Shen Sangruo's left hand and forearm were wrapped in white gauze, beneath which lay the stark white bones corroded by the evil energy.
For the past few days, she has been trying to identify the components of that evil energy, using her own flesh and blood as experimental subjects.
“If we can’t find a way to remove the evil energy directly from ancient books, we can only start with the composition of the evil energy,” she said to the two of them.
His tone was frighteningly calm, without even a hint of emotion.
The Daoist Wuwei sighed softly. Ever since the incident involving Immortal Lord Changli and Immortal Lady Qingluan, she had been in this state.
It's not that I don't have emotions, but that I'm afraid to have them.
She feared that if she let herself go, her surging emotions would get out of control, so she could only suppress them all.
"We should go, Sang girl." The Taoist Wuwei concealed the heartache in his eyes, turned away, and refused to look at her any longer.
All cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage have gathered here.
If they all perish in battle and a method to deal with the evil energy is still not found, then it will be up to the Nascent Soul stage cultivators to take over.
He had already spoken to Ye Huai, and Ye Huai would handle the matter well.
If that still doesn't work, then cultivators at the Golden Core stage should rush to the battlefield... until the last person in the cultivation world falls.
Take care, everyone.
With his back to Shen Sangri, Wuwei Daoren naturally didn't see the fleeting sorrow in her eyes, which she quickly suppressed.
The old man was the first person she met in the Ninghua Sect. He taught her how to manage a sect and trusted her so much that he entrusted the Ninghua Sect to her.
How could she not feel anything as she watched them embark on a deadly path with almost no chance of survival?
The younger generation of each sect bid farewell to their masters and elders, knowing that this farewell meant parting with the death of Daoist Wuwei and the others.
Ancient Virtuous Lord and Daoist Wuwei led the Nascent Soul stage cultivators to the battlefield, their imposing figures filled with tragic grandeur.
No one spoke again; only among the crowd watching them leave could one faintly hear suppressed sobs.
Even the farewell could only last for a quarter of an hour; after that, they returned to the library.
Many sects have been swallowed up by the evil energy, and those sects have transferred the books they haven't finished reading to Ninghua Sect.
The situation is becoming increasingly dire.
From the air, one-third of the cultivation world had been swallowed up by evil energy.
Within the area shrouded in malevolent energy, all living beings were completely corroded and consumed, leaving a deathly atmosphere, resembling a purgatory.
In the following days, the situation at the front continued to deteriorate.
From the moment the Nascent Soul stage cultivators arrived at the front lines, the life lamps placed within the Ninghua Sect began to go out one by one.
The battlefield was getting closer and closer to Ninghua Sect, and they could now roughly see the situation ahead.
Naturally, one can also see the five divine beasts, whose bodies are two-thirds corroded.
However, they still couldn't find any records related to evil energy in the ancient books, and only a portion of the unread ancient books remained.
As time passed day by day, having gained nothing, their hope was almost completely extinguished.
Shen Sanruo had already begun to make two preparations, one of which was to read through ancient books and the other of to start with her flames.
After gaining a general understanding of the composition of the evil energy, she was indeed able to adjust the flames to target each part, significantly improving the removal effect.
However, this improvement is still too slight compared to the intensity of the evil energy.
It's like going from a drop of water to a bucket of water; when faced with a whole wildfire, there's no difference between the two.
The evil aura continued to spread, and the cultivation world's forces suffered repeated defeats.
The cultivators, who initially thought they could easily overcome this calamity, erupted like a volcano after seeing even the Five Divine Beasts begin to perish.
They realized that this catastrophe was probably not as simple as they had imagined.
"Isn't that... Young Master Qiyan?!" Everyone stared blankly at the figure rapidly falling from the edge of the black mist in the distance.
The cyan-gold figure crashed heavily to the ground, then vanished without a trace, swallowed up by the rapidly spreading malevolent energy.
Soon, only a skeleton will remain.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.
"Young Master Qiyan was... by an evil cultivator..." One person's voice trembled, not daring to utter the rest of the sentence.
"Young Master Qiyan is one of the Five Divine Beasts, the guardian beast of the cultivation world! How could he, how could he..."
The Five Divine Beasts hold a transcendent position in the cultivation world, and countless people regard them as the strongest bulwark in the cultivation world.
They are like a stabilizing force; as long as the five divine beasts exist, there is still hope for the cultivation world.
But now even the Five Divine Beasts are dying at the hands of evil cultivators, and everyone panicked instantly.
"Is the cultivation world really doomed?" They clenched their fists tightly, their expressions filled with anxiety.
The atmosphere in the entire cultivation world was extremely gloomy.
When Shen Sangruo saw Qi Yan fall, the same feeling she had when Changli Immortal Lord and the other person fell surged up in her heart once again.
He spent most of his life in the Misty Abyss, living as neither god nor demon.
If you think about it carefully, it hasn't been many years since Qiyan emerged from the Misty Abyss and officially became one of the Five Divine Beasts.
He often complained about the ways of heaven, wondering why he was born in a place like the Misty Abyss, and gave up on himself, willingly sinking into oblivion in the Misty Abyss.
However, after emerging from the Misty Abyss and returning to normal, he still fulfilled all the duties of the Five Divine Beasts in his actions.
In the end, he died protecting the cultivation world.
All of this flashed through her mind quickly, but she immediately suppressed it, forcing herself to detach herself from the emotions.
No longer looking at the situation on the battlefield, the fate of those on the front lines seemed to be sealed.
Just as the Master of Tianji Pavilion said, there is no difference.
There aren't many ancient books left, but at least they still have something to hold onto, which sustains them to keep going.
But once all the ancient books have been read, the last glimmer of light will be extinguished.
At that time, the cultivation world will truly be at a loss as to where to go from here.
Having prepared for the worst, Shen Sanruo stopped reading the ancient books and focused all her attention on her flames.
Even if the effect of her flames is weak, she will use all her strength to create the last safe zone for the cultivation world.
The battle at the front lines is becoming increasingly fierce, as can be seen from the speed at which the life lamps of various sects are extinguished.
You could also hear the incessant, terrifying explosions coming from the front lines.
Each sound represented the self-destruction and death of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
Everyone on the front lines, like Immortal Lord Changli and Immortal Lady Qingluan, chose to dedicate their last bit of strength to the cultivation world at the end of their lives.
It is unknown how many explosions occurred before the life lamp of the Taoist Wuwei went out.
Not only him, but also Gu Ci Zhenjun, Mingxi Sect Leader, Liang Yue Sect Leader, Zhong Chuan Sect Leader and Jiang Wensheng Family Head all died on the front lines one after another.
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