Apart from a few people, the rest of the cultivators entered the formation one after another.
Song Tingwan watched as more and more cultivators gathered around her friends.
Her eyes were gentle, yet somewhat thoughtful.
She pondered for a long time what Canxing had just said.
There was another person who was as close to Song Siyao as he was—
That legendary jade master, Fengye.
However, that senior's situation was special, and he could not leave Ayao's body.
What kind of connection could there be?
Unaware of the elder's presence, the others only cast their subtle glances at Song Tingwan, Wan Qiji, and the others.
Song Tingwan raised her eyes and looked at A Yao, who was at the head of the group.
I suspect that my younger sister herself also has her own suspicions.
With the formation about to be completed, Song Siyao, who was in mid-air, helplessly told Feng Ye to shut up.
—I need to get down to business.
—Hmph, I told you to ask your older sister. Do you need her to refine the pill so I can leave my body and rebuild my physical form?
—If I collect all the pill formulas, my elder sister will tell me.
—But if I cannot leave your body, what use is this wisp of consciousness left behind?
Song Siyao couldn't figure it out either, but she couldn't concentrate on thinking about it at the moment, so she had to ask the old man to calm down first.
It's about to begin.
The highly respected elders, including Yan Shanjun, stood behind her, waiting for Yan Shanjun's command to embrace the genius girl with their spiritual energy.
"Let's begin."
Yan Shanjun glanced back and spoke in a solemn voice.
Song Siyao nodded calmly, while Li Guang buzzed with excitement.
The sword-drawing action was swift and decisive. Supported by a continuous stream of mental energy and cultivation, the sword intent of Li Guang was so powerful that it made one's heart tremble.
I've often seen similar scenes in the past when I faced difficulties, but I've never seen such a large number of people before.
After all, most of the people in the Six Realms are here.
The power it gathers is awe-inspiring.
A continuous stream of cultivation power was poured into Song Siyao. She looked up at the sky and manipulated countless spiritual energy swords formed from her cultivation power.
Condensed into a gigantic hilt and blade—
Looking at the dark sky, Song Siyao felt as if some emotion was about to burst out of her body, influenced by the countless mental powers that were being channeled into her.
But she couldn't fathom that glimmer of inspiration, while the illusory sword gradually took shape under everyone's watchful eyes.
Song Tingwan and the others looked up at Song Siyao, who was at the head of the group, with a sense of pride that was hard to describe.
The girl coldly sneered: "Slay the evil, come forth—"
Even those at the Tribulation Transcending stage have never possessed such terrifying power.
That phantom sword could almost destroy the world.
The lightning of the evil realm crackled and flashed incessantly, and dark clouds filled the sky, dark and gloomy, like a malevolent force staring at them with malice.
Some were full of confidence, while others were certain that this world-destroying phantom sword would surely shatter the evil realm.
The sword tip slowly pointed towards the heavens of the evil realm.
He then stepped back and thrust forward suddenly.
Song Tingwan also waved her hand and scattered a mist of pills to replenish the spiritual energy of everyone who had consumed it.
The group put in even more effort, making the sword thrust even faster.
but--
The tip of the illusory sword was pressed against an invisible barrier, unable to advance any further.
The sudden thrust of the sword was completely shattered.
Countless cultivators from the Six Realms stopped what they were doing and fell silent in shock.
Even such terrifying power is ineffective; this evil realm is truly terrifying.
Silence fell over the room.
A sense of despair slowly crept over some of the pessimistic monks.
"ah--"
Several screams rang out, and their souls were scattered.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
What followed was a series of screams.
Emotions are contagious.
Song Tingwan frowned and dropped a large amount of Qing Shen Dan (a type of herbal medicine).
The pills consumed too much energy, so she couldn't cover the entire evil realm with them.
But under her rosy mist, many lives were saved.
Song Siyao and Yan Shanjun landed with somber expressions.
Everyone knows that this method won't work.
Many eyes fell on Song Siyao.
They were all people who had heard the prophecy of Canxing.
"Lord Yanshan, let your precious disciple think about it. Didn't you say the key lies with her?"
There was a shameless old rogue who, seeing Song Siyao and his apprentice, started talking.
Already frustrated by her inability to break through the evil realm, Song Siyao raised an eyebrow, about to speak rudely, but her master beat her to it.
"Does my apprentice not want to go out? He just can't think of a solution. Why don't you help him think of something?"
With a serious expression, Lord Yan smiled and stood in front of his disciple, speaking the truth.
The old man looked rather displeased. "I'm not your apprentice, how would I know who she's closely associated with?"
As he spoke, inquisitive and questioning gazes fell upon Song Tingwan and the others in the distance.
This time, Song Siyao was unhappy.
"I will respectfully address you as a senior out of respect for your age, but if you set your sights on someone I care about, and if the key is truly me, I don't mind making the entire Six Realms, including you, perish with you."
When she said this in a cold voice, the old man's pupils dilated, and he uttered several "you, you, you" sounds, as if he were looking at some great demon.
Song Siyao casually tossed her ponytail and returned to the camp with her master.
Song Tingwan and the others came up to her. Seeing that she looked unwell, they quickly comforted her, "It's alright, if this method doesn't work, we'll try something else."
"Canxing was just trying to be helpful and reminding you not to put too much pressure on yourself." Song Tingwan took her hand and pressed her down on the couch to comfort her.
Shen Zhuochuan picked up the teapot and poured a cup of spiritual tea. Wan Qiji picked it up and handed it to Song Siyao.
Qin Xi was also pulled down to sit by Song Tingwan. Chen Zhuochuan poured more tea, and this time Baili Xijiang pushed the spirit tea in front of Qin Xi.
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