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Xiao Qingli's pupils constricted. "You are from the Starfall Clan, Yu Nie?!"
Fu Mo Qin suddenly buzzed, the seven strings vibrating in unison, and the killing intent surged tenfold!
Yun Che, however, was momentarily stunned as he reached out to touch the Stele Inscription.
When his fingertips brushed against the words "Heavenly Gang," Xing Wen resonated with the Stele Inscription, and a torrent of information surged into his Sea of Consciousness—
In the illusion, the White-Clad Swordsman summoned the stars of the nine heavens, striking down the Demon Lord's head with a single sword.
A torrential rain of blood poured down as the swordsman turned, his Blood Pattern at the center of his brow mirroring Yun Che's Xing Wen.
"With stars as blades, and blood as contract..." he murmured unconsciously.
Suddenly, the Stele Inscription shattered, and Stardust coalesced into Liu Guang, infusing into Xing Wen.
Boom!
Yun Che's aura soared, instantly breaking through to Body Refinement Level Six!
Xiao Qingli's Sound Blade was already pressing against his brow, yet he instinctively formed a sword with his fingers, drawing upon Stardust to condense into a three-foot Light Blade—
Clang!
The Light Blade collided with the Sound Blade, sending shockwaves that scattered bones throughout the cave.
Xiao Qingli staggered back three steps, one of her strings snapping.
"The Starfall Clan's Heavenly Gang Sword Technique..." A strange light flickered in her eyes. "No wonder Elder Mo wanted to kill you."
Outside the cave, demonic howls erupted again, more frenzied than before.
Xiao Qingli glanced toward the abyss and suddenly sheathed her instrument. "Come with me."
"On what grounds?" Yun Che retreated warily.
"Because I can ensure you walk out of Wujian Cliff alive." She flicked her fingers and shot out a jade slip. "Take a look at this."
An illusion emerged from the jade slip:
Mo Qianshan stood in the Discipline Hall, with Zhou Lan's corpse lying at his feet.
"Yun Che colluded with Moyuan to steal our sect's treasure," he sneered. "Send out orders: anyone who kills this scoundrel will be rewarded with a thousand Ling Crystals!"
Yun Che crushed the jade slip. "This is a baseless accusation."
"You don't need to be innocent, just need leverage." Xiao Qingli tossed a bottle of elixir, "Take the Bloodfire Elixir and retrieve something for me."
"What if I refuse?"
"In three breaths, Fu Mo Qin will turn you and the secrets of the Starfall Clan into dust."
Yun Che swallowed the elixir. The intense heat surged through him, temporarily elevating his cultivation to the seventh level of Body Refinement, at the cost of his meridians burning.
Xiao Qingli chuckled lightly, "Jump down."
She pointed to the densest black mist in the abyss below. "What I need is the Nine Nether Dark Iron down there, and you..."
"With Xing Wen protecting you, you won't die."
The moment Yun Che leaped into the abyss, countless Demon Claws wrapped around his limbs. Xing Wen flashed wildly, but its ability to absorb demonic energy was outpaced by the encroaching darkness. His skin cracked inch by inch, and before blood could drip, it was corroded by the black mist.
"Not enough... faster!"
He frantically operated Xing Wen, and the Stele Inscription's Heavenly Gang Sword Technique spontaneously evolved. Sword energy burst forth from his body, tearing a narrow gap in the tide of demons!
A hundred feet below, a ghostly light appeared. A mountain-like Demon Remains was pierced by Nine Bronze Pillars, with a Broken Sword embedded in its heart, chains wrapped around its blade, and at the end was a piece of pitch-black iron.
Nine Nether Dark Iron!
Just as Yun Che touched the chains, the Broken Sword suddenly trembled violently. The hollow eye sockets of the Demon Remains ignited with ghostly flames as a hoarse whisper echoed through the abyss:
"Little bug of the Starfall Clan... do you think you can control Heavenly Gang?"
The chains snapped, and the Broken Sword transformed into a blood-red light that shot toward Yun Che's forehead!
In that fleeting moment between life and death, Xing Wen solidified into a sword imprint on his forehead, colliding with the Broken Sword in a thunderous clash—
Clang!
Yun Che bled from all seven orifices but held tightly onto the sword hilt. Countless memories of Chaos surged into his mind: a blood moon hanging high, a massacre of ten thousand demons, and a White-Clad Swordsman sacrificing himself to seal away the Demon Lord...
"So it was you..." He glared at the Demon Remains and roared, "The fish that slipped through the net back then!"
A sudden mournful cry echoed as Liu Guang merged into Xing Wen. The Nine Nether Dark Iron fell, only to be caught by Yun Che. From above, Xiao Qingli's voice resonated, "It's time to come up."
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