Seeing this, Gu Xi and the others turned their gazes to Chu Yu, their eyes questioning. Unexpectedly, even Chu Yu shook his head, saying, "Unless any of us has a cultivation level higher than that of the already deceased Shangshen Yi, there is no other way!"
In their eyes, Chu Yu's words were as good as nothing. They were all only around seven thousand years old, and Hua Du was only a thousand years old. How could they compare to Senior Yi? Back then, he was a true god who swept across the six realms with his self-created Regret Sword Technique!
Even if they were given another ten thousand years, they might not be able to withstand a hundred moves from the sword of the Supreme God Yi at his peak, let alone now. If they had tried to break through directly before, they would have been completely annihilated in this Primordial Chaos Secret Realm!
Chu Yu's words immediately made Gu Xi and Wan Ke's expressions serious. It was alright that it was a waste; she and Chu Yu hadn't come to the Hunyuan Secret Realm for the sake of this regretful sword technique.
Nevertheless, they have no choice but to stay here now. Whatever the outcome, they've come all this way, and they're determined to see it for themselves.
With this in mind, Chu Yu and the others waited for quite some time before finally noticing that Ling Ji's condition was off. It was Gu Xi who noticed it first and immediately signaled to Chu Yu and the others to pay attention, "Chu Yu, look, something's wrong with Ling Ji!"
As Gu Xi spoke, Chu Yu and the others turned around to look. In Chu Yu's hand, he was still holding the unfinished strands of hair that Hua had just braided. The smooth hair, like silk, slowly fell from his fingertips. Hua took the hair and casually coiled it up in a few strokes.
After tidying up her hair, which had been ruffled by Chu Yu, Hua looked at Ling Ji. On the surface, Ling Ji seemed perfectly fine, even expressionless. However, as Hua looked at Ling Ji, she was slightly puzzled. It seemed as if Ling Ji's soul was being tormented!
Hua looked at Chu Yu with a slightly solemn expression, "Chu Yu, how could this be?" Senior Yi is a god, and the Wanxi Sword Formation he left behind should not be so violent, let alone against such a junior.
Gu Xi and Wan Ke also noticed Ling Ji's condition and were momentarily puzzled, both looking at Chu Yu. Chu Yu had noticed Ling Ji's slightly unstable spirit even before Gu Xi's reminder. He had been pondering this; this behavior wasn't typical of Shang Shen Yi. For Wan Xi's swordsmanship to be in such a state, there could only be...
Chu Yu turned to look at Hua and the others: "I'm afraid Ling Ji's soul has a problem, and it's very likely that he shouldn't have entered this Hunyuan Secret Realm."
Chu Yu's speculation puzzled both Wan Ke and Gu Xi. After thinking for a moment, Wan Ke frowned and said, "But Ling Ji is only a little over 7,500 years old, far from reaching the 10,000-year restriction of the Hunyuan Secret Realm."
With a smile on her small face, Hua said meaningfully, "What if this divine soul is far beyond ten thousand years old?"
"What?"
"What?"
The fact that he spent his soul surprised both Wan Ke and Gu Xi. "But who would willingly sacrifice their soul to someone else? Especially a junior like him?"
Gu Xi didn't doubt Hua's words, but some situations were simply inexplicable. According to Hua and Chu Yu, since the divine soul in Ling Ji's body was far beyond ten thousand years old, its owner's strength should also be powerful, at least beyond what they, at their current age, could compare to.
If that's the case, how could she willingly sacrifice her soul to Ling Ji?
Chu Yu was just pondering Gu Xi's words when Gu Xi asked, "Perhaps... this isn't a sacrifice. This soul has been in Ling Ji's body for more than a hundred or two hundred years, but the fact that you didn't notice it is enough to show that Ling Ji and the soul in his body have become one!"
The fusion of souls cannot be accomplished overnight. This act is against the laws of nature, and success requires a life-or-death struggle. To fuse with a new soul, one must first abandon one's own innate soul. Moreover, fusion with a new soul is not easy; a small mistake could lead to death and the annihilation of one's soul!
It seems that Ling Ji's strength is far more than he has shown. Interesting! Chu Yu raised his eyebrows slightly. This is the first interesting thing he has encountered since coming out of the God Realm!
In the brief moment of their conversation, Ling Ji's entire body became unsteady. Mo Lin, who was standing next to him, felt it most clearly. Ling Ji couldn't afford to have an accident at this moment! If something happened to him, he wouldn't even be able to get out safely on his own!
Even from a distance, Gu Xi and the others could clearly see the anxiety and fear on Mo Lin's face. As the crown prince of the demon race, Mo Lin had truly disgraced the demon race. If he were to take charge of the demon race in the future, it might cease to exist within a hundred years.
"Ah!" Ling Ji's painful scream was like some kind of signal. A moment later, he spat out a mouthful of blood and then fell downwards. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and used his sword to support himself, so that he was not too embarrassed.
Judging from his appearance, he was probably seriously injured in the swordplay, but he was also a prodigy, managing to hold on. Although Ling Ji relied on his sword to support himself, his condition was not as bad as his disheveled state could be concealed. Not only him, but Chu Yu and the others could tell at a glance that he couldn't mobilize any demonic power at all!
Only Mo Lin, that good-for-nothing, thought his backer had arrived. His eyes gleamed, and while glaring fiercely at Gu Xi and the others, he forcefully tugged at Ling Ji's sleeve: "Ling Ji, kill them! Kill them! They're here to steal the Wanxi Sword Dao inheritance from us! Hurry up, kill them! What are you standing there for? Go!"
Hua Du couldn't help but facepalm. How could there be such a stupid demon?! Couldn't he see that Ling Ji was already at his last gasp? Even if they didn't attack, it was questionable whether he could safely escape the Wanxi Sword Formation, let alone kill them? Dream on! He really had no sense at all!
Ling Ji's face turned ashen. This idiot was as stupid as a pig! He pulled the hem of his clothes back from the man's grasp; if he kept pulling, he would end up sitting on the ground with him!
Seeing Gu Xi and the others approaching, Ling Ji dared not be careless. Gu Xi and the others wouldn't kill that idiot Mo Lin, but that didn't mean they wouldn't attack him! He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, straightened up, gripped his sword hilt tightly, and stood ready for battle!
Ling Ji had expected Gu Xi to attack him, but to his surprise, she said, "You should leave. It would be ungentlemanly to attack you in this situation. We'll have a good fight another time when we're out here!" Gu Xi raised an eyebrow and said to Ling Ji. He couldn't bring himself to take advantage of someone in distress, and besides, his immediate priority was to obtain the inheritance of the Wanxi Sword Dao!
Ling Ji's heart skipped a beat. He had been judging others by his own petty standards. He sheathed his sword, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "If there is an opportunity after I leave, I will be waiting for you!" With that, he walked out first. The Wanxi Sword Technique was ultimately not meant for him. It was the same before, and it is the same now. Indeed, some things cannot be forced!
Seeing Ling Ji leave like that, Mo Lin, who was still standing there, hurriedly grabbed the hem of his clothes and chased after him in a flustered manner, shouting angrily as he ran, "Ling Ji, you just left like that? You're just handing over the Regretful Sword Technique to them like that?"
Ling Ji ignored him and walked straight ahead.
If he had a choice, how could he willingly give it up?!
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