Mo Su gently laid the Spiritual Immortal Priest's body down. At that moment, the gloom on his face was completely unconcealable. Even though the Spiritual Immortal Priest had earnestly urged him in his final moments not to embarrass Yun Che, he simply couldn't fully let go of the negative emotions he'd endured that day. The pain Yun Che had inflicted on him was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart deeply. The pain was too intense to be easily forgotten.
Yun Che's body lay quietly on the ground, motionless. Beside him, the Ancestral Heaven-Slaying Sword lay equally cold and silent. Just then, the peerless sword he had swung with all his might had completely devoured all of Yun Che's strength. Furthermore, even all of the True God power within him had been mercilessly taken away by the Ancestral Heaven-Slaying Sword, completely severing its connection with Yun Che.
At that moment, time seemed to have stopped in the Pure Land, and everyone's breathing involuntarily stopped. A sword scar stretching ten thousand miles suddenly appeared, slashing a massive chasm through the Pure Land. A full quarter of the Pure Land was reduced to nothingness. This was the terrifying power of the Ancestral Sword of Heaven-Slaying. This was only the first time the sword had unleashed its might after a million years of silence, and its power was already greatly diminished compared to its ancient days.
The aura on Mo Su's body fluctuated violently. Although the Lingxian priest stepped forward and blocked the fatal blow for him, he was ultimately unable to escape the ruthless destruction of the Zhutian Ancestral Sword.
“Yun Che, it’s time to put an end to everything. Today, you have committed an unforgivable crime. All disputes and sufferings will end at this moment.” Mo Su’s voice was cold and resolute. He raised the Du’e Wangchuan Sword high once again. The majestic Zhetian sword energy quickly condensed, flashing with a sharp cold light. He was going to give Yun Che the final divine punishment.
"Brother Mosu."
This immortal sound that spanned a million years appeared in Mo Su's ears again, and the little bit of power he had just condensed suddenly dissipated.
"Owl...Butterfly!!!" Mo Su's lips trembled violently and uncontrollably, his face filled with an uncontrollable astonishment and surprise. His expression froze in an instant, and he couldn't believe the wonderful name he heard.
"this……"
The faces of the Wandao Priest, the Great Desolation Priest, and the Little Desolation Priest were filled with astonishment. A very familiar face appeared in their eyes. Even though millions of years had quietly passed, this face, deeply engraved in their hearts and souls, was still clear and distinct, without a trace of blur.
Pan Xiaodie instantly threw herself into Mo Su's arms. Tears welled up in her eyes, as if she wanted to pour out the longing she had accumulated over millions of years. At that moment, tears blurred their vision, and the whole world seemed to be filled with only their figures. The hatred that had just surged was quietly drowned in this surging torrent of emotions.
At the same time, the Primordial Seal of Life and Death on Pan Xiaodie slowly floated away from her body and returned to Yun Che. In an instant, a soft yet powerful radiance of luminous profound energy erupted, tightly enveloping Yun Che's body and mind, healing all the wounds he had suffered.
"So everything Yun Che said was true... This... This... Sigh..." The Great Desolate Priest sighed. A tragedy that should never have happened was actually unfolding in the Pure Land, and it was all a misunderstanding...
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