Chapter 783 788. Zixi Farewell
More than a dozen disciples rushed in and pushed the door, but they couldn't move it at all.
"Oh no, something really happened!"
"The door won't open!"
"Everyone, work hard together!"
“Push harder!”
No matter how hard these dozen people pushed, the palace door remained motionless.
Inside the hall, Han Yixiao held on to his last breath, and he had no idea how many crystal cores and spirit stones he had knocked out. It was not until Tiandaozi in the domain was reduced to ashes under hundreds of heavenly thunders that he breathed his last and completely fainted.
Han Yixiao, who had fainted, did not see that at the moment when Tian Daozi turned into ashes, a majestic spiritual energy of the foundation-building period swept across his domain, instantly repairing his overused sea of consciousness.
Just after he fainted, Qiao Zixi waved his sleeves and rolled the two people on the ground into the space.
Qiao Zixi was the only one left in the entire Qingtian Hall. She turned her head to look at the statue of Nuwa standing tall in front of her, and her eyes searched from top to bottom, inch by inch. Her gaze was extremely meticulous, and she did not even miss a single strand of Nuwa's hair.
After searching from head to toe, her eyes finally fell on a string of ornaments worn around the neck of Nuwa. Qiao Zixi stared at it for a long time before finally reaching out and taking down one of the strange-shaped stones.
As soon as the stone fell into Qiao Zixi's hands, the golden light faded and it emitted a multicolored light.
"Five-Colored Sky-Repairing Stone, I finally found you."
There was a hint of sadness in Qiao Zixi's eyes, which disappeared in a flash.
After getting the five-colored sky-repairing stone, Qiao Zixi solemnly put it into the space, and then bowed three times to the statue of Nuwa, muttering silently in his heart.
"Today, a cultivator named Fu Qingling boldly borrowed a trace of Nuwa's power from the Five-Colored Stone of the Goddess Nuwa to reverse the destruction of one of the three thousand small worlds, and secure a glimmer of hope for the survival of countless lives."
"I hope that the goddess Nuwa will have mercy on me and lend me a helping hand."
After Qiao Zixi finished speaking, she took one last look at the statue of Nuwa, turned around, walked down the steps, and opened the temple door.
There were several thuds as Qiao Zixi opened the hall door and fell in, followed by cries of pain.
“Ouch!”
“Ouch!”
“Ouch!”
"Everyone, leave now. Tian Daozi is dead. This is not a place for you to stay."
“Ah ...
"ah"
"ah"
After Qiao Zixi finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and the dozen or so people lying on the ground were blown away by a strong wind. Those who had not yet reacted screamed and broke through the barrier and flew backwards.
Immediately afterwards, Qiao Zixi released Xiao Qiaoqiao, Han Yixiao, and Qiao Ziyi from the space, then summoned Qingcang and threw the three unconscious people up. Qingcang stretched out his claws and grabbed them steadily. He lowered his head, opened his huge eyes, and looked over gently.
"Go ahead and send them back."
"You stay there too, don't come over here."
"When the time comes, I will go back."
After Qiao Zixi finished speaking, he waved towards Qingcang, took one last look at the three of them, and then turned and entered the hall.
Qingcang watched the palace door slowly closing until the green corner of the clothes could no longer be seen. A tear suddenly flowed from the corner of its eye, and then it flew high into the sky with a mournful cry, and its figure soon disappeared.
When Han Yixiao woke up, he found himself lying on the bed, looking at the familiar room of the South City villa. He was suddenly startled and turned over and sat up.
"I'm alive?"
(End of this chapter)
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