Leng Rushuang smiled sadly. "I respect his decision."
The Nine Tribulations King took a step back, dazed. He never would have thought that Jian Wushuang would be so resolute as to destroy his own ancestral root in such a violent manner!
The supreme providence belonging to an ancestor had dissipated between heaven and earth, and it could never be gathered again.
There was no turning back.
"Master, please stop." Dao Yan knelt heavily on the ground with tears in his eyes.
"Eon God, why are you doing this!?" Elder Xue Bo shed tears. "Don't tell me that you can't even leave behind the universe that you've been protecting!?"
"Fine! Fine! I'll go with you. " Elder Xue Bo reached out to destroy the origin without hesitation, but Long Yan and Long Chi pulled him back.
"No, Jian Wushuang must have a reason for doing this. Otherwise, there's no reason for him to do this …" Feng Qi murmured as she slowly stood up.
At the same time, the Nine Tribulations King also recalled his conversation with Jian Wushuang.
The most important word was the Great Yan Huan!
The Nine Tribulations King seemed to realize something. Could Jian Wushuang dissipating his ancestral providence be related to going to the Great Yan Huan?
The ancestral providence returned to the myriad Daos of the universe. Every half-martial ancestor felt the shackles on their bodies loosen.
Supreme Dao Yan directly entered half-martial ancestor.
Everyone's eyes reddened as they looked at the figure whose aura was gradually weakening.
In the hazy providence, Jian Wushuang opened his eyes with difficulty. He looked at all his old brothers who had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He smiled slightly and finally lowered his eyelids.
At first, thousands of wisps of light were added to his body, but in the end, they dissipated in the same way.
The absolute ancestor of the universe no longer existed.
As for Jian Wushuang himself, he felt incomparably relaxed and ethereal. His spirit seemed to have ascended to the nine heavens, and he didn't know where it was.
At the same time, the divine power in his meridians and dantian began to dissipate, replaced by an unknown energy.
That energy was like clouds and mist, but it was also majestic and vast.
That was the power of derivation!
It also belonged to the power of the Great Yan Huan, and it was the symbol of entering the Derived Immortal Realm.
When this kind of energy was born in the meridians, it directly burned in the meridians. Even the spirit could not bear the pain.
Jian Wushuang abruptly opened his eyes. Gradually, a shadow began to peel off from his back.
The past that was formed from his obsession, his cultivation in the mortal world, and all his understanding of the world began to take form.
Divine blood gushed out from every pore of Jian Wushuang's body and dyed his white robe red. However, he remained silent as he slowly stripped his past self from his divine body.
This was the most lustrous radiance, different from the great sun's scarlet radiance. It shone resplendently in the dao field.
A clay idol that looked exactly like Jian Wushuang began to take shape.
A large area of the dojo collapsed, and the clouds gathered.
When the sun in the sky above the sky shone down again, everything fell silent.
The God's blood dissipated in the air. Jian Wushuang, who was dressed in a white robe, was sitting on the ground. There was not a trace of blood on his body.
He forcefully opened his eyes again, and then fainted.
Behind him, a true shadow that was surging with lustrous radiance slowly opened its eyes.
Consciousness slowly emerged from the chaos. The true shadow of the clay idol began to look at everything in front of it with confusion and curiosity.
Above the clouds, everyone rushed forward. Leng Rushuang held Jian Wushuang, who had fainted, in her arms like a madwoman.
The Nine Tribulations King and the others were shocked as they looked at the true shadow that looked exactly like Jian Wushuang.
"I'm hungry …" The true shadow of the clay idol opened its mouth and looked at everyone.
In the next moment, he lay on the top of the clouds and started to feast on the clouds that were formed from pure divine energy.
"This, this is also Jian Wushuang?" Feng Qi was stunned. She looked in disbelief at the guy who lay on the clouds without caring about his image and ate the clouds like he was eating cotton candy.
"Yummy, yummy …" The true shadow of the clay idol mumbled as he ate, like a child.
Everyone looked at each other, and then hurriedly welcomed Jian Wushuang into the Cloudy Palace.
As for the true shadow of the clay idol, the Nine Tribulations King carried it on his shoulder and sent it into the Cloudy Palace.
Inside the Cloudy Palace, everyone looked at each other as they looked at the true shadow that was almost identical to Jian Wushuang. No one spoke first, and they all stared at him without blinking.
Jian Wushuang had already been welcomed into the inner palace. Leng Rushuang, Feng Qi, and the others were taking care of him.
Only this "Jian Wushuang" was left sitting on the ground, grinning foolishly …
In the end, it was the Nine Tribulations King who asked tentatively, "You are Jian Wushuang?"
The true shadow of the clay idol laughed foolishly. "I'm hungry …"
…
"What's your name?"
"I'm hungry."
…
After a series of questions and receiving only the two words "I'm hungry", everyone understood that this fellow's intelligence was probably not much stronger than a newborn baby's.
No one knew how to deal with this guy who had been separated from Jian Wushuang's body. They could only wait for Jian Wushuang to wake up, and then they would know the answer.
In the inner palace, Chu Zhi was carefully piling pieces of extreme northern ice on Jian Wushuang's body.
Feng Qi sat on the side of the bed with her eyes closed, sensing his vitality.
Previously, in the Cangwu Platform, she had transferred most of her Phoenix Clan ancestral root into Jian Wushuang's body. In a way, apart from himself, only Feng Qi knew Jian Wushuang's physical condition the best.
However, Jian Wushuang's current situation left Feng Qi at a loss of what to do.
The current Jian Wushuang was like a completely sealed cocoon, naturally repelling divine power.
No one could see his condition, but they could sense that his aura was stabilizing.
"Big Sister Feng Qi, how is Wushuang?" Leng Rushuang asked anxiously.
Feng Qi frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "His aura is stable, and he's fine for now. However, I'm afraid his Great Dao will never return."
"It's good that he's alive. No matter what he becomes, I'll always be with him," Leng Rushuang said firmly.
Feng Qi didn't say anything else and slowly walked away. Her back was like Fo Yi's, and she instantly aged a lot.
In the vast inner palace, only Jian Wushuang's Great Dao was left.
When the last trace of divine power was expelled from his body, the vast derivation power finally surged!
A mysterious realm was crowned in his body.
In the endless darkness, Jian Wushuang's consciousness seemed to be swimming in eternal darkness.
An extremely strong sense of weightlessness made him very uncomfortable.
It was as if he was falling endlessly. An ethereal voice rang in his ears.
"Wushuang, you shouldn't have disobeyed me."
"You'll regret it …"
In the pitch-black darkness, Jian Wushuang opened his eyes and subconsciously looked at the extreme darkness below him.
The thing that emitted endless darkness was a pair of pitch-black pupils!
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