Ruan Xinrou looked at Bai Ying with unusual joy; it had been such a long time since she had seen this senior sister!
That damned Bai Ying destroyed her spiritual root, turning her into a complete cripple. She suffered so much!
She originally thought that she was superior to Bai Ying because she had obtained Qin Hua Zhenren's spiritual root and cultivation, but she did not expect that Bai Ying had already reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage.
Ruan Xinrou's eyes were filled with indescribable malice! How could she have cultivated so quickly!
Forget it, since the ancestor promised her anyway, Bai Ying will only become a useless person!
At this moment, Patriarch Huayang stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his cold gaze piercing Bai Ying like a blade, and the pressure emanating from his body caused the air within a hundred miles to freeze.
He spoke slowly, "A mere Nascent Soul cultivator has caused me to go to such lengths to orchestrate this situation; indeed, that is your good fortune. Now that you've stepped into my realm, you'll leave your life behind today!"
Bai Ying's black hair fluttered in the wind, and her plain white robes rustled in the fierce wind.
Although her face was pale, her eyes remained clear and bright like stars. This prodigy, who was considered a monster, was still able to stand tall despite the pressure from a Void Refinement stage expert.
Bai Ying's eyes scanned the array, her mind racing. She had to protect those around her no matter what, and not let them all die here!
With a flick of his sleeve, the Huayang Ancestor created a massive, sky-covering palm print.
The palm print was entirely black, shattering space wherever it passed, and pressed down on Bai Ying with a world-destroying force.
"Die!" The old man pressed down lightly with his withered fingers.
Before the palm print even arrived, the ground beneath Bai Ying's feet had already begun to collapse.
Her bones creaked under the strain, and tiny beads of blood oozed from her seven orifices.
At this critical moment of life and death, she quickly summoned the Kongtong Seal.
An ancient bronze seal flew out from between her eyebrows.
The seal's surface was covered with obscure and difficult-to-understand ancient inscriptions, which burst forth with boundless golden light the moment they appeared. The light seemed to have a tangible form, transforming into a golden barrier a hundred feet high in front of Bai Ying, upon which the faint shadows of mountains and rivers could be seen flowing.
"boom--!"
The moment the pitch-black palm print collided with the golden barrier, the entire world fell silent.
Immediately afterwards, a visible ripple of spiritual energy swept out, causing mountains to collapse and rivers to flow backward in its wake.
Even the eighteen Nascent Soul cultivators present were shaken and forced to retreat.
Patriarch Huayang's long, snow-white eyebrows trembled violently, a hint of astonishment flashing in his cloudy eyes: "The Kongtong Seal? This is impossible!" He stared intently at the seal floating in mid-air, his voice becoming shrill, "How could such a treasure be in your hands?"
Bai Ying knelt on one knee, blood constantly spilling from the corner of her mouth, yet she still stubbornly held onto the seal.
She could feel her spiritual energy rapidly draining away; the Kongtong Seal was like a bottomless pit, frantically devouring her spiritual energy.
Bai Ying desperately tried to repair the jade pendant. This Void Refinement stage cultivator had only struck once, and she had already fallen into such a predicament!
"Girl!" Xuan Yuan Chen suddenly appeared behind her, his aged hand firmly resting on her back. Pure spiritual energy surged into her parched meridians like a river. "I'm not dead yet, it's not your place to act tough, you junior!"
"We're here too!"
The elders of the Lingxiao Sect shouted in unison. Dozens of streams of spiritual energy converged from all directions, weaving into a dazzling galaxy in the void.
Wang Miaomiao rushed to Bai Ying's side, disregarding the danger of backlash, and transferred all her spiritual power to her without reservation.
"You guys..." Bai Ying's eyes welled up with tears.
Hua Yang Patriarch's face darkened completely. He hadn't expected that these ant-like cultivators could actually block his killing move with a supreme treasure.
What alarmed him even more was that, with everyone working together to activate it, the aura emanating from the Kongtong Seal grew stronger and stronger, and the originally blurry mountain and river phantoms were gradually solidifying.
"court death!"
The old man roared, his hands forming a strange hand seal. In an instant, the sky and earth changed color, and countless crimson lightning bolts struck down from the clouds. His robes fluttered, and nine crimson halos appeared around him, each radiating a suffocating pressure.
"Nine Revolutions Blood Fiend Palm!"
This time, he held back. A blood-red palm print, several times more terrifying than before, materialized, with purplish-black lightning crackling between its lines, corroding even the space itself with dark marks wherever it passed.
Bai Ying's knees sank deep into the ground, her bones groaning under the strain. She gritted her teeth, blood trickling from the corners of her mouth, yet she stubbornly held on to the Kongtong Seal. The ancient inscriptions on the seal's surface now lit up, radiating a dazzling golden light.
"Girl, hold on!" Xuan Yuan Chen's white beard was whipped about by the gale. He formed a hand seal, and the pure spiritual power in his body transformed into a long blue rainbow, continuously pouring into the Kongtong Seal.
Wang Miaomiao cried out and rushed to Bai Ying's side. Ignoring the pain of her torn meridians, she transferred all her spiritual power to Bai Ying without reservation.
The members of the Lingxiao Sect simultaneously sent out their spiritual power, and dozens of torrents of spiritual power intertwined in the void to form a net.
Their Taoist robes fluttered wildly in the raging storm of spiritual energy, and blood seeped from the corners of each of their mouths, yet not one of them flinched.
"boom--!"
The crimson palm print collided violently with the Kongtong Seal activated by everyone's combined efforts. At that moment, time seemed to stand still. A dazzling white light swallowed all sound and color, the entire secret realm trembled violently, and the ground cracked open into bottomless ravines.
The shockwave swept outwards, forcing the eighteen Nascent Soul cultivators to unleash their natal magic weapons to defend themselves, yet they were still shaken to the point of spitting blood. Ruan Xinrou screamed as she was thrown away, while Yan Chiling barely managed to steady himself, his eyes filled with horror.
As the blinding light gradually dissipated, amidst the suffocating smoke and dust, a figure staggered back three steps—
It was actually Patriarch Huayang!
Hua Yang Patriarch stared in disbelief at his trembling hand, where a deep, bone-revealing wound was dripping dark red blood.
On the other side, Bai Ying and the others, though all pale as paper, still stood firm in place.
The Kongtong Seal hovered above their heads, radiating a soft yet resilient light, like a sun that never sets.
"This...this is impossible..." For the first time, Patriarch Huayang's voice trembled. His Nine Revolutions Blood Fiend Palm, which he had cultivated for a thousand years, had actually been blocked by this group of people working together!
"Very well, very well." The old man laughed in extreme anger, his voice as cold as ice from the deepest hell. "Today I will show you what the true power of a Void Refinement cultivator is!"
He suddenly ripped open his shirt, revealing a hideous, blood-red rune. The rune writhed as if alive, emanating a chilling, evil aura.
Bai Ying's heart was filled with alarm bells. She knew that this Void Refinement stage elder was only now revealing his true strength.
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