Cheng Yuan died just like that.
The blood mist drifting in the void stained that spot, like a crimson firework, carrying a touch of tragic beauty.
Having lost its target, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire gradually dissipated until it disappeared completely.
Rumble!
In the next instant, the already crumbling dead city began to collapse in large parts, with dust and smoke billowing up.
This dead city already looked eerie and sinister, and now that it has collapsed, it looks even more like an apocalyptic place.
Ye Wuque stood in the void, his expression calm.
He was not surprised by Cheng Yuan's swift and decisive suicide.
Ancient lingerers...
It's not an easy job!
All saint-kings, whether they are independent cultivators or backed by powerful forces, are undoubtedly proud and arrogant. They are far ahead of their contemporaries and shine brightly.
However, after entering the Saint King Trial, not everyone can continue to shine and advance triumphantly; there will always be various regrets.
Those who are easygoing or easily satisfied will simply be eliminated; life goes on.
However, those with grand goals and ambitions who choose to stagnate and remain in the Saint King Trial need an extremely strong mental will.
Because we have to temporarily give up what should have been a bright and promising future in order to gamble on an uncertain one!
That loneliness and solitude, stagnation and backwardness, are all vividly embodied.
Cheng Yuan's self-proclaimed status as a half-ancient linger in front of him is actually just self-aggrandizement.
He was completely different from the true ancient survivors. He had never even entered the ultimate ancient pass. After being seriously injured, he was unwilling to be eliminated and desperately searched for the essence of time and space to stop. Later, he even fell into evil ways and devoured flesh and blood, just so that he could start over.
As a result, he encountered Ye Wuque and was decisively defeated!
His seemingly unwavering, but actually precarious, mad mentality finally exploded. Heartbroken and in unbearable pain, he cleanly and decisively ended his own life.
Ultimately, it comes down to a lack of mental fortitude and willpower!
Several dozen breaths later, two-thirds of the dead city had collapsed, and the remaining third had become ruins.
Ye Wuque glanced down and then continued forward, traversing the void.
After leaving the dead city, the mysterious and majestic ancient starry sky reappeared, desolate and barren.
Ye Wuque was incredibly fast, like lightning.
After flying for several days, the ancient starry sky ahead still seemed endless.
The mere sight of this seemingly unchanging scene is enough to evoke a sense of inexplicable dread and unease.
But it did not affect Ye Wuque in the slightest. With guidance from the unseen, he only needed to move forward.
Another hour passed.
The ancient starry sky ahead finally showed a slight change!
It began to darken, as if dawn had broken, inexplicably profound.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
A strange roar suddenly came from the diagonal front, seemingly the sound of stars streaking across the sky. Ye Wuque looked over and his eyes narrowed instantly!
Right there in the vast starry sky to the diagonal front, a huge... painted boat appeared!
It is tens of thousands of feet in size and looks exquisite and gorgeous. It is decorated with many beautiful carvings and patterns. The whole thing is vermilion and rouge red, exuding an elegance from a small ink painting village.
Laughter and melodious music emanated from the painted boat, creating a lively atmosphere that made one want to join in.
The painted boat glides across the starry sky, seemingly aimlessly, like gliding across water and bringing laughter. Around the boat, eighteen huge red lanterns hang, emitting a soft glow, creating a beautiful and evocative atmosphere.
The pleasure boat was moving at a moderate speed, heading towards where Ye Wuque was.
Ye Wuque remained unmoved, watching expressionlessly!
Ten thousand miles, a thousand miles, a hundred miles...
Soon, the pleasure boat was only a few miles away from Ye Wuque.
From a distance, Ye Wuque looked like a guest waiting to board the ship, creating a harmonious scene.
But at this moment!
Ye Wuque's gaze had long since fallen on the eighteen red lanterns surrounding the painted boat.
The red lanterns appeared to emit a soft glow, but within each of the twelve lanterns were at least five bloody human heads embedded!
These heads, some male and some female, were already dried up, and the bloodstains had long since dried and turned dark, as if they had been left over from a distant past.
But they all have one thing in common: they are all young!
There are at least nearly a hundred heads inside all twelve red lanterns!
Ye Wuque could tell at a glance that these heads all came from... the Saint King!
The Saint King, who was teleported to this route, arrived here, encountered the pleasure boat, and ultimately collapsed here, leaving only his head, which became an ornament for the pleasure boat.
The other six red lanterns were still empty, but they were clearly waiting to be filled.
Buzz!
The giant painted boat slowly came to a stop in front of Ye Wuque.
The sounds of laughter and joy on the entire pleasure boat are almost within reach, making one yearn for it.
Just then, a magnificent ladder adorned with flowers suddenly extended from the painted boat, stretching all the way to Ye Wuque's feet.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the cloud ladder on the painted boat, a beautiful figure had appeared out of nowhere, standing there in a flowing white dress, elegant and stunning.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, we've finally waited for you."
"Please come aboard for a discussion..."
A melodious voice resounded, like a clear spring flowing, yet it sounded familiar, for the woman was none other than Fairy Youyun!
She stood on the painted boat, breathtakingly beautiful, like an elf or a real fairy, captivating all who beheld her stunning beauty.
In the starry sky, Ye Wuque stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Fairy Youyun expressionlessly, without giving any response.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, the painted boat contains numerous supernatural techniques, secret methods, great Dao traces, and rare insights. It is a test; if you can pass it, then you will..."
"You really want me to get on board? It's not impossible, but unfortunately, this ship is too fragile; I don't like it."
Suddenly, Ye Wuque laughed, as if he were joking.
The Fairy Youyun on the painted boat also smiled sweetly, her beauty as captivating as a hundred flowers in full bloom.
"Fellow Daoist Ye is too kind. This pleasure boat is incredibly sturdy, having withstood the test of time..."
Click!
A tremendous roar suddenly exploded, causing the surrounding void for hundreds of feet to tremble, and the giant painted boat, which had been lying quietly, began to rock violently from side to side!
Ye Wuque slowly withdrew his right foot from the massive, shattered hole in the ship's hull, then grinned at Fairy Youyun standing on the pleasure boat, revealing his gleaming white teeth.
"Look, it can't even withstand one kick from me."
"Not crispy yet?"
How do you board this kind of ship?
Debris drifted about, and the edges of the shattered black hole, which was dozens of feet in size, gleamed with a cold, dark metallic luster. It was three feet thick and seemed to be truly hard, but now it was broken into pieces.
The void became deathly silent!
On the painted boat, Fairy Youyun's beautiful face had become lifeless, with only her beautiful eyes staring down at Ye Wuque.
Glug glug!
Suddenly, a large amount of black blood flowed out from the dozens of feet of broken black hole that Ye Wuque had kicked open!
Like a rushing torrent, carrying an intensely strong stench of blood and decay, it instantly enveloped the void, transforming into a river of black blood that sealed Ye Wuque directly at its very center!
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