"Hahaha, but destiny dictates that this world be destroyed. It was destined to be destroyed anyway, so what if I take control of this evil realm and hasten its destruction?"
Venerable Chunwu had the air of being the only one sober in a world of drunks. After realizing he couldn't ascend when he entered the tribulation stage, he went mad.
No one knew his plans.
The six realms are destined to be destroyed.
The new realm he created is independent of the six realms.
When the six realms are destroyed, everyone will die.
They, father and son, are the lords of the evil realm, and do not belong to the six realms.
They had no idea that the world was about to be destroyed, and that they would be the only ones left alive.
The father and son looked down on everyone, as if they were looking at dead people.
"As for the Chosen One, it's alright if she can't become a demon."
"If you don't go to the Flame Abyss Prison, then..."
"The Flame Abyss Prison will come looking for you."
The father and son smiled smugly.
Fate was on their side; although some unexpected events occurred, they could not prevent all of this from happening.
A giant sword imbued with righteous energy slowly solidified.
The father and son Chunwu showed no fear, simply smiling as they watched the giant sword hover above their heads.
Their clothes fluttered in the wind.
Beside Song Tingwan, Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi looked up at the sky, gritting their teeth in extreme tension.
Looking at the lava covering Wutong Mountain, Song Tingwan sensed a terrifying and powerful force brewing beneath.
"Look down—"
She frowned and spoke up to remind him.
At the same time, several forces suddenly surged forth from beneath the fiery red magma.
It was so evil it sent shivers down your spine.
"Finally, we can see the light of day again—"
The wicked man, who had been evil for millennia, was released from prison. Looking at the group of people, he was not only unafraid, but also somewhat excited.
Several more unfamiliar evil spirits emerged, perhaps having spent millions of years in prison, their aura far surpassing that of ordinary Tribulation Transcending cultivators.
The aura of the Venerable Elder Changliu solidified. Compared to the Evil Realm and the Chunwu father and son, these evil beings who had suppressed resentment and malice for thousands of years were the ones who made them feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Don't be afraid, we won't kill anyone today." Venerable Chunwu stood with his hands behind his back, stepped into the air, and smiled as he raised the giant sword above his head.
A hint of disgust flashed in Song Siyao's eyes; the fearless demeanor of the villain was truly infuriating.
"Please remember, everyone, when the Six Realms perish, my Evil Realm will be the only place that can survive in the world."
"Welcome to seek refuge here."
The Demon-Slaying Sword is complete.
Song Siyao's long hair flew wildly as an invisible giant sword slashed heavily towards Chunwu.
But she could sense that someone had withdrawn their power because of Venerable Chunwu's words.
But most people remain steadfast and refuse to listen to the fallacies and misleading statements of fanatics.
Just as the giant sword came crashing down.
Venerable Chunwu and Immortal Lord Zewu scattered like dust.
But in the next instant, it coalesced again.
"I told you, it's no use."
After regaining his human form, Immortal Lord Zewu smiled nonchalantly behind his father.
Then, he flipped his palm, and the strange fire shot into the sky.
Countless ghost cultivators beneath Wutong Mountain drifted uncontrollably towards the sky.
Including Wugan.
"Father--"
Wu Ling anxiously tried to grab her father with her ghostly energy.
But he couldn't withstand the pain of being burned by the strange fire.
His ghostly aura was burned to ashes and scattered between heaven and earth.
Wu Ling helplessly followed her father's ghostly aura, transformed into human form, and ghostly tears fell from her empty eye sockets as she stared blankly in Song Tingwan's direction.
He seemed to be pleading with her to save his father.
Countless ghostly wisps drifted towards the sky.
In Song Tingwan's eyes, those were all lives that could still be saved.
If they succeed in their sacrifice, then there will truly be no way to save them.
But she was powerless in the face of this situation.
Is there any other way to save them?
If only I still had some divine pills on hand.
"Sister, can the mark be saved?"
After his all-out attack failed, Song Siyao stood suspended in mid-air, his mind racing with countless solutions.
She remembered that she could transfer the merit to her elder sister.
Only the two sisters understood the meaning behind their words.
Song Tingwan frowned and shook her head seriously at her.
She wasn't sure.
After all, before the barrier was removed, the merit she used was useless and ended up in the hands of Venerable Chunwu and his son.
She quickly relayed the situation to her sister via telepathy.
"Sister, let's try again."
Song Siyao looked at the countless ghostly wisps rising into the sky with complicated emotions, her brows furrowing in unbearable sorrow.
The two sisters stood side by side.
Their eyes all held the same expression.
Song Tingwan nodded to her, then looked at Shen Zhuochuan: "Protect me and A Yao."
Song Siyao tapped Wan Qiji's shoulder with her light, and the silent cultivator turned around and solemnly agreed.
With two protectors, the two sisters closed their eyes and sat cross-legged. This time, Song Siyao was more skilled.
Perhaps because countless lives are waiting to be saved, Song Siyao's merit in saving lives this time is actually a bit greater.
It's much faster now.
The golden light of merit gradually seeped into the mark on Song Tingwan's forehead.
It's unclear whether it was because their mental powers were too strong.
Song Siyao's merits shifted slightly during the transport and floated upwards into the sky.
In a moment of panic, she managed to grab that wisp of merit back.
Song Tingwan was taken aback and nuzzled her sister's consciousness with her own.
Song Siyao's consciousness paused for a moment, then, bound by that wisp of merit, and protected by the two sisters' consciousnesses, she slowly ascended into the sky.
From above Wutong Mountain, it gradually approaches the sky.
I don't know the time, or how much time has passed.
They protected that exceptionally large amount of merit, and slowly they managed to pass through a large group of ghostly energy.
Going further up.
We passed through the clouds.
It floated upwards again.
The sky seems to stretch to the horizon.
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