Ahead lay an irresistible horde of beasts, their power terrifying, yet from behind, an even stronger force began to emerge. The crowd turned to look, only to be stunned by what they saw.
Liu Huiyang and the six elders sat on the ground, their hands clasped in front of their chests, making complex hand gestures. Their bodies shone brightly, resembling dazzling orbs of light. Above their heads, a white-robed man floated in mid-air, his jade-like face with his eyes closed, making the same hand gestures. Behind him, a huge square gate array was slowly taking shape.
The two doors gleamed with dazzling golden light, making Liu Yuntai's figure appear and disappear, his outline obscured within the golden light.
He closed his eyes slightly, his brows furrowed, and a strange and unique white mark slowly appeared between his brows and on his forehead. A flash of golden light passed by, and the mark took shape.
Five-colored spiritual energy shimmered and floated out from above Liu Huiyang and the elders' heads, each taking on a beast-like form like phantoms and gathering together before disappearing into the golden light. Qinghe knew that those were their divine souls.
With the entry of the divine soul, the power greatly increased, and the two doors slowly opened in the increasingly bright golden light. A deep and solemn voice rang out, as if opening a door to another world, exuding a sense of ancient and solemn historical vicissitudes.
The golden gate swung open, and a tremendous suction force suddenly appeared on the other side of the gate. Sandstorms arose, rocks flew, and everything on the ground, from withered trees and rotten leaves to the corpses of monsters, was sucked in. Even Qing and Li Jiang were unable to stand steadily.
The demonic army rushed in, heading straight for the Golden Gate. Even though they sensed the unusual power of that otherworldly realm, it was too late. An irresistible pull was about to drag them into a hell from which there would be no escape.
Li Jiang suddenly shouted, "Get out of the way!"
The herd of beasts rushed uncontrollably toward Kinmen, some even being lifted into the air by the suction force.
Qinghe grabbed Mo Junqian with her left hand and pulled Mu Dong with her right, and flew away from the spot quickly on her sword.
The horde of beasts surged forward, and the sheer number of magical beasts overwhelmed Liu Yuntai. He shouted, "Help me! Give me strength!"
Shen Xun was closest to him. Upon hearing this, he flew to his side, poured his spiritual power into his palm, and channeled it into Liu Yuntai's body.
Li Jiang also rushed over.
Qinghe was quite far away, separated by countless demonic beast legions, and there was no shortcut to reach the Golden Gate for the time being.
The dragon descended from the sky, carrying a heavy aura, and said to Mo Junqian, "Come on up quickly, I'll take you there."
Mo Junqian nodded and looked at Qinghe, only to find that her expression was rather unpleasant.
He asked worriedly, "Senior sister, are you injured?"
Qing shook her head; she wasn't injured, but...
She looked up at the two golden doors. As soon as they opened, she felt a strong force pulling at her, a force that had already affected her soul. An indescribable sense of fear and powerlessness came from the depths of her soul.
She composed herself and forced a smile, saying, "You and Mu Dong go help Liu Yuntai. I'll be there shortly."
“But…” Mo Junqian hesitated.
Qing said impatiently, "Let's go!"
Seeing her like this, Mo Junqian hesitated for a long time before finally climbing onto the dragon with Mu Dong.
After they left, Qinghe could no longer hold on. He leaned against the wall and slumped down, closing his eyes to catch his breath and meditating to calm himself. Even so, he still couldn't control the strange feeling in his heart.
There seemed to be something behind her. She reached out and touched it, and when she brought it to her eyes, it was a painting.
When you open it, you'll find a painting of a woman; her exquisite face and superb artistry make it a masterpiece.
Qinghe recognized the woman; she was Mo Junqian's mother, the Goddess Lingxi. This painting was the one that Shen Xun had painted for the Goddess Lingxi when they were in the God Realm.
Qinghe looked at Mo Junqian's figure in the distance, guessing that he must have accidentally fallen out when he landed on his sword.
With a sigh, I decided to give it to him later.
Qinghe leaned against the wall to stand up, closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again. The Phoenix Sword was held horizontally in front of him. Just as he was about to fly on the sword, someone suddenly patted his shoulder.
Mo Junqian and Mu Dong have already gone to help Liu Yuntai. She is all alone now. Who else could she be with?
Qinghe slowly turned her head, only to find nothing in front of her.
A cool breeze blew past his ears, sending shivers down his spine. The next instant, Qinghe was suddenly sucked in by an unknown force and disappeared without a trace.
With the power of Shen Xun, Li Jiang, and the others, Jinmen exerted its maximum power, and the suction force became stronger and stronger until it sucked in the entire beast tide, at which point the power slowly subsided.
The beast tide finally disappeared, the overwhelming waves of rocks finally stopped, the ground stopped trembling, the sky cleared, and the blue sky and white clouds were as clear as if they had been washed clean. Everything returned to normal.
The ancient sound of the door closing rang out again, the golden light disappeared, and under Liu Yuntai's control, it slowly closed. The moment the two doors closed, the shockwave stirred up a cloud of dust.
The souls of Liu Huiyang and the six elders drifted out from the gate and returned to their respective bodies. With the closing of the golden gate, the beast tide came to an end.
For a moment, all was silent, and the wind and waves subsided.
The dragon had been away from the sea for too long, so it bid farewell to the dragon and left the battlefield. The dragon also transformed into a red sword, which circled in the air several times before returning to Mo Junqian's hand.
Mu Dong was injured in the battle, but they were all superficial wounds and nothing serious. Once the beast tide disappeared, he felt relieved and insisted that Li Jiang treat him to a meal at a luxury restaurant.
Liu Yuntai fell from the sky, the mark between his eyebrows long gone. He was exhausted, both physically and mentally. Opening the Gate of No Form was too mentally and physically taxing. Although it did not harm his soul, he would have to sleep for several days to recuperate.
Everyone was injured, more or less. As the beast tide receded, everyone sat down on the ground, circulating their spiritual energy and calming their minds. Only Mo Junqian did not stop, looking around to search for people.
Shen Xun stood up, walked to his side, and asked, "Where is Qinghe?"
Mo Junqian shook his head to indicate that he did not know, and the worry in his eyes was obvious.
The area in front of Wuji Mountain was devastated. At a glance, all the scenery could be seen, and there were no large shelters. Mo Junqian searched around twice before he began to believe that Qinghe and his senior sister were no longer there.
"She was just here a moment ago," Mo Junqian asked, seemingly to Shen Xun, but also to himself, "Where could she have gone?"
A look of confusion appeared in his eyes, which then turned into anxiety and worry.
Shen Xun closed his eyes, and golden spiritual energy floated into the sky. After a moment, the spiritual energy seemed to be obstructed, trembled for a moment, and then dissipated.
Suddenly opening his eyes, Shen Xun's expression turned grave.
"How is it?" Mo Junqian asked anxiously.
Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?
Mo Junqian: "Of course it's the truth."
Shen Xun looked up at him and said four words: "More bad than good."
Mo Junqian was startled, "Who took her away?"
This time, Shen Xun remained silent.
Having just survived a life-or-death ordeal, the answer to who took Qinghe away is obvious.
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