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Wen Tian solemnly thought as Xiazhi nodded. He knew that Xiazhi had made her initial choice.
A sigh, seemingly coming from the horizon, echoed in the ears of every cultivator present. Even those outside the secret realm, witnessing the scene, heard that long sigh.
It felt as if the God of Light sighed, bringing a warm spring breeze that transformed into gentle rain. Wen Tian and Qin Wenjun, who were injured just moments ago, quickly recovered to their former state, their external spiritual energy replenished.
In contrast, every Nine Nether Cultivator seemed to suffer a heavy blow. Each one scurried away, desperate to escape that terrifying sound of sighing. Even Lu Chen Zhou, a cultivator who had broken through to the Golden Core Stage, stared blankly at the sky, fixated on the woman who was smiling down at him.
Xiazhi looked towards Gu Ping's direction and recalled the day they first met—a dramatically beautiful night at a splendid ball. Afterward, they scrambled for seats and headed toward the Flowing Cloud Realm, only to encounter the decay and darkness of the Outer Court.
She remembered how Gu Ping had wanted to blame herself for not using her formidable powers while everyone else was in danger. She had sought to conceal her strength, but Xiazhi found herself unable to explain and chose instead to remain silent.
And heaven knows, she wanted to tell Gu Ping that she wanted to live; everyone wanted to live. Living meant wandering aimlessly without denial; living meant coldly observing everything before them; living meant following one's heart; living held meaning in itself; living required shouldering responsibilities; living demanded consideration of the world.
If I have no reason to live, then let him give me one.
Light Lament.
Everyone had heard of that powerful spell. Its tyranny lay in its ability to render all dark attribute cultivators powerless in an instant, leaving them vulnerable to slaughter. The condition for its use required a Wei Mao attribute cultivator as a sacrifice.
Wen Tian took Qin Wenjun and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing from the battlefield as they rushed towards Tan Siyuan and his group, accompanied by a dazzling beam of light from Liu Dong and a long sigh.
Life is as brilliant as summer flowers; death strikes like thunder.
Outside the secret realm, everyone watched the dazzling scene, all shedding tears of sighs, resonating with the Light Lament. It felt as if it came from a summer flower amidst the three thousand Lutuo, a long sigh that transcended the barriers of time, arriving in this life and this world, purifying the darkness that engulfed it in that very moment.
Wang Yu buried her face deeply in Chu Hantian's embrace. She had never imagined that one day, following the old calendar and holding a Demonstration as usual, it would turn out like this.
No more sacrifices are needed, no more.
Amitabha.
The Banpo Master’s face was devoid of joy or sorrow. His palms gradually came together, revealing his forearms, which were already bulging with veins. The chanting of scriptures became increasingly difficult to continue. He slowly relaxed his legs and looked up at the sky above.
A flash of purple light quickly passed by. Hong Yulong looked at Gan Yuan before him in surprise, feeling a bit frightened as he sheathed his Ruby Dragon Spear.
At that moment, in front of Hong Yulong, a fan and a sword were locked in a standoff; neither could overpower Mistake. Mu Qinglong also put away his Azure Leaf and glanced at those beside him.
Gan Yuan.
Wei Wuyou.
What a coincidence! Is there anyone who hasn’t come?
Mu Qinglong joked. At this moment, all four were present. In the matter of the Light Path Classic, they had surrounded Gu Ping; one could see how terrifying the crisis was that Gu Ping faced back then.
Lu Chen Zhou.
Zhang Lin.
Gan Yuan and Wei Wuyou each mentioned a name, although they both knew that Mu Qinglong was making a cold joke at that moment. Clearly, their words only made the atmosphere even colder.
Do you want to continue?
Gan Yuan obviously did not want to go on any further. The cultivators from the World of Mortals needed rest and were hoping to wait for more news before they could truly contend with the Ninth Underworld. It was evident that the situation here still did not favor the Ninth Underworld.
Since we cannot resolve this matter quickly, it would be better for them to wait a bit longer.
Mu Qinglong turned to leave. Since a swift resolution was not possible, they could wait for other Nine Nether Cultivators to converge here, especially those led by Lu Chen Zhou from the Lutuo Pavilion. Although he did not voice it, he was gradually becoming anxious. If they gave the World of Mortals another day or two, it was likely that their current advantage would be gradually diminished. At that point, Deer Dies Under Whose Legs could become unpredictable.
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