Divine power carrying purification overflowed from Shu Yun's palm, forming an airtight protective shield. Only in this way could the omnipresent demonic energy be blocked.

The gale tore apart the incoming demonic energy. There was too much demonic energy here. She had divine power protecting her, but she didn't know how much of it had entered Jiang Yan's body while she and Jiang Yan were trapped in the illusion.

Every second Jiang Yan stays here increases the danger to him.

She turned her head to look at Jiang Yan, who was still trapped in the illusion.

Shu Yun, who always had everything under control, felt inexplicably uneasy. Ten thousand years ago, she had become a high god, wielding the Tai'a sword. In terms of individual combat power, no one in the Three Realms could compare to her.

Force cannot solve everything, but overwhelming force can help her protect Penglai's safety in the simplest and most direct way. As long as she is there, no one will dare to harm the people of Penglai.

Now, she is facing a predicament that her divine powers cannot resolve.

She can suppress the evil energy within Jiang Yan's body, but the divine power she injects will be consumed by the demonic energy continuously generated within Jiang Yan's body. The process of divine power and demonic energy eroding each other will also cause the host extreme pain.

As long as Jiang Yan continues to use the power of demonic cultivators, new demonic energy will enter his flesh and blood until the day he reaches the end of all demonic cultivators.

If she wanted to prevent Jiang Yan from reaching that day, there was only one way she could do.

They destroyed Jiang Yan's demonic cultivation and then slowly purified the demonic energy in his flesh and blood until it was completely gone.

The path of demonic cultivation is wicked, but the cultivation level increases extremely quickly. Without exception, all demonic cultivators are eventually devoured by their inner demons and lose their own consciousness.

Only by abandoning his identity as a demonic cultivator and clearing away the demonic energy can we guide him to Penglai to cultivate orthodox immortal techniques, thus eliminating future troubles forever.

While dispersing the constantly surging demonic energy, Shu Yun led Jiang Yan around, searching for a way to ascend.

She and Jiang Yan fell from above into the ground to get to this godforsaken place, so pointing upwards to find a way out is always the right thing to do.

She kept a close eye on the changes in the evil energy within Jiang Yan's body. Whenever the divine power left in his body could not suppress the restless evil energy, she would add some of it.

The relentless onslaught of demonic energy and her efforts to suppress the evil energy in Jiang Yan's body rapidly depleted her divine power.

As Shu Yun led Jiang Yan up the mountain, she waved her sleeve to disperse the demonic energy in front of her, using her divine power to purify the black mist. Just as she was about to catch her breath and fly towards the summit with Jiang Yan, a burst of demonic energy suddenly shot out from behind her and struck Shu Yun directly in the back.

She groaned and mobilized her divine power to quickly surround the spreading demonic energy, preventing it from causing further damage to her body.

The higher they flew, the less demonic energy there was, and a barrier became faintly visible. Shu Yun breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed her guess was correct—the exit was indeed above.

But this barrier...

She unleashed several bursts of divine power to test the barrier. The power struck the barrier, causing ripples on its surface, but the barrier returned to calm within seconds.

Shu Yun glanced at the relentlessly pursuing demonic energy below. Looking down from above, it resembled a boundless black sea surging up.

She leaped upwards and placed Jiang Yan at the edge of the barrier, using her divine power to firmly protect him. Looking into his blood-red eyes, she remained silent for a moment before lightly kissing his smooth forehead.

Shu Yun turned and flew towards the black sea surging below. The boundless black sea rising continuously from the ground and the red gods falling from above collided violently with the force of thunder.

The immense divine power blasted a hole in the bottomless black sea, and the surrounding demonic energy filled the huge void from the side.

Shu Yun's once bright and beautiful face had turned pale and bloodless, yet she faced the seemingly endless black sea without a trace of fear, still the same Shu Yun who had been high above Penglai for countless millennia.

It seemed that nothing could frighten her.

As the Black Sea gradually calmed down, Shu Yun slowly exhaled, her slender, fair fingers flying as she formed hand seals.

The camellias that always bloomed brightly at the corners of her eyes seemed to wilt slightly with her movements, their delicate red petals appearing somewhat listless.

Her long, black hair danced in the wind, her crimson skirt fluttered, a gust of wind swirled around her sleeves, and a faint, almost imperceptible floral fragrance filled the air.

A strange movement occurred in the distant Penglai.

The ancient divine sword Tai'a shone brightly, its entire body radiating light, as it sped through the air from the main hall of Penglai, responding to its master's call and heading towards the land of shattering rocks and splitting the sky in the far north of the Demon Realm.