"Origin Elixir!"
When Wu Changkong and Xiao Ming saw Qin Luo take out the Origin Spirit Liquid, their eyes widened in surprise, their faces filled with undisguised astonishment.
At that moment, an even more powerful supreme pressure suddenly erupted from the blood sphere. Wherever this pressure passed, the space was kneaded and made to creak and groan in a chilling way.
Wu Changkong and Xiao Ming felt an overwhelming sense of pressure from the depths of their souls, causing their breathing to become rapid and disordered, like drowning people desperately trying to draw in a sliver of air.
Even though they were the elites of the Lingyuan Sect, they appeared so small and fragile in the face of this supreme pressure that far exceeded their imagination.
Faced with this sudden supreme pressure, Qin Luo, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt as if his powerful physique was being ravaged and squeezed by an invisible giant hand.
His robes fluttered in the wind, every muscle in his body was taut to the extreme, veins bulging, like winding dragons struggling and swimming beneath his skin.
Sweat rolled down his forehead, but was instantly pulverized by the oppressive force in mid-air and vanished without a trace.
However, Qin Luo showed no fear in his eyes, because as the oppressive force approached, he had already channeled the primordial spirit liquid into the barrier.
After absorbing the primordial spiritual liquid, the barrier shone brightly.
Immediately afterwards, a pair of deep, dark eyes slowly awakened from within the barrier.
It stared at Qin Luo for a moment, then slowly scanned the surrounding environment. When its gaze fell on the blood sphere and the rampant supreme pressure, a barely perceptible anger flashed in its eyes.
"A thousand years..."
The ethereal and androgynous voice echoed softly within the palace. The moment the voice faded, Qin Luo keenly sensed that the weightless restraint on his body had quietly dissipated, and he regained his freedom.
The deep, dark eyes within the barrier and the blood sphere bouncing not far away vanished simultaneously, leaving behind only an empty, ruined palace.
Immediately afterwards, an invisible storm arose in the void above, with wave after wave of turbulent waves surging forth.
Within those fluctuations, world-destroying power was colliding wantonly, each intersection causing the space to groan in pain.
Qin Luo subconsciously tilted his head back, his eyes fixed on that empty space.
In his line of sight, the space there was being wantonly kneaded and twisted, and the originally smooth, mirror-like spatial interface began to deform and wrinkle.
Deep within that distorted space, a dazzling light flickered and wandered, its brilliance radiating an overwhelming power that made it impossible to look directly at it. Just one glance was enough to make Qin Luo avert his gaze.
"How is that possible! Your remnant soul... wasn't it forcibly ripped out by 'him'?"
A moment later, a roar came from the void, causing the entire ruins to tremble slightly.
A bloody shadow was suddenly thrown out of the void, falling straight to the ground like a meteor, splashing up a large amount of bloody dust.
Blood Shadow rolled and struggled on the ground, letting out painful roars. Its aura became chaotic, constantly impacting the surrounding space, causing the space for thousands of miles to collapse and heal repeatedly.
Qin Luo and the others watched all this warily, unconsciously circulating their spiritual energy in their hands to prepare for any possible changes.
Above the blurry blood-red shadow, a dagger made of black mist was stuck straight into his chest. The dagger exuded a chilling aura and looked like a blade of judgment from the deepest hell.
Blood Shadow flailed its limbs frantically, trying to pull out the dagger, but it seemed impenetrable, impossible to touch. Its agonizing roars grew increasingly shrill, echoing through the crumbling space, sending chills down one's spine.
Then, a cloud of black mist slowly emerged from the void, gazing at the rolling blood shadow on the ground, and pressed down with its hand.
In an instant, the dagger piercing the chest emitted a sharp, piercing light, which continuously sliced through the surrounding space, producing a hissing sound.
Under the shadow of the black light, Blood Shadow's body began to disintegrate, and its originally chaotic aura was quickly suppressed and gradually weakened.
The figure of the blood shadow began to slowly dissipate, like a candle flickering in the wind. Under the continuous erosion of the black light, it was eventually worn away and destroyed, leaving not even a trace.
After everything was over, those deep eyes looked at the three people in the distance. In an instant, it was as if two cold and piercing beams of light pierced the depths of Wu Changkong and Xiao Ming's souls, causing the two of them to tense up and their spiritual power to become tense as if facing a formidable enemy.
However, just as they were trying to react, they were shocked to find that the scene before them had suddenly changed. In the blink of an eye, the two of them were already outside the ruins...
Inside the ruins, Qin Luo's gaze was fixed on the approaching black mist, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily as he swallowed hard.
After all, in countless previous simulations, he had never had the experience of directly facing this supreme divine soul.
In numerous simulations, the best result was when he accidentally discovered the barrier within the palace. With a stroke of luck, he learned that the Primal Spirit Liquid could be used to temporarily revive it. Then, he witnessed "it" recovering the remnants of souls from Wu Changkong and Xiao Ming.
However, even in that relatively successful simulation, "it" that had recovered two remnant souls could only perish tragically together with the blood shadow, and they barely escaped alive at the last minute.
Although Qin Luo had collected all the remnant souls and was already aware of the outcome, he did not expect the contest between the two to turn into a one-sided situation. Was this because of the collection of remnant souls or because he used too much of his primordial spirit liquid?
The thought of that considerable amount of primordial spirit liquid caused Qin Luo a pang of pain in his heart; it was the foundation he had painstakingly acquired.
But Qin Luo quickly regained his composure, held his breath, and stared at the Supreme Soul remnant that was now almost within reach. He silently reassured himself that all the sacrifices were worthwhile for that audacious plan...
The surrounding space instantly fell into a deathly silence, with only the traces of broken spiritual energy left over from the fierce battle still faintly visible in the air, proving that what had just happened was not an illusion.
"You seem quite distressed about the primordial elixir that awakened me just now?"
This ethereal voice suddenly entered Qin Luo's mind. It sounded devoid of any emotion, yet it carried an undeniable authority.
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