Azure, crimson, amber, white, black, green, violet, red, and indigo. The nine-colored radiance soared into the heavens, piercing beyond the azure firmament, and plunging deep into the earth’s core. It was supremely beautiful and utterly true, like a drizzle, ever-changing like clouds, exuding a sense of vastness and loftiness.
A mighty and sacred aura descended along the nine-colored path from the highest heaven, distant yet palpable. Even before approaching, it caused Meng Qi’s body and soul to tremble, instinctively evoking a desire to kneel in reverence, with no will to resist.
The majesty of a deity, the wonder of incense and prayers!
Amidst the chaos of swirling mists and shadowy darkness, Meng Qi’s Immortal Primordial Form appeared to condense into a singular point, yet simultaneously expanded into consciousness, seated at the center of the brow, resisting the overwhelming pressure of divine majesty and incense-bound willpower.
Meng Qi quickly regained clarity, the coldness in his heart swiftly replaced by fiery resolve. His fighting spirit blazed fiercely, his eyes filled with a desperate determination.
So what if a god descends? Better to die standing with no remains, than to crawl and barely survive!
Death brings the bird to the sky; survival lasts ten thousand years. What is there to fear?
His form swelled, towering between the heavens and the earth. His aura shook the cosmos, the muscles of his back rippling as two additional arms suddenly sprouted. Each of his four hands brandished both sword and blade. The weight of his saber strikes was immense, while the gleam of his sword radiated brilliantly. They struck in pairs, each blow landing in perfect unison. Two of the blades unleashed the power of supreme treasures, emitting a terrifying pressure that suppressed the Blood Sea Sect priests nearby, leaving them gasping for breath and too paralyzed with fear to intervene.
Even now, Meng Qi harbored no regrets about the time spent eliminating the assassin who could escape into the void, ensuring the little glutton had no further worries. As Wen Jing had pointed out, had he not manifested a doppelganger while his true body concealed itself within the folds of Ruan Yushu’s garment, seizing the opportunity to kill the assassin, the latter might have continued his deadly schemes. The little glutton would have been defenseless against the hidden Daoist master adept in arcane arts. Amidst the ever-shifting delays, weights, bindings, and illusions, even with his formidable physique, Meng Qi would inevitably have been slowed down, squandering precious time and failing to halt the altar’s completion.
No matter the path taken, the outcome would have been the same!
Rather than regret this, he’d rather regret discovering the truth too late. Had he known half a day earlier, the situation would have been entirely different!
Of course, had the altar not been nearing completion, its concealment would not have failed.
Instead of dwelling on regrets, better to cast them aside and focus entirely on the dire predicament at hand!
The blades and swords collided. Two dazzling white flashes, bright enough to blind the eyes of an Outer Scenery cultivator, erupted at the same spot. A blinding white radiance instantly filled the heavens and earth. One after another, the Blood Sea Sect priests shrieked as their blood-light dissipated and crimson streams poured from their eyes. Unable to endure the force, they were hurled backward by the shockwave, tumbling down the steps of the altar.
Boom!
Only after the blinding white brilliance did the sound erupt, deafening and dizzying them, nearly knocking them to the ground. A storm capable of tearing and obliterating everything surged toward the nine-colored divine path—the road to the Heavenly Dao!
At that moment, at the very top of the swirling nine-colored mists, a fist emerged, wreathed in sacred golden radiance, exuding a strong aura of incense-bound willpower. It depicted scenes of heavenly sacrifices, layer upon layer, like the heavens collapsing, striking toward “Burying the Star River.”
The Benevolent Sage Emperor Descends!
Without the worship of an empire-ruling descendant, even an immortal body would have long since perished. How could He have emerged anew from incense and prayers?
For other deities, each has their own source of willpower, and dynastic changes do not threaten their existence. But for the Benevolent Sage Emperor, it is a matter of life and death. Once an opportunity arose, He unhesitatingly sent omens in dreams, attempting to descend. With victory now in sight, how could He not give His utmost?
Bang!
The surging destructive storm was dispersed. The blinding white brilliance vanished. The entire altar erupted with golden radiance, as if illuminated by a blazing sun. Meng Qi felt the terrifying force of two blades and two swords crashing upon him, making him lose balance, flying backward, his ribs feeling as if they would snap, his breath nearly ceasing.
The power of a Dharma Body is not yet attained!
At most, half a step!
Is the channel hastily constructed, temporarily unable to bear too great a force, requiring gradual descent?
Meng Qi, sent flying like a ball, felt not despair but rising excitement. That meant—he still had a chance!
Just moments ago, after simultaneously activating two supreme treasures, Meng Qi felt somewhat weakened, his energy severely depleted. Temporarily unable to control his body, he nearly tumbled into the Raging River.
Suddenly, a flying rope shot out, wrapping around Meng Qi’s body and pulling him back onto the warship. It was the red-robed military marquis Hou Yue.
“There’s still a chance! Everyone, give it your all!” Meng Qi roared at Ruan Yushu, Zhao Heng, and Hu Zhigao, rallying their morale.
After slightly regaining his breath, he once again threw out a piece of floating wood, attempting to cross toward the altar.
At this moment, the altar was only slightly damaged, its nine-colored radiance still standing tall and unyielding. Within it emerged a golden-armored deity, radiating an immense and boundless aura. Yet, as Meng Qi had discerned, it had not yet reached the level of a Dharmakaya—its power was still gradually intensifying!
With a single step, He descended upon the river, hovering midair. Raising His right hand, His fist prepared to strike the warship where Meng Qi, Ruan Yushu, and others stood.
Even so, had it not been for the protection of the willpower light points, Shen Yunqing, who had nearly perished in the blast, was now visibly excited, whispering words like “Ancestor” repeatedly.
Zhu Shou, Miao Hu, Feng Jingtang, and Liu Shunshui had already gone berserk as the altar neared completion, giving their utmost. They knew that once the deity descended, there would be no hope left for them. If not now, then when?
Yet the deity’s descent emboldened even the most cautious Liu Tuizhi to fight to the death, let alone the others. With no clear disparity in strength, the battle remained fiercely balanced. But when the Benevolent Sage Emperor truly descended, Zhu Shou and others’ momentum wavered, and they fell into disadvantage, unable to break away and offer aid.
The Heaven-Bearing Sword grew increasingly restless, while the Emperor’s Blade remained unyielding.
Du Gushi’s blade shadows multiplied, pointing to the heavens like a cage and carving the earth as a prison, firmly trapping the Stone Immortal Zhenren and Qi Zhengyan within his blade’s momentum.
Suddenly, Qi Zhengyan’s skin turned translucent and crimson, and six arms sprouted from his body. One held a dragon-veined crimson-gold sword, another a blood clan weapon, while others wielded crimson lotuses of fire, filthy thorns, a blade of slaughter, and claws of destruction.
All six arms swung simultaneously, crashing down before him. Destruction erupted, killing intent spread, flames scorched the heavens, and icy coldness froze the void!
Du Gu Shi’s blade light flickered, seemingly trembling on either side, concealing infinite variations. He fiercely cleaved through this apocalyptic scene. Yet by then, Qi Zhengyan had already vanished.
The Stone Immortal clenched his teeth, his hair in disarray, battling with all his might. The clashing of swords never ceased, slicing through the clouds and capsizing warships.
Jiang Zhiwei’s eyes reflected two increasingly distinct figures of the Supreme Sword Lords, entirely composed of sword energy, flanking the silhouette behind her in a pincer formation.
Dao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to myriad things!
Sword rays crisscrossed, unleashed to their utmost. Suddenly, all sword light converged, each strike faster than the last, like a rainbow descending from the heavens—no self, no other, no life, no death—only attack, no defense. Jiang Zhiwei brandished her sword as if her very life depended on it!
The fearless strike fears the reckless. Wen Jing, sensing her intent, instinctively retreated, avoiding the brunt, letting her seize the chance to return to the river’s surface and confront the Benevolent Sage Emperor.
To him, reaping the rewards without risking his life was preferable!
The Benevolent Sage Emperor is a Dharmakaya deity, and now His descending power has already diminished by half. There is no chance of survival for them. Then, he would seize the moment, delivering the final blow before their deaths to earn merit!
With the deity in the heavens, the Nu River’s waters ceased their flow, no longer roaring, as if all had fallen into silence.
The Benevolent Sage Emperor’s eyes were indifferent as He gazed upon Meng Qi and others attempting to strike. His right fist descended, and along its edge appeared countless fine black cracks, terrifyingly ominous.
Suddenly, by His side, a figure emerged from the void—none other than Qi Zhengyan, still expressionless!
His eyes bore vertical pupils, dark and profound as if bottomless. A buzzing sound echoed in the Benevolent Sage Emperor’s mind, causing his punch to slow for a fleeting instant.
Seizing the chance, Ruan Yushu activated the Seven Immortal Qin, her robes fluttering, her hands swiftly strumming.
Dang!
An ancient bell emerged, its toll resonating across the Three Realms, giving even the Benevolent Sage Emperor pause.
Qi Zhengyan’s six arms swung, summoning a transparent, crystalline sword light that shot forth with the agility of a dragon. It coiled around the Benevolent Sage Emperor before he could react, layer upon layer of ice walls freezing around him—even the glowing points of his willpower seemed to solidify in the frost.
The blazing Supreme Sword Lords in Jiang Zhiwei’s eyes burned with intense fury. She stomped fiercely on a piece of drifting wood, propelling herself skyward. The Rainbow Piercing the Sun Sword was unsheathed, its radiance arcing like a rainbow—pure and swift, casting the surroundings into a sluggish haze. Nearby Outer Scenery experts were ensnared as if trapped in a temporal prison, their movements decelerated. Even the thoughts of the Benevolent Sage Emperor seemed to slow under its influence.
This sword leaned more towards the Twenty-Three Swords, lacking the state of selflessness, nearly burning her primordial spirit, as heaven and earth seemed to slow down!
Zhao Heng also activated his Fish Dragon Sword, thrusting it straight upward, unleashing the final strike of the Eight World-Startling Swords.
The sword light shot up, piercing the heavens, only to explode at its peak and transform into a rain of sword beams descending. Each beam resembled an imperial decree, interwoven and interconnected, altering the laws of heaven and earth—turning yin into yang, softness into hardness, and the vast ocean of primordial qi into layers of shackles. Together with the gathered sword light, they bound and constricted the Benevolent Sage Emperor.
Under the fourfold assault, the Benevolent Sage Emperor was instantly subdued. Meng Qi’s three arms hung limp, raising only the Jade-Cutting Blade as he activated it. At the same time, the acupoints throughout his body opened, his inner landscape condensed toward the myriad heavens, and even his physical form seemed to collapse into a singular point.
The bow of the ship plunged steeply. Where Meng Qi stood, there was only darkness and obscurity, a hazy chaos as if returning to the dawn of the universe, with nothing else in sight.
Suddenly, a dazzling blade light erupted, piercing through the darkness, shattering the chaos, and instantly reaching the Benevolent Sage Emperor.
No restraint, no divine enhancement—only sharpness, slicing through the void, cleaving chaos, carving forth the sharpness of a world!
Suddenly, golden blade radiance surged from within the Benevolent Sage Emperor, slithering like a fish through the dark blue ice walls, splitting one into two, two into four—countless flashes of blades emerged, clashing *ding-ding-dang-dang* against the layers of ice walls and shackles. The grinding sensation against the sluggish, nearly frozen resistance induced a dizzying discomfort.
Kacha!
The Jade-Cutting Blade and Jiang Zhiwei’s White Rainbow Sword struck. The golden blade aura barely shattered the ice walls and shackles, merging into a vast, surging sea!
Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!
The glint of blades and the aura of swords scattered, stirring up waves a hundred zhang high, striking down soldiers who couldn’t dodge in time. Jiang Zhiwei’s sword slowly pierced through layer after layer of golden radiance, while Meng Qi seized the opening—his blade light flashed through the breach, aiming straight for Emperor Rensheng’s vital point.
Boom!
The Benevolent Sage Emperor broke free from the sluggishness, opened his mouth, and spewed forth an explosive white mist, causing Meng Qi’s blade light to momentarily falter.
He raised his left hand, blocking it in front of his brow.
Sizzle!
The blade clashed against his hand, causing the Benevolent Sage Emperor to frown slightly before he waved his hand outward.
Instantly, Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei were sent flying backward by the gust of wind transformed from the light of wishes.
The Benevolent Sage Emperor lowered his head, gazing at the shallow bloodstain on his palm, his eyes filled with growing fury. For so many years, his body had remained unscathed—yet now, he had been wounded by mere ants!
Dang!
At that moment, a phantom-like image of a celestial zither player emerged behind Ruan Yushu. Suddenly, it merged into her white-robed figure, igniting a fierce aura. Ruan Yushu swiftly strummed the seven strings of her qin in succession, producing bell tones that reverberated across the three realms.
Originally intending to press the advantage and crush the insignificant ant, the Benevolent and Sacred Emperor hesitated for a moment. Qi Zhengyan’s profound eyes burned like flames as the Dragon-Patterned Crimson Gold Sword transformed into a frosty serpent, tainted with filth and bloodlust, lunging straight at the Emperor.
The air currents froze, displaying an eerie array of blue and pale green hues, enveloping the Benevolent Sage Emperor. Meanwhile, the filth corroded the golden armor, and the bloody glow seeped inward, causing the emperor’s indifferent eyes to briefly lose their clarity.
Just as Zhao Heng was about to unleash his secret technique to further activate the Fish-Dragon Sword, he suddenly saw streaks of sinister green blade lights raining down, directly targeting the weak and exhausted Ruan Yushu.
Every flash of the blade is a skeletal demon, its gaping maw tearing at the life force, sending chills down one’s spine.
Wen Jing seized the opportunity, intending to slay an enemy first—not only to earn some merit but also to assist the Benevolent Sage Emperor.
With a determined grit, Zhao Heng activated a secret technique and stepped forward to shield Ruan Yushu. His imperial robe radiated profound yellow light, from which a golden dragon emerged, enveloping them in an aura of merit. He endured the slashes and bites of the skeletal demon spirits, while Ruan Yushu, trembling with weakness, managed to take the Eastern Pole Longevity Pill with shaky hands and lips.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! As the spectral blade strikes repeatedly struck Zhao Heng, Meng Qi took another deep breath. Mid-air, he twisted his body and, while the Dharma Aspect could still barely be maintained, manifested the Indestructible Primordial Beginning Form behind him. To onlookers, it appeared as though a Daoist priest sat at the center, transcending all directions—no up or down, no left or right, no front or back.
The Heavenly Heart and My Will Technique!
The “Primordial Daoist” soared forth, his left hand embodying yang and his right hand forming yin, striking down in a profound and mysterious fusion. Mid-air, a Taiji diagram seemed to appear, continuously rotating as it enveloped the Benevolent Sage Emperor. Meanwhile, Meng Qi’s colossal form once again unleashed divine weapons—the blade’s tip trailing a subtle primordial chaos, while sword radiance bloomed in an all-pervasive, indiscriminate brilliance. Twin Burials of the Starry River!
At this point, Meng Qi exerted all his strength—a triple assault!
However, just as Jiang Zhiwei was about to burn her primordial spirit to unleash the combined power of the Twenty-third Sword and the Sword Without Self, a horse-slaying saber came flying at an astonishing speed, whistling through the air. It struck the side of her sword, sending her flying sideways and crashing through the warship’s deck.
After all, the True Man of Stubborn Stone was no match for Dugu Shi. Seizing the opportunity, Dugu Shi threw away his blade and engaged in pure hand-to-hand combat!
Meng Qi’s mind went blank, completely oblivious to the state of Jiang Zhiwei and Zhao Heng. His eyes were fixed solely on the Benevolent Sage Emperor hovering mid-air, whose golden radiance shimmered around him, cleaving through the bloody light, dispelling the filth, and shattering the frozen surroundings.
The intertwined black and white Taiji fish struck at the center, instantly transforming from freezing cold to scorching heat. Blood turned into a clear mist, filth became jade-like clarity. This not only caused the Benevolent Sage Emperor to cry out in pain but also made his heart feel compassion and mercy, leaving him temporarily unable to attack.
The Yin-Yang Seal slammed down, the golden armor softened, its defensive golden radiance dispersing outward in all directions, turning the Benevolent Sage Emperor briefly into an unprotected fortress.
Opportunity!
Murderous rage in his heart, Meng Qi clenched his teeth and simultaneously collided two blades and two swords, fully charged to their peak power.
Blinding white light erupted. Within a radius of hundreds of miles across the river, only white remained, all else vanished. The intense heat vaporized the upper layers of water, unleashing a storm capable of tearing apart heaven and earth toward the Benevolent Sage Emperor.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
The terrifying explosion rang out, causing many fighters caught in the battle to feel dizzy and fall into the water.
Meng Qi saw golden light flare up, then he was swallowed by it, and a tremendous force struck his chest.
Bang! Meng Qi flew backward, smashing through warships one after another. His Kunlun Daoist robe was torn to shreds, a faint golden glow around his body cracked inch by inch, his form shrank back to normal, his aura weakened, leaving him utterly incapable of further battle.
Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the storm, Zhao Heng, Qi Zhengyan, and Jiang Zhiwei finally had the chance to take out and consume the Dongji Changsheng Pills, restoring their strength for another round of battle.
Meng Qi landed beside Ruan Yushu, watching the white haze dissipate, and saw no figure remaining in the sky.
Dead?
Had the Benevolent Sage Emperor truly perished?
Or had the power of his descent merely been scattered?
Just as Meng Qi felt a wave of relief, he saw nine-colored mists rising into the sky, the passage still open, and within it stood a familiar figure. His golden armor was broken, his flesh torn, yet unmistakably the Benevolent Sage Emperor!
His aura had weakened, but divine power continued descending from beyond the Nine Heavens, quickly restoring him to his former state. His wounds began to knit together rapidly, and his golden armor reformed as well.
He gazed coldly at Meng Qi and the others and slowly spoke, “In thousands of years, no one has ever managed to wound this body of mine. Yet you have done so.”
“Unfortunately, you will never understand how mighty a god truly is. I have already devoted most of my power to sealing the connection between the Heaven-reaching Road and the Nine Underworlds, preventing the invasion of evil spirits. Even so, you have only managed to reach this point.”
“Your fate was sealed the moment you failed to stop my descent. No matter how hard you struggle, it is all in vain!”
“Despair! Weep! Savor your final moments!”
In an instant, the Benevolent Sage Emperor fully recovered, stepping out from the Heaven-reaching Road, seemingly no different than before.
“Despair! Weep! Savor your final moments!” The cold voice echoed in Meng Qi’s ears. Watching the seemingly unscathed Benevolent Sage Emperor, Meng Qi’s heart sank.
After exhausting every ounce of strength, sacrificing his own combat ability entirely, he had only managed to wound the Benevolent Sage Emperor temporarily—mere moments before full recovery!
Is this the power of a god?
This is simply insurmountable…
Weakened and affected by the god’s aura, Meng Qi felt despair creeping into his heart. Zhu Shou, Miao Hu, and even the Wenshi Zhenren and Du Huaishang wore grim expressions, some considering surrender, others thinking only of taking an enemy down with them in death.
All hope seemed lost.
Ruan Yushu’s spiritual energy recovered, her face still pale. Her hands strummed the zither, her heart as calm as a winter moon, preparing to activate the Seven Immortal Zither once more and play the Lánghuán Twelve Divine Sounds.
At that moment, Qi Zhengyan’s voice secretly reached Meng Qi and the others:
“I’ll lead the attack. You all distract Him. I have a secret method to drag Him into the Nine Underworlds, where He won’t be able to escape.”
His tone was firm, but Meng Qi could hear the sound of impending death in it.
Will Senior Brother Qi ultimately sacrifice himself for us?
Suddenly, Jiang Zhiwei also sent a voice transmission, her tone bright and clear:
“No, let me do it. In this life-or-death moment, perhaps I can trigger the technique left behind by Master.”
It was a faint hope indeed. Even as powerful as Su Wuming was, he had not yet reached the level of a Law Body. This was a true god! Meng Qi could already envision Qi Zhengyan and Jiang Zhiwei dying in agony, yet their voices carried no trace of surrender or despair.
A sudden mist clouded Meng Qi’s eyes, and he cursed his own helplessness.
Jiang Zhiwei suddenly smiled, as if comforting the others while also boosting morale:
“If I die, remember to bring me back to life.”
Bring her back to life? Meng Qi immediately thought of the previous death mission—the last time it was Senior Brother Zhang. This time, would it be Senior Brother Qi and Zhiwei?
How could he accept that?
Fueled by a sudden surge of fearlessness, Meng Qi frantically rummaged through his storage pouch, desperately searching for anything he could use to fight alongside them, to live and die together!
Qi Zhengyan and Jiang Zhiwei charged forward. Ruan Yushu struck the zither once more, shaking the Three Realms. Zhao Heng gritted his teeth and blocked the attack of the enemy general Weng Jing with his own body.
No reaction from the Dao Tree! No good!
The strange peach fruit showed no response either! No good!
The Dari Flame Heart was sealed and unusable! No good!
The Huangquan bone hand? No good!
Qi Zhengyan’s back was straight, full of pride and defiance. Jiang Zhiwei’s form was like a sword, sharp and liable to snap. One split into six figures, each wielding different techniques against the Benevolent Sage Emperor, while the other burned his soul and body in a blazing inferno, a sword freezing time itself.
Their images were forever etched into Meng Qi’s mind.
No! No! No! Every item useless. Meng Qi’s expression twisted, his madness growing.
Suddenly, his hand brushed against something he had long forgotten. His tense emotions eased, his mind clearing, his focus sharpening, dispelling the negativity.
It was a wooden carving—his own likeness carved into wood.
The carving Master Lu gave me at Maoling? Instinctively, Meng Qi pulled it out. Every detail was vivid and lifelike.
Bang!
Time cracked. Divine light points danced around the Benevolent Sage Emperor. Learning from his mistake, he struck Jiang Zhiwei before her sword intent fully manifested, sending her flying backward, spitting blood, her aura rapidly fading. Qi Zhengyan remained unmoved, his eyes fixed only on the Benevolent Sage Emperor.
At that moment, the wooden carving in Meng Qi’s hand suddenly grew hot!
At Huamei Village, in a remote part of the back mountains, an ordinary grave and a humble thatched hut. Master Lu sat inside the hut, gazing at the grave, his eyes filled with deep affection.
Suddenly, his right hand clenched the sword hilt. In a flash, he unsheathed it, slicing a streak of sword light through the void before disappearing into the mountains!
The moment the heat surged, the wooden carving emitted a glow, transforming into a beam of sword light that flew from Meng Qi’s hand, slicing toward the Benevolent Sage Emperor.
“Master Lu’s token?” Meng Qi could only think of that.
The sword light illuminated the heavens, filling the world, and from within came Master Lu’s calm voice: “With this strike, there will be no more gods or demons in the world.”
What?! The Benevolent Sage Emperor was about to launch a counterattack when he suddenly felt his power dissipating, as if confronting the supreme ruler of heaven and earth. He could no longer sustain his divine form. A wisp of his soul, along with his incense-offering prayers, fled toward the celestial realm.
How could this be?! His thoughts froze, his body trembling involuntarily, instantly cast out from the mortal world, returning to the Nine Heavens.
In a hidden place of this world, an old man let out a long, triumphant cry:
“After toiling for over a hundred years, I have finally attained the Dao. From now on, I am a god or demon, no longer bound by the mundane!”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt the world’s rejection. A streak of green light emerged, wrapping around him and shooting into the heavens.
What…? Shocked and unable to break free, the old man could only watch.
The sword light flashed again, the voice echoing:
“This strike severs the Heaven-reaching Road, leaving only ascension and prophetic dreams.”
Crack! The altar collapsed, the nine-colored mist dissipating.
The sword light spun, the voice resolute:
“This strike ends the might of gods and demons, and the great river returns to normal.”
With a thunderous boom, the raging river calmed. The divine and demonic aura vanished instantly. One by one, the fallen Externals flew away from the water, while the gravely wounded Jiang Zhiwei drifted on the surface, sinking and rising with the waves.
“This strike restores all demons to their true forms.”
The sword light swept across the river, breaking the seals. The monstrous creatures that emerged lost their divine strangeness, reverting to their original aquatic forms.
Meng Qi stared in shock, his heart pounding.
He had always known Master Lu was strong, but never imagined he could reach such a level!
Yet something felt off. With such overwhelming power, how could there be room for someone like Gourdo?
In the rear mountains, before Master Lu lay the shattered void, a distorted vortex. The sword light withdrew, returning to its scabbard.
The void quickly restored, but just as it was about to return to normal, it suddenly froze. A vast, indifferent voice came from the depths of the darkness:
“Do you wish to resurrect your wife?”
Master Lu sighed and smiled: “Old man will do it myself.”
His eyes burned with intense focus.
The vortex vanished, the void returned to normal, as if nothing had ever happened.
Witnessing this, several high-ranking imperial warriors immediately felt as though they had seen a true god, and surrendered to the rebel forces. Only Dugu Shi continued to fight.
In Meng Qi’s ear came the voice of the Six Dao Cycle Master:
“Mission complete. All personnel, return!”
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