Chen Jing watched all this silently and picked up the five pebbles.

Apart from the fifth pebble, which seemed unchanged and remained the same, the other four pebbles appeared much rounder, with mysterious and profound runes and flowing radiance, especially the first one, which was as hot as sunlight.

Out of the corner of his eye, Chen Jing saw Bai Yueyi sleeping soundly in pain. The purple light on her body was increasing, like glowing bruises covering her skin.

Now, his battle has only just begun.

Chen Jing walked into the room where Bai Yueyi's power could not penetrate and looked at the statue on the red cloth wooden board.

Based on the knowledge he gained from the source of darkness, Chen Jing can now use the power of the entire blood sacrifice ritual to intercept and seize control of the Bai Ze Scroll.

This will be the greatest adventure he can have here.

He had everything needed for the ritual: talisman paper, cinnabar, a brush, a Bagua mirror, and so on. These items had been taken out while he was rummaging through his backpack.

In Chen Jing's mind, Bai Yueyi's magical power, her beautiful face, and her alluring body flashed by.

Scenes flashed through Chen Jing's eyes.

Those were scenes of people's battles.

That was Fengting's self-sacrifice.

That was Bai Yueyi, looking into Chen Jing's eyes and calmly saying, "A characteristic more important than survival is free will."

Chen Jing couldn't help but give a wry smile:

"Don't test human nature."

He held the Bagua mirror high.

He slammed it hard onto the ground.

The jade mirror shattered into pieces with a crash.

Chen Jing grasped a pebble, infused it with spiritual power, and loudly chanted its incantation:

"people!"

The sound resonated powerfully in the narrow passage.

So what if it's the greatest adventure? I don't care.

Heaven has given it to me, but I refuse to accept it.

That's just human nature!

Chen Jing felt himself rise into the sky, looking down on the vicinity of Meijing City from an indescribably high position. It was dark everywhere, but there were many scattered points of light, like flames.

His will, like that of a ship thrown into the sea, was poured into the most intense part of the flames, which was none other than the port's ship area.

Chen Jing felt that he was no longer alone, but all of them.

He feels what everyone feels, sees what everyone sees, and is fighting with himself.

...

Li Huaxing raised his sword and charged towards the surging soldiers of the High Wall District amidst the chaos of the battlefield.

He suddenly felt an indescribable courage welling up inside him.

All the combat skills he had learned instantly merged into one at this moment; footwork, swordsmanship, tactics—all of these were awakened in his mind like instinct.

Outside the door, a torrential purple rain fell. Inside, the boy's sword was ablaze with flames.

Martial arts, the Blazing Sword!