It was an extremely cold and gloomy feeling. It was as if someone had suddenly removed their blanket and poured a bucket of filthy cold water on them while they were asleep. It was extremely uncomfortable.
Yang Xuan's psychic sense instantly went off in alarm. His hair stood on end and goosebumps appeared all over his body.
Chen Yuanxi cried out in shock, "Run!"
Yang Xuan was still hesitating, but Chen Yuanxi's soul slammed into him and sent him flying in the direction of the exit.
The next moment, a slender and gloomy cold willpower instantly climbed up and directly invaded Yang Xuan's sea of consciousness.
Yang Xuan was shocked. This gloomy cold willpower was like a flowing river. It was simply unstoppable. In an instant, his psychic sense was scattered and utterly defeated.
This had nothing to do with one's own strength. It was simply a contest on the spiritual level. Unfortunately, Yang Xuan was the loser.
At the critical moment, Yang Xuan's mind was as calm as water. His psychic sense instantly focused on one point. After pausing for a moment, it suddenly exploded.
At this moment, the entire void of consciousness was like the beginning of the universe. It bloomed with endless light, illuminating everything.
The gloomy cold willpower paused for a moment under this light.
Taking advantage of this time, Yang Xuan immediately retracted his psychic sense into his body. At the same time, he set up layers of barriers behind him to block the pursuit of the gloomy cold willpower.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
The moment he set up the barriers, the gloomy cold willpower shot out like a sharp arrow. It pierced through all the barriers and directly pierced between Yang Xuan's eyebrows.
Yang Xuan's mind trembled. He instantly put his palms together and then opened them.
The two forces of life and death exploded in an instant. In a thousandth of a second, the void in front of him directly exploded into a colorful cavity.
The gloomy cold willpower had no time to react and instantly disappeared into the cavity.
"Close!" Yang Xuan shouted and immediately closed his palms.
The colorful cavity recovered along with his palm and swallowed the Willpower Soil.
The surroundings returned to normal. The strong wind from the prairie blew Yang Xuan's clothes, but it could not blow away his ice-cold expression.
On the other side of his line of sight, Chen Yuanxi, who had been standing still, suddenly smiled and mouthed something.
In the next moment, he collapsed layer by layer, turning into ashes that filled the sky. When the wind blew, he disappeared without a trace.
Faint singing could be heard between heaven and earth. The melody was beautiful, like a flowing stream that was pleasing to the ear.
Yang Xuan knew that this was Chen Yuanxi's last voice, and it was probably the most beautiful voice in his memory.
The sound of the song disappeared and drifted away with the wind.
Chen Yuanxi was dead.
He was finally dead.
This was a true death. From now on, Chen Yuanxi would no longer exist in this world.
Yang Xuan didn't know if Chen Yuanxi was lucky or unlucky. He only knew that before Chen Yuanxi left, he must have been thinking about Lin Qingyao.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Xuan's eyes gradually became firm.
Although Chen Yuanxi did not speak in the end, he mouthed something to him: Go to the Heart of the Universe.
The Heart of the Universe!
It seemed that all the mysteries would only be solved after he entered the Heart of the Universe.
But before that, he still had one more thing to do.
Yang Xuan sneered. His figure blurred, and when it became clear again, he was already at the foot of the towering mountain range.
God Cloud Mountain, God Cloud Palace!
The white God Cloud Palace built on the mountain looked sacred and glorious under the light of an unknown source of light.
The huge statue on the mountain peak with the obvious characteristics of the Black Cloud People stood tall in the wind.
God Cloud Statue!
But Yang Xuan knew that this was definitely not the true appearance of the God Cloud. It was built according to the imagination of the ancestors of the Heiyun people.
Boom!
Boom! Two beams of light bombarded Yang Xuan from the left and right. At the same time, they were accompanied by a loud shout. "How dare you trespass into the God Cloud Palace!"
Yang Xuan nonchalantly waved his hand, shattering the two pillars of light. With a tug, two figures were pulled down from the air, before viciously slamming onto the ground. Fresh blood splattered onto the white jade steps, forming a strange pattern.
Yang Xuan didn't even look at the two Great Emperor corpses on the ground. He walked up the white jade steps.
Boom!
Two more figures rushed out and attacked Yang Xuan in the same way.
What responded to them were two curved blades that looked like golden moons. They appeared out of thin air and disappeared in a flash.
Four halves of the corpses fell behind, but they couldn't form a complete human figure.
More people rushed over from all directions. Every one of them was a Great Emperor. Some of them were even close to the Sage level and had become Half-Sages.
However, not a single one of them was able to stop Yang Xuan for even half a second. They were either sliced in half by the golden radiance, incinerated into ashes by the flames, or frozen into ice cubes that fell to the ground and became ice shards.
The steps were long and continuous. They extended into the depths of the clouds and disappeared.
The killing continued. No one could stop Yang Xuan's steps.
A long sigh came from the top of the mountain.
"Stop. Let him come up."
The reckless figures finally stopped attacking like moths to a flame. They retreated and stood still on both sides of the stairs.
Yang Xuan also retracted his scattered spiritual energy and walked up the steps.
He could choose to kill or not to kill these clones that had no consciousness of their own.
The steps became steeper and narrower. As he went up, the wind became stronger. It whistled and wandered on both sides of the steps, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws at Yang Xuan.
Finally, Yang Xuan reached the top of the mountain and came under the huge statue of God Cloud.
Under the statue, Princess Ziyun, who was dressed in purple, stood still. She stared at Yang Xuan like a statue.
Behind him was Heiyun The Great, whose face was pale and whose arms hadn't recovered yet, and seven or eight white-haired elders with black clouds.
Yang Xuan walked in front of them and stood still without saying a word.
An old man with black clouds strode forward, his face filled with rage as he cursed, "Yang Xuan, just what are you trying to do?"
What answered him was a finger. It was white like jade, yet it pierced through the heavens, gently touching the space between his brows.
Boom!
After a sudden clap of thunder, the elder fell down, stunned, and turned into a scroll of death on the white jade square under the statue of God Cloud.
Even until his death, he couldn't believe that he had died at the hands of Yang Xuan after only saying one sentence.
"Who else?" Yang Xuan looked around and swept his gaze over everyone's face.
"Yang Xuan, don't bully people too much …"
Another elder rushed out. The energy around him was like clouds, and he slammed into Yang Xuan.
This time, Yang Xuan didn't even move his finger. He just stamped his foot and a red flame rose from the white jade. It wrapped around the elder's body and sent him back to the dust after a light flick.
Another old man wanted to rush up but was stopped by Zi Yun with a wave of his hand.
She quietly looked at Yang Xuan. After a long while, she suddenly let out a long sigh. Then, she smiled like a flower.
"I was thinking that if I had met you before Zi Shuang, it might have been a different story and a different ending," she said softly.
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