In the inner hall of the Abyssal Pure Land, Yun Che's gaze had been fixed on Shen Wu You Luan for over an hour, his face dignified.
Because in the past hour or so, Yun Che had already exhausted all his strength, whether it was the light profound energy, the power of the Great Desolation, or even the purifying power of the Sky Poison Pearl, but Shen Wu You Luan still showed no signs of waking up.
The sword energy in her body surged in a disorderly manner. If she was not careful, it might backfire and injure her heart meridians.
This is the sword injury that Mo Su imitated from the Zhutian Sword. External injuries can be healed instantly, but internal injuries are not so easy.
Mo Su quietly observed Yun Che's every move without making a sound to interrupt him, his eyes filled with anticipation. This was one of the most difficult steps. If Yun Che could succeed, then...
But as time went by, two hours... three hours...
The flame of hope that had just ignited in Mo Su quietly died down, and his eyes instantly turned cold, because three hours was the longest he could guarantee the survival of Pan Xiaodie...
"You inherit the legacy of the Elemental Creator God. Logically, no one in the Realm of Gods should be able to defeat you, but you said that you have experienced similar sorrows as me. Do you know how terrible the despair after hope is shattered will be?" Mo Su was no longer as calm as he was at the beginning, and his words were obviously heartbroken and trembling.
Over the past million years, he had tried countless methods, but none of them worked. However, the appearance of Yun Che truly gave him hope, because Yun Che possessed a miracle that had never appeared in this world, and he also possessed the same bright profound power as the God of Creation of Life.
If even Yun Che couldn't do it...
“I know that the pain I endured back then was no less than yours, it’s just that the time span was not as long as yours. You only lost your loved ones, but I lost everything in my life. It was even my ex-wife who betrayed me. Although the end result was not so bad, the process in between was heartbreaking.” Yun Che responded calmly. He looked up at Mo Su. All the pain he felt could not be faked.
"No, you don't understand. When hope shatters like a glass cup in your palm, the fragments that reflect the light will pierce deep into your heart."
"Every breath I take is filled with piercing pain. The darkness at this moment is like a tide, flooding over the last inch of light. The suffocating feeling of despair drags me into a bottomless abyss!"
Mo Su clenched his hands tightly, his fingertips dug deep into his flesh, and he let out a wail of "heart-wrenching pain".
"In the end, even struggling became futile. Only the empty silence echoed in the depths of my soul! I am nothing but a pitiful creature with a 'dead soul'..."
The emotions in Mo Su's heart suddenly burst out and could no longer be suppressed. Everything seemed to become meaningless. His face, which was originally filled with a gentle smile, also became extremely gloomy. At this moment, even the sky above the Pure Land was shrouded in dark clouds and filled with lightning.
"Is this... the wrath of Emperor Yuan?" Priest Liu Xiao looked at the raging waves of anger in the sky and became worried.
This is the Pure Land, and only Emperor Yuan can cause such a big change in the Pure Land.
“I wonder what happened to Yun Che. It seems that he is in great danger…” The Great Desolate Priest silently closed his eyes, unable to bear to think about it.
Yun Che's face still maintained a solemn expression, but his heart was calm.
In fact, it was not difficult to purify and dispel the sword energy in Shen Wu You Luan's body. Yun Che only needed half an hour to complete it, but he wanted more than that!
"It seems you're ready to give up. You've clearly persisted for a million years, yet now you're unwilling to wait even for a few final breaths. Mo Su, I'm a little confused. What do you regard Pan Xiaodie as? Is she your true love that you can't let go of, or just a ridiculous spiritual sustenance?"
Without caring about Mo Su's emotional fluctuations, nor about his own life-and-death crisis, Yun Che actually asked Mo Su a soul-searching question at this moment.
"How dare you question my love for Owl Butterfly?"
No one had ever dared to speak to Mo Su like this, and it was even more impossible for anyone to do so, but at this moment Yun Che became the variable.
"For millions of years, Pan Xiaodie has been lying quietly beside you, like a living dead. She has never spoken a word, never responded. Only her breath, so weak that it's almost impossible to detect, makes you feel that she still has a trace of life flowing through her."
"Aren't you just deceiving yourself? You've only treated her as a tool, a vessel for you to express your grief and soothe your emotions. Your obsession has long been distorted and deformed over time. Now you don't even understand what love is!"
Yun Che's words echoed in Mo Su's ears, every word piercing his heart and every sentence cutting into his bones.
"You're talking nonsense! I'm willing to give up everything, even sacrifice everything, for Xiaodie. If this isn't love, then is there any true love in this world?"
Mo Su's face began to show a crazy look, and his words were more excited than ever before, because Yun Che had touched the softest part of his heart.
“Then you should trust me and place all your hopes on me, instead of distracting me like you are doing now!” Yun Che stood up and looked directly at Mo Su, showing no intention of backing down.
"Since you sincerely want Pan Xiaodie to wake up, then you can only pray for my success. Although my current abilities may still be insufficient, can't you help me improve, allowing me to gain even greater strength in a short period of time, and allow this tiny possibility to grow wildly?"
Yun Che's words struck Mo Su's heart, revealing his purpose in the most direct and piercing way.
“Haha, or are you afraid? Afraid that if I continue to grow, I’ll surpass you, and then use my absolute strength to correct your ridiculous paranoia?” Yun Che sneered.
"Afraid? How could this emperor be afraid of you? Even if you become a high-level True God, so what?" Mo Su reacted strongly. In terms of absolute strength, he never feared anyone. "Yun Che, do you think you are worthy of this emperor's fear?"
“In that case, then do everything in your power to help me improve. Do you dare?” Yun Che took a step forward, as if stepping on Mo Su’s heart, pressing closer and closer, putting infinite pressure on Mo Su.
"You can't even cure Shenwu Youruluan, so why are you saying this to me? Do you have the qualifications?" Mo Su snorted coldly and pointed his finger at Shenwu Youruluan.
“Who said I can’t cure her? Open your eyes wide and take a good look!” Yun Che sneered, his face gleaming with confidence.
"You just set two difficulties for me. One is the external injuries on Shen Wu You Luan's body. The sword marks are clearly on her chest. If I dare to desecrate her in the slightest, I'm sure you will show no mercy. The other is the sword energy you left in her body. The sword energy is chaotic and can easily get out of control. Once the sword energy goes out of control, perhaps even I will be killed directly!"
"Am I right?"
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