Chapter 45 Friends in the Abyss Inner Palace Don't Kiss Each Other
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Miao Jue gently supported the person in her arms.
Thanks to him catching that attack, the situation was quickly stabilized.
The Xuanling Bone sent by the Gongyu family was accidentally injured by Dongfang Yaotian. When the Netherworld Clan saw Jin Shi injured, their fighting spirit soared and their bestial nature was fiercely aroused, forcing Gong Yuluo and the others to grit their teeth and retreat.
The Dongfang family watched from the sidelines, only offering a helping hand at the crucial moment, yet the Gongyu family bore the brunt of the casualties in the fight against the Underworld Clan.
Each of their Xuan bones is extremely precious, and no one wants to lose them here.
Although we should bring back the one destined by Heaven, at this point, the only way to avoid being tainted by karma is to make today's events part of the tribulations of destiny and love.
The group exchanged glances. Gong Yulu's eyes condensed into intricate and dense icicles and snowflakes. She glanced at the distraught Gong Yuqiu from afar, then with a flick of her finger, the group vanished instantly beneath the claws of the Netherworld Clan.
Miao Jue then looked up at Chen Jinshi.
His body temperature was very high.
The ashes that were still warm and cool when drying her clothes now seemed to be burning with fever, making her pale face and lips as red as blood, like an evil and alluring ghost.
The secret lies in reaching out.
The wood spirit, gentle as a branch, slowly peered toward the body beneath the white robes before her.
Using spiritual power to probe someone's inner self is like holding a mirror to reflect another person's inner world. It's actually a somewhat intimate act, and the other person will only allow it if they have extreme trust or are extremely indifferent.
The young man in white tensed up, watching her pink fingertips touch him, though he actually wanted to refuse.
Examining his injuries? It's good to feel sorry for him, but seeing the wounds is really...
Suppressing the sweet taste in her throat, Chen Jinshi muttered softly, "Can't you do something else if you care about me...?"
Miao Jue said expressionlessly, "Don't move."
After the dust settled, he paused, "...Oh."
So when that trickle of clear spiritual energy flowed over, Chen Jinshi finally slowly removed his raised feathers and opened the pitch-black castle gate.
Her branches reached out to him.
Miao Jue didn't need to see his pale face to sense what this attack meant.
This is now the Realm of Langhuan, where the power of the Chosen One's sword has been infinitely amplified, causing Miao Jue to experience a strong phantom pain when it strikes the Leap Formation.
But none of that was fatal; what was truly fatal was the boundless expanse of white ashes—
Miaojue closed his eyes and used his spiritual sense to see his dark and gloomy inner palace.
This place is vast and dark, bottomless, without a single ray of light.
Miao Jue believed that the Golden Crow should be as scorching as the sun, but within Chen Jinshi's body, there was only a burning inferno with black feathers obscuring the sun, and the spiritual light brought by Miao Jue could reflect a single shadow.
She continued to probe deeper, as if she had reached his chest cavity.
Chen Jinshi shuddered, leaning against her and truly trembling, gasping, "Wonderful...almost..."
The magic trick suddenly stopped, and deep within his inner chambers, he saw the residual force of that attack.
The surging white embers are devouring his darkness.
It was like a pale sun slowly rising from a dark abyss.
Wherever the sun shines, the dust-covered inner chambers are forcibly illuminated, but the black feathers seem unable to withstand the sunlight, vanishing into dust as if they cannot stand it.
The clash between black and white was eerie and blinding; the white light was like a spreading germ, and although the ashes and black feathers viciously devoured the daylight, his darkness...
The once dark and surging abyss is now rapidly turning white, as if it has been invaded by some kind of white fluff.
Wherever it passed, black and white clashed. The ashes tried to suppress the rapidly devouring, but the white ashes were equally fast. As they passed, they burned countless black feathers into dust, which eventually turned into burns on his meridians.
As expected, while the swords wielded by the male and female protagonists were powerful, they were far from fatal. What could truly harm this world-destroying villain was the power that was modeled after him.
Equally turbulent, equally endless, born from contrast.
Miao Jue withdrew her spiritual sense, looked up, and saw him take a trembling breath, then slowly exhale and inhale, his profile showing an expression of complete indifference.
"Finished reading?" His thin lips trembled, and he secretly covered his chest with his other hand. "How was it? Did I look good?"
Miaojue was preoccupied with worries and completely ignored his flirtatious remarks.
Langhuan's strength should not be underestimated.
In fact, after entering the Celestial Court, it was discovered that these Xuan Bone True Immortals were indeed worlds apart from the cultivators of the mortal continent.
Just like the icicles that formed in Gong Yuluo's eyes, carrying the cold, condescending gaze of an immortal, all the experts from the Gong Yu family who came to surround him had extremely manifested spiritual killing moves.
And this white ashes hand had already penetrated into the meridians of the dust-covered man.
Fuji was already in front of him, his brow furrowed with worry as he handed over something: "Don't be reckless, Shi, eat this. Dongfang Qianye didn't use his full strength in this attack... It seems he has already found a way to dissolve the Ash Bones."
This is the most worrying thing.
The members of the Underworld Clan gathered around, their expressions slightly somber.
Miao Jue was very clear about what everyone was worried about—because, whether it was the mainland or Langhuan, whether it was humans or immortals, the existing power systems were all obtained by tearing apart their flesh and blood.
But Jin Shi was the only member of the Underworld Clan who had been lifted up by them to escape.
He was not... eaten.
Although Chen Jinshi plucked bones and spilled blood all over the continent, every bone and drop of blood he had was under his control and never ended up in the Celestial Court.
So, how did that person replicate his power within the Langhuan?
The power of ash bones he created was even flawless...
Fuji's gentle golden eyes were filled with seriousness. A hundred years was far too long. From the attitude of Gong Yuluo and the others, one could see that the world had undergone tremendous changes.
“Eat this,” Fuji said, raising the pill in his palm. “Let’s go find Wei Yi and Yang Wu. As long as the number exceeds nine…”
"Yes!" Everyone nodded in agreement.
I also remember the secret technique. It was mentioned later in the main storyline of the male and female protagonists' slaughter of the underworld. Once the active underworld race breaks through the ninth level, they can automatically form a unique bloodline resonance, which will make them extremely difficult to deal with.
This is now a crucial advantage for them to fight for.
But Chen Jinshi didn't even glance at the pill. He casually draped his arm over Miaojue's shoulder and wrapped it around her.
His face was deathly pale, yet he still sneered at Fuji: "Still fussing over your herbs? You're not a real doctor, it was one thing to mess with little girls before..."
The trick is to know he won't eat it.
Because he knew that eating it would be useless and would only make Fuji feel guilty.
Her hand quietly pressed on his abdomen, and the apical bud had already gathered in her mind. No matter how difficult the injury was to treat, no matter what kind of spiritual power it came from, it was all just a matter of a moment.
The five elements each have different spiritual attributes, and they interact with each other through mutual generation and restraint, but "time" is the only constant standard.
This is the only cause and effect that leads them to pursue...
She can rewind that day.
Chen Jinshi's waist muscles tensed instantly. He looked down at her, pressing her hand down to stop her while whispering, "You touch me so naturally..."
"Okay, I know you feel sorry for me and can't bear it, but now that your little sapling is being used, it's my turn to feel sorry for you."
Chen Jinshi's face turned pale, but he said with a smile, "Don't let me fail at the last minute."
The subtle movements quieted down.
Chen Jinshi removed her hand, but still held onto her fingertips tightly. The red ribbon around his wrist swayed, contrasting with his pale skin, like a knot of fate he had tied around his own neck.
He has now shifted the anchor of the Marriage Tree to himself, and Langhuan cannot find her. Her spiritual bones need to smoothly transition to the Heavenly level; if she rashly uses the power of reversal before then, there is still a possibility that that old geezer Dongfang Qianye will forcibly elevate her bones.
The Beiling Ice Robe can only be used once.
Without this, he would have to sacrifice himself.
Miao Jue finally fell silent, the hot ashes curling around the back of her neck, clearly indicating that he was not well at all.
But the second brother has already found the only place, and once that place appears, everything will make sense.
"Don't worry about me—my health is much better than yours," Chen Jinshi slowly straightened up, looking at the worried faces, a leisurely smile on his lips. "Can you confirm the location of the only one?"
Fuji looked at him disapprovingly, but finally nodded. "According to their current stratification, around the fourth ring... I sensed the only presence. She seems to have been... buried."
Everyone immediately tensed up and prepared to leave, saying, "After finding Wei Yi, we'll go find CCTV-5."
Fuji's gaze was filled with worry.
He and Wei Yi were the first two born within the Ancestral Stone, and during the long period of waiting, before their younger siblings were born, they were the most familiar with each other.
He wouldn't mistake that unique scent.
However, the will she left behind remains elusive, and after a century of evolution, it always makes him uneasy.
He hoped everyone would live, because only then would going home have meaning.
With a clever touch, they gathered up the dust and looked towards the long path formed by the melting lava, leading into the depths of the labyrinth.
The appearance of the only available position, despite the still unclear situation, brought a sense of relief to everyone, as it represented the parent of all of them.
However, in Miaojue's memory, Yangwu's impression was actually deeper than Weiyi's. Weiyi was always nowhere to be found, always looking hurried. Yangwu, on the other hand, was the simple and peaceful fifth aunt in her memory.
She had a very low profile among everyone, as if because the number five was the middle position in the sequence that connected the past and the future. She always sat under the eaves, never competing or fighting for anything, working steadily and diligently. She would mend and repair everyone's clothes, and she always had a clean and simple soap smell on her.
When Miaojue was little, I slept peacefully beside her many nights.
All the older brothers and sisters had their own unique personalities, but the fifth aunt was the most ordinary one.
Chen Jinshi once mentioned the spiritual attributes of everyone. After the secret formula was matched in the mind, Yang Wu was the last one, the earth element.
Just like Aunt Wu, she was down-to-earth, didn't talk much, but always had a peaceful gaze on the children.
Miaojue sighed softly.
It seems that because she was always the one with a very low profile... they had to wait until the very end to find her.
The weight on her shoulders seemed to have increased. Miaojue looked up and saw Chen Jinshi wipe something away with his hand, then act as if nothing had happened.
Aside from his relaxed posture, he seemed perfectly fine, even giving a wicked smirk as he looked down: "Thinking back to our childhood?"
Miao Jue, her almond-shaped eyes gazing into the distance, nodded: "Yes."
Chen Jinshi straightened up, quietly calmed his burning inner energy, then took her hand and walked outside, babbling, "So admit it, you really care about me."
Miaojue's eyes shone brightly, and she didn't deny it: "Indeed."
As the dust settled, I paused, a glimmer of light appearing in my eyes, and a blossoming of flowers, like a lush shady tree, stirred within my heart.
Overjoyed, he clutched his chest, his fingertips trembling.
The girl's eyebrows, eyes, and facial features, sculpted by the ice-covered clothing, appeared as delicate as if outlined by soft light.
Miaojue said casually, "After all, you were my best friend when I was a child."
In the mountains and fields, during a short time, two boys chased each other.
He finished speaking and curled the corners of his lips into a smile.
However, the light in Chen Jinshi's eyes vanished instantly. Heartbroken, he didn't notice the fleeting smile on the girl's lips. He lost his speech, and like a walking corpse, he was supported forward by Miaojue, feeling as if he were burning up from the inside out.
When will her memories return? Will she be able to remember anything after ascending to the Heavenly Spirit Bone? The white ash suppressed between the meridians in his chest rose with the wind, making him feel a little sore.
Chen Jinshi leaned anxiously against her.
I don't know what the customs are where she is.
"Anyway, friends don't kiss on my end," he said through gritted teeth.
"Oh, really?" Miaojue put his hands in his pockets.
She doesn't know either.
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