"Shushu, I'm willing to do anything for you."
"Don't forget me."
In her final moments, she heard only these last words. As her soul slowly began to re-enter her familiar space, she was suddenly confronted by a raging inferno. The entire space had been transformed into a sea of fire; all the books had vanished without a trace. Only countless golden runes desperately resisted the intense heat. The runes pulsed, and under the relentless assault of the flames, they began to shatter. The golden space trembled, and then, slowly, countless cracks appeared.
The terrifying fire engulfed Shen Wangshu, who seemed to hear a mournful cry coming from within the demon core.
It suddenly rushed towards the endless dome of the golden space.
The golden space suddenly exploded.
Shen Wangshu was jolted by the terrible impact and suddenly lost consciousness.
When she regained her senses, it was only for a fleeting moment. She was surrounded by endless clouds and sky, but the clouds and sky were shaken by spiritual energy, revealing the azure sky.
Countless golden armored chariots and golden armored celestial guards are locked in a standoff with countless demonic beasts that have transformed into ferocious animal forms.
Banners stretched for thousands of miles, mountains and rivers were shattered, stars and moon were upside down, and the land was scorched for thousands of miles.
The deafening roar of the massive immortal artifact exploding echoed through the clouds.
There was also a faint, lingering sound, as if it could shake one's very soul.
Before her stood a tall, slender figure clad in silver armor, already quite close.
The scent was faint and seemingly familiar, yet a cold killing intent flashed in her eyes.
The man's blade was already inches away, almost ready to pierce her heart in the next moment.
She finally realized from her momentary daze that she had been so shocked by the man's bell that she had been momentarily lost in thought.
She was completely distracted during the battle!
How deadly.
But when his blade was a step too late, and when she awoke from the terror of the bells faster than he had imagined, she wouldn't let him succeed.
She gripped the spirit sword in her hand, and before the man could make a move, she plunged the sword into his dantian and twisted it forcefully.
"Lord Xuanxi, even the Soul-Startling Bell can't save you." A faint glint of bloodlust flashed in her eyes as she smirked, "I've won!"
She saw the blade pressed against her chest trembling, and thought that this person would at least die with her.
But until the very end, the cold blade hesitated to pierce her heart.
Only one tear fell from the face of the man whose features were obscured by long hair, landing on the blood-stained back of her hand that held the spirit sword, burning hot to the bone.
"Shushu..."
He called out softly.
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