The broken sword was old and simple. The rusty blade burned with pure Yang flames. This pure Yang flame was the best at restraining evil Yin energies. Chi!
Chi! Chi!
The swarthy youth could clearly hear the sound of his body being burned. A large hole that could be seen with the naked eye slowly formed on his body. A large amount of Yin specter power was swept into the pure Yang flames and burned away completely.
Why … Why …
The swarthy youth grabbed the broken sword as his face contorted. His chest was being burned by the pure Yang flames and he felt an unbearable pain!
As a Yin specter, physical pain was nothing to him. However, the pain that came from his soul was magnified several times, making him nearly collapse!
The swarthy youth turned his head with great difficulty. His soul seemed to have rusted, making it extremely difficult for him to move.
"You …"
In the swarthy youth's increasingly blurry vision, he saw the azure-clothed youth holding the broken sword.
The powerful pure Yang energy, together with the top movement technique of "Golden Crow Sun Shift", made Yi Yun's speed reach an extreme. As for the swarthy youth who had become a Yin specter, his physical strength was not strong, so he could not dodge Yi Yun's fatal strike!
"You … You … How … Did … You find … me …"
The swarthy youth said with great difficulty. The pain in his chest and the feeling of impending death made his voice dry and weak. It was as if his body would collapse if he said a few more words.
However, he still had to ask this question. This was because he had died in such a baffling manner. He could not figure out how Yi Yun had managed to discover him and lock onto his position as a Yin specter that could perfectly hide his whereabouts.
"These are your last words? How boring."
A sneer suffused across Yi Yun's lips. He gently twisted the sword in his hand. The blade went from horizontal to vertical, aiming straight at the swarthy youth's head.
"Wait … Wait!"
The swarthy youth's mouth emitted a black gas. The inconspicuous ancient sword in Yi Yun's hand brought him great fear. With death at hand, his heart was filled with despair and indignation.
"Spare … Spare my life, I can …"
Before the swarthy youth could finish his words, Yi Yun suddenly slashed upwards with the broken sword in hand!
"Chi La!"
Yi Yun's strike started from the swarthy youth's chest and split his body apart along the central axis. It split open his neck, chin, nose tip, eyebrows and finally the top of his head!
"Ahhhhh!"
The dark-skinned young man's soul screamed shrilly and painfully. His body was cut into two halves, and a large amount of black flames spurted out from his body, burning wildly.
These flames engulfed his soul body. His face was completely distorted in the flames. It was as if sacred flames were burning a vengeful spirit. The scene was extremely miserable!
Yi Yun had already taken a step back as he watched this scene coldly. He opened his energy vision and locked onto the surrounding energy fluctuations. As a Yin specter, the swarthy youth naturally had energy fluctuations. Yi Yun did not want him to use any means to escape under his nose.
As the flames rose, the dark-skinned youth's cries became softer and softer. His soul energy was also on the verge of dissipating.
Although he had killed the swarthy youth, Yi Yun could not relax. He did not know the origins of the swarthy youth. As the God Advent Tower's Item Spirit, the white-dressed female had not explained many things before she went into her slumber.
A mysterious opponent that could threaten the Great Empress mystic realm, and could even snatch away a divine item like the God Advent Tower … He made the white-dressed female use the ancient Great Empress's sealing powers at the price of her falling into a deep slumber to repel him.
Such an existence was clearly not something a faction at the level of the Shen Tu family clan could compare with.
Faintly, Yi Yun could feel a storm brewing in the Tian Yuan world. The white-dressed female's words of "there's no more time" before she went into her slumber also made Yi Yun somewhat worried.
Seeing the black gas dissipating from Yi Yun's sky, with a thought, Yi Yun's Aspect Totem rushed out of his body. The Golden Crow spread its wings and the flames burned, burning the black gas clean.
The swarthy youth exuded a strange aura. Although Yi Yun had stabbed him to death, who knew if his life force had been completely extinguished.
As a precaution, he completely burned all the evil energy and used the Purple Crystal to absorb the remaining energy. He believed that no matter how strange the swarthy youth's life form was, it was impossible for him to come back to life.
After doing all of this, Yi Yun landed on the icy plains. Although Yi Yun had yet to reach the Dao Seed realm, with the Golden Crow Totem and the "Golden Crow Sun Shift" movement technique, it was not difficult for him to use pure Yang energy to float in the air.
At this moment, on the icy plains, Lin Xintong's body was covered in snow. Her face was pale and she looked like a frozen goddess.
Seeing Lin Xintong in such a state, Yi Yun felt a slight pain in his heart. He bent down and picked her up. Upon touching Lin Xintong's body, Yi Yun felt as if he was hugging a block of ice at this moment.
Lin Xintong's body temperature had completely dissipated. The tiny bit of life she had had had been deeply sealed. It was very likely that she would never wake up …
In the howling snowstorm, Yi Yun stood silently in his azure-clothed clothes.
Seeing the vast Heaven and Earth, he and Lin Xintong's figures appeared infinitely tiny in the snowstorm that swept through the icy plains like a raging wave …
A youth, carrying a girl, facing the entire world …
At this moment, Yi Yun suddenly felt a little lost. He did not know where his path was in the vast snowy plains …
Yi Yun sighed. A warrior's practice of martial arts was to go against the heavens. During this process, one had to experience numerous dangers, loneliness and hardships. It was unknown how many warriors had died on the path of practicing martial arts. Maybe, the source of all this motivation was the unwillingness to be tiny.
A mortal's life was insignificant, and after a few decades, they would turn to dust.
Thousands of years later, looking back at history, with billions of lives, what did an ancient mortal amount to?
To be equal to the Heaven and Earth, to be in control of fate … This was probably a warrior's wish.
These thoughts flashed across Yi Yun's mind. When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer lost. He carried Lin Xintong and slowly proceeded forward against the snowstorm.
There were snowflakes swirling in front of him, preventing him from seeing the scene in front of him.
Advancing or retreating, Yi Yun's final choice was to continue retracing the path that the ancient Great Empress had taken!
Although Lin Xintong's situation was terrible, Yi Yun still held a glimmer of hope. Maybe, walking through the icy plains would bring about a turnaround …
Yi Yun used his pure Yang Yuan Qi to envelop Lin Xintong and himself. At the same time, Yi Yun constantly injected Yuan Qi into Lin Xintong's heart meridians, maintaining her vitality.
The perfect pure Yang body's Yuan Qi brought warmth to Lin Xintong, who was as cold as ice. Although her face was still pale, when the pure Yang energy circulated through Lin Xintong's dried up and frozen meridians, a faint vitality began to sprout in the depths of her life.
The unconscious Lin Xintong's eyelashes slightly trembled ….
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