The more he took a step forward, the deeper the darkness he was walking into.
However, Yan Li did not dare to stop. He could foresee that he was about to lose consciousness, but he could not foresee what would happen if he did. He could only walk as far as he could. Hence, he felt that the Black Mountain was too small.
With the conviction that he did not want anyone to catch up to him, he almost flew. He reached the edge of the Black Mountain and collapsed in a withered forest, his body cold.
A few steps away, there was a shallow pond that had already dried up. It was a natural burial ground.
'The heavens have been kind to me.'
He laughed at himself. He used all his remaining strength to roll into the pool and lay sprawled on the ground. His past flashed before his eyes. What was left of his rationality began to move his Primal Qi toward his heart.
"I've struggled in the darkness for thousands of years, yet I've suffered an unforgettable pain. The strong smell of blood attracts me. Who will crown me now?"
Yan Li's voice became evil and crazy. "Oh, you pitiful, pathetic, weak worm. How dare you want to end your own life. Have you ever asked for my permission?"
"Don't pretend. You're me. Why should I ask for my permission?"
"Nothing exists in the boundless darkness. The loneliness of the Eternal Night is buried. I've been immersed in the bone-piercing coldness for thousands of years. Don't even think about making me sleep again. I want …"
"Shut up!" Yan Li said sternly. "You're me, and I'm you. This is the unchangeable truth."
"There will be a time when you need me!" The evil voice grew weaker.
Yan Li panted heavily. His expression gradually became listless. His mind was about to be consumed by the curse, and he still had to be disturbed. It was terrible.
At this moment, he did not have any other thoughts. His only worry was whether the power of the curse would remain in the world after he died. Unfortunately, the Black Mountain was too small. His corpse would be found eventually.
In the Void Underworld, the purple sword shadow that had helped him resist the curse many times did not appear. It was obvious that it was suppressed in the depths of his soul by the curse. This time, there was no more luck.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it against the heart. Ki had already surrounded the area. As long as he struck a fatal blow, this body would fall into eternal slumber. Without a vessel to support it, the soul would be destroyed by the berserk curse. In other words, the soul would scatter.
"Eight Division Heavenly Dragons. I don't know why, but I finally know your names. It's a pity that we won't have the chance to interact with each other. Rest here with me. This is my final request as your host."
Just as he finished speaking, his vital qi suddenly erupted!
But at this moment, a colorful light suddenly appeared in the void, and there were bright red peach blossoms fluttering like butterflies. Each peach blossom had its own delightful halo. The withered forest where Yan Li was actually seemed to have come back to life, and became full of vitality, as if there was an invisible sound of the Great Dao playing the music of life.
Such a strange phenomenon could only have its true name.
His true name was Second-Class Prime Minister. Not only did he have the right shape, but he could also affect the space he was in. He was second only to First-Class Star Master and Sword Master.
The moment the Essence Qi appeared, it was stopped. Yan Li could not control his own body.
There were very few people in the Divine Great Land who knew how to use their true names to defend against their enemies, and every one of them was a rare expert.
Ji Tiansheng could be considered an exception. Her true name was Peach Blossom, and she was born in the middle of a snowstorm. However, the peach trees in the imperial garden had regained their vitality and bloomed, competing with the snow plum blossoms for an entire night.
"Have you asked me if you want to commit suicide?"
Ji Tiansheng appeared in the sea of peach blossoms fluttering in the air, as if she was crossing through the void. She wore a simple but elegant buttoned dress with a snow-white gown draped over her shoulders. Her fine black hair was gently draped over her back, tied up with a pale yellow jade belt and hanging down, complementing her snow-white gown.
She held an umbrella in her hand, and it was obvious at a glance that it was an extraordinary and unfathomable treasure.
The umbrella's ribs were a very exquisite plain white. The umbrella's handle was relatively thick, and it looked more like the hilt of a sword. There was a groove at the hilt, and a water-blue bead was embedded in it. Its luster was especially eye-catching.
The strangest thing was the umbrella's surface, which was also very exquisite, plain white. However, one side was embroidered with a blooming snow plum, and the other side was embroidered with a poem:
"The cold cicada's mournful cry, facing the long pavilion at night, the shower has just stopped. The capital's tents drink without a mood, nostalgia, the Orchid Boat is activated. Holding hands, looking at the tearful eyes, speechless and choking. Thinking of a thousand miles of mist, the dusk haze is heavy, Chu Tiankuo.
Since ancient times, passion has hurt parting, let alone the cold autumn festival. Where will I wake up tonight? The willow shore, the morning breeze, the waning moon. After this year, it should be a beautiful scene in name only. Even if there are a thousand kinds of amorous feelings, who can I tell? "
There was a slightly protruding head in the middle of the umbrella's surface, and there was also a groove, but it was empty inside.
"I want to commit suicide … but why should I ask you …" Yan Li's voice was hoarse. "Quickly … let go of me, or else once I lose control … it's hard to predict what I'll do to you …"
The power of death resentment almost materialized, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws at Ji Tiansheng, as if warning her not to meddle in other people's business.
"It's rare to see someone commit suicide in such a hurry like you." Ji Tiansheng acted as if she didn't hear it, and said with a slight sneer, "Restrain your mind, don't think about anything, I will help you suppress your death resentment. This is the first time I've used the 'Rain Bell' in front of others, you have to feel honored. "
"I'm your … test subject … Ah!" Yan Li wanted to be furious, but Ji Tiansheng had already made his move. He could only grit his teeth and forcefully restrain his consciousness that was about to lose control, sinking into his visualization.
After the umbrella left Ji Tiansheng, it automatically floated above Yan Li's head. Countless peach blossoms were pulled by the umbrella and gathered, suppressing the power of death resentment.
Countless evil howls and sorrowful cries erupted like a geyser.
Being suppressed, the tide of death resentment became even more violent. Yan Li's face was covered in deathly gray scales, and then his hands and feet began to mutate.
His eyes became extremely terrifying, filled with a deathly gray hue, without a trace of emotion. He stared at Ji Tiansheng and spat out an inhuman roar, "Scram!"
The nauseating stench, accompanied by a strong impact, forced Ji Tiansheng to retreat dozens of feet, and his expression couldn't help but become serious.
As she retreated, the tide of death resentment soared into the sky, and the treasured umbrella was also pushed up infinitely.
She was still making hand seals to summon the treasured umbrella. With a thought, the blue bead at the head of the umbrella suddenly emitted a bright light, like the Milky Way pouring down. Boundless water light descended, desperately fighting against the tide of death resentment.
For a moment, the grayish-black tide of death resentment and the natural colored Milky Way collided, causing an earth-shattering collision. Everyone on Black Mountain could see it clearly.
Limited by his cultivation, Ji Tiansheng's true name was immediately smashed into pieces, like a broken picture. Of course, a true name and a picture were fundamentally different. As long as it wasn't too damaged, it could be reconstructed.
"What exactly is this?" Ji Tiansheng frowned tightly. He restrained his true name within a radius of several dozen feet and slowly floated her into the air. At this time, blocked by the power of death resentment, she didn't notice that Yan Li's body was flashing with a familiar blazing red light.
Yan Li used all his energy to resist the corrosion of the curse, but it was to no avail. He discovered that he was no longer able to use his Yuan Qi. Not only was he unable to control his body, even his consciousness was gradually sinking, becoming as weak as a candle in the wind.
"If I don't let you die, you can't die!" After Ji Tiansheng finished speaking, she suddenly froze. A few months ago, she wanted nothing more than to cut this person into a thousand pieces to avenge Zhan Mu. When did her mood change? If she lost that mood, it would be too unfair to Zhan Mu.
Her heart immediately fell into a dilemma.
"Paper Kite, how is he?"
At this moment, Shen Liuyun's voice sounded in her ears, and Ji Tiansheng immediately came to her senses. She knew that hesitation at this moment would be fatal. If she didn't think of a way to stop it, it would probably bring a terrible disaster to Yong Ling.
Thinking of this, she swept away all her hesitation and grasped the air. The treasured umbrella fell into her palm. She turned the umbrella and pressed it against her waist like a sword. She actually pulled out an extremely thin long sword.
It turned out that the somewhat thick umbrella handle was also the hilt of the sword.
The thin sword was unsheathed, and the water light suddenly shrank, accompanied by a strong suction force. With the sword as a medium, the violent tide of death resentment was actually sucked into it, like a whale swallowing water, forming a huge vortex.
"Aooo!"
An unwilling roar came from the tide, and it desperately shrank back. After about 20% of it was sucked away, it finally retreated and fled into Yan Li's body in a panic.
…
When Yan Li woke up, it was evening. Although his body was a little heavy, it wasn't a big deal.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. When he found that he was in the temporary residence of the Judicial Department, he couldn't help but feel as if a lifetime had passed.
He touched his forehead and found that the curse mark had disappeared. He didn't know what kind of state he was in now, but he felt like a frightened and dormant little beast. He didn't know what method Ji Tiansheng had used.
At first glance, he knew that the umbrella was not an ordinary object. According to common sense, it was unlikely that she had refined it herself. In other words, it was a treasure left by someone who could actually restrain curses. He didn't know if she was willing to borrow it to protect herself.
"Hey, you're actually awake." Tang Sanghua walked in and said in surprise.
"What's there to be surprised about?" Yan Li looked at her in confusion.
"That's the 'Rain Bell'!" Tang Sanghua shouted exaggeratedly. "You were shocked by the 'Rain Bell', the strongest sealing artifact in the world. Why didn't it shake your soul?"
"Rain Bell?" Yan Li was confused. "What's that?"
Realizing that she had let the cat out of the bag, Tang Sanghua coughed twice and said, "Don't you feel uncomfortable?"
Yan Li got out of bed and poured a glass of water. After drinking it, she stretched her body and said, "No. By the way, what happened after that? It seems that Ji Tiansheng saved me. "
Tang Sanghua sighed and held her forehead. She said with emotion, "Sigh, I can only say that fortune favors fools. Accompany me for a drink, and I'll tell you slowly. "
Yan Li wasn't very willing to drink, but seeing that she looked a little gloomy, he knew that she had something on her mind, so he followed her.
They randomly picked a restaurant and ordered a lot of sumptuous dishes.
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