But it's strange, why was he brought in as well?
Could it be that I was also involved in this war at that time?
Why doesn't he have any impression?
But if not, why was Fusheng forcibly pulled over when he was clearly sleeping and practicing?
You haven't let me in yet, is it because it's not time for me to show up yet?
Hua Yanyue shed tears silently. He placed his hands on the transparent barrier and watched everything that happened inside without blinking.
His voice was hoarse, his eyes red, "Is there any way? Is there any way to let me in? I want to go in and save Master."
I can see everything happening, but I can't do anything.
This feeling...
It made him hate himself even more.
Hate your own incompetence.
He could not save his master, nor his mother. He could only watch all this happen again, but he could not change the ending.
Bei Zhan shook his head, looking very troubled. "I have no choice. The Sun and Moon Mirror and the Eye of Dreams are actually one divine artifact, but for some unknown reason it was accidentally split in two. Together they are called Fu Sheng. Fu Sheng is like a dream. If you can't go through everything that happened in the past, you can't get out."
The light in Hua Yanyue's eyes dimmed when he heard this. He lay on the transparent screen, looking at Shen Yushu's back, his words full of despair and grief.
"Don't go, Master, don't go, please..."
"If you go, I will hurt you."
"Please go back, please go back and see mother and me, okay?"
"Please don't let me absorb your thunder tribulation, Master, please..."
His desperate, sad and suppressed cries were heartbreaking.
But Shen Yushu could not hear his call, and she came to the Wufang Realm.
At this time, the Wufang Realm was in ruins. Countless disciples of the immortal sects had fought bloody battles for days and nights. They were already exhausted, but they were still fighting desperately.
The residual souls of those ancient demons are still powerful even after thousands of years.
Shen Yushu lowered his eyes and looked at everything in front of him, with sadness between his cold brows.
The disputes among the three realms endanger the human world and the mortals who suffer.
If we cannot defend the Wufang Boundary Monument and it is breached by the demons, there will be a great loss of lives.
She raised her head and closed her eyes, layers of pressure spread out from her body, and the suppressed cultivation exploded in an instant, from Golden Core, Nascent Soul, God Transformation, to the middle stage of God Transformation, to the late stage of God Transformation, to the peak of God Transformation, and only stopped when she was about to transcend the tribulation.
In an instant, thunder rumbled overhead and dark clouds covered the sky.
"Shu'er, no!"
Si Wuya was shocked when he noticed this scene and shouted hurriedly.
Yi Rong also said in panic, "Junior Sister, don't."
Ji Yuanshuo's pupils shrank, "Junior sister, no!"
Ji Yuanyi exclaimed in panic, "Junior Sister, quickly retract your cultivation! You won't be able to withstand the thunder tribulation when it strikes!"
Shen Yushu looked at them and simply said, "Master, Senior Sister, Senior Brother, don't worry, I know what's going on. Nothing will happen."
"Today... the demons will never dare to cross the Wufang Monument!"
As she said this, her eyes became clearer and clearer, and waves of pressure came from her body, making the people under pressure tremble in their hearts.
She stretched out her hand and grasped it, and the gods appeared in her hand.
High above her head, purple thunderclouds appeared, accompanied by a huge black vortex, emitting a loud roar and carrying an oppressive and intimidating light.
"It's just a mere remnant soul, why should I be afraid? How dare the glow of rotten grass compete with the stars and the moon!"
As she spoke these words, the sword in her hand lit up with a scorching white light, illuminating half the sky. Behind her, the huge shadow of the sword of the gods slowly emerged from bottom to top.
Dressed in white, she flew and stood in mid-air, her sleeves fluttering in the wind, her eyes looking around with an imposing aura. Against the backdrop of the purple thunderclouds above her head, she was particularly shocking.
She stood in front of her with a sword in her right hand. The snow-white sword reflected her figure, and the sword shadow behind her grew bigger and bigger.
Then she raised her hand and swung out a sword, accompanied by cold and domineering words.
"Give me!"
"break!"
In an instant, tens of thousands of ancient souls dissipated, leaving only angry and silent roars.
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