People on the ground were worried about Shu Yun, who was caught in the storm. Shu Yun, who was searching for Jiang Yan in the storm with her sword, felt cold all over and her hope was getting smaller and smaller.
The power of Tai'a is not inexhaustible. Unless absolutely necessary, Shu Yun should conserve Tai'a's power so that she can search here for longer.
The rushing wind, carrying pebbles, grazed Shu Yun's protective divine power, but instead of harming her, it scattered and sent her flying.
This shouldn't be happening; Jiang Yan shouldn't have ended up like this.
How did it end up like this?
Jiang Yan had already achieved great success in the mortal realm, enjoying a life of luxury. Even after becoming a demonic cultivator, he was so intelligent that he even rose to the position of Demon Lord.
He should have been a powerful and influential figure in the future, so how could he have died so quietly in the depths of a demon realm?
She was momentarily distracted, and the protective barrier formed by her divine power revealed a flaw. A piece of gravel grazed her cheek, leaving a deep bloodstain. Blood gushed out, and the howling wind blew the blood all over her face.
Her tense emotions seemed to be on the verge of collapse after not being able to find Jiang Yan for so long.
She casually wiped the blood off her face, but instead of removing it, it smeared even more blood on her face.
Suddenly she sensed the aura of her magic not far away. This was...
Shu Yun recalled that she had set up a Nine Heavens Technique for Jiang Yan to ensure his safety.
With a flash of golden light, Tai'a cleaved through the storm, and Shu Yun quickly squeezed through before the storm could close in.
On the ground, Zi'e and Fengxian were leading their men in a difficult effort to draw out the storm. Feng Ziyi, who arrived later, quickly gave one medicine gourd to each of them from the string of gourds hanging from his waist, and then joined them.
As Feng Ziyi was leading a small storm, slowly dissolving it and letting it dissipate into the air, a sudden thought struck him.
"Shu Yun!"
Zi'e, Fengxian, and the others also noticed the familiar aura that was rapidly rising from the storm.
The golden sword light unleashed a four-way slash, brutally destroying the storm at the top with its powerful divine force.
Penglai Shangshu, dressed in a scarlet gown that fluttered in the wind, had a golden sword that radiated a holy light. Countless white lights drifted out from behind her, like fireflies in the human world.
"What is that?" asked one of the immortals, puzzled.
Feng Ziyi waved his hand, "Whatever it is, quickly help Shu Yun pull back that storm above."
"Hey!" The crowd responded, each unleashing their immortal power to relieve Shu Yun's burden.
The knowledgeable Zi'e carefully observed the white light and realized that it was actually some kind of spirit.
However, it looked exceptionally weak, which is why the white light was only faintly visible.
Shu Yun stood amidst the hurricane, his sword light repeatedly cleaving through the storm, releasing the ancestral souls trapped here by the demonic energy that formed the Black Sea.
From an angle unseen by the immortals, her other hand, which was not holding a sword, hung down in her sleeve. She quietly released it, and a white light flew out, concealed among the many souls, and soared upwards.
She stood there quietly, watching the point of white light fly away.
Blood smeared all over her face, and there was no one named Jiang Yan to help her wipe it away patiently, bit by bit.
Having confirmed the departure of the last soul, Shu Yun held his sword before him, using his heart's blood to create a barrier that helped the immortals of Penglai disperse the storm and accelerate its dissipation.
After doing all that, she leaped to the ground, her body swaying precariously.
“God, your…” Zi’e’s eyes showed astonishment.
The camellia at the corner of your eye has disappeared.
Knowing what Zi'e was worried about, Shu Yun shook her head, "It's alright."
Feng Ziyi abandoned the immortal over there and rushed over. Even from a distance, he saw Shu Yun, who was in a disheveled state.
Her scarlet dress was torn to shreds, she was weak and listless, and her face was covered in blood, some of which had congealed into dark clots.
"What happened? How are you? What happened down there that made you like this?"
A barrage of questions was thrown at him, but the moment Shu Yun turned her head to look at him, he fell silent.
Ten thousand years had passed, and he saw Shu Yun with that expression again.
The last time Shu Yun acted like this was ten thousand years ago, when the two Shang Shu sacrificed themselves to seal the demon. At that time, Shu Yun was still an immortal. After hearing the news, she silently took on the responsibility of leading Penglai. She did exactly what the two Shang Shu had done before.
In the Demon Realm and the Nine Heavens, someone took advantage of her youth and led an attack. She did not swallow her anger; with her Tai'a sword in hand, she stood at the forefront with a cold face.
Shu Yun's face was covered in blood, but her black eyes were clear, and there were blood vessels stuck on her long eyelashes.
She turned her head to look at him, her expression completely blank, just like the familiar, aloof, and powerful god.
Ke Fengzi clearly saw the overflowing sadness in those eyes, just like the one he had inadvertently glimpsed ten thousand years ago.
This time, however, she didn't hide in her room and cry alone.
She couldn't cry either. She was surrounded by people from Penglai. She was the most powerful and supreme deity in the Three Realms, admired and followed by countless people. How could she shed tears like an ordinary, weak female immortal?
Feng Ziyi stopped and remained silent for a while. Then, he pointed to her face and said in a normal tone, "You have blood on your face."
"Hmm." Shu Yun's expression remained unchanged as she rubbed her face with her sleeve.
He wiped the blood with his sleeve like an ordinary mortal, forgetting that he was a deity who could use magic directly.
Feng Ziyi walked over and used a Cleansing Spell on her, then swiftly slapped the back of her head with a Sleeping Spell.
Zi'e was stunned, "What did you do..."
He paused halfway through his sentence, then saw Feng Ziyi catch Shu Yun's hand and look at it, finding it covered in blood.
Shu Yun's scarlet dress was already soaked in blood, but because she was wearing a red dress, they didn't even notice.
Feng Ziyi and Zi'e hurriedly tried to stop Shu Yun's bleeding and fed her medicine.
He didn't delay any longer. What bullshit storm? Let it erupt if it wants to. So much time has passed and not a single person from the Demon Realm or the Nine Heavens has come. So they, Penglai, will not care anymore.
"Walk!"
Feng Ziyi picked Shu Yun up and carried her back to Penglai as quickly as possible.
The white souls, leisurely flying in the air, were respectfully guided into reincarnation by the people of the underworld, ushering in their new lives.
No one would bother to verify the identities of these predecessors, nor would they be able to. Among the numerous weak and incomplete souls, they would naturally not discover the frail soul that Shu Yun had selfishly placed inside.
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