The Azure Blade in Yan Chiling's hand emitted a piercing hum, its tip pointing directly at the crowd. The sharp sword energy carved visible ripples in the air. Under this oppressive force, the surrounding rubble crumbled into dust, raising a cloud of clouds.
"Whoever stops me, I will kill them!" His voice was as cold as the depths of hell, his eyes were bloodshot, and demonic markings spread uncontrollably from his neck to his cheeks, outlining eerie patterns on his pale skin.
Su Yu stepped forward with a grave expression, his sleeves fluttering in the sword energy: "Ruan Xinrou has been taken away by the Ancestor! The Ancestor is taking her into seclusion!" His voice was filled with unprecedented urgency, "Do you think you, in your current state, can defeat an Ancestor at the late stage of the Void Refinement realm?"
These words struck Yan Chiling like a thunderbolt.
His hand gripping the sword trembled violently, the cold light from the blade reflecting on his distorted face—anger, pain, resentment, and a mix of other emotions intertwined on his handsome features.
Yes, with his current cultivation level, he's nothing but an ant before the ancestor...
But soon, the confusion in his eyes was replaced by determination.
As he turned around, the night wind whipped up his dark robes, and he walked in another direction.
That's the direction leading to the demon realm. It was there that True Person Qin Hua found him when he was a child.
Three years ago, the demons came looking for him. He had the blood of the Demon King, and they wanted him to go back with them.
But at that time, he refused. He knew the price of activating the Demon King's bloodline...
Although he will rapidly increase his strength, he will become a mindless monster.
"I don't want any demon bloodline..." he refused resolutely then, his clear voice filled with determination, "I want to always stay clear-headed..."
He didn't want to become a mindless monster; he wanted to love the girl he loved forever and protect her forever!
But now, the "she" who used to smile at him is no longer there.
"What else... is there to care about?"
A bitter smile curled at the corner of Yan Chiling's lips, and the clarity in his eyes was gradually swallowed by bloodlust. He glanced back at the scorched earth one last time, and in a daze, he seemed to see Bai Ying standing there, dressed in white, smiling gently and waving at him.
"When I return..." His voice drifted in the night wind, each word like a knife, carrying a deep-seated hatred, "I will take the heads of Ruan Xinrou and the Ancestor... to offer as a sacrifice to Bai Ying."
Yan Chiling's figure transformed into a streak of azure sword light and vanished into the horizon in an instant. The remaining fellow disciples stood there, their eyes swirling with complex emotions.
Qin Zijing clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms: "We...we were all deceived by Ruan Xinrou..." His voice choked with sobs, "Every time I saw her, it was like I was possessed..."
Gu Qingzhou nodded heavily, her usually gentle eyes now filled with coldness: "There's definitely something strange about her. I've searched ancient texts, but I couldn't find any evidence of such a method of manipulating people's minds. It's truly terrifying."
Liu Qingyue suddenly coughed violently, spitting a mouthful of blood onto his snow-white robes. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a bitter smile, "Now that she has inherited her master's cultivation, and with the ancestor in seclusion with her, I wonder what she will become?"
Su Yu looked at the crowd, his eyes bloodshot: "Let's go..." His voice was terribly hoarse, "We all need to become stronger... strong enough to avenge our enemies..."
The group took one last look at the simple tombstone before turning and leaving.
The rain began to fall, washing over the two characters "Bai Ying" on the tombstone. It was so desolate and lonely.
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Meanwhile, the cultivators of the Lingxiao Sect, dragging their wounded bodies, arrived at the Lingyin Sect located on the Lingchuan Continent.
They had abandoned the entire Lingxiao Sect, and could no longer stay there. They had no choice but to bring their disciples here.
The battle was too brutal—Bai Ying and Wang Miaomiao both perished, and the remaining cultivators were all seriously injured, their blood staining their way home.
The Lingyin Sect's protective array was activated immediately upon everyone's entry, effectively isolating them from the outside world.
This formation is extremely powerful; even someone as strong as the Huayang Ancestor, who is at the Void Refinement stage, would find it difficult to break through in a short time.
A deathly silence fell over the sect. The disciples silently tended to the wounded, each with a burning flame of hatred in their eyes.
None of them could believe that their exceptionally talented junior sister had perished in such a tragic way...
"Where is Elder Qi?" someone asked in a low voice.
"I went into seclusion as soon as I got back..." The voice choked with emotion as she answered.
Inside the secret chamber, Qi Haoyuan trembled as he opened the jade box. Inside, dozens of bottles of pills were neatly arranged.
Tears welled in the old man's cloudy eyes. These pills were given to him personally by Bai Ying before she left. She feared his life was nearing its end, so she had refined an extra number of pills for him. He tilted his head back and swallowed the pills, and his spiritual energy began to circulate wildly throughout his body.
"Girl... I will definitely break through to the Void Refinement Realm... and avenge you!"
On the other side, Xuan Yuan Chen locked himself in his meditation room, immersing himself in frenzied cultivation day and night. His eyes were bloodshot, and his sword energy raged uncontrollably, carving vicious cracks into the walls of the meditation room.
Until Murong Jin pushed open the tightly closed stone door.
"Senior Uncle," Murong Jin knelt on the ground, his voice terrifyingly resolute, "I need to go to the Sword Tomb. Please open the passage for me."
Xuan Yuan Chen suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a terrifying light: "You're insane!" His voice was hoarse beyond recognition. "That's a place of certain death!"
Legend has it that a peerless, deadly sword, "Zhan Tian," is hidden deep within the Sword Tomb.
Possessing it can make one a sword saint, but if one cannot subdue this sword, one will be forever trapped in the Sword Tomb, killed by countless swords!
For thousands of years, countless exceptionally talented sword cultivators have entered this realm, yet none have returned.
Murong Jin kowtowed heavily, his forehead pressed against the cold stone slab: "Junior Sister Bai's blood feud cannot go unavenged." His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable resolve, "Ancestor Huayang... must die."
Xuan Yuan Chen's hands trembled violently.
He looked at his once gentle and refined junior apprentice, whose eyes now held only deep-seated hatred.
"Do you know..." Xuan Yuan Chen's voice choked with emotion, "If we fail..."
"Then let me stay there forever." Murong Jin raised his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Please grant my request, Martial Uncle!"
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