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A gaping hole opened in the sky. Twin suns rose high in the sky, like the pupils of a descending god, gazing down upon the world forged by their own hands.
Yunxiu's white robe had long been completely consumed by blood and fire, leaving no trace of its original silvery, snow-white appearance. The sealing barrier, struggling to hold on, flickered, like a weary heart about to be swallowed by darkness.
When she looked back, she found that the person she was supposed to protect was long gone. Mortals could not withstand the wrath of the gods, and most of them had already turned into lifeless bones.
Yunxiu could no longer hold on. Deep wounds, visible to the bone, covered her arms, shoulders, and back. The most fatal wound nearly pierced through her waist. The tattered fabric was stained a deeper crimson by the gushing, warm blood, which was then swiftly blown through by the biting wind, forming layers of piercing scabs.
Deep within his spine radiated a piercing, almost numbing pain. The force exerted upon him, far exceeding his limits, left its mark. Every breath Yunxiu took was pierced by excruciating pain, searing his lungs and carrying with it a thick, bloody stench.
She was like a young bamboo that was broken by the storm but still firmly rooted in the ground, nailed to the crumbling barrier.
The only thing holding her up was the dimmed, spider-web-like cracks crawling across the blade of the Heartless Sword in her hand. The hilt sank deep into her bloodied palm, blood trickling down the blade's spine.
Her throat was cut by the gravel and she couldn't speak or have the strength to fight anymore.
The sky cracked open like a wound that would never heal, and a thick, stinking bloody rain poured down, drenching the entire crumbling world. A fierce wind, like millions of bone-scratching steel knives, shrieked and raged across the shattered earth, carrying away rubble, broken weapons, and limbs.
Someone suddenly appeared behind her. Immortal robes, swords flashing fiercely. Just ten feet away, another solemn formation was formed. Yunxiu's former home, her master's sect. Several auras were so familiar that Yunxiu could imagine them without even turning around.
However, the thousands of swords that were supposed to be pointed at the evil god were, without exception, aimed at her thin back.
The spiritual energy fluctuations gathered, weighing heavily on her spine with scrutiny, confusion, and...the burning anger of betrayal.
As expected, the strong wind brought a voice full of thunderous anger:
"Evil creature! Even now, you still refuse to turn back?! Why don't you tell me why you betrayed my master and associated with such a vicious god?!"
He is Yunxiu’s master.
She didn't even have the energy to turn around and look at the face that had once been kind, but now filled with disappointment and anger. Her throat suddenly felt sweet, and she swallowed back a stream of burning blood.
Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, a figure with a resolute spiritual power fluctuation suddenly rushed out from the strict formation!
It was her senior brother, Yan Xiu. That handsome face, the one that had so gently taught her swordsmanship so many times, now had a murderous expression.
What he held in his hand was not the Broken Water Sword, but a "Locking Immortal Chain" that was shining with rune light.
The silver chain was like a spirit snake, wrapping around her already overwhelmed shoulder blades with precise humming sound.
"Come back with us."
Yan Xiu's tone was unquestionably firm.
Phew!
The icy chains, with their powerful restraining force, instantly tore through her already shattered protective aura, piercing the flesh and bones beneath her left shoulder blade. Severe pain erupted again—an attempt to forcibly seal off her spiritual power and drag her back.
The chains tightened suddenly, and a tremendous restraining force surged in, trying to suppress the surging power within her. Her body trembled violently, unable to suppress it any longer. A large mouthful of boiling blood gushed out, splashing onto the charred ground in front of her and staining the dull blade of the Frost Flower Sword red.
Yan Xiu succeeded in his strike, and with a flick of his wrist, the chains tightened, attempting to pull her away from the dangerous edge of the barrier. His movements were filled with a resolute determination that would not tolerate resistance.
More blood gushed out, and Yunxiu's vision gradually blurred. All he could see was a bloody sky and bloody corpses scattered all over the ground.
She couldn't leave. As long as she was here, she could still contain this evil spirit. Otherwise, all living beings in the world would be left with only a hopeless death.
"Xiao You!"
Yunxiu seemed to hear the voice of his senior sister.
"Capture her! Take her back for questioning!" More voices merged into a wave of anger and confusion, surging behind her. Those once affectionate names—"Junior Sister," "Xiao You"—now turned into angry questions.
A sweet, fishy taste filled her mouth, and she bit her lower lip tightly. The pain in her body was exacerbated by the restraints of the Immortal Locking Chain, but even more painful was the coldness of her heart being gripped and torn apart by invisible hands.
Go back? How? Explain? How? The evil spirit's will had long since locked onto this place. The crumbling barrier, the precarious fate of the people, left Yunxiu no room for respite.
Just then—
Boom!!!
The barrier ahead erupted with an unprecedentedly dazzling light, then rapidly dimmed. A will imbued with boundless violence, destruction, and greed, like a massive, tangible black wave, crashed fiercely into the crumbling barrier. Countless ancient runes instantly shattered and vanished.
The twin suns in the sky moved strangely. Black mist swirled, encircling them, condensing into a single, immense, crimson vertical pupil. It stared coldly and greedily at the tiny Yunxiu in front of the barrier, and at the "food" behind her that emanated an alluring "spiritual energy."
Yunxiu heard the will of the evil god—
Divine body... container... swallowing... the final moment has finally arrived.
Behind her were her master's angry questions and chains trying to pull her back, and in front of her was a ferocious god that was about to tear open the barrier and devour everything.
There was no other way… She had tried her best, but still couldn’t completely seal the evil spirit.
At the end of the road, the corners of Yunxiu's bloodstained lips slowly curved upwards.
Yunxiu finally turned around and took one last look at the people behind him.
There was no resentment, only the end, the dust settling after a desperate struggle. It was like a huge burden had been lifted, and it also felt like a quiet farewell.
Instantly, Yunxiu opened the five fingers of his blood-stained right hand and grasped the sword in his hand fiercely!
"In my name, Heartless—Broken!"
Her throat was injured, her vocal cords were damaged, and her voice was extremely unpleasant. But no one cared about that at the moment.
Crack! Crack! A crisp and terrifying sound of shattering suddenly rang out!
Frost Flower, her lifeblood sword, the one that had accompanied her throughout her life and carried all her beautiful memories, shattered into pieces under her resolute will. Countless shimmering, ice-like fragments didn't scatter. Instead, they were drawn by an invisible force, madly spinning back—straight towards Yunxiu.
Each piece of debris turned into a stream of fire, carrying the last of her cultivation stimulated by the burning source of her life, and crashed into her heart with incomparable determination.
It was thousands of times more painful than the confinement of the Immortal Locking Chain, as if the soul had been thrown into a furnace.
Her body erupted in a blinding, glazed light. With a horrific intensity that threatened to destroy both sides, it instantly illuminated the hopeless battlefield shrouded in blood rain and black fog. At the center of the light, a fist-sized, flawless, glazed heart pulsed violently within her shattered chest.
"She's going to self-destruct?!"
"Xiaoyou! Stop!"
I don't know who is shouting. Yunxiu can no longer hear clearly.
Yan Xiu suddenly loosened the immortal-locking chain.
The chain clanked to the ground, stained with her blood.
However, just before the light around Yunxiu was about to reach its peak—
The light that burst out from the glass heart seemed to have the power to penetrate illusions and illuminate the origin. It suddenly penetrated the crack torn open by the evil god in front and fiercely pierced into the surging and sticky core of the evil god's body.
Most people were speechless. The few who reacted seemed afraid to look at Yunxiu again.
The so-called "traitor", the junior sister whom they hated to the core, had always... had always used her frail, blood-stained body with a broken spine to stand in front of this crumbling sky.
I don't know who started it, but everyone started to use their skills to rush forward.
The next moment——
Boo.
There was a sound so slight it was almost unreal, like a fragile bubble, gently bursting at the fingertips.
The heart energy that condensed all her life, all her cultivation, and all her protective will, just when everyone was about to touch it, silently and completely... shattered.
Billions of glittering specks of light, like the purest stardust, suddenly burst forth in all directions. There was no destructive impact, only an ultimate emptiness and silence that instantly filled the entire space.
The light particles gently brushed across Dao Zun's cheek, which instantly turned pale and blue.
Brushing over Yan Xiu's trembling fingertips that were stretched out in vain trying to grasp something but only grasped at nothing.
Either surprised or happy, either sad or suspicious.
Each piece of glass fragment is like a tiny mirror, reflecting their faces at the moment.
The little junior sister who was once the apple of their eye, gradually dissipated in these billions of gentle glass stardust, turned into the tiniest point of light, and merged into this bloody storm.
No trace left.
Only the broken Wuxin Sword and the Immortal Locking Chain, stained with her blood and hanging limply, lay alone on the charred earth, silently telling the truth that had just been strangled by everyone's hands.
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