Mo Bai and the other array cultivators were pale-faced, but they gritted their teeth and continued to inject spiritual power into the array. Sweat soaked their clothes, and their hands trembled slightly due to excessive consumption of spiritual power.
Qingli Fairy steadied herself and once again unleashed several cyan light patterns, which intertwined in the air to form a net that enveloped the demonic shadow.
The demonic shadow let out a deafening roar and struggled fiercely. Its bloodthirsty aura grew stronger and stronger, even corroding part of the moonlight chains.
Rong Jiaojiao seized the opportunity, and the illusory images of the zodiac divine beasts in the Twelve Yuan Chen Formation suddenly merged into one, transforming into a long spear that flashed with twelve colors of light, piercing straight into the heart of the demonic shadow.
"Pfft!" The demonic shadow was pierced by the spear, letting out a shrill scream, and its bloodthirsty aura began to dissipate.
However, the Heavenly Gate Restriction trembled violently at this moment, with countless black cracks spreading across its surface, seemingly about to devour the entire space.
Rong Jiaojiao and Fairy Qingli exchanged a glance, both seeing a resolute look in each other's eyes.
They each gathered their strongest magical treasures and power, and Fairy Qingli's Nine-Colored Divine Dragon Stele regained its brilliance, with nine phantom dragons circling the stele and emitting dragon roars;
Rong Jiaojiao's Twelve Yuan Chen Array, her natal array, shone brightly, and the spatial vortex formed by the twelve array beads spun rapidly, as if trying to suck the restriction into it.
"Break!" the two shouted in unison, as the power of the Nine-Colored Divine Dragon Stele and the Twelve Yuan Chen Array simultaneously bombarded the Heavenly Gate Restriction.
With a "crack," a huge crack appeared on the surface of the barrier, and soft golden light poured out from the crack.
However, the backlash from the restriction also followed, and the powerful force blasted Rong Jiaojiao and Fairy Qingli away. Zi Ling managed to protect them with her wings in time, but she was also blasted and coughed up blood.
The great formation below was almost collapsing. Mo Bai, Jun Yuangui and other cultivators spat out blood, their faces as pale as paper, but they still desperately maintained the operation of the formation.
Rong Jiaojiao forced herself to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said with a determined look in her eyes, "We can't give up, we're just one step away!"
She took a deep breath, mobilized the last bit of spatial power within her body, and Fairy Qingli also gathered her last bit of soul fire power.
The two rushed toward the Heavenly Gate barrier again, and at the moment they were about to reach it, they released all their power without reservation.
With a deafening roar, the Heavenly Gate barrier shattered, and dazzling golden light illuminated the entire sky.
An ascension passage radiating a sacred aura has been completely restored.
The Lesser Heavenly Dao of the Divine Dragon Realm seemed to have returned to its complete state at this moment, and a joyful will swept through the hearts of all living beings.
Suddenly, a clear and melodious dragon's roar resounded between heaven and earth. All living things seemed to be gently kissed by their mother. Flowers, grasses, and trees grew wildly in an instant, and blossomed and bore fruit in just a moment.
From the depths of Jiulong Mountain, the energy of nine dragon veins soared into the sky, transforming into nine five-clawed golden dragon phantoms that circled and roamed around the restored ascension passage.
The Heavenly Gate barrier, which had stood for millennia, transformed into countless golden specks of light, drifting gently across the Divine Dragon Realm like dandelions scattered by the spring breeze.
Where the light fell, withered trees sprouted new buds, the sick and weak turned rosy, and even the most ordinary bluestone gleamed with a jade-like luster.
"Heaven has sent down a sweet rain..." The sect master of the Dan Sect looked up at the golden rain of light falling down and suddenly burst into tears.
The soul of Fairy Qingli gradually solidified into a physical form amidst the golden light.
She stared blankly at her fingers, which had grown back to blood and flesh, a strand of hair being blown by the breeze in the passageway, brushing against her no longer transparent cheek.
After wandering for thousands of years, the feeling of solid ground beneath her feet made her suddenly kneel on Zi Ling's back, her tears falling onto the soft fur and blooming into tiny golden lotuses.
"Senior?" Rong Jiaojiao was about to help her up when she noticed that her scarred hands were undergoing a strange transformation.
The Dao patterns formed by the power of space spread from the fingertips and finally formed a complete star pattern in the palm of the hand—this is the perfected form of the "Void Dao Body" recorded in ancient books.
Zi Ling suddenly nudged her back with her head. She turned around and saw that the purple lightning pattern on the little beast's forehead slowly cracked open and gradually turned into her third eye, the "Eye of Insight".
Exclamations of surprise rose and fell from the large formation below.
Mo Bai discovered that not only had his burning essence blood been fully restored, but his cultivation had also broken through the bottleneck in one fell swoop; as Jun Yuangui's wound on his wrist healed, patterns of phoenix feathers appeared; the youngest array cultivator disciple stared blankly at the eyes that could suddenly see through thousands of miles, and the array flags in his hands automatically arranged into a perfect formation without wind.
"Look at Jiulong Mountain!" Han Yunshen suddenly pointed into the distance.
The nine dragon veins intertwined to form a huge light screen, in which the remnant souls of the cultivators who sacrificed themselves in the battle against the demonic main soul could be seen faintly.
An illusory figure of an old man with a white beard bowed deeply to Fairy Qingli; he was a patriarch of a certain sect from her generation.
Countless points of light rose from their phantoms, like a meteor shower flying backwards and disappearing into the ascension passage—these were the remnants of souls lingering in the mortal realm finally gaining a new life.
What is most moving is the scene of the ordinary people's city.
An elderly woman who had been bedridden for many years was suddenly able to get out of bed and walk, and a bewildered child blurted out a series of witty remarks...
Rong Jiaojiao suddenly felt her sleeve being tugged.
Turning her head, she saw Fairy Qingli standing barefoot on Ziling's back like a young girl, with a Udumbara flower made of golden light tucked behind her ear.
Rong Jiaojiao looked down at the jubilant cultivators below, then towards the distant mortal city, and finally exchanged a smile with Fairy Qingli.
Ten thousand years of regret and a thousand days and nights of hardship have now transformed into countless golden rays of gentle light flowing through the passage.
As Rong Jiaojiao and Fairy Qingli slowly descended from the dazzling golden passage, the entire Divine Dragon Realm seemed to hold its breath at that moment.
"Welcome, two fairies!"
Thousands of cultivators shouted in unison, their voices sweeping across the land like a tidal wave.
Mo Bai was the first to step forward. His originally pale face now glowed with a radiant light due to his breakthrough in cultivation, and his eyes were filled with barely suppressed excitement.
He stepped forward and embraced Rong Jiaojiao. For over a thousand days and nights, they hadn't had time to miss each other. Now that everything was over, their longing surged like a tide.
He held her tightly, his voice choked with emotion: "Jiaojiao, we did it..."
But after everyone was happy, they realized something was wrong. The Supreme Elder of Youhuang Pavilion, after being happy for a long time, found that his cultivation, which had been perfected for a hundred years, showed no signs of breaking through.
Looking at the other veteran cultivators who had reached the pinnacle of their cultivation, none of them seemed to be on the verge of a breakthrough.
He hurriedly squeezed in front of Fairy Qingli, his voice trembling as he asked, "Senior Qingli, why are we Perfected cultivators unable to sense the ascension opportunity? Could it be that the ascension passage...?"
His question made everyone realize what was going on, and they all looked at Fairy Qingli in a panic.
Fairy Qingli smiled and shook her head: "Don't panic, everyone. The cultivation method you are currently practicing has been modified many times, and the current method cannot reach the ascension realm."
"You all need to practice the ancient techniques before you can."
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