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Li Sisui took off his plain robe and wrapped it around Leng Rushuang, then called out anxiously:

"Miss Leng? Are you alright? Wake up!"

Leng Rushuang's eyes were tightly closed, and apart from the occasional tremor of her long eyelashes, she made no other movement. If it weren't for the faint breath coming from her nose, Li Sisui would have thought she was dead...

Not knowing what had happened on the mountain path, nor where they were, and with Leng Rushuang's fate still unknown, Li Sisui was in a state of panic, not knowing what to do. A strong wind was rising around them, and sand and dust filled the sky. As the wind continued to pick up, Li Sisui could do nothing but hold Leng Rushuang tightly in his arms.

The surroundings were dark and chaotic. Due to the suppression of his divine sense, he had no concept of time or distance. He didn't know how much time had passed before the flying sand and stones under his feet began to gradually decrease. When Li Sisui was able to open his eyes, he was shocked to find that the purple pillar of light that had been on the horizon was now right next to him!

He was swept away by the gale and carried for such a long distance. Now, his eyes were filled with purple light, and the world was purple. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that there was a group of people standing behind the purple pillar of light. However, they were all burly and had solemn expressions. All of them were staring intently at the purple pillar of light, as if no one had noticed Li Sisui's arrival!

"Leng Rushuang! Wake up!"

Li Sisui lowered his voice and called out a few more times, but Leng Rushuang still didn't react. He glanced up and was shocked. The group of people, whether in their attire or their aura, were completely different from what he had seen before. Even the surrounding environment was extremely strange!

There was absolutely no spiritual energy to speak of, like a stagnant pool. Now, with his divine sense restricted and his storage ring locked, he couldn't recover using spiritual energy. He was truly backed to the brink of despair, and his only hope, Leng Rushuang, remained unconscious, her fate unknown...

Cough cough!

Just as Li Sisui was at a loss, Leng Rushuang in his arms finally moved. She coughed a few times and vomited a large amount of blood again, which instantly stained Li Sisui's Taoist robe red. Upon closer inspection, he realized that Leng Rushuang was bleeding profusely from her abdomen. The Taoist robe that she had just put on was already soaked in black and red. An ominous premonition instantly crept into Li Sisui's heart!

"Miss Leng! You're awake! How are you feeling?"

Leng Rushuang's face was as white as paper, her brows were tightly furrowed, and she shook her head with difficulty. Through her messy hair, she gave Li Sisui a painful and desperate look. Li Sisui's heart sank. This was probably going to be a big problem. In all the time they had spent together, when had he ever seen Leng Rushuang with such an expression?

"What's wrong? What can I do for you?"

Leng Rushuang stared at the purple light filling the sky above, making no attempt to hide her inner fear. Her face was filled with disbelief, and after a long while, she managed to squeeze out two words through gritted teeth:

"Magic Mountain!"

"What?"

"How...how did we end up at Demon Mountain?!"

"You said this is Demon Mountain? How far is it from Sage Hill? This place is so strange, there's not a trace of spiritual energy around, I can't even project my divine sense, and I can't even open my storage ring!"

Li Sisui rattled off his doubts in one breath, and Leng Rushuang listened with a blank stare, saying in a daze:

"It's over, completely over. I've been brought to Demon Mountain by the chaotic, shattered space... Saint's Hill. I'm afraid I'll never be able to go back..."

Li Sisui's eyes widened like saucers, and he subconsciously said:

"How could it be over already? Are Demon Mountain and Sage Hill that far apart?"

At this moment, Leng Rushuang's face was filled with sorrow. Without any further restraint, she rested her head on Li Sisui's arm and murmured:

"Mount Demon... cough cough, Mount Demon and Sage Hill are two completely independent planes of space. Unless one possesses the great supernatural power to shatter the void, there is no way to return there. Cough cough, and in my current state, my time is almost up..."

Leng Rushuang sat up abruptly, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her back was hunched, and she gasped for breath, her voice hoarse as she said:

"This place is a holy land of demonic cultivators, a graveyard for immortal cultivators. If I could open the storage ring, I might be able to prolong my life with the help of elixirs. But being on Demon Mountain, that's impossible. I'm powerless to change anything; I can only wait to die..."

"A holy land of demonic cultivators! How could this happen..."

Li Sisui had a bitter expression on his face. He never expected that he would transmigrate again so soon after his soul transmigrated. The Holy Land of Demonic Cultivators, where immortals and demons have been irreconcilable enemies since ancient times, what good would come of transmigrating into the territory of his old enemy?

"It's really all over! If we fall into the hands of these great demons, won't we be skinned alive, have our souls extracted and our bones refined?"

Leng Rushuang glanced at Li Sisui and then laughed, as if she were experiencing a final burst of energy before death.

"You're such a strange person, always spouting weird and unusual things..."

Although this place is a sacred ground for demonic cultivators, everyone here is still human; they just have different ways of cultivating and seeking the Dao. If it weren't for the purple moon overhead, even I wouldn't have been able to confirm it. After all, Demon Mountain only exists in ancient texts and legends. Those who can ascend to Demon Mountain are all exceptionally talented individuals, far beyond our comprehension...

I never imagined that the final moments of my life would be so dramatic; it certainly made my life worthwhile!

From Leng Rushuang's tone, Li Sisui sensed her boundless attachment to life, yet also her helplessness in watching her beautiful woman perish. This would be a cruel thing for anyone, especially since Li Sisui and Leng Rushuang had spent so much time together. Although they spoke coldly to each other, they couldn't help but feel grateful for each other's companionship in this unfamiliar environment.

Who would have thought that life is unpredictable? Even cultivators who can command the wind and rain and fly through the air cannot foresee how this day will come, just like Leng Rushuang at this very moment...

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