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At the critical moment, Xiao Qingli's Soul Fire erupted from the tip of the spear. "Yun Che, close your eyes!"
The ice-blue soul flame enveloped his pupils, and the Eye of Truth pierced through the illusions. The so-called Heavenly Emperor was nothing more than a parasitic demon spirit attached to the Godslayer Spear!
"Now!" The Soul Fire transformed into an Ice Blade and pierced into the cracks of the spear. "Sever the imprint!"
Yun Che grasped the spear's edge with his bare hands, allowing Demonic Blood to corrode his bones. The Dark Silver Star Pattern slithered into the spear's body through the fissures, revealing Bai Ruoyou's lingering soul entwined in chains at its core—she was the true God-Slaying Spear Spirit!
"Sister..."
Bai Ruoyou's lingering soul raised her gaze and smiled, blood tears staining her Demon Eye. "With Xing Wen... it swallowed me..."
The Dark Silver Star Pattern coiled around her lingering soul, and the excruciating pain of being devoured nearly caused Yun Che to faint. In the torrent of Bai Ruoyou's memories, he finally saw the truth: the Heavenly Emperor was an otherworldly Heart Demon that fed on the fear of all beings. The Starfall Clan, capable of communicating with the stars, was chosen as a "breeding ground for fear."
Bai Ruoyou feigned submission, using the Godslayer Spear as bait to lure the Heavenly Emperor's split soul to parasitize, all for this moment of absolute kill!
"Che'er, remember..." Bai Ruoyou's lingering soul whispered before dissipating, "Only human hearts can Shatter the Gods..."
The Godslayer Spear exploded with a thunderous roar, and the Heavenly Emperor's shriek shattered the inverted starry sky.
Yun Che's Dark Silver Star Pattern shed its demonic energy, transforming into a pure golden river of stars. He pointed his fingers like a sword, summoning the power of a hundred thousand star-capturing cages:
"This sword opens the eyes of all living beings!"
The sword light of the star river pierced through both the Heavenly Emperor and Xu Ying, as the parasitic demon spirit disintegrated into ashes amid its screams.
Gui Xu Zhi Yan began to collapse, and Xiao Qingli's Soul Fire gradually dimmed. "Let's go... The star river will guide you..."
As Yun Che burst out from Gui Xu, the sea behind him had already been engulfed by blood-red star flames. The remnants of the Godslayer Spear buzzed in his palm, and Bai Ruoyou's final voice faded with the wind: "Go to Eastern Sea... there is a new beginning..."
On the coastline, hundreds of warships surged through the waves. The banners of Scarlet Flame Valley, Lingxiao Pavilion, and Eastern Sea intertwined in the wind as the newly appointed Heavenly Emperor's Messenger stood at the bow: "Eliminate the Starfall Remnants and seize the remnants of Shattering the Gods!"
Yun Che chuckled lightly, starry patterns swirling in his eyes: "Tell your new master..."
He soared above the waves, holding the broken spear towards the sky: "From now on, there shall be no gods to slay in this world!"
Between the waves of Thunder Cloud, the true battle was about to begin. At this moment, Fang Qi—
In the Lunar December, frost lay heavy, and a thin layer of ice coated the Cold Pool behind Lingxiao Pavilion.
Yun Che knelt by the edge of the pool, bare-chested, as the sound of his iron brush scraping against the sword mingled with the howling northern wind. His fingertips had already turned a deep purple from the cold.
"Outer disciples practice swordsmanship, while servants clean the swords. This is the rule of Lingxiao Pavilion," the steward Zhou Tong leaned against a pine tree and smashed his wine gourd against the icy surface. "If you can't finish cleaning three hundred swords today, then get lost to the Beast Pen and feed the wolves!"
Ice shards splashed against the old whip scars on Yun Che's back. He nodded silently, swallowing down the metallic taste rising in his throat.
Over the past three years, he had learned to crush humiliation between his teeth—ever since that incident when his entire family was slaughtered, leaving him with no cultivation left. If it weren't for Lingxiao Pavilion taking him in, he would have likely ended up as carrion in the wilderness.
"Waste is waste; even cleaning swords is slower than others!" An outer disciple passed by and kicked over a basket of swords.
Dozens of iron swords fell into the Cold Pool, causing cracks to spiderweb across the ice surface.
Yun Che's pupils constricted. The sword that disciple had at his waist was none other than Liu Feng Jian, which he had used three years ago.
"What are you looking at?" The disciple noticed Yun Che's gaze and sneered as he drew out Liu Feng Jian. "Jealous? You'll never get to touch a spirit sword like this in your lifetime!"
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