Ordinary people may only see the intense battle between them, but only the two people in the middle know how difficult it is.
The surrounding area was filled with energy fluctuations from the continuous battles, which even formed a black hole, isolating the two from the outside world.
Lu Zhaozhao was panting heavily, and her hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.
It was the third day, and she and Wei Zhanjie were locked in a fierce battle, both of them exhausted.
Wei Zhanjie was also in poor condition. He was now just a remnant soul, and despite recuperating for a long time, he had not yet regained all his abilities.
As the light shone down, his figure became even more transparent.
His eyes were fixed on Lu Zhaozhao, filled with resentment, and his words were filled with anguish: "As a close friend, why do you draw your sword against me? And why do you block my path?"
Lu Zhaozhao frowned. These words were clearly not directed at her, so it could only mean that Wei Zhanjie regarded her as a Celestial Immortal.
She looked into Wei Zhanjie's bloodshot red eyes, which were churning with emotions she couldn't understand.
"Heaven wants me dead, but I refuse to submit. I'm determined to change this predetermined fate!"
He almost roared, venting his anger. The bitterness that had been building up for a thousand years finally came out on this day.
"So what if you're the Chosen One of Heaven? I still managed to take half your life. Even the new Chosen One of Heaven, your descendant, that Yun Xian, wasn't he also tricked by me, trapped by love, and suffered the backlash of Heaven! Hahahaha, what a load of bull, Heaven! I'm going to tear it down!"
As he spoke, he attacked Lu Zhaozhao.
This person is now completely obsessed, and such people are the most difficult to deal with.
Lu Zhaozhao retreated with a sullen face, dodging his increasingly fierce attacks.
With one step back, she had nowhere left to retreat.
Since that's the case, we have no choice but to take a gamble!
The reverse karma flashed with light, and Lu Zhaozhao used all the moves she knew.
The Eighteen Styles of Qing Dynasty, Moon Reflected in Ten Thousand Rivers, Gentle Sun...
In the back-and-forth struggle, both men sustained injuries, some more severe than others.
But Wei Zhanjie seemed to have completely lost his mind, disregarding his dissipating body and attacking Lu Zhaozhao.
She was at her wit's end and couldn't think of any other way out.
Looking at Wei Zhanjie, she seemed to suddenly understand why he was so crazy.
A thousand-year-old remnant soul is not easy to preserve. He went against the natural order and offended the heavens. He probably never intended to live to see today. The reason he went so crazy was to perish together with Lu Zhaozhao, whom he had personally nurtured and who had a similar experience to the Heavenly Gang Immortal. At least, this would not be considered a defeat.
Having figured out the key point, Lu Zhaozhao smiled gently.
To perish together with Wei Zhanjie would not be considered a defeat, nor would it be considered a defeat for her either.
That's a good idea!
The thought crossed her mind: in this situation, she had forgotten that she was there to complete a mission and was willing to face death.
Life is all about a few moments.
In this world, she has her best friends and her family, so naturally, she wants to protect this place.
The rebellious energy, released from its grasp, emitted a faint glow, gathering unprecedented power, and pierced towards the perilous cliff.
At the same time, Wei Zhanjie's attack was imminent.
Neither of them could dodge the other's attack.
Wei Zhanjie's eyes were filled with joy, and Lu Zhaozhao closed her eyes in equal happiness.
"Pfft."
The sound of a sword piercing flesh.
Both swords successfully pierced through two people, but Lu Zhaozhao was not among them.
She opened her eyes, and there stood before her someone she never expected to be there.
The weather was clear and bright, like a celestial being descending to earth.
That was her master—Yun Xian!
Wei Zhanjie's pupils had completely lost their color, and his face was full of confusion. He didn't understand why someone would be blocking his way.
But his body had already been pierced by the painting, and his figure was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He didn't say a word until he completely disappeared, perhaps because he remained silent about this twist of fate.
A sigh echoed through the heavens and earth.
Wen Sheng suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it. He just stared at a certain place, his eyes filled with sorrow.
Lu Zhaozhao was also shocked by this scene.
Yunxian's body went limp and collapsed, but Lu Zhaozhao caught her and asked, "Why?"
"For the sake of heaven and earth, for the sake of all living beings, this is the proper way."
As Yunxian said this, blood kept gushing from his mouth, staining his ethereal face.
After Lu Zhaozhao left that day, he thought for a long time. He wondered if he had forgotten something, his ambition, his original intention for cultivation. Why had all of these become blurred?
The more he thought about it, the more his head ached. Until today, he vaguely understood something. When he arrived at the battlefield and saw blood everywhere and corpses strewn all over the place, he finally understood.
Without hesitation, he blocked the fatal blow.
But Lu Zhaozhao was extremely annoyed.
Yunxian is the male protagonist, and he is about to die. What will happen to this world?
By returning to the void, she could glimpse the heavens, and she saw that the distant horizon seemed to be collapsing.
If the protagonist dies, the world will collapse!
She gasped and immediately covered her wound.
But Wei Zhanjie had gone all out, and no matter how she tried to save him, it was all in vain.
The sky has already collapsed halfway.
Just when she was at her wit's end, the rebellious karma that had fallen to the ground emitted a fluorescent glow.
It stretched straight to the sky, and then cast a soft, dim light.
The light enveloped the entire world. As Lu Zhaozhao looked at it, she suddenly remembered that Niye, also known as Huaying, was a sword of life!
Rewinding time, the surroundings are lush and green, just like springtime.
Yunxian's wounds are slowly healing, and her pale face is regaining its color.
The people and demons who died on the battlefield seemed to have come back to life.
In this peaceful atmosphere, a ray of sunlight fell upon Lu Zhaozhao.
Seven-colored light shone brightly on the world, but Lu Zhaozhao was completely unaware.
She only realized something was wrong when her body felt light.
[Ding! This is the Transmigration System, at your service. Transmigrated Character: Lu Zhaozhao; Transmigration Mission: Ascension. Verification complete. Congratulations, host, on completing your mission!]
Mission accomplished?
Lu Zhaozhao could hardly believe it. She watched as her body floated up, and the cultivators below all knelt and kowtowed, shouting "Immortal!"
Is that all?
She was a little confused about the situation.
[Beep beep, mission complete, about to be returned to your original world!]
After a flash of light, Lu Zhaozhao lost consciousness.
A burst of noise filled my ears.
"Beep—beep beep—"
"Congratulations, the surgery was a success."
"That's wonderful! Thank you so much, doctor! Thank you so much!"
"Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao, can you hear me? Mommy will wait for you to wake up, and I will never leave you alone again!"
...
Inside the ward, Lu Zhaozhao opened her eyes, and familiar modern machinery rushed towards her.
She smiled.
She's finally back.
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