PS: Part 3
Liang Youyu couldn't help but rub his eyes. Focusing his gaze once more, he exclaimed, "This, this person is Fang Xuanchuo! Isn't he dead? "
As the meatball swelled, a massive shadow gradually appeared. It was indeed the unprepossessing Silver Clothed Envoy, Fang Xuanchuo. He coldly looked down, not paying attention to anyone, but everyone had him in their eyes. As a result, everyone could clearly feel his cold gaze piercing into Yan Li's body like a thorn.
The crowd couldn't help but look at Yan Li. Yan Li returned a mocking gaze. He was the first person in the Impartation realm to look down on an expert of the Divine Domain. If the two were on the same side, they really shouldn't be looking at each other like this. They immediately began to doubt their previous suspicions.
Was it another act? But at this point, they were fish on the chopping block. What else was there to act?
As Fang Xuanchuo revealed himself, the remnant primordial spirit of the Divine Domain transformed into an intense pressure, making it impossible for them to think. They were like frightened ants under the feet of a giant, not knowing what to do.
Yan Li stood up and walked over to Ji Zhiyuan. He gently caressed her face and gazed at her with eyes filled with tenderness. "I am not blind. My heart is faintly uneasy. Promise me, if there are any storms in the future, we will face them together, okay?"
In the past, Ji Zhiyuan didn't know that Yan Li was the boy who had thrown the sword for her. She thought that facing her feelings was a betrayal to the boy. She thought that her heart should have long since sunk to the bottom of the lake with the boy, and from then on, there would only be endless government affairs, endless disputes, endless bandits to kill, and endless wars. But in reality, that wasn't the case. Who could control their feelings? After coming to the Jambu Kingdom, her pain and conflict could be imagined. She had once wavered between vengeance and forgiveness. Only when she learned of Yan Li's identity did she finally stop being confused.
This was the reason for her change. Before becoming the empress, she was also a girl who needed to be pampered and cared for. She also had the seven emotions and six desires of an ordinary person, but most of the time, she didn't show them.
His hand, which had thrown the sword for her, was rough, but this rough hand gave her an indescribable warmth. It wrapped around her whole body and used all its strength to give her a free and stable sky. In that place, she was just a little girl who chased after a sky full of peach blossoms without any worries.
Her heart was filled with warmth. She wanted to cry again, but she couldn't cry. It wasn't because there were many pairs of eyes around. She wanted the person she loved the most to move forward bravely until a fork in the road. She would be there waiting, waiting …
"No," she answered.
"Why?" Yan Li's tenderness was mixed with confusion.
"After exhausting all my hatred, what's left is you." There was one more sentence that she did not say, because she was afraid that if she said it, her determination would waver again. "You should go."
"You know?" Yan Li asked.
"I know," Ji Zhiyuan said.
"Is it a dream?" Yan Li put down his hand and turned to walk to the cliff. But he stopped, looked back at Ji Zhiyuan, smiled, and said, "I will carry your dream with me. I will carry your wish through the thorns and go to your side." After saying this, he jumped down amidst the exclamations of the crowd.
"Junior Brother Yan, are you crazy?" Wei Shu rushed to the edge of the cliff and stretched out her hand, but she couldn't even grab a corner of Yan Li's clothes.
Liang Youyu's mind was violently shocked. He thought of Yan Li's sudden departure after coming out of the Dark Underworld River. He thought that his and the others' suspicions just now had hurt his self-esteem again, and he actually used such a violent way to express his protest against them. He felt extremely guilty and couldn't help but say, "We, we really shouldn't have treated him like that!"
While he was blaming himself, he suddenly heard a louder exclamation, "What is that?"
Something could be seen shuttling back and forth in the abyss, and the whistling sound of something breaking through the air could be heard. When the number reached a certain level, countless sword shadows could be seen. They whistled back and forth in a certain area for a while, and then they fell upside down and deeply inserted into the soil.
Among the tens of thousands of swords, an outstanding standing figure was hidden. It was Yan Li, who originally thought that he would be infected by the dense Devil Qi and become a monster in less than two breaths, and then he would lose his mind and die of mental disorder. But now, he was standing there safe and sound.
Guan Xiaolong was the most sensitive and shocked, "Why, why isn't he afraid of Devil Qi?" He didn't know that Yan Li had Devil Blood at all. It could be said that he showed the most natural expression in his undercover career.
Everyone was also confused, but what they wanted to know more was the meaning of his behavior.
"This is the Sword Mound. Could it be that Brother Yan plans to counterattack?" Liumu Bingjian's beautiful eyes widened.
"Fang Xuanchuo, I know that you hate me very much. You believe that if I had not opposed Li Xueyi, you would not have fallen to such a state."
Yan Li's voice in the abyss was still steady and filled with magnetism. "Then come. Using this move on a Divine Domain cultivator like you is not in vain!"
He waved his hand, and the tens of thousands of swords trembled at the same time. The mist in the space of several hundred zhang instantly disappeared, and the vast Sword Mound was clearly revealed.
Wei Shu first creased his brow in confusion, and then he said in shock, "It's the Myriad Swords Returning to the Root!"
As soon as he said this, Liang Youyu immediately understood and said in shock, "Could it be the Myriad Swords Returning to the Root that Hidden Sword cultivators can only use once in their lifetime?"
"It seems so!" Wei Shu's brow deeply knit together. "After using that move, if you use it again, your meridians will be severed and your heart will be shattered, and you will die."
As soon as he finished speaking, the swords in the Sword Mound began to crazily devour the demonic aura. The swords of the Sword Mound were formed from Grand White Sword Qi, but they unexpectedly began to circulate the Hidden Sword on their own. Even if Yan Li's Law Domain had reached that level, he could only passively absorb external forces, and could not actively absorb them like he did now. Moreover, his cultivation level was not high enough.
As the demonic aura was absorbed in the hundreds of millions, Yan Li's imposing figure seemed incomparably tall and imposing in this grand and shocking scene.
Both sides used all their strength to absorb the demonic aura. The Red Rock City, which had just been a sea of demonic aura, immediately revealed its original appearance.
Towards the end, it was already completely silent.
No one dared to make a sound. Being sandwiched between the two was even more uncomfortable than being beheaded.
No matter how much demonic aura there was, it could not withstand the plundering of a man and a demon. Finally, all of them were exhausted. The entire world was clear, and the snowflakes drifted down like bystanders.
If not for this, everyone would have thought that time had stopped.
The meatball, or rather, the mountain of flesh, began to descend. It was like a giant meteor. It did not need to use any techniques at all. Its entire body was enough to crush everything into powder.
Yan Li adjusted his breathing and pressed on the Separation Cliff at his waist. He bowed slightly and said in a low voice, "Sword Returning."
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