Ziqing's longsword, which was far away in the abyss of the Immortal Trapping Cliff, whistled and pierced through the void of a realm, standing in front of him. The banished immortal was filled with despair, and the Unyielding Sword trembled slightly, trying to stop its master.

Seeing the resentment and hatred in the Ghost Realm, Li Ziqing felt that this was a good place to go.

So the sword struggled to cut through his chest and pierced his spiritual bone.

His spiritual bones shattered, and his immortal soul had already been mostly devoured. Now, the part that could still sustain his body was about to vanish under the sword.

But at this very moment...

The karmic fire extinguished the evil energy of the strange realm, and this aura naturally blew towards him as well.

This is....

Li Ziqing's cold gaze slowly softened, her expression filled with disbelief.

He was born with the body of an immortal, and through a thousand years of cultivation he never slacked off, thus acquiring a face as white as jade.

He was like the lotus heart nurtured by the sacred lotus that has been growing for ten thousand years on the snow-capped mountain peak, born pure and innocent, without emotion or desire, yet he was indulging in lust.

Li Ziqing sensed the aura of the karmic fire, and his long-sealed memories surged forth like a tidal wave, causing a surge of resentment that almost caused the Unyielding Sword, which was unwilling to harm him, to break free.

The rain intensified, and the banished immortal drew his sword.

He traversed most of the strange realm in an instant, appearing anxiously at the blood pool.

When Li Ziqing landed at the blood pool, the Samsara Array had just completely dissipated, and the azure dragon on the half-rock was leaping and swimming above the pool, causing ripples in the water.

He felt as if some force had pierced his heart, causing him unbearable pain.

He was even more at a loss than when he was injured in the chest.

When the banished immortal arrived, he was flustered and his sword, the Unyielding Sword, crashed to the ground, its gruesome bloodstains quietly seeping into the mud.

Within the deep pool, the presence of karmic fire can be sensed.

"Ah... Ning." Li Ziqing's voice was slightly hoarse, and if you listened carefully, you could also hear the timidity in her voice.

He didn't even know if he was dreaming.

To Li Ziqing's disappointment, the woman who leaped gracefully from the deep pool was wearing a misty robe and had a crescent moon-like face, but the other half of her face was so strikingly beautiful that it was easily recognizable.

no...

It's not Aning.

He watched as the dragon nestled against her neck and whispered something to her.

Like Bai Xie, this woman was surrounded by the aura of the underworld. She was only stunned when she saw him appear, then patted the dragon's head and brushed past him.

The moment she passed by him, Li Ziqing felt as if his heart had been crushed.

so--

He still grabbed her wrist.

"Who are you...?"

His voice was hoarse, as if he had grasped at the last straw.