In the abyss, the Glass Saint led Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan all the way down, and countless terrifying phantoms rushed towards her.
There was a powerful Sword Will and Ice Will sweeping out from the Glass Saint, but it could not stop the invasion of those evil things. The power of ice enveloped Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan, turning them into two statues.
"Boom!" The Glass Saint's delicate body trembled violently, and a dark current appeared on her white face. In her mind, there seemed to be other chaotic wills that wanted to erode and swallow up her own will.
She had no distracting thoughts in her mind, and her will was extremely firm. She was not disturbed and continued to go down. However, the endless phantoms were madly eroding, and there were more and more of them, gradually swallowing her beautiful body.
The Glass Saint's mind was a mess, and all kinds of negative emotions invaded her will. At this moment, she seemed to remember many things, and she remembered her life.
She should have been envied by the world, but she had experienced the cruelest things in the world. Later, she got her revenge, and Ye Futian and the others killed the Great Zhou Sacred King. Although she knew that Ye Futian did not do it for her, in the end, it could be said that her obsession for many years had been fulfilled.
But since that battle, she had been seriously injured again, and her emotions had been severed. She was like a walking corpse, and she did not know what to do, or what to do.
Of course, when Ye Futian invited her to stay, she chose to stay. It was not purely because she did not know what to do, but because when she was beside Ye Futian, her emotions that had been severed would feel a trace of fluctuation.
Perhaps it was because of the hatred and anger that Ye Futian had humiliated her, or because of the gratitude that Ye Futian had finally avenged her. She did not know what exactly it was.
Perhaps, it was both.
In the world, who really wanted to become a walking corpse? In the end, she still wanted to become a normal person, wanted to get through the tribulation of severing her emotions, so she had stayed with Ye Futian and the others, with them, watching everything happen as a bystander, and also witnessing their growth.
Those unforgettable experiences seemed to have become her memory. Even though she was a bystander, she still occasionally felt the waves in her heart. Perhaps this was the most real life.
Compared to them, her previous life was nothing but hatred and revenge. It seemed so pale and boring, as if she had never lived before.
Although everything that happened today was very sad, she was also touched. Those who fought with all their might at all costs, Ye Wuchen who drew his sword, and Yaya who let her die, all showed her the beauty of human nature.
Perhaps, this was what it meant to be alive.
Sometimes, she envied him and wanted to live like this.
Suddenly, a smile flashed across the pair of beautiful eyes that had not wavered for many years. It was an exceptionally brilliant smile.
As she smiled, tears rolled down her cheeks. It was as if she had found herself again.
"So, this is the answer." Glass Saint thought to herself. When Yaya asked her to die, she was still a little hesitant. Although she hesitated for a moment, she still agreed. But until this moment, she might have really found the answer.
This feeling was truly beautiful.
At this moment, a surging aura bloomed from her body. It was even more overbearing than before. Her will also sublimated at this moment, and her will became even more powerful. A current shot up into the sky.
At that moment, the Glass Saint had broken through the shackles of many years and stepped into the Unblemished Saint Plane.
But what was the point of breaking through at this time?
However, at least in the last moment of her life, she had found her own answer, and that was enough.
Her powerful will was released, guarding her mind and the power of her will against the invasion of the endless demonic will. Even though it was possible that she would die, she still had to resist. She could not just sit and wait for death.
She did her best and left the rest to fate.
In her mind, there seemed to be countless shadows of demons, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, attacking her will. In an instant, a chaotic scene appeared in her mind. It was as if she could see the remnants of the terrible battle of the past.
And her body continued to fall until she gradually lost herself. After an unknown amount of time, her body fell to the ground and fell to the bottom of the abyss.
Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan were naturally the same. Like two ice statues, they fell into the endless dark abyss.
The ice statue that Ye Futian had turned into, without the control of the Glass Saint, melted little by little. With a crisp cracking sound, the ice statue shattered. In the ice statue, Ye Futian's eyelashes trembled, and countless terrible illusions rushed towards him.
At that moment, in Ye Futian's body, wisps of divine light shrouded his body. Even the branches and leaves of the ancient tree swept towards Xia Qingyuan, enveloping her inside.
He wanted to feel the outside world, wanted to extend the ancient tree to the Glass Saint, but at that moment, he seemed to be a little powerless. His power seemed to have been burned out. He faintly felt that the Glass Saint seemed to be struggling, fighting against the demonic will, and she was getting farther and farther away from him.
He understood that even he could not help the Glass Saint.
With no other thoughts in his mind, Ye Futian fell into a deep sleep.
In the darkness of the abyss, there seemed to be a pair of blood-red eyes opening, extremely demonic, but then disappeared in an instant, as if nothing could be seen.
Time passed little by little, and the remaining will sealed in the abyss had long been corroded. They rushed outside in a frenzy, or swallowed the bodies of Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan, and of course, the Glass Saint.
Other than that, there was only dead silence in the abyss.
Outside the abyss, at the edge of the abyss, Ye Wuchen's body was lying on the ground, struggling in pain. The sound of the Buddha lingered, constantly entering his ears, and the light of the Buddha shrouded his body, affecting his will, trying to make him calm.
"Roar …"
A low roar came from Ye Wuchen's mouth. It did not seem to be the voice of a human, but more like the roar of a beast. His eyes glowed with blood-red light, and he seemed to be unable to control himself. He glanced at Yu Sheng, and there was a terrible cruel murderous intent in his blood-red eyes.
However, Yu Sheng seemed to feel nothing at all. He was still sitting cross-legged, constantly chanting Sanskrit.
Since cultivating in the Vajra Region, Yu Sheng had never really seriously cultivated the Buddhist methods, let alone chanting Sanskrit.
However, at this moment, he became extremely solemn, as if he had transformed into a Buddha. He kept chanting Sanskrit, trying to make Ye Wuchen calm down.
He knew Ye Wuchen's pain and struggle, because at this time, he was also going through the same thing. Before, Ye Wuchen pulled out the sword with both hands and was corroded by the power of the infinite will. He was much more miserable than Yu Sheng, and the pressure he was under now was probably unparalleled.
"Boom!" With a roar, Ye Wuchen stood up, and a terrible dark airflow shrouded his body, as if he had transformed into an evil demon. He stared at Yu Sheng with blood-red eyes, raised his hand, and slammed it toward Yu Sheng's head.
Yu Sheng opened his eyes, which were like bronze bells, extremely calm. The Sanskrit from his mouth was still constantly drilling into Ye Wuchen's ears. Looking at those clear and deep eyes, Ye Wuchen did not slap down.
He swung his arm violently, and with a rumble, Yu Sheng's body was thrown away. However, his figure flashed and he continued to come back. The golden Buddhist swastika never stopped flowing out of his mouth. He walked in front of Ye Wuchen and looked at him.
"Back then, when you came from the Cangye Kingdom, you have gone through so many hardships. Can't you make it through this time?" A voice came out and drilled into Ye Wuchen's ears, saying, "You are a swordsman, and your heart of the sword is pure. You can cut off all evil in the world. Don't forget that Chenyu is still waiting for you."
Yu Sheng's voice was so loud that Ye Wuchen's body trembled when he heard it, and the aura all over his body was still roaring.
"Your sword has not cut off all the evil in the world with us," Yu Sheng continued. Ye Wuchen held his head with both hands, and his will seemed to be about to collapse. His will had long been submerged, as if it could be taken over by all the negative emotions at any time, swallowed by those chaotic wills, and become a demon-like existence.
But Yu Sheng had been waiting by his side. If it wasn't for Yu Sheng, he probably would not have been able to hold on.
In the end, he let out a hoarse roar, and then fell on his back. His body was still trembling, as if he was enduring endless pain.
Many demonic wills rushed toward Yu Sheng, but his eyes were extremely cold, and the sacred Light of Buddha covered his body. Even though these demonic wills were extremely strong, they could not affect his mind.
Not far away, in another direction, the Sword Saint was completely swallowed by the demonic might. The terrifying demonic airflow was roaring, but the Sword Saint's hand was still tightly holding the demonic blade, which was stabbed into the ground next to him. The monstrous demonic cloud submerged him and Yaya.
In the distance, outside this vast and endless area, a group of people stood there, looking forward.
The person in the lead was Qi Xuangang, and the people beside him were many cultivators who were delayed in the battle that day and did not come here. Zhu Zhao also met up with them here.
In front of them, the previous area could no longer be seen. It was wrapped in dark mist, and there was an extremely terrifying aura.
"Master, will they be okay?" Mu Chunyang, who was beside him, asked worriedly. This aura was too terrifying. Just at the edge of the area, it made them feel extremely threatened.
"No, they are all people with great luck. Their lives should not be so unlucky," Qi Xuangang said. "Let's wait."
"Yeah." Mu Chunyang nodded slightly, and his eyes were cold as he said, "The Violet Heavenly Palace has gone too far. Even someone with the Supreme Form of the Great Path participated in the encirclement. If my younger brother is alive, I am afraid that this matter will not be so easily settled."
Qi Xuangang did not say anything. He knew a little about Ye Futian's character. Ye Futian dared to transform into the Seventh Swordsman and go to the Dali Dynasty to kill Li Yao. Back then, he could leave the Dali Dynasty for the fate between them, and he could also set up a trap to kill Li Yao.
If Ye Futian came out unscathed, even if that Supreme Form of the Great Path was from the Violet Heavenly Palace, he would still be targeted by Ye Futian, and he would not stop until he was dead!
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